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Chapter 8
As the church bells struck eleven 'o' clock, the Lord's manor seemed to be sleeping for the night. All the candles had long since been snuffed out, and the servants were all resting up for their early start in the morning. Even Goku, who usually didn't sleep much, was in a deep slumber, lightly snoring, his clothes simply thrown to the ground. However, not everyone was asleep. Unbeknown to the other residents of the manor, a young woman was creeping down the stairs, dressed in a red, hooded cloak. Her face was obscured by the shadows, and she slipped silently through the servant's chamber out into the gardens. Looking around to make sure that she hadn't been spotted, the woman quickly unlocked the gate in the large stone wall and made her way out into the night. She was finally getting a taste of freedom.
"Trunks, stop this, why don't we just talk things out?" Goten asked. Trunks shook his head, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw set in steely determination. He was walking through the maze of alleyways leading to the Lord's manor, his hand clutching his newly sharpened knife. Goten couldn't look at the thing, just the sight of it brought back memories of Masaki as he fell to the ground, his white shirt drenched in blood. He swallowed hard; thinking of how cold and evil Trunks had seemed that night, almost as if he enjoyed seeing the pain on Masaki's face. He quickened his pace to catch up with his friend, panic hitting him in waves as he thought of what Trunks was going to try and do. He ran in front of him and grabbed his shoulders.
"Please, Trunks, stop! Think about what you are about to do, for all our sakes! I know that you don't want to do this!"
His comrade didn't even acknowledge that he had heard him, and Goten was about to give up hope, until Trunks focused his blue eyes on him.
"Get out of my way, Goten" he said icily. "We have a mission. I am just fulfilling that mission. My emotions have nothing to do with this."
Goten glared at him. "Your emotions have everything to do with this, Trunks. Can't you see past your own foolishness? The only reason that you are doing this is to try and block out those new emotions that surfaced earlier. I saw you, Trunks! I saw those tears running down your face and - "
He was quickly cut off as Trunks' fist made contact with his jaw, the impact knocking him sideways to the ground. Sitting up, he brought a hand to his face, tasting blood in his mouth as his lip began to bleed.
"Shut up!" Trunks practically screamed, the frustration evident in his voice. "You don't know anything! You didn't see anything, Goten!"
Goten scrambled to his feet as his friend took off again, running after him.
"No, you're wrong!" he shouted. "And I cannot stand by and watch you do this! Can you honestly tell me that you feel nothing, that you would not feel even one shred of guilt if you murdered her?"
Trunks turned around to him, anger burning in his eyes, not particularly anger towards Goten, but to himself for letting his emotions come to the surface.
"Yes, I can tell you that for a fact!" he growled.
Goten drew back his fist and struck his friend, who staggered back and stared at him in surprise, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Goten, what the hell was that for?" he yelled. The raven haired man scowled.
"To knock some goddam sense into you! What the hell are you playing at, Trunks? I can't deal with this! I really can't deal with this! This job is meaningless! Gohan hasn't even told us why we have to kill Marron, there's no reasoning behind it! Why are we doing what he asks when we have no idea why we have to do it?"
"We're there to carry out orders, Goten"
"I don't care what we're there to do! I can't go through with this, and I'm not letting you do it either. We've already ruined Lady Bra's life, and she has no idea yet! I can't live with this guilt. I cannot keep my feelings hidden like you can, Trunks!"
"We have ruined no one's life" Trunks sneered. "It is not our concern any more, Goten! I am sorry if you are feeling guilty because you have feelings for that woman, but it has nothing to do with me!"
"When are you going to get it through your head?" Goten screamed, fed up with the way his friend was acting. "You cannot just deny responsibility for something and expect it to go away! How long will it be before someone finds those nobles? You killed two men!"
Trunks grabbed him by his collar roughly and lifted him from the floor.
"I will make it three if you do not let me alone, Goten" he hissed.
Goten looked him square in the eyes.
"Try it."
"Wow, the sky is so beautiful at night" the woman whispered to herself, staring up at the stars. The moon was out, full, casting a silvery glow upon everything in its path. She walked into the middle of the square, sitting by the flower garden in the centre, admiring the beautiful pink petals of the roses, the delicate fragrance of the lilies, and the full yellow sheen on the marigolds. So engrossed was she in her admiration of the flowers, that she did not notice as a group of the local thieves crept up behind her.
