Angel: Until she gets a job, she owns nothing but the clothes on her back.
Topazia: *glares and starts throwing stuff at him*
Chapter 9
"Mom! He's got Joanne! You've got to come home! You have to come home now!" The boy screamed into the phone as thunder sounded outside from the raging storm. Why did she have to leave? Why? It wasn't supposed to be this way!
"I'm on the freeway now. Just hold on for me ok? Just hold on." The lady replied softly.
The boy hung up the phone and raced to the room were the screams were coming from. "Dad! Stop it! You're hurting her! She didn't do anything!" There was another scream as a skinny blonde girl was thrown to the floor. Her body lay bloody and bruised, she wasn't moving. He never understood why their father did this. It wasn't their fault, whatever it was that angered him it had something to do with a bottle that he always kept with him...
A tall man with blonde hair and green eyes turned and glared at them. "You dare talk back to me you dog?" Dog, he didn't have a name with this heartless bastard. He never did when he was like this. He was called whatever came out of the man's mouth and was expected to answer by it. The boy brought his hands to cover his face, expecting a blow but something happened. The phone rang. Cursing the man sauntered towards the sound and answered the phone, leaving the small boy time to check on his battered sister. Gently he sat her up, causing her face to fill with pain. He smiled slightly on the verge of tears and brushed some of the blonde hair from her face. His sister reminded him very much of their mother. They had the same face, pale and round, except Joanne had the same color eyes and hair as their father. Perhaps the most interesting feature on her was the natural streaks of white mixed in with the blonde. She was pretty.
"Grace the girl is fine...no the boy was having a bad dream, that's all. Yes I'm sure." The man threw another glare his way, a silent promise of hell when he hung up, a promise that could easily be kept.
"Let me talk to my son!" The woman's voice screeched through the phone. The man threw it at the boy and stormed off, grabbing a bottle from a nearby table and taking a long swig from it before walking off.
"Hello? Hi mom...yeah...she's right here. She's fine now...fast asleep..." He looked down at this older sister and smiled. She looked as if she was in peace, a rare look indeed and he treasured it.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you no more. I'm on my-" A scream was heard followed by the heart wrenching sound of screeching brakes on a wet road and a crash. The boy's eyes widened with shock and fear. What if she was.no, she couldn't leave them! Not now! They needed her; they needed her to save them from that, that monster! "M-mom? Mom! Answer me please! Are you alright?"
Through the static and the storm he could still hear his mother's voice weakly calling out to him. "Hang...on...Angel..."
*~*~*~*~*~
Angel sat up in bed, beads of sweat were dripping down his face and he found himself gasping for breath. Casting one look over at Pan to make sure she was sleep, he gently got up and walked over to the closet and opened it. There sitting on the floor on the floor between a pair of blue boots and slippers was his bag. He dug to the bottom of it and pulled out a small wooden box. When opened a bright blue light erupted from it followed by a soft, sweet song. In the middle of the box stood a small twirling figurine of a woman in a low cut yellow dress. Her eyes were yellow and appeared innocent and laughing. Flowing white hair graced the top of her head, it was lose allowing it to fall down her back stopping at its final resting place at her thighs. The small doll had the appearance of a very young woman but her eyes told the story, filled with wisdom and mystery they seemed to hold an important secret.something very important. Angel smiled a little, the doll brought him comfort, and after that dream he had to see it.
Pan sat up and drew her knees to her chest this wasn't the fist time Angel had done this. It was the same every time. She'd wake up and find him sitting on the floor, a bright light surrounding him. But every time she'd go to him to see what the blue light was and he'd close it suddenly and tell her not to worry about it and go back to sleep. She sat there for a moment fighting back a wave of jealously as she watched. It was wrong, that she knew, but it couldn't be helped it's a normal feeling...she wanted that attention. Pan shrugged off the feeling and got up, tiptoeing over to Angel and sitting next to him in a kneeling position. To her amazement the box stayed open this time and she caught her first glimpse of the doll. "That's her? Your mom?" she asked curiously. Stupid question seeing as they both looked alike, but she had to say something to break the silence that had fallen.
He nodded gravely, pain written on his face. "I still remember the day it happened." He chuckled a little. "You know, it's funny how things come back to haunt you when you try to forget them. It's like the memory is staring you straight in the face.refusing to leave.laughing. It's then you realize that sometimes you don't really miss something close to you until it goes away.never to be heard from again. I often wonder if it will all go away.but then again it seems that I'm cursed to wander this earth remembering." He looked up from the box and towards the window. The moon had crept out from behind the clouds and was shining brightly. Pan watched him in wonder. He seemed to glow as he smiled up at the welcoming light. She reached up and grabbed one of his curls, twirling it slightly. She couldn't help it, it was long, soft, silky, who could resist? He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Hmm? What's up?"
