"Raindrops"
by Acey
Disclaimer: Don't you think that my computer would not be half my age if I owned DBZ?
Breakfast was not bad. Unhealthy, more than likely cavity-inducing, but better than anything a health-conscious mind ever cooked up. Juunanagou would admit that much at least to himself as he swallowed the sugar-coated piece of toast.
Marron had quit talking, and the stony silence now was almost worse. His sister was still seemingly ignoring everything but her plate, except for an occasional sharp glare in Juunanagou's direction. Kuririn was trying to find something to say but came up short, and in the end just shrugged and started to eat.
Roshi and his turtle were upstairs, forgotten about by everyone in the household in event of the disasterous meeting, probably still sleeping. Hopefully still sleeping. Oolong had left the premises soon after he'd found out about the new resident, taking all magazines with him, an action that, when discovered, would not please Roshi in the least.
"Do you want more toast--"
Not this again.
"-- Mom?"
"No," Juuhachigou replied tersely. "I'm fine."
"I'll take some," Kuririn said as Marron passed the plate over. He selected a piece and paused, looking again for a conversation topic. Juunanagou noticