Mortality To The Night
Disclaimer: It's gonna be the same as last time, blah blah blah, I don't own Dragon Ball Z OR GT, there may be OOC'ness, the usual, you've been through the routine before.
Trunks - Same Age - Goten - Same Age - Pan - Same Age - Bra- Same Age - Tien - Still No Information Other Than Ancient - Marron - 19
Chapter 2: A Wave of Memories
Trunks and Goten eagerly walked onto the platform of the rolling elevator as they headed practically up a dark chamber, up towards the patients they seek. Goten's stomach growled, breaking the awkward silence that isolated them. Trunks laughed casually as Goten sheepishly tried to persuade Trunks it wasn't his stomach. "It wasn't me!" Goten cried.
"Yeah, right, Goten, like it wasn't you who, "accidentally," happened to catch my sister the day she fell down the stairs." Trunks smirked and Goten leaned forward with anticipation.
"Well, it wasn't my fault she staged it all? What about you and my niece, Trunks? Remember the time Pan and I were playing a prank on you about Pan being killed in a fight and you went nuts for three days? What about that?" Goten said quickly, testing Trunks' authority. Trunks laughed and leaned against the back of the elevator.
"Whatever." Trunks said casually as the elevator slowed to a halting stop and the doors automatically opened up, revealing another long narrow river of white and blinding rays. Goten cried out in surprise and quickly covered his eyes with his white overcoat. Trunks and Goten walked slowly out of the dark chamber, which held them and stepped into a world of scientific observations, tests, and experiments.
The hallway went for a long ways, reflections bouncing off the floors, shimmers of white and yellow lights, figures moving casually in the gray and dimmed shadows of the hallway. Trunks looked quickly around to see silver and rusted doors with faded numbers written in felt tip marker written on the surfaces. There was glass, long and large sheets of plexi- glass, containing humans. Humans are behind there, Trunks muttered to himself in disgust.
"It's hard to believe that people actually put up with this, being watched and tormented day in and day out." Goten breathed, as if he understood all the words that flew around in Trunks' head. "This is a really twisted job." Goten hissed. Trunks nodded in agreement.
"Yea, but if we help some of the patients, there'll be less people behind these barriers." He paused and gazed down the hallway, which spun in his eyes. "It'll be worth it, getting some of these people out of here." Suddenly, a figure passed before Trunks.
"Hello." A close and cooling voice stated, causing Goten to jump to extreme heights while Trunks remained down to earth. There was a woman standing before the men, her hair wrapped up in a bun roughly but with class. Her white coat billowed behind her and dark rimmed glasses on top of her head. Her glistening blue eyes caught Trunks' attention, drawing him into some kind of phase of life, love. Goten smiled eagerly at the blond, but he shrugged it off casually, from what Trunks could sense. Still won't have anyone except Bra, too bad she's..
"Hey, I'm Trunks," Trunks started, extending his hand to the blond, who took it gracefully, "and this is my partner, Goten. We're here because Tien had sent us here, we're in charge of this wing until further notice." Trunks handed the blond the parchment Tien had shown them earlier. The blond nodded.
"I see, I didn't introduce myself, I'm sorry, my name's Marron -" Marron stated before both Trunks and Goten interrupted her.
"You went to school with Bra!" Goten and Trunks exclaimed. Marron nodded stiffly.
"Yes." Was all she could muster. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and gazed at Trunks, who gazed back. Trunks coughed quickly and nervously and looked beside him to see that Goten had vanished. Trunks straightened up and looked down at Marron.
"I have to go, my partner's gone missing. Can I talk to you at lunch or anything?" Marron nodded and smiled a sweet smile, almost too sweet.
"That would be great." She said with a smile before walking out of Trunks' path. Trunks dashed down the hallway a few steps before he found Goten. It was room 178, the first room Goten and Trunks were to investigate. Goten was inside, approaching a girl slowly.
Inside, the walls were white and cushioned; a small window was near the top of the wall. A metal bedframe supported a weak mattress that sagged towards the floor, holding a light blue pillow with a worn out blue blanket. The room reminded Trunks of something one would find in a hospital, a hospital that shows no mercy for the dying, rooms that show that people will die quicker than you can say the word fatality rate.