"Nothing.what, is it a crime to mess with your hair now?" she asked. He never said anything before! Why start now?
"Nope.you just took me by surprise."
She arched an eyebrow. Surprise he says...ha! That's a new one. "I don't see why...I always do this."
"Well I was kinda daydreaming and it just did." Pan got up and walked towards her bed and sat down, looking out into the night.
"Angel.let's do something.I'm kinda bored." She stated suddenly. He needed to get his mind off the past. Pan didn't like seeing Angel so spaced out like this. Hey! She could take him to her favorite Park! That would make him laugh.
"Like...?"
"Like I'd tell you. You've only been here two days. I just want to show you a little bit of the city!" she piped cheerfully.
Angel scratched his head. "I don't know Pan." He really didn't want to go anywhere but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He was soon proved right as she grabbed his hand, led him to her balcony and flew off into the night.
*~*~*~*~*~
After a while she had released him, letting him fly on his own. A large park loomed ahead and Pan grinned remembering her times there.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Hey! That's my ball you purple haired fag!" The little girl yelled as she reached for it. Why'd they always pick on her? She was just as strong as they were, really! It's not fair. It was because of her height wasn't it?
"Trunks! Over here!" Another boy called waving his arms in the air. Trunks tossed the ball over to his friend Goten, who laughed sticking his tongue out at her.
Stomping her foot Pan marched to where Trunks stood laughing his ass off and glared up at him, her mouth turned up in a pout. Suddenly her hands balled into fists, which only made him call her cute and laugh some more. This pissed her off and in returned she punched him hard in the stomach.
"Uncle Goten I want my ball!" she muttered angrily. He looked at her nervously before giving it to her and walking over to Trunks, who was on his knees holding his stomach. Pan smiled cutely and thanked them before walking off.
"Trunks.you just got punched by a four year old man." Goten teased.
"Yeah but that's one hell of a four year old." He choked out after a few minuets looking up to watch as she skipped off towards Bra and the others.
*~*~*~*~
Pan chuckled to herself as the park came into view. It had grown since her last visit, but to her it was still the same. She started to drop down and Angel followed in pursuit, both landing in the soft grass. He look around, the park was very large, dotted with many statues and four playgrounds. He turned a little noticing a shadow looming over him. It was a statue, one of them anyway...Angel looked at it closely, grinning when he saw what it was. "Hey, isn't that?"
"Yep." Standing in the middle of the fountain was statues of four people, one of the Gold Haired Fighter, The Great saiyaman, Gohan, and Goten. Saiyaman and the Gold Haired fighter stood on the outside of Gohan, their arms stretched towards the heavens. This was why it was her favorite park, the statues! They brought back such memories.
"The Kamehameha wave." Angel muttered laughing when he finally realized what they were doing. Pan nodded, this was one of her favorite statues. Water and light had replaced the original blast, but it still looked good. Gohan stood in the middle with Goten on his back pointing up at the sky. "How'd this get here?"
"Grandpa Hurcule made it for my family. Plus my mom threatened him a little." She answered.
"Wow.your own park." Angel whispered. He never had anything like this when he was little. He barely got to see a park.
"Yeah.come on! I'll show you the others." She led him over to an unusual looking one. "Defenders of justice and truth! The Great Saiyaman I and II!" The statute was sculpted into one of their famous horrifying posses, their capes billowing in the wind.
Angel scratched his head. It was...well unique and different and...very ugly. "Um...well...it looks...um..."
"Just go ahead and say it." Pan giggled. She didn't blame him for not liking it. She had it made as an anniversary present for her parents. Just a small reminder of how stupid they were when they were younger.
"What? I wasn't gonna say anything. Really!" Angel's eyes wandered to another one behind it. "Is that a favorite too?" He pointed.
"Yep!" Pan grinned at it.
"It would be.you're in it." he said looking at the young girl as she held up the four star ball. Pan pointed to the taller one standing with an arm on the little one's shoulder. "That was my uncle before he cut his hair and turned ugly. He's growing it back though.thank goodness. Innocent looking isn't he?" She hated it when Goten had cut his hair, if she could have run screaming from the room she would have. He looked like a reject from a Gohan Fan Club. Most of it had grown back by now and it rested on his shoulders a little.
