Be afraid, be very afraid. If you thought the first chapter was strange, this one will surpass it. I hope you like it, cause I had a beautiful time writing it – it felt incredible to sit down and be able to write again! But keep in mind, please, that I just got over a terrible bout of writer's block so this might not be up to par… However, I think it's better than last chapter, so that must be saying something. ^___^
Which reminds me – don't expect the exact same format as last chapter. This is more of a story, not simply a couple paragraphs between sections of the song. Some verses of the song are over a page apart, while others are only a couple lines. It's got a lot more plot to it, and a lot more development. I hope that it far outstrips my last attempt… ^~
Oh! And I use a few Japanese terms in here: "Ototou" is little brother, "Nee-chan" is big sister, the suffix "-san" is like saying "miss" or "mr" and "-chan" is an affectionate add-on. (most of you probably knew all that, but I need to add it for those who don't ^^)
Disclaimer:: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, or the song "Lonely Girl" by Pink. I do, however, own Satan Yasha. (He is the nine-year-old brother of Videl whose name means "demon", btw)
Videl sobbed into her pillow, great wracking sobs that shook her entire body as she struggled to remain silent. It had finally happened. Her world had finally ended, or at least that's what it felt like. She had hit rock bottom on her pain tolerance, and she knew that one more straw would tip her over the edge.
Mother was gone. After her father made such a big deal about the divorce, her mother couldn't stay in Satan City anymore. She'd had to move far away, where the press couldn't find her and the public wouldn't ridicule her.
And she'd taken him with her.
///flashback///
"Videl, hunny, your mother and I are getting a divorce."
"… but … I need you dad! You can't leave us!"
"…Actually Videl, your father and I have decided that I'll be the one to move out."
"But mom! You can't!"
"She can and she will."
"It's okay nee-chan! You and I will still be together, right!"
"Always, ototou-chan. Always."
"Um, actually, about that…"
"Your father can't keep custody of both of you. I'm taking Yasha because he's young - he still needs his mother. You're staying here, Videl - with your father."
///end flashback///
She didn't understand! She needed her mother just as much as anyone else! And Yasha… She and Yasha were incredibly close, they were bonded together so strongly that the very thought of being forced apart hurt inside. Her life had revolved around Yasha since he was a baby; they never fought like most siblings – outside of sparring, of course. She just couldn't understand why her parents were splitting them apart!
She knew it was just as hard on Yasha. He was a nine-year-old boy for kami's sake! He was at the age where he needed a father to play catch with him, a father to tell him the secrets of being a boy, a father to keep a firm handle on his mischievousness…
But she knew why they were doing it. She had heard them talking at night, when they thought everyone else was asleep. She knew it was because neither was willing to give up full custody, and that it was a compromise. Her father wanted to keep her – she was great for his public image. Her crime fighting swelled his own reputation – there were people who didn't even know the "Great Hercule Satan" even had a second child…
Her father couldn't afford to let her go with her mother, and that hurt more than anything else ever could.
She could remember when this had all started, when her life began to crumble around her. She could remember the very first tears from the very first fight. How she had forced herself to be strong for her brother, forced the pain to retreat to the recesses of her being.
She didn't want Yasha to see what she saw, every time she looked into a photo album. The knowledge of how they could have turned out as a family… She never really noticed that, though he never saw the outward tears, with a bond as strong as theirs he could always see the inner scars.
I can remember
The very first time I cried
How I wiped my eyes
And buried the pain inside
All of my memories
Good and bad that's passed
Didn't even take the time to realize…
Everything was a mess. Everybody knew about the divorce, and all the women seemed to be excited – Hercule was free to take whatever whores he wanted to his bed, and he didn't even have to sneak them in anymore. It was like a disease over the female population – who was the slut of the moment? The one to seize 15 seconds of scandalous fame on the front page of the newspaper…
She just wanted everything to end. She wanted the world – and her life – to stop spinning around and around… She was getting dizzy. She just wanted everything to stop so she could get off. Off of her life, maybe off of this world.
Yes, she had contemplated suicide. She had even picked up a razor once and experimentally cut her arm. Nothing too deep… just a little cut. She had been satisfied by the pain. It reminded her how it was all her fault. She had cut again, smiling slightly as she did.