On the bed, on the mattress that sagged to the floor, sat a girl facing the far wall, away from the glass.
The girl had hauntingly familiar details to Trunks, but he couldn't trace the origins. Her eyes reminded him of deep pools of sapphire, her hair shimmering like a sea as blue as the sky, her complexion was like soft tanned silk.
Goten was approaching this girl, his hand outstretched slightly, his body easing over slowly like a swan swimming in water. He moved so quietly that it amazed Trunks, but then he smirked. Only Goten could approach Bra that quietly, Trunks smiled at the memory.
Trunks eased himself away from the glass towards the door with the number 178 roughly drawn in felt tip marker on the door. The rust collected around the numbers and around the frame, causing Trunks to lightly brush his fingertips over the surface. It felt rough and cold, hard as marble. He grimaced and pulled his hand away, remembering the fact why the doors were so.solid.
He pushed the door open quietly, making sure it made no sound, making sure not to arouse the girl on the bed. Goten was nearly at her side when Trunks closed the door. Goten reached out for the child's shoulder when -
"Why does the wind whisper the sound of your arrival when you make no motion to deny that fact, Goten Son?" The girl's haunting voice cracked, shattering the room's silence into a million shards flying every which way at once.
"How did you, I mean, whoa." Goten stammered as the girl slowly turned her face towards him. He paused as he gazed at her features and slowly stepped backwards.
"Goten Son, my profile belongs where no mind can wander, it belongs where no mind can disturb the peace it brings to my serenity." She said quietly, her voice almost quivering.
Watching Goten stammer and struggle for words made Trunks realize that it was his cue.
"Hello, Patient #4776, my name is Trunks Briefs and this is my partner, Goten Son, as you already know." Trunks moved into the girl's view. The girl kept her head level, but raised her eyes to see Trunks, gazing at him with curiosity.
"Please, Dr, just call me by my name."
"What is your name?" Goten asked with such a quiet voice, that even the largest ears in the world couldn't pick it up.
"Excuse me, Goten?" Trunks asked.
"What's her name?" He stated back to Trunks, more of a question than a statement.
"Check my profile if you dare to seek it and endure the powers it possesses." Goten raised his eyebrow.
"Um, transfer all you're talking about into English." Goten murmured.
"I do not wish to, this is the only existing part of my soul that keeps me full, instead of ravening for food, hungrily searching for something I cannot find. My family has perished, my soul has been vanquished yet rejuvenated to something so impure that it bitterly eats away at my heart and mind. I lost everything that day, the day you locked me up like some ravenous creature with no profound future, like a rat waiting to be sacrificed in the hands of his beholder." The girl's eyes seemed emotionless, which left Trunks a feeling of insecurity.
"Where is your profile?" Trunks asked again.
"Fine!" The girl shouted, jumping up to her feet, which shakily held her up. She had anger on her face. "I'll tell you everything, my parents are dead, my brother is no longer among the living as far as I am aware, I've been treated like this for years, ever since I lost everything! My name is -"
"Wait, what day, how many years ago?" Goten interrupted. Trunks glared at Goten.
"You just had to add that in, just as she was telling us her name!" Trunks shouted. Goten pretended he never heard what Trunks was saying.
Trunks sighed and leaned against the wall behind him for support, crossing his firm arms.
"My name." The girl paused and slowly let herself down onto the bed, gazing at Goten, before her eyes drifted over to where Trunks was. "My name." She paused and stood up and walked towards the big window of glass, isolating the girl from the real world of sunshine and greens, not the blinding lights and whites of a mental institution. Suddenly, she plopped onto her back, clutching her head, shaking uncontrollably, her eyes of sapphires disappearing into the back of her head.
Trunks shouted in astonishment as he jumped to the girl's side. Goten shouted and did the same as Trunks, except propped the girl onto his lap. Suddenly, just as quick as it started, the shaking stopped. The girl's eyes returned to their original colour.
"My name, all of it, it's all coming back to me, my profile is wrong." The girl stammered and gazed up at Goten with curious eyes before her gaze fixed right on Trunks' with such a wonder.
"You should know my name." She pointed one of her delicate fingers at the boys. "Both of you."