Goten squeezed his eyes shut as he saw Trunks' fist draw back, bracing himself for the blow. The lavender haired boy gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the surge of emotions racing inside of him, and swung his fist forward. He stopped it just in front of Goten's face, his hands shaking, and slowly released the boy's collar. Goten fell to the floor heavily, his eyes opening in surprise. Trunks was standing in front of him, his entire body now shaking as his emotions overcame him. He dropped to his knees, planting both his hands on the floor and trying desperately to regulate his breathing. What was happening to him? Why now, of all the times it could have happened, had his feelings decided to make themselves known? He pounded the floor with his fists, ignoring new tears as they made their way down his face.
"Why? Why have I become like this? What triggered this?"
His friend stood up unsteadily, looking at him with wary eyes.
"Trunks?" he said softly. He winced as he tensed at the sound of his own name.
"What am I doing, Goten?" Trunks asked miserably, eyeing the knife in his hand. His face paled as he looked at the sharpness of the blade, and whom he had planned to use it on. Goten walked up to him and helped him to his feet.
"Listen, I know it is hard for you to deal with all these new feelings, Trunks, but I want you to know that I am here for you, and I'm going to help."
"I…I'm sorry for what happened earlier"
"No problem" Goten laughed a little, rubbing his face. "Damn, it is painful though!"
"What about what you did to me?" Trunks laughed, wiping blood from his mouth. His friend smiled.
"That's the first time I have heard you laugh in years"
"So then, where are you from? I haven't seen you around here before"
The man leered at the woman by the flower garden as his comrades circled her. She shrank away from them, looking around frantically for some way to escape.
"What's wrong?" one of the thieves drawled, smirking at her. "Don't tell me you're afraid of me"
"U…um…no, I…just want to g…get past"
The man laughed a harsh, cruel sounding laugh, which chilled the woman to the bone. She was in trouble. The largest thief grabbed her arm as she tried to push past him.
"Oh no, I am sorry, but we haven't finished with you yet"
He tightened his grip on her, his smile widening in glee as he felt her wrist almost snap under the pressure. She whimpered in pain and tried to pull her arm away, but his grip got even tighter.
"Now, give us anything you have of any value, and we will let you go" the man said, smirking as he saw tears fill her eyes.
"I…I don't have anything" she stammered.
He growled, and squeezed her wrist as tightly as he could, breaking the fragile bones and causing her to scream in agony.
"Wrong answer" he whispered in her ear.
"Did you just hear that?" Goten asked, frowning worriedly.
"A scream…her voice sounds familiar"
"But who would be out at this time? It's almost midnight!"
"I don't know, Goten. Maybe it's Nappa and his gang again"
Goten looked over in the direction that the scream had come from.
"It had better not be Paris!" he cried fiercely, and set off running. Trunks followed, a strange feeling of dread overcoming him. Nappa and his gang of thieves were about as ruthless as you could get. Even more so than himself. They had no hang ups about anything, even though Trunks was a criminal and a murderer, there were certain things even he could not bring himself to do. But Nappa thought nothing of it. He hurried to catch up with Goten, ignoring the part of his mind that screamed 'it's not your concern, just think about yourself and how to save your own life'
The woman was crying softly now, still trying to pull her arm away from Nappa.
"I….please…I speak the truth….let me alone!" she sobbed. Nappa grinned, relishing in seeing the woman in so much pain. Her face was contorted into a grimace, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Nappa chuckled, and held out his hand. One of his cronies, knowing exactly what he meant by that gesture, tossed him a particularly sharp looking knife. The woman's eyes widened as her attacker trailed the very tip of the knife down her face with a cruel smile
"Now you will pay the price for your deceit" he murmured.
"Nappa!"
The thief spun around, still holding the woman's broken wrist tightly, and strained his eyes, trying to see into the darkness. He could hear slow, calculating footsteps as a figure walked into the pale moonlight.
"Still doing the same as usual, I see" the lavender haired man said coldly. Nappa sneered.
"Oh, it's only you two. I thought it was someone important"
Goten, who had joined Trunks, clenched his fist.
