Author's Note: Allo again! ^^ Hehe, I know, you're mad because I left you hanging last time. Hehe... Oh to any P/T fans: I LOVE P/T, love it, love it, love it, but... Well, I wrote this because I wanted to try something different. I mean, you know just for the hell of it. Well, anyway, now you all get to find out what happens. Remember to review! ^^
Broken
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 3
"3:45?! SHIT! Juunana, get you bathwater-wrinkled butt out here!"
"Nani? Why?"
"My otou-san's going to be home in 15 minutes! Now get out of there!" Pan roughly turned the knob, in an attempt to emphasize her point...
Until the door flew open, and she stumbled in, getting quite an eyeful. He was standing up in the bathtub, just reaching for a towel, and his body was dripping with water all the way down to... Her hands flew over her mouth.
"Pan!"
She whirled around, rushed out the door and slammed it behind her, her cheeks burning. She leaned again the door. "Oh my god, Juunana, I'm sooo sorry!"
"Jeez, haven't you ever heard of a little thing called 'privacy'?!" he shouted at her through the door.
"I said I was sorry! ...Besides, you should've locked the door!" Pan retorted.
"Oh, so, this is MY fault?"
"Yes!"
"Hey, YOU were the one who walked in!"
She sighed. "Look, are you covered now? I need to be in there so I can help."
"Help? Help how? Haven't you helped' enough?"
"Just answer the damn question!"
He sighed. "Yes, I have the towel on."
"Good." Turning the knob slowly, Pan pushed the door open, eyes downcast. She slowly lifted them to meet his scrutinizing gaze, noticing along the way that he had wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked in the end. His flawless chest was a same pale, color as the rest of his body, and while he wasn't nearly as well built as the Saiyajins she knew, he had his share of muscles.
He was raising an eyebrow and smirking at her, the cocky bastard. "Like what you see?"
"Shut up. You should be a little bit more respectful of me, considering I practically saved your life."
"Hm."
Swallowing her pride, Pan walked over to him. He was taller than her by several inches, so she had to stretch out her arm to run her fingers through his wet hair. She noticed that he winced a little when she hit a few knots.
"Here, sit down so I can comb your hair." She led him to the toilet where he obediently sat. Fetching a bristle-toothed comb from the cabinet, she began running it through his dark hair. She noted that it was nearly as long as her own, and the same inky black color. It was only a few minutes later she had started that her fingers absent-mindedly brushed against his cheek and their eyes locked. Pan blushed a little. "Sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"It's alright."
She took a breath and, nodding, went back to work. By the time she was finished, he looked much better. "Here, stand up."
He did so. "Huh? What now?"
"Um, well, I've kind of got to get you into my room so I can hide you, obviously. We don't really want my otou-san to see--"
Juunana-gou cut her off. "Did you hear that?"
"Huh? Hear what?"
"I thought I heard a door open and close."
At that moment a male voice rang through the house. "PAN! You home?"
Pan froze. "Oh, no, he's here! We're too late!" She looked around frantically. "Here--" She pushed him towards the tub. "Get in there. I'll draw the shower curtain around you. Maybe we'll be okay."
Juunana-gou nodded and started to step in.
"PAN?"
"Just a second, Daddy!"
As the pounding of footsteps coming up the stairs grew louder, she pulled the shower curtain tight around the tub. 'Good thing this thing has it's own shower, too, or else we might not have been so lucky,' she thought. She whirled around as her father's footsteps came closer and he stood in the doorway. She clasped her arms behind her back. "Here you are," he said. "Uh... what are you doing?"
"Oh, um, nothing," she replied, crossing her fingers, praying silently that he couldn't catch her lying.
"Oh... okay, well, I want to clear out of here so I can take a shower."
"NO! --That is, um, I mean, I'm, uh, I'm cleaning the tub!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Where's the cleaning stuff?"
"Um, in the tub, of course." She smiled innocently.
"I see." He rubbed his chin. "Well, it's good to see that you're at least pitching in on the household chores." He started to turn around and leave.
Pan sighed and relaxed her tense shoulders.
"Oh, and Pan--" He turned back around.
She stiffened again. "Hai?"
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Uh... whatever you want's fine with me."
"How does sweet-and-sour chicken with rice and potstickers sound?"
She smiled again. "That sounds great, daddy."
He returned the smile. "Okay, I'll go start cooking and leave you to your work." He left.
Pan hung in the doorway, listening to her father's retreating steps down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen.
"Phew, that was close." She wiped her forehead. "Sheesh, I'm 18, and he still treats me like a kid."
"Might help if you weren't still living at home, Dark Eyes."
"Huh?" She spun around. "Oh, Juunana! Sorry, I was so nervous, I forgot why." She chuckled half-heartedly.
"Yes, I see, well, that's all well and good, but, um, can I come out now?"
"Oh! Yeah, come on out, the coast is clear."
He did so, nearly tripping over the shower curtain. "Damn thing."
Pan blinked as a thought occurred to her. "What did you call me before?"
"What? Dark Eyes?"
She cocked her head. "Yeah. Why?"
He shrugged. "I dunno."
"Hmm..." She took his arm. "Come on, we've gotta get some clothes on you. I can't have you walking around everywhere in a towel."
"Yeah, you might stare too much."
She slapped him lightly. "Hey, shut up."
His only response was a smirk.
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