Disclaimer: It's gonna be the same as last time, blah blah blah, I don't own Dragon Ball Z OR GT, there may be OOC'ness, the usual, you've been through the routine before.
Trunks - Same Age - Goten - Same Age - Pan - Same Age - Bra- Same Age - Tien - Still No Information Other Than Ancient - Marron - 19
Chapter 2: A Wave of Memories
Trunks and Goten eagerly walked onto the platform of the rolling elevator as they headed practically up a dark chamber, up towards the patients they seek. Goten's stomach growled, breaking the awkward silence that isolated them. Trunks laughed casually as Goten sheepishly tried to persuade Trunks it wasn't his stomach. "It wasn't me!" Goten cried.
"Yeah, right, Goten, like it wasn't you who, "accidentally," happened to catch my sister the day she fell down the stairs." Trunks smirked and Goten leaned forward with anticipation.
"Well, it wasn't my fault she staged it all? What about you and my niece, Trunks? Remember the time Pan and I were playing a prank on you about Pan being killed in a fight and you went nuts for three days? What about that?" Goten said quickly, testing Trunks' authority. Trunks laughed and leaned against the back of the elevator.
"Whatever." Trunks said casually as the elevator slowed to a halting stop and the doors automatically opened up, revealing another long narrow river of white and blinding rays. Goten cried out in surprise and quickly covered his eyes with his white overcoat. Trunks and Goten walked slowly out of the dark chamber, which held them and stepped into a world of scientific observations, tests, and experiments.
The hallway went for a long ways, reflections bouncing off the floors, shimmers of white and yellow lights, figures moving casually in the gray and dimmed shadows of the hallway. Trunks looked quickly around to see silver and rusted doors with faded numbers written in felt tip marker written on the surfaces. There was glass, long and large sheets of plexi- glass, containing humans. Humans are behind there, Trunks muttered to himself in disgust.
"It's hard to believe that people actually put up with this, being watched and tormented day in and day out." Goten breathed, as if he understood all the words that flew around in Trunks' head. "This is a really twisted job." Goten hissed. Trunks nodded in agreement.
"Yea, but if we help some of the patients, there'll be less people behind these barriers." He paused and gazed down the hallway, which spun in his eyes. "It'll be worth it, getting some of these people out of here." Suddenly, a figure passed before Trunks.
"Hello." A close and cooling voice stated, causing Goten to jump to extreme heights while Trunks remained down to earth. There was a woman standing before the men, her hair wrapped up in a bun roughly but with class. Her white coat billowed behind her and dark rimmed glasses on top of her head. Her glistening blue eyes caught Trunks' attention, drawing him into some kind of phase of life, love. Goten smiled eagerly at the blond, but he shrugged it off casually, from what Trunks could sense. Still won't have anyone except Bra, too bad she's..
"Hey, I'm Trunks," Trunks started, extending his hand to the blond, who took it gracefully, "and this is my partner, Goten. We're here because Tien had sent us here, we're in charge of this wing until further notice." Trunks handed the blond the parchment Tien had shown them earlier. The blond nodded.
"I see, I didn't introduce myself, I'm sorry, my name's Marron -" Marron stated before both Trunks and Goten interrupted her.
"You went to school with Bra!" Goten and Trunks exclaimed. Marron nodded stiffly.
"Yes." Was all she could muster. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and gazed at Trunks, who gazed back. Trunks coughed quickly and nervously and looked beside him to see that Goten had vanished. Trunks straightened up and looked down at Marron.
"I have to go, my partner's gone missing. Can I talk to you at lunch or anything?" Marron nodded and smiled a sweet smile, almost too sweet.
"That would be great." She said with a smile before walking out of Trunks' path. Trunks dashed down the hallway a few steps before he found Goten. It was room 178, the first room Goten and Trunks were to investigate. Goten was inside, approaching a girl slowly.
Inside, the walls were white and cushioned; a small window was near the top of the wall. A metal bedframe supported a weak mattress that sagged towards the floor, holding a light blue pillow with a worn out blue blanket. The room reminded Trunks of something one would find in a hospital, a hospital that shows no mercy for the dying, rooms that show that people will die quicker than you can say the word fatality rate.