And then Yasha had called. He did that a lot, and so did she. They talked once every morning and once every night, sometimes chatting in between, too. Neither was holding up very well, both suffering even more now that they didn't even have each other. Videl had Gohan now, but he was different. He was a friend, and he would never be a baby brother.
Yasha had no one. He and their mother had moved up into the cold north, into a small village. Very few people lived there, and there were only two other children in a twenty-mile radius. One of them was a teenager, too old to have anything to do with a rich southerner. The other was an infant – not much of a friend. He was absolutely miserable. He told Videl as much, and she urged him to call whenever he liked. She had even taken to leaving her cell phone on during class, but because he memorized her time schedule, he only called during breaks.
She was his lifeline, and he was hers. They were a thin, stretching lifeline…
She was cutting all the time now. Her arms were littered by a masochistic network of pain. It was a mural of her pain, and she was both proud of the feelings it displayed so clearly, and deeply ashamed of what she had resorted to.
She never wore her sporty little outfit anymore. She always wore black. In her mind it was to show that she was in mourning – mourning for her family that had died, mourning for her soul that was being ripped apart. She wore black sweatpants and black long-sleeved shirts. She had cut her hair, a traditional symbolic gesture of having your heart broken.
And here she lay, curled up on her bed, arms hugging her knees to her chest as she bled into the dark fabric of the sweats. She stared dazedly at the cracks in the walls, the smears of blood from where she had beaten her fists in anger. She was dizzy from loss of blood – she'd gotten a bit carried away this time… It was addictive, it really was. It put her in her place, proved it was her fault, that she was weak…
She hung her head and let the sobs take over, as her heart
broke all over again.
Staring at the cracks in the walls
'Cause I'm waiting for it all to come to an end
Still I curl up right under the bed
'Cause it's takin' over my head
All over again
It had been a month. One entire month of agony. Gohan had tried to help. Somehow he knew that something was wrong, seriously wrong. It went beyond just the divorce now. There was something wrong with her. She didn't know what it was, or why she felt this way, but she felt as if there was a great black shadow eating away at her heart and soul. She couldn't even tell who she was anymore. She didn't know where she ended and it began. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she needed to find it, and soon.
Otherwise she would die.
She was tired of being her father's borrowed dream. He forced her to live a life in the public. She was a superstar in the eyes of the public, an angel incapable of doing anything wrong. She saved lives! She was a hero in their eyes – but not in her own. She wanted to be a star – a real star. One that sat serenely in the sky at night. One that was a light in the dark, safe in oblivion.
Do you even know who you are?
I'm guess I'm trying to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
I want to be a star
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
She couldn't even sleep at night anymore the pain was so bad. She couldn't close her eyes without the shadow of her heart threatening to swallow her. She called Yasha at all hours of the night – he was never asleep either. She would watch the sun rise, wishing it could chase away the shadow over her heart like it chased away the shadows in her room…
As she listened to the birds sing, she would wish that she could fly like that… Soar with a light heart… Fly to her baby brother, scoop him up into her arms, hug him for all eternity. She wished she knew who Saiyaman was… She'd give anything to be able to fly like he could…
Lying awake
Watching the sunlight
How the birds will sing
As I count the rings around my eyes
Gohan watched in sorrow as Videl walked into the classroom, dark rings around her eyes that no amount of cover-up could even hope to hide. Her pain was more obvious to him than to anyone else. Everyone saw the glowering Videl that had always been there - it wasn't as if she'd ever smiled in the first place…
But her fighting spirit was gone. He could see that it was smothered under a blanket of shadows, much as his own had once been… But he had shed that blanket of self-doubt and blame, and now he wanted nothing more than to be able to help her shed her own.
It became a matter of personal satisfaction – he would help save Videl as his little brother had helped save him.
Ripping off a corner of his notes, he scrawled a quick note to the stoic girl, one he hoped might bring a smile.
"Hey Videl-san! I have something I want to show you. Meet me on the roof after class, let me teach you to soar. – Saiyaman"
School wouldn't actually be over for nearly five hours, but something told him that it was imperative to teach her now. He didn't understand the feeling, but he knew it was there. If he didn't help her now, something terrible would happen.