"Shut up! What are you doing out here at this time? You know that this is not your territory!" he cried. The larger man straightened up, causing his victim to let out a sob. Trunks' eyes slowly focused on the girl. She seemed so familiar, even in that disguise she was wearing. Who was she? He looked back to Nappa as the giant spoke.
"Well, I hear you and pretty boy over there haven't been doing your job properly. Been too busy at the whorehouse, have you?"
"You haven't changed a bit, Nappa" Trunks muttered.
"Ha! Like you is any better, Trunks kiddo" he drawled in his thick southern accent.
The woman's head jerked up as Trunks' name was mentioned. She pushed back her hood with her free hand and looked over at the man who seemed to have come to her aid, and gasped audibly.
"L…Lord Valmont!" she blurted out, and Trunks started, looking at her in horror.
"Miss…..Miss Marron?" he stammered in disbelief. His knife slipped out of his hand, to the floor, and landed with a clang.
Nappa's malicious grin widened as he slowly looked down at the woman on the floor next to him.
"So….you two know each other, do you?" he said slowly, pulling Marron to her feet. She whimpered softly.
"Well, this makes things all the more interesting, doesn't it?" he murmured. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of Marron's golden hair. Trunks gritted his teeth and started for the thug.
"Get your hands off her" he growled.
Nappa leered at the girl and pulled her face close to his.
"How do you know she isn't having any fun?" he asked.
"I don't know. It might be something to do with the way she is whimpering, and maybe the look of terror on her face" Goten replied, in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
He looked up sharply, releasing his grip on Marron for a fraction of a second. She took the opportunity, and twisted out of his grip, making a run for it.
"Jeice!" Nappa yelled, and jerked his thumb in the direction of the young woman. A comrade of his, sporting long white hair, leapt at Marron, tackling her to the ground.
Goten ran forward to help, but was stopped by a swift kick to the stomach by a strange, blue skinned man. He looked up in disbelief; he had never seen this guy before. Looking over to see how Trunks was doing, he wasn't surprised to find that Trunks had already floored a short, green skinned guy, and was currently engaging in a fistfight with Nappa. The two of them fought at a blistering pace, and Goten could only just follow it.
Punch, punch, kick, punch, block, punch…light playing on what looked like a dagger…
"Trunks!" he yelled. His friend brought his arm up to block another punch from Nappa, and lost his concentration, turning to his comrade for a split second.
A split second was all Nappa needed. Goten's hand flew up to his mouth as he watched his friend's face contort in pain, and his hands fall limply to his sides.
"Looks like I win this round, kid" Nappa smirked, pulling the knife from the younger man's body, and stepping back as he staggered forwards, clutching his stomach. He could hear the boy's breathing become more laboured, shallower, as he fell to his knees, staring in horror as he saw his life spilling through his fingers and onto the ground.
'Pain….pain…so much pain. Is this how the Earl felt?'
His vision swam. Masaki, Serimori, God only knew whom else. Was this how they had felt? Was this what it felt like to die, and watch the man responsible smiling as you fought for breath and tasted blood in your mouth? As you choked on it and it slipped down your chin and splashed onto the ground?
The pain was unbearable, unworldly, almost. He looked up at his angel of death, and his voice was barely audible as he managed to choke out those two words he had hoped that he would never have to say.
"Finish me."
A/N: Hehehehe….poor Trunks! How I love to torture him! Something about injured guys is so cute! Maybe I'll get Nappa to stab Goten next! (runs from Goten fangirls out for blood) Okay, okay, I'll not let him get stabbed! Sorry if this chappie isn't as good as the others, but I wrote it during my writer's block, which, thankfully, is no more! (cheers and throws glitter)
Thanks again for all the reviews, and please keep it up! I love getting reviews, they inspire me so much! Oh, and I know I said that there'd be some T/M and B/G action, well, there will be, in the next couple of chapters, promise! I just have so many ideas in my head, and it's hard to fit them into one chapter! Well, don't forget to review, and I'll see you soon for chapter 9! Oh yeah, and don't forget to check out my new fic, 'Coffee, College and Crushes', my latest T/M creation! And review! What else? Um, oh yeah, on my homepage I've put up two pics from chapter 5, one of Goten and Bra and one of Trunks and Marron. They're in the pics from fics section of Blue's Fan Art. The site address is in my profile if you want to take a look.And that's about it for now! Ja ne!
Aerith
Chapter 8
As the church bells struck eleven 'o' clock, the Lord's manor seemed to be sleeping for the night. All the candles had long since been snuffed out, and the servants were all resting up for their early start in the morning. Even Goku, who usually didn't sleep much, was in a deep slumber, lightly snoring, his clothes simply thrown to the ground. However, not everyone was asleep. Unbeknown to the other residents of the manor, a young woman was creeping down the stairs, dressed in a red, hooded cloak. Her face was obscured by the shadows, and she slipped silently through the servant's chamber out into the gardens. Looking around to make sure that she hadn't been spotted, the woman quickly unlocked the gate in the large stone wall and made her way out into the night. She was finally getting a taste of freedom.
"Trunks, stop this, why don't we just talk things out?" Goten asked. Trunks shook his head, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw set in steely determination. He was walking through the maze of alleyways leading to the Lord's manor, his hand clutching his newly sharpened knife. Goten couldn't look at the thing, just the sight of it brought back memories of Masaki as he fell to the ground, his white shirt drenched in blood. He swallowed hard; thinking of how cold and evil Trunks had seemed that night, almost as if he enjoyed seeing the pain on Masaki's face. He quickened his pace to catch up with his friend, panic hitting him in waves as he thought of what Trunks was going to try and do. He ran in front of him and grabbed his shoulders.
"Please, Trunks, stop! Think about what you are about to do, for all our sakes! I know that you don't want to do this!"
His comrade didn't even acknowledge that he had heard him, and Goten was about to give up hope, until Trunks focused his blue eyes on him.
"Get out of my way, Goten" he said icily. "We have a mission. I am just fulfilling that mission. My emotions have nothing to do with this."
Goten glared at him. "Your emotions have everything to do with this, Trunks. Can't you see past your own foolishness? The only reason that you are doing this is to try and block out those new emotions that surfaced earlier. I saw you, Trunks! I saw those tears running down your face and - "
He was quickly cut off as Trunks' fist made contact with his jaw, the impact knocking him sideways to the ground. Sitting up, he brought a hand to his face, tasting blood in his mouth as his lip began to bleed.
"Shut up!" Trunks practically screamed, the frustration evident in his voice. "You don't know anything! You didn't see anything, Goten!"
Goten scrambled to his feet as his friend took off again, running after him.
"No, you're wrong!" he shouted. "And I cannot stand by and watch you do this! Can you honestly tell me that you feel nothing, that you would not feel even one shred of guilt if you murdered her?"
Trunks turned around to him, anger burning in his eyes, not particularly anger towards Goten, but to himself for letting his emotions come to the surface.
"Yes, I can tell you that for a fact!" he growled.
Goten drew back his fist and struck his friend, who staggered back and stared at him in surprise, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Goten, what the hell was that for?" he yelled. The raven haired man scowled.
"To knock some goddam sense into you! What the hell are you playing at, Trunks? I can't deal with this! I really can't deal with this! This job is meaningless! Gohan hasn't even told us why we have to kill Marron, there's no reasoning behind it! Why are we doing what he asks when we have no idea why we have to do it?"
"We're there to carry out orders, Goten"
"I don't care what we're there to do! I can't go through with this, and I'm not letting you do it either. We've already ruined Lady Bra's life, and she has no idea yet! I can't live with this guilt. I cannot keep my feelings hidden like you can, Trunks!"
"We have ruined no one's life" Trunks sneered. "It is not our concern any more, Goten! I am sorry if you are feeling guilty because you have feelings for that woman, but it has nothing to do with me!"
"When are you going to get it through your head?" Goten screamed, fed up with the way his friend was acting. "You cannot just deny responsibility for something and expect it to go away! How long will it be before someone finds those nobles? You killed two men!"
Trunks grabbed him by his collar roughly and lifted him from the floor.
"I will make it three if you do not let me alone, Goten" he hissed.
Goten looked him square in the eyes.
"Try it."
"Wow, the sky is so beautiful at night" the woman whispered to herself, staring up at the stars. The moon was out, full, casting a silvery glow upon everything in its path. She walked into the middle of the square, sitting by the flower garden in the centre, admiring the beautiful pink petals of the roses, the delicate fragrance of the lilies, and the full yellow sheen on the marigolds. So engrossed was she in her admiration of the flowers, that she did not notice as a group of the local thieves crept up behind her.