Angel shrugged "I guess." What could he say? He really didn't know the guy, and after all, innocence is only skin deep, he should know.
"There's a statue of Grandpa Goku holding the power pole while standing on the nimbus cloud back off that away but I don't really feel like walking to it." Pan said. Angel wandered over to over to the nearby swings and sat down. Fine by him, he really didn't feel like walking right now anyway. Of course they could fly, but he didn't feel like don't that now either. Yep, he was a bum, a lazy bum. For now anyway. Pan sat down next to him and looked around. "Where to now?"
"I don't know...you live here." He looked around taking in their surroundings. He had to admit that seeing this place did make him feel better, a lot better.
Pan kicked off the ground, pushing her swing into the air. She giggled softly, her black hair rising and falling with her movements. Angel watched her for a while then got up, stretching. "Where you going Angel?"
"I'd thought we'd take a trip, my style." He answered slyly. Pan arched an eyebrow at him but watched intently. Angel lowered his head concentrating. She noticed that his back...was glowing...Suddenly he threw his head back in a soft moan, a shower of features erupting from the light in his back, growing into wings.
"I could never get tired of seeing that." Pan mumbled. She then realized that her statement could mean several things and a slightly demented smirk crossed her face. One that didn't go unnoticed.
"Ah, so you liked that huh?" She shook her head free of those lovely thoughts and glared. What was he saying? She would do that with any guy that looked good! Ok...that didn't help neither, damn it!
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied with a shrug.
"I saw that look you gave me." Angel replied grinning. He loved picking with her it made life more fulfilling, plus it was fun.
"You're the only one out here! Of course I'm going to look at you, you're Human!" Like she'd ever admit to drooling over him. Her pride refused to let her. Never! Not in a million years!
"Whatever...let's go."
"Where to bird boy?"
"You'll see." He picked her up and lifted off into the air, leaving Pan curious about their destination. He liked spending time with her like this. She'd shone him her place now he had one in mind, an interesting one at that.
Angel: Where should I take her, movies? Beach, dinner maybe?
Topaiza: Well, maybe they'd find out if you'd let me finish typing the next chapter! *Is tied up in a corner*
Angel: I'll think about it... *smirk*
Topazia: o.o' help!
Topazia: *glares and starts throwing stuff at him*
Chapter 9
"Mom! He's got Joanne! You've got to come home! You have to come home now!" The boy screamed into the phone as thunder sounded outside from the raging storm. Why did she have to leave? Why? It wasn't supposed to be this way!
"I'm on the freeway now. Just hold on for me ok? Just hold on." The lady replied softly.
The boy hung up the phone and raced to the room were the screams were coming from. "Dad! Stop it! You're hurting her! She didn't do anything!" There was another scream as a skinny blonde girl was thrown to the floor. Her body lay bloody and bruised, she wasn't moving. He never understood why their father did this. It wasn't their fault, whatever it was that angered him it had something to do with a bottle that he always kept with him...
A tall man with blonde hair and green eyes turned and glared at them. "You dare talk back to me you dog?" Dog, he didn't have a name with this heartless bastard. He never did when he was like this. He was called whatever came out of the man's mouth and was expected to answer by it. The boy brought his hands to cover his face, expecting a blow but something happened. The phone rang. Cursing the man sauntered towards the sound and answered the phone, leaving the small boy time to check on his battered sister. Gently he sat her up, causing her face to fill with pain. He smiled slightly on the verge of tears and brushed some of the blonde hair from her face. His sister reminded him very much of their mother. They had the same face, pale and round, except Joanne had the same color eyes and hair as their father. Perhaps the most interesting feature on her was the natural streaks of white mixed in with the blonde. She was pretty.
"Grace the girl is fine...no the boy was having a bad dream, that's all. Yes I'm sure." The man threw another glare his way, a silent promise of hell when he hung up, a promise that could easily be kept.
"Let me talk to my son!" The woman's voice screeched through the phone. The man threw it at the boy and stormed off, grabbing a bottle from a nearby table and taking a long swig from it before walking off.
"Hello? Hi mom...yeah...she's right here. She's fine now...fast asleep..." He looked down at this older sister and smiled. She looked as if she was in peace, a rare look indeed and he treasured it.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you no more. I'm on my-" A scream was heard followed by the heart wrenching sound of screeching brakes on a wet road and a crash. The boy's eyes widened with shock and fear. What if she was.no, she couldn't leave them! Not now! They needed her; they needed her to save them from that, that monster! "M-mom? Mom! Answer me please! Are you alright?"