She almost threw the note away without reading it. What did she care? She was going to kill herself today. It wasn't something she was planning exactly, more of an insight, really. She would cut today, just like she always did – but somehow she knew it would be different this time. She knew that she had already begun cutting deeper, needing to experience the stinging pain through increasingly numb arms… The knowledge that today she would cut too deep wasn't enough to stop her. It was addictive, this release…
And it wasn't as if she wasn't already dead to the world anyway…
Constantly pushing
The world I know aside
I don't even feel the pain
I don't even want to try
She stared at the note in shock, not daring to believe her eyes. But there it was on paper. "Let me teach you to soar. – Saiyaman." She turned a wide-eyed gaze to Gohan, who gave her a small smile and an ironic salute, the same as Saiyaman so often gave her. A smile of pleasure – true pleasure! – spread across her face like a beam of sunlight. She was going to fly!
She didn't really care that it was Gohan who was Saiyaman, or even bother to note that he trusted her enough to tell her the truth – all she cared about was that when she learned to fly, she could zip to the arms of Yasha, to be there when he needed her.
She had finally found a way that she could be the same person she had been when she first joined the police force – a way to be the person she'd always dreamt she would be when she reached 18. She would be free, happy.
I'm looking for a way to become
The person that I dreamt up
When I was 16
She sprinted up the steps to the roof, excited beyond belief. She would be able to see Yasha soon! She burst through the door, panting slightly, truly smiling after so long. He turned around and gave her his own grin, the one that said he wouldn't care if she was the devil himself – he'd love her just the same.
He had taken her into his arms, scooped her up as if she weighed nothing! He'd flown her to a secluded area in the woods, and she laughed the entire way.
Gohan had never felt so proud of himself as he did when he heard that delighted giggle – not even when he had killed Cell. That happy laugh spoke volumes for him, and made him chuckle in shared happiness. She would be all right now; he would make sure she stayed safe from the shadow.
They set down in a grassy field and he'd sunk down to the ground in a meditative pose. She had quickly followed his lead, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. And in that instant he knew, no matter how many blows to the head he would receive from his mother for skipping class – it was worth it to see those cerulean eyes sparkle, and that crystal voice laugh.
She sank down to the grassy field and sat cross-legged, facing him. "Alright sensei, teach me!" She saw him smile slightly at that as he told her about ki, showing her his own, guiding her to the center of her being. She didn't know how long they sat there, knees touching, his hands cupped around hers – it seemed both an instant and an eternity in that quiet place inside her soul.
And suddenly warmth flared in her hands. He gently urged her eyes open and she stared in open mouth wonder at the blue bubble floating in her hands. She looked wonderingly into his smiling eyes and saw pride – pride and joy in her accomplishment.
"You did it Videl."
She bit her lip, holding back tears of joy. She had done it – he'd warned her it could take a long time, but it hadn't – not with him holding her hand the entire way.
They stayed out in the field for hours, Gohan teaching Videl exercises to help bring forth her ki. In those few hours, he saw a side of Videl he could only glimpse on rare, unguarded moments. He saw the innocent happiness that most people their age had, the carefree laughter, the simple joy of seeing pride in a teacher's eyes.
Somehow he sensed that he had rekindled a flame of life in a dying girl. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known…
He thought he loved her.
They had decided to stay out there, spending the night in the secluded field, training as the stars rose. She had told him her dreams of living as a star, and he returned her trust with the tale of his own journeys into those stars. She had listened in a child-like wonder, never doubting for an instant the truth of those stories. She knew he would never lie to her.
It wasn't very late before he left to hunt dinner, and she made her call to Yasha. She had told him that she would have a surprise for him soon, and that she would be sending him a gift shortly. He had sounded a bit strained though, even as she told him about her training with her new friend. There was a new tension in his young voice, and she began to worry a bit. Was something wrong with Yasha? But he soon said that mother was calling him, and he had to go. She bid him good night, and told him to watch for the gift she was flying up to him within a few days.
He promised to wait.
She was doing aerial acrobatics within days. Her pressing need to be able to fly more than made up for her slightly lacking the strength and endurance that her teacher possessed. She loved the feeling of the wind whipping through her short locks, the air tugging at her clothing… This feeling of freedom was a restorative – she hadn't cut since Gohan had told her to meet him on the roof.
She was healing, and the shadow over her heart was retreating – but would it be enough?