Goten squeezed his eyes shut as he saw Trunks' fist draw back, bracing himself for the blow. The lavender haired boy gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the surge of emotions racing inside of him, and swung his fist forward. He stopped it just in front of Goten's face, his hands shaking, and slowly released the boy's collar. Goten fell to the floor heavily, his eyes opening in surprise. Trunks was standing in front of him, his entire body now shaking as his emotions overcame him. He dropped to his knees, planting both his hands on the floor and trying desperately to regulate his breathing. What was happening to him? Why now, of all the times it could have happened, had his feelings decided to make themselves known? He pounded the floor with his fists, ignoring new tears as they made their way down his face.
"Why? Why have I become like this? What triggered this?"
His friend stood up unsteadily, looking at him with wary eyes.
"Trunks?" he said softly. He winced as he tensed at the sound of his own name.
"What am I doing, Goten?" Trunks asked miserably, eyeing the knife in his hand. His face paled as he looked at the sharpness of the blade, and whom he had planned to use it on. Goten walked up to him and helped him to his feet.
"Listen, I know it is hard for you to deal with all these new feelings, Trunks, but I want you to know that I am here for you, and I'm going to help."
"I…I'm sorry for what happened earlier"
"No problem" Goten laughed a little, rubbing his face. "Damn, it is painful though!"
"What about what you did to me?" Trunks laughed, wiping blood from his mouth. His friend smiled.
"That's the first time I have heard you laugh in years"
"So then, where are you from? I haven't seen you around here before"
The man leered at the woman by the flower garden as his comrades circled her. She shrank away from them, looking around frantically for some way to escape.
"What's wrong?" one of the thieves drawled, smirking at her. "Don't tell me you're afraid of me"
"U…um…no, I…just want to g…get past"
The man laughed a harsh, cruel sounding laugh, which chilled the woman to the bone. She was in trouble. The largest thief grabbed her arm as she tried to push past him.
"Oh no, I am sorry, but we haven't finished with you yet"
He tightened his grip on her, his smile widening in glee as he felt her wrist almost snap under the pressure. She whimpered in pain and tried to pull her arm away, but his grip got even tighter.
"Now, give us anything you have of any value, and we will let you go" the man said, smirking as he saw tears fill her eyes.
"I…I don't have anything" she stammered.
He growled, and squeezed her wrist as tightly as he could, breaking the fragile bones and causing her to scream in agony.
"Wrong answer" he whispered in her ear.
"Did you just hear that?" Goten asked, frowning worriedly.
"A scream…her voice sounds familiar"
"But who would be out at this time? It's almost midnight!"
"I don't know, Goten. Maybe it's Nappa and his gang again"
Goten looked over in the direction that the scream had come from.
"It had better not be Paris!" he cried fiercely, and set off running. Trunks followed, a strange feeling of dread overcoming him. Nappa and his gang of thieves were about as ruthless as you could get. Even more so than himself. They had no hang ups about anything, even though Trunks was a criminal and a murderer, there were certain things even he could not bring himself to do. But Nappa thought nothing of it. He hurried to catch up with Goten, ignoring the part of his mind that screamed 'it's not your concern, just think about yourself and how to save your own life'
The woman was crying softly now, still trying to pull her arm away from Nappa.
"I….please…I speak the truth….let me alone!" she sobbed. Nappa grinned, relishing in seeing the woman in so much pain. Her face was contorted into a grimace, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Nappa chuckled, and held out his hand. One of his cronies, knowing exactly what he meant by that gesture, tossed him a particularly sharp looking knife. The woman's eyes widened as her attacker trailed the very tip of the knife down her face with a cruel smile
"Now you will pay the price for your deceit" he murmured.
"Nappa!"
The thief spun around, still holding the woman's broken wrist tightly, and strained his eyes, trying to see into the darkness. He could hear slow, calculating footsteps as a figure walked into the pale moonlight.
"Still doing the same as usual, I see" the lavender haired man said coldly. Nappa sneered.
"Oh, it's only you two. I thought it was someone important"
Goten, who had joined Trunks, clenched his fist.