On the bed, on the mattress that sagged to the floor, sat a girl facing the far wall, away from the glass.
The girl had hauntingly familiar details to Trunks, but he couldn't trace the origins. Her eyes reminded him of deep pools of sapphire, her hair shimmering like a sea as blue as the sky, her complexion was like soft tanned silk.
Goten was approaching this girl, his hand outstretched slightly, his body easing over slowly like a swan swimming in water. He moved so quietly that it amazed Trunks, but then he smirked. Only Goten could approach Bra that quietly, Trunks smiled at the memory.
Trunks eased himself away from the glass towards the door with the number 178 roughly drawn in felt tip marker on the door. The rust collected around the numbers and around the frame, causing Trunks to lightly brush his fingertips over the surface. It felt rough and cold, hard as marble. He grimaced and pulled his hand away, remembering the fact why the doors were so.solid.
He pushed the door open quietly, making sure it made no sound, making sure not to arouse the girl on the bed. Goten was nearly at her side when Trunks closed the door. Goten reached out for the child's shoulder when -
"Why does the wind whisper the sound of your arrival when you make no motion to deny that fact, Goten Son?" The girl's haunting voice cracked, shattering the room's silence into a million shards flying every which way at once.
"How did you, I mean, whoa." Goten stammered as the girl slowly turned her face towards him. He paused as he gazed at her features and slowly stepped backwards.
"Goten Son, my profile belongs where no mind can wander, it belongs where no mind can disturb the peace it brings to my serenity." She said quietly, her voice almost quivering.
Watching Goten stammer and struggle for words made Trunks realize that it was his cue.
"Hello, Patient #4776, my name is Trunks Briefs and this is my partner, Goten Son, as you already know." Trunks moved into the girl's view. The girl kept her head level, but raised her eyes to see Trunks, gazing at him with curiosity.
"Please, Dr, just call me by my name."
"What is your name?" Goten asked with such a quiet voice, that even the largest ears in the world couldn't pick it up.
"Excuse me, Goten?" Trunks asked.
"What's her name?" He stated back to Trunks, more of a question than a statement.
"Check my profile if you dare to seek it and endure the powers it possesses." Goten raised his eyebrow.
"Um, transfer all you're talking about into English." Goten murmured.
"I do not wish to, this is the only existing part of my soul that keeps me full, instead of ravening for food, hungrily searching for something I cannot find. My family has perished, my soul has been vanquished yet rejuvenated to something so impure that it bitterly eats away at my heart and mind. I lost everything that day, the day you locked me up like some ravenous creature with no profound future, like a rat waiting to be sacrificed in the hands of his beholder." The girl's eyes seemed emotionless, which left Trunks a feeling of insecurity.
"Where is your profile?" Trunks asked again.
"Fine!" The girl shouted, jumping up to her feet, which shakily held her up. She had anger on her face. "I'll tell you everything, my parents are dead, my brother is no longer among the living as far as I am aware, I've been treated like this for years, ever since I lost everything! My name is -"
"Wait, what day, how many years ago?" Goten interrupted. Trunks glared at Goten.
"You just had to add that in, just as she was telling us her name!" Trunks shouted. Goten pretended he never heard what Trunks was saying.
Trunks sighed and leaned against the wall behind him for support, crossing his firm arms.
"My name." The girl paused and slowly let herself down onto the bed, gazing at Goten, before her eyes drifted over to where Trunks was. "My name." She paused and stood up and walked towards the big window of glass, isolating the girl from the real world of sunshine and greens, not the blinding lights and whites of a mental institution. Suddenly, she plopped onto her back, clutching her head, shaking uncontrollably, her eyes of sapphires disappearing into the back of her head.
Trunks shouted in astonishment as he jumped to the girl's side. Goten shouted and did the same as Trunks, except propped the girl onto his lap. Suddenly, just as quick as it started, the shaking stopped. The girl's eyes returned to their original colour.
"My name, all of it, it's all coming back to me, my profile is wrong." The girl stammered and gazed up at Goten with curious eyes before her gaze fixed right on Trunks' with such a wonder.
"You should know my name." She pointed one of her delicate fingers at the boys. "Both of you."