Oh, nothing is ever enough
OOh, baby it ain't enough
For what it may seem
For the first time since going to the field, Videl and Gohan returned to school. Neither had returned home, and both were dreading what was to come when they did…
It was in the middle of fourth period, Language Arts, that the call came. It was Yasha. The teacher had been furious at the cell phone ringing during class, but Videl had answered it anyways.
///flashback///
"V…Videl? Nee-chan?"
"What's wrong Yasha?!"
"I'm s. so sor.ry Vid.Vidy…
"Yasha???"
"It. hurts.. So much…"
"You hold on baby! I'm going to be there right now! You just hold on Yasha! You just hang on for me, okay!"
"I. promised… I'd wait. 'm sorry."
///flashback///
She'd left the classroom without a backward glance, worry permeating her entire being. Something was wrong with Yasha, her baby, her ototou… She had to get there fast; she had the feeling that if she didn't pour her all into getting there, everything would be lost.
Gohan hadn't had the time to teach her how to sense ki, but she didn't even stop to think about how she would find him – she just flew. Somehow she instinctively knew that she would find her way to her brother, and she relied on that. If she thought about it, she might not make it.
He was lying in the snow when she found him, a gun-shot in his stomach and a bloody cell-phone clutched in his hand. She screamed as she saw him, throwing herself into the snow beside him, never even registering the cold.
"YASHA!!!"
He looked up at her sleepily, blinking a few times. "H. hi Vidy. How d. did you. ge. get he.re?"
"Don't talk baby, don't talk. We've got to get help, I'll help you, don't worry baby! I'm going to help you, nee-chan is going to help you…" She was crying, tears streaking down her cheeks, only to freeze before they had the chance to drip down her chin. This couldn't be happening! Not to her! Not to her Yasha…
"I… I'm so.sorry nee-chan. It wa.s so su.dden I. coul.dn't. st.stop h.him. I prom.missed I'd w.wait. for. Your pre.sent." A bit of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. One of his lungs must be ruptured, she thought vaguely, dimly realizing there was nothing she could do for him now.
She cradled his head to her, careful not to aggravate the bleeding. "No. no baby – you waited plenty long. I'm here ototou, I'm here – I was going to surprise you little brother…"
"I s-s-saw you fl.flying ne.e-chan. I. I alw.ays wan.ted to fl.ly…"
"I'LL TEACH YOU BABY!!! JUST HOLD ON!!!" She was sobbing, she knew he was dying, that there was nothing she could do about it… But she couldn't accept it – because she knew that she would die with him.
"Ta.take me? N.now? I wa.want t.to fly jus. just once."
She lifted him gently in her arms, knowing that it would just kill him faster. But she had to – she knew he was going to die, and he wanted to fly… She flew as high as she dared, settling the broken body of her younger brother on her lap as they surveyed the untamed wilderness that surrounded the town her mother and brother were banished to.
"Y.you and m.me, si.sissy, ri.right?"
"Always, ototou-chan. Always." She whispered it to him, trying to comfort him, not upset him right before he… But she knew it was a lie as she choked on her tears. She had said the exact same thing on the day they were first separated. She knew that she would never see him again. "Always."
He gave her a small smile, reaching a bloody hand to wipe at the frozen tears that shone on her face. "D.n't c.ry nee-ch.an," he whispered, "I'll o.nly be a.ble t.to be ha.happy in hea.eaven if I know y.ou're happy too…" His voice was a tiny, broken whisper, and she was barely able to hear it.
"I love you baby, Always…"
Suddenly a cry of absolute anguish ripped from her soul as she felt him go completely limp in her arms. She shook him slightly, screaming at him to wake up, that she loved him, that she needed him…
But she was alone in the icy heavens.
Do you even know who you are?
I'm still trying to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Everybody wants to be.
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
No
She was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No life, no death, no pain. She was the void of all emotions as she landed on the frozen ground, still cradling the body of her baby brother. He was gone. Dead. She couldn't even remember her own name, she didn't know who she was, nor did she particularly care at this point. Yasha was gone…
An emotion filled her as she gazed at her brother. Anger. Rage. An absolute, unquenchable thirst for the death of those who had done this. In the back of her mind she named herself the top candidate – but for now she would be the instrument for the deaths of the others. She could take care of herself later.
She followed the trail of footsteps in the snow, detachedly wondering how someone could be so stupid as to leave tracks to the scene of a murder… She raced down the trail faster than most humans could see, the rage driving her forward. Had she been a Saiya-jin she would probably have turned SSJ 2 on the spot. But she wasn't. She was human, and had to find another way to deal with the pain.
