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A/N: OMG. It's been like 9 months since my last post. I cannot believe this. It's been so long that marching band has started up again. 0.o I deeply apologize to anyone who has been loyal enough to keep checking back with this story. I honestly don't know how I could've forgotten about this story for so long, but, obviously, I did. Again, sorry, sorry, sorry!
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Terra exited her bathroom in nothing but a crop top and bikini-style underpants. A toothbrush hung from her mouth while she halfheartedly dried her hair with a towel. She was humming a tune; the lyrics long forgotten, and watching a shoot-em-up movie on TV.
Spitting in the sink and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Terra flung herself on her bed and stretched luxuriously. Her toes curled at the sweet tension in her legs and she yawned widely, tongue curling. She rolled onto her side, tucking herself into a tight ball out of habit as sleep overcame her senses.
Mirai Trunks paced his room. He couldn't get his thoughts off the strange, red haired girl who had taken up residence in his parent's home. He had come up to his room to clear his mind, to think, but that seemed nearly as impossible up here as it was down in the crowded kitchen.
Resolutely making up his mind, M. Trunks marched down the hall, intent upon getting answers from the red head. He rapped lightly on her door. When no one answer came, he carefully tried the handle. It swung open easily and he walked in.
And froze.
Terra was lying on her bed, apparently asleep, and half naked. M. Trunks' face glowed red in the dim light of the room. Hurriedly, he turned to leave, but paused when his sensitive Saiyin hearing picked up a whimper- like murmur from across the room.
"Um, Terra.?" he whispered, edging closer to her bed until he was leaning over her. "Are you-?"
The lavender-haired wonder was cut off with a surprised yelp as the fiery teenager before him lashed out. Terra, apparently not sleeping, grabbed a hold of the front of M. Trunks' shirt, her nails tearing it, and as easily as if he were a pillow, flipped him over onto the bed. The boy could have sworn that her eyes flared with golden fire as she pinned him, a blade pressed to his throat. Terra was baring her teeth in an animalistic way, a rumble coming from deep within her chest, sounding very much like a growl to the Saiyin's ears.
He didn't hesitate to speak, knowing that any human blade couldn't harm him. "Terra! Kami, what the hell-" he stopped, his sentence left unfinished once again as he felt a trickle of something warm run down his throat. He didn't need to see it to know that the blade had sliced a shallow cut on his neck. He swallowed nervously. Terra was still glowering over him, her eyes strange, and her ki changed as well.
"Terra." M. Trunks whispered, so as to not draw any more blood. "Please let me up." He wanted to try everything before physically making her move; he didn't want to hurt her.
The girl glared into his pale blue eyes for a moment longer before sniffing indignantly and pushing herself back to her feet. She flicked her wrist once and the blade vanished from sight.
M. Trunks also pushed himself up, one hand going hesitantly to his throat, as if to assure himself that the blood and wound were both real and not figments of his imagination.
"It's not what you think," he said quickly, meeting her harsh gaze.
"It better damn well not be," she growled, and Trunks once again felt her ki change. "What were you doing in my room?"
At the worst possible moment, M. Trunks noticed Terra's embarrassing lack of clothing. His face flushing crimson did nothing to convince the red head of his innocence.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said awkwardly.
"Talk?" Terra asked skeptically. Trunks nodded.
"About. well, about your past." He admitted.
It was the wrong thing to say. Terra visibly bristled, and her eyes flashed golden once more.
"Get out," she snarled, voice low, and not her own.
"But-" Trunks tried to argue but Terra cut him off furiously, flinging an arm toward the door.
"Get out!" She raged, flecks of crimson creeping into her golden orbs.
Mirai Trunks left, much more on his already troubled mind to think about. He sighed as he walked down the stairs, back to his friends and family; a faint blush still tinted his cheeks.
Back upstairs, Terra glared furiously after the departed Saiyan. He had stirred up thoughts that she was trying with all her might to forget about; too much had happened to her and she was sick of all the heartache. She wanted it to stop. She wanted to live normally; no longer in fear, no longer in hate, or wallowing in the deepest depths of despair.
Terra wanted to forget. But the scars on her arms were lasting remainders of all she'd been through; of all she'd done. She knew. she could never forget.
Outside her window, the waxing moon leered through the summer night at her. It would be full within a few short days.
Her time was running out. _______________________________
A/N: OMG it has been so long since I wrote this! I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, soooooooooo sorry that it has taken me this long to get this chapter up! Arigato! I totally forgot about it. (I have a good reason, I swear!) I've been working more on my things that I have been trying to publish; since I stopped updating, some nine months ago, I've gotten four more things published, and just finished one anthology that is going to be published internationally. I've been extremely busy, but I know it's no excuse. Thank you to everyone that updated and has been loyally checking back to see if I ever decided to come back from the dead. ^_^;; Arigato!