"Shut up! What are you doing out here at this time? You know that this is not your territory!" he cried. The larger man straightened up, causing his victim to let out a sob. Trunks' eyes slowly focused on the girl. She seemed so familiar, even in that disguise she was wearing. Who was she? He looked back to Nappa as the giant spoke.
"Well, I hear you and pretty boy over there haven't been doing your job properly. Been too busy at the whorehouse, have you?"
"You haven't changed a bit, Nappa" Trunks muttered.
"Ha! Like you is any better, Trunks kiddo" he drawled in his thick southern accent.
The woman's head jerked up as Trunks' name was mentioned. She pushed back her hood with her free hand and looked over at the man who seemed to have come to her aid, and gasped audibly.
"L…Lord Valmont!" she blurted out, and Trunks started, looking at her in horror.
"Miss…..Miss Marron?" he stammered in disbelief. His knife slipped out of his hand, to the floor, and landed with a clang.
Nappa's malicious grin widened as he slowly looked down at the woman on the floor next to him.
"So….you two know each other, do you?" he said slowly, pulling Marron to her feet. She whimpered softly.
"Well, this makes things all the more interesting, doesn't it?" he murmured. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of Marron's golden hair. Trunks gritted his teeth and started for the thug.
"Get your hands off her" he growled.
Nappa leered at the girl and pulled her face close to his.
"How do you know she isn't having any fun?" he asked.
"I don't know. It might be something to do with the way she is whimpering, and maybe the look of terror on her face" Goten replied, in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
He looked up sharply, releasing his grip on Marron for a fraction of a second. She took the opportunity, and twisted out of his grip, making a run for it.
"Jeice!" Nappa yelled, and jerked his thumb in the direction of the young woman. A comrade of his, sporting long white hair, leapt at Marron, tackling her to the ground.
Goten ran forward to help, but was stopped by a swift kick to the stomach by a strange, blue skinned man. He looked up in disbelief; he had never seen this guy before. Looking over to see how Trunks was doing, he wasn't surprised to find that Trunks had already floored a short, green skinned guy, and was currently engaging in a fistfight with Nappa. The two of them fought at a blistering pace, and Goten could only just follow it.
Punch, punch, kick, punch, block, punch…light playing on what looked like a dagger…
"Trunks!" he yelled. His friend brought his arm up to block another punch from Nappa, and lost his concentration, turning to his comrade for a split second.
A split second was all Nappa needed. Goten's hand flew up to his mouth as he watched his friend's face contort in pain, and his hands fall limply to his sides.
"Looks like I win this round, kid" Nappa smirked, pulling the knife from the younger man's body, and stepping back as he staggered forwards, clutching his stomach. He could hear the boy's breathing become more laboured, shallower, as he fell to his knees, staring in horror as he saw his life spilling through his fingers and onto the ground.
'Pain….pain…so much pain. Is this how the Earl felt?'
His vision swam. Masaki, Serimori, God only knew whom else. Was this how they had felt? Was this what it felt like to die, and watch the man responsible smiling as you fought for breath and tasted blood in your mouth? As you choked on it and it slipped down your chin and splashed onto the ground?
The pain was unbearable, unworldly, almost. He looked up at his angel of death, and his voice was barely audible as he managed to choke out those two words he had hoped that he would never have to say.
"Finish me."
A/N: Hehehehe….poor Trunks! How I love to torture him! Something about injured guys is so cute! Maybe I'll get Nappa to stab Goten next! (runs from Goten fangirls out for blood) Okay, okay, I'll not let him get stabbed! Sorry if this chappie isn't as good as the others, but I wrote it during my writer's block, which, thankfully, is no more! (cheers and throws glitter)
Thanks again for all the reviews, and please keep it up! I love getting reviews, they inspire me so much! Oh, and I know I said that there'd be some T/M and B/G action, well, there will be, in the next couple of chapters, promise! I just have so many ideas in my head, and it's hard to fit them into one chapter! Well, don't forget to review, and I'll see you soon for chapter 9! Oh yeah, and don't forget to check out my new fic, 'Coffee, College and Crushes', my latest T/M creation! And review! What else? Um, oh yeah, on my homepage I've put up two pics from chapter 5, one of Goten and Bra and one of Trunks and Marron. They're in the pics from fics section of Blue's Fan Art. The site address is in my profile if you want to take a look.And that's about it for now! Ja ne!
Aerith