She soon caught up with the one who had made the trail. He appeared slightly drunk, and she coldly noted the fact that he was about her age. She came at him from behind, tackling him to the snowy ground. He spluttered, loosing his grip on the gun he had been holding. She picked up the gun, turning him over. She saw the fear in his eyes, relished it. With a cold smirk she walked towards him as he scrambled backwards, trying vainly to escape, when there was no way he could possibly win.
"You murdered my brother."
"…Didn't! I didn't!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!!! HE DIED IN MY ARMS YOU BASTARD!!!"
"It, wasn't my fault! Yeah, it wasn't my fault lady!"
"Oh, so he was the one to pull the trigger?"
"Uh…"
"I should kill
you right here, right now. Put a bullet
through your stomach like you did to him."
"You don't understand!"
"That's right. I don't. I don't understand how someone could be stupid enough to shoot the child of Hercule Satan and not be caught."
And she'd shot him, just as she had promised, right where he had shot Yasha. He stared at her in horror, gasping in breaths of frigid air, looking like a fish out of water. She gave a small, sad smile as she spoke. "My task is carried out. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"
She had called the police, told them that there was a murderer bleeding to death outside of the village, then left him there. She didn't care. She flew back to Yasha, cradling his rapidly cooling body to her chest as she sobbed. She sat there for what seemed an eternity, before she finally laid him back against the cold ground. With a whispered prayer to Kami, she lit his body in a blaze of ki.
She sat on her knees, watching the flames of her life consume her brother. As the warmth of the flames melted the snow around her, the frozen tears on her cheeks melted, finally finding their true path down her face, mingling with her brother's blood.
And as she sat there, she was joined with her brother in pain and ecstasy – as her life force consumed his frozen body, and his life blood streaked down her frozen cheeks in shared tears of pain.
Gohan had been seriously worried ever since he had heard Videl talking on the phone. Something was wrong, and he needed to help her – but he had the small problem of not being able to bypass the teacher. The teacher was sick and tired of his stupid bathroom excuse, he'd already missed nearly a week of school – without permission, mind you – and he'd just lost a different student arbitrarily. The teacher was in a terrible mood, and Gohan couldn't escape.
He stared intently out of the window as he felt her ki rise. Worriedly, he sensed the profound grief and the overwhelming anger. Something was more than wrong. Something was about to snap.
For the third time that week he decided that he didn't care what his mother or teachers thought. Videl needed him, and he wasn't going to sit around any longer. Finally he stood up, glaring straight into the teacher's eyes. Without a word, he walked out of the classroom, ignoring the angered protests that wafted through the open doorway to follow him down the hallway.
And without a backwards glance, he took to the skies, headed straight for Videl's ki. He had made an oath – he would save her from the shadow, no matter what the cost.
As the fire burned on, Her soul had thawed. No longer did she feel nothing – now she felt the pain in force. Shakily she picked up the gun – she had sworn that she would kill those who had killed her brother, and she had acknowledged that one of those people had been her. If she had only fought harder to keep him by her side…
She stuck the gun into her mouth, taking a deep breath. It was time to rid the world of her shadow.
He burst onto the scene in a panic. He saw her stick the gun into her mouth, preparing to swallow a bullet. She couldn't! He had to stop her! Moving faster than the speed of light, he was by her side, the gun rendered useless on the ground.
She had screamed at him, screamed like there was no tomorrow. She screamed that it was her fault, that she needed to die. The world didn't need someone as evil as her.
He screamed right back. He yelled that she was being stupid, that it wasn't her fault – that she didn't pull the trigger. He shook her roughly, choking on tears as he screamed at her that she was being stupid and weak. He knew exactly how she felt, but how could he make her see that? How could he make her understand?
And he knew.
She was in a state of shock. What was going on? Was she dead? Of course she wasn't! Why would she be dead? Oh yeah…
She snapped out of her daze and looked around. She wasn't in the frozen place anymore. She was sitting in the warm field where she and … someone else had been training. But why would she be training in a field? Oh yeah…
Everything was coming back to her, and tears dripped steadily down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking. She knew. It all made sense now… She could remember Gohan coming to the frozen place, saving her from death, shaking her until she couldn't tell up from down – then gently picking her up and flying her here.