Through the static and the storm he could still hear his mother's voice weakly calling out to him. "Hang...on...Angel..."
*~*~*~*~*~
Angel sat up in bed, beads of sweat were dripping down his face and he found himself gasping for breath. Casting one look over at Pan to make sure she was sleep, he gently got up and walked over to the closet and opened it. There sitting on the floor on the floor between a pair of blue boots and slippers was his bag. He dug to the bottom of it and pulled out a small wooden box. When opened a bright blue light erupted from it followed by a soft, sweet song. In the middle of the box stood a small twirling figurine of a woman in a low cut yellow dress. Her eyes were yellow and appeared innocent and laughing. Flowing white hair graced the top of her head, it was lose allowing it to fall down her back stopping at its final resting place at her thighs. The small doll had the appearance of a very young woman but her eyes told the story, filled with wisdom and mystery they seemed to hold an important secret.something very important. Angel smiled a little, the doll brought him comfort, and after that dream he had to see it.
Pan sat up and drew her knees to her chest this wasn't the fist time Angel had done this. It was the same every time. She'd wake up and find him sitting on the floor, a bright light surrounding him. But every time she'd go to him to see what the blue light was and he'd close it suddenly and tell her not to worry about it and go back to sleep. She sat there for a moment fighting back a wave of jealously as she watched. It was wrong, that she knew, but it couldn't be helped it's a normal feeling...she wanted that attention. Pan shrugged off the feeling and got up, tiptoeing over to Angel and sitting next to him in a kneeling position. To her amazement the box stayed open this time and she caught her first glimpse of the doll. "That's her? Your mom?" she asked curiously. Stupid question seeing as they both looked alike, but she had to say something to break the silence that had fallen.
He nodded gravely, pain written on his face. "I still remember the day it happened." He chuckled a little. "You know, it's funny how things come back to haunt you when you try to forget them. It's like the memory is staring you straight in the face.refusing to leave.laughing. It's then you realize that sometimes you don't really miss something close to you until it goes away.never to be heard from again. I often wonder if it will all go away.but then again it seems that I'm cursed to wander this earth remembering." He looked up from the box and towards the window. The moon had crept out from behind the clouds and was shining brightly. Pan watched him in wonder. He seemed to glow as he smiled up at the welcoming light. She reached up and grabbed one of his curls, twirling it slightly. She couldn't help it, it was long, soft, silky, who could resist? He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Hmm? What's up?"
"Nothing.what, is it a crime to mess with your hair now?" she asked. He never said anything before! Why start now?
"Nope.you just took me by surprise."
She arched an eyebrow. Surprise he says...ha! That's a new one. "I don't see why...I always do this."
"Well I was kinda daydreaming and it just did." Pan got up and walked towards her bed and sat down, looking out into the night.
"Angel.let's do something.I'm kinda bored." She stated suddenly. He needed to get his mind off the past. Pan didn't like seeing Angel so spaced out like this. Hey! She could take him to her favorite Park! That would make him laugh.
"Like...?"
"Like I'd tell you. You've only been here two days. I just want to show you a little bit of the city!" she piped cheerfully.
Angel scratched his head. "I don't know Pan." He really didn't want to go anywhere but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He was soon proved right as she grabbed his hand, led him to her balcony and flew off into the night.
*~*~*~*~*~
After a while she had released him, letting him fly on his own. A large park loomed ahead and Pan grinned remembering her times there.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Hey! That's my ball you purple haired fag!" The little girl yelled as she reached for it. Why'd they always pick on her? She was just as strong as they were, really! It's not fair. It was because of her height wasn't it?
"Trunks! Over here!" Another boy called waving his arms in the air. Trunks tossed the ball over to his friend Goten, who laughed sticking his tongue out at her.
Stomping her foot Pan marched to where Trunks stood laughing his ass off and glared up at him, her mouth turned up in a pout. Suddenly her hands balled into fists, which only made him call her cute and laugh some more. This pissed her off and in returned she punched him hard in the stomach.
"Uncle Goten I want my ball!" she muttered angrily. He looked at her nervously before giving it to her and walking over to Trunks, who was on his knees holding his stomach. Pan smiled cutely and thanked them before walking off.
"Trunks.you just got punched by a four year old man." Goten teased.
"Yeah but that's one hell of a four year old." He choked out after a few minuets looking up to watch as she skipped off towards Bra and the others.