A/N: OMG. It's been like 9 months since my last post. I cannot believe this. It's been so long that marching band has started up again. 0.o I deeply apologize to anyone who has been loyal enough to keep checking back with this story. I honestly don't know how I could've forgotten about this story for so long, but, obviously, I did. Again, sorry, sorry, sorry!
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Terra exited her bathroom in nothing but a crop top and bikini-style underpants. A toothbrush hung from her mouth while she halfheartedly dried her hair with a towel. She was humming a tune; the lyrics long forgotten, and watching a shoot-em-up movie on TV.
Spitting in the sink and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Terra flung herself on her bed and stretched luxuriously. Her toes curled at the sweet tension in her legs and she yawned widely, tongue curling. She rolled onto her side, tucking herself into a tight ball out of habit as sleep overcame her senses.
Mirai Trunks paced his room. He couldn't get his thoughts off the strange, red haired girl who had taken up residence in his parent's home. He had come up to his room to clear his mind, to think, but that seemed nearly as impossible up here as it was down in the crowded kitchen.
Resolutely making up his mind, M. Trunks marched down the hall, intent upon getting answers from the red head. He rapped lightly on her door. When no one answer came, he carefully tried the handle. It swung open easily and he walked in.
And froze.
Terra was lying on her bed, apparently asleep, and half naked. M. Trunks' face glowed red in the dim light of the room. Hurriedly, he turned to leave, but paused when his sensitive Saiyin hearing picked up a whimper- like murmur from across the room.
"Um, Terra.?" he whispered, edging closer to her bed until he was leaning over her. "Are you-?"
The lavender-haired wonder was cut off with a surprised yelp as the fiery teenager before him lashed out. Terra, apparently not sleeping, grabbed a hold of the front of M. Trunks' shirt, her nails tearing it, and as easily as if he were a pillow, flipped him over onto the bed. The boy could have sworn that her eyes flared with golden fire as she pinned him, a blade pressed to his throat. Terra was baring her teeth in an animalistic way, a rumble coming from deep within her chest, sounding very much like a growl to the Saiyin's ears.
He didn't hesitate to speak, knowing that any human blade couldn't harm him. "Terra! Kami, what the hell-" he stopped, his sentence left unfinished once again as he felt a trickle of something warm run down his throat. He didn't need to see it to know that the blade had sliced a shallow cut on his neck. He swallowed nervously. Terra was still glowering over him, her eyes strange, and her ki changed as well.
"Terra." M. Trunks whispered, so as to not draw any more blood. "Please let me up." He wanted to try everything before physically making her move; he didn't want to hurt her.
The girl glared into his pale blue eyes for a moment longer before sniffing indignantly and pushing herself back to her feet. She flicked her wrist once and the blade vanished from sight.
M. Trunks also pushed himself up, one hand going hesitantly to his throat, as if to assure himself that the blood and wound were both real and not figments of his imagination.
"It's not what you think," he said quickly, meeting her harsh gaze.
"It better damn well not be," she growled, and Trunks once again felt her ki change. "What were you doing in my room?"
At the worst possible moment, M. Trunks noticed Terra's embarrassing lack of clothing. His face flushing crimson did nothing to convince the red head of his innocence.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said awkwardly.
"Talk?" Terra asked skeptically. Trunks nodded.
"About. well, about your past." He admitted.
It was the wrong thing to say. Terra visibly bristled, and her eyes flashed golden once more.
"Get out," she snarled, voice low, and not her own.
"But-" Trunks tried to argue but Terra cut him off furiously, flinging an arm toward the door.
"Get out!" She raged, flecks of crimson creeping into her golden orbs.
Mirai Trunks left, much more on his already troubled mind to think about. He sighed as he walked down the stairs, back to his friends and family; a faint blush still tinted his cheeks.
Back upstairs, Terra glared furiously after the departed Saiyan. He had stirred up thoughts that she was trying with all her might to forget about; too much had happened to her and she was sick of all the heartache. She wanted it to stop. She wanted to live normally; no longer in fear, no longer in hate, or wallowing in the deepest depths of despair.
Terra wanted to forget. But the scars on her arms were lasting remainders of all she'd been through; of all she'd done. She knew. she could never forget.
Outside her window, the waxing moon leered through the summer night at her. It would be full within a few short days.
Her time was running out. _______________________________
A/N: OMG it has been so long since I wrote this! I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, soooooooooo sorry that it has taken me this long to get this chapter up! Arigato! I totally forgot about it. (I have a good reason, I swear!) I've been working more on my things that I have been trying to publish; since I stopped updating, some nine months ago, I've gotten four more things published, and just finished one anthology that is going to be published internationally. I've been extremely busy, but I know it's no excuse. Thank you to everyone that updated and has been loyally checking back to see if I ever decided to come back from the dead. ^_^;; Arigato!