She didn't know how long she'd been here, but probably quite a while. Gohan wasn't anywhere to be seen, but she knew he'd be somewhere close by… She couldn't get over the pain, the agony of her brother's death. The knowledge that she could have prevented it… She wished, briefly, that she had succeeded in her attempted suicide, succeeded in seeing her brother once again – even if it was only a passing glance before dropping to hell for her sins.
Gohan returned to camp when he felt Videl's ki come to. He had already gathered all of the Dragonballs, knowing how much that would help to heal her. But before he could do that, he needed to help her get over that nasty little guilt trip she had going…
He knew that, in the end, only she herself could grant freedom from the guilt, but he knew that he could help her find the right path. It would be what Yasha wanted.
It had been what his father wanted.
He sat down beside her, and they stared at each other for a moment. She had been sure that she would feel dreadfully awkward and embarrassed after being found with a gun in her mouth, but she wasn't. He didn't make her feel inferior, and he didn't pity her… Instead he radiated a simple understanding.
What confused her, though, was that despite his understanding attitude, he still asked for an explanation. Nothing explicit or anything – just the simple air of a person who wants to help, but needs to here the whole story.
Sorry girl
Tell a tale for me
'Cause I'm wondering
How you really feel
And just like she had all those weeks ago, before the divorce, she found herself telling him everything while he rocked her gently in his arms. She told him how lonely she was, how much she hurt inside, how she feared to love… How she dreamed to love.
I'm a lonely girl
I'll tell a tale for you
'Cause I'm just trying to make
All my dreams come true
Hours passed as he rocked her, and days passed as he told her his own story, and that she could heal. And he made it truth. Weeks passed alone in that little field, as he taught her that true healing came from within. He told her how, when she was whole inside, he could bring her brother back. She had nodded, accepting that it was now purely up to her. She loved her brother so much… She would save him from death, and he would save her from the darkness of her soul.
In those weeks she explored who she was. What she was. What her dreams held, and what her destiny would be. She lost track of time, she didn't even know if there was time in the little field, alone with Gohan.
Do you even know who you are?
Oh yeah, yeah
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Oh, I wanted to be a star
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I can't tell, I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
I guess not, oh, I guess not
She would heal. She knew she would heal – for Yasha's sake, for her own sake, and for Gohan's sake. She would free herself from the shadow and she would soar free among the clouds. She had already freed herself from the guilt of cutting, the blame of her parents' divorce, and the death of her brother.
Well, she would never exactly be free of it, but she had accepted it for what it was – and accident, and nothing she could have stopped. She knew that Yasha certainly didn't blame her, and Gohan never would.
And out there in that wind-swept field, she found herself for the very first time. She was Satan Videl, older sister to Satan Yasha. Protector of Satan City by choice - not simply forced to save people as her father's borrowed dream. She had her own dreams, dreams of a love to share with Son Gohan. She would be all that she could be and she would be a light in the darkness of the night. She would be safe from oblivion.
-Fades-
Do you even know who you are?
A rising dream, or falling star?
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I must say, after I wrote this, I read it over and realized it had very little to do with the song. Then I read it over again and saw I was wrong – it has everything to do with the song, if in a slightly skewered way. You see, everything ties to the song - if not all the events then certainly the emotions…
In this chapter I endeavored to make more of a plot to my story, instead of simply writing a paragraph between each section of the song. I think this makes a much better story, and I am personally pleased with how this turned out.
I want you guys to share your honest opinion with me – do you think it was a bit corny? I mean, especially the end… I'm kinda scared that it is, and I want to know so I can fix it if it is. And what do you think of me killing off Yasha? Ever since I wrote him into the story, I kinda felt the need for him to die – one way or another; I needed Videl to feel a certain type of pain. I debated suicide for awhile, then pushed it off as being just a bit too hard on Videl – and I don't know if the dragon would be able to rescue someone from suicide…
I've never actually killed off one of my characters in a story, to tell you the truth. It's something all authors both love and hate – the killing of characters, especially the original ones. I want to know what you thought both of Yasha as a character, and his death scene – I also want to know if you think I should bring him back. Next chapter probably wont be a songfic, but it might, so I don't have to worry about following a song as much.
Tell me what you think, please – I love to hear from you!