*~*~*~*~
Pan chuckled to herself as the park came into view. It had grown since her last visit, but to her it was still the same. She started to drop down and Angel followed in pursuit, both landing in the soft grass. He look around, the park was very large, dotted with many statues and four playgrounds. He turned a little noticing a shadow looming over him. It was a statue, one of them anyway...Angel looked at it closely, grinning when he saw what it was. "Hey, isn't that?"
"Yep." Standing in the middle of the fountain was statues of four people, one of the Gold Haired Fighter, The Great saiyaman, Gohan, and Goten. Saiyaman and the Gold Haired fighter stood on the outside of Gohan, their arms stretched towards the heavens. This was why it was her favorite park, the statues! They brought back such memories.
"The Kamehameha wave." Angel muttered laughing when he finally realized what they were doing. Pan nodded, this was one of her favorite statues. Water and light had replaced the original blast, but it still looked good. Gohan stood in the middle with Goten on his back pointing up at the sky. "How'd this get here?"
"Grandpa Hurcule made it for my family. Plus my mom threatened him a little." She answered.
"Wow.your own park." Angel whispered. He never had anything like this when he was little. He barely got to see a park.
"Yeah.come on! I'll show you the others." She led him over to an unusual looking one. "Defenders of justice and truth! The Great Saiyaman I and II!" The statute was sculpted into one of their famous horrifying posses, their capes billowing in the wind.
Angel scratched his head. It was...well unique and different and...very ugly. "Um...well...it looks...um..."
"Just go ahead and say it." Pan giggled. She didn't blame him for not liking it. She had it made as an anniversary present for her parents. Just a small reminder of how stupid they were when they were younger.
"What? I wasn't gonna say anything. Really!" Angel's eyes wandered to another one behind it. "Is that a favorite too?" He pointed.
"Yep!" Pan grinned at it.
"It would be.you're in it." he said looking at the young girl as she held up the four star ball. Pan pointed to the taller one standing with an arm on the little one's shoulder. "That was my uncle before he cut his hair and turned ugly. He's growing it back though.thank goodness. Innocent looking isn't he?" She hated it when Goten had cut his hair, if she could have run screaming from the room she would have. He looked like a reject from a Gohan Fan Club. Most of it had grown back by now and it rested on his shoulders a little.
Angel shrugged "I guess." What could he say? He really didn't know the guy, and after all, innocence is only skin deep, he should know.
"There's a statue of Grandpa Goku holding the power pole while standing on the nimbus cloud back off that away but I don't really feel like walking to it." Pan said. Angel wandered over to over to the nearby swings and sat down. Fine by him, he really didn't feel like walking right now anyway. Of course they could fly, but he didn't feel like don't that now either. Yep, he was a bum, a lazy bum. For now anyway. Pan sat down next to him and looked around. "Where to now?"
"I don't know...you live here." He looked around taking in their surroundings. He had to admit that seeing this place did make him feel better, a lot better.
Pan kicked off the ground, pushing her swing into the air. She giggled softly, her black hair rising and falling with her movements. Angel watched her for a while then got up, stretching. "Where you going Angel?"
"I'd thought we'd take a trip, my style." He answered slyly. Pan arched an eyebrow at him but watched intently. Angel lowered his head concentrating. She noticed that his back...was glowing...Suddenly he threw his head back in a soft moan, a shower of features erupting from the light in his back, growing into wings.
"I could never get tired of seeing that." Pan mumbled. She then realized that her statement could mean several things and a slightly demented smirk crossed her face. One that didn't go unnoticed.
"Ah, so you liked that huh?" She shook her head free of those lovely thoughts and glared. What was he saying? She would do that with any guy that looked good! Ok...that didn't help neither, damn it!
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied with a shrug.
"I saw that look you gave me." Angel replied grinning. He loved picking with her it made life more fulfilling, plus it was fun.
"You're the only one out here! Of course I'm going to look at you, you're Human!" Like she'd ever admit to drooling over him. Her pride refused to let her. Never! Not in a million years!
"Whatever...let's go."
"Where to bird boy?"
"You'll see." He picked her up and lifted off into the air, leaving Pan curious about their destination. He liked spending time with her like this. She'd shone him her place now he had one in mind, an interesting one at that.
Angel: Where should I take her, movies? Beach, dinner maybe?
Topaiza: Well, maybe they'd find out if you'd let me finish typing the next chapter! *Is tied up in a corner*
Angel: I'll think about it... *smirk*
Topazia: o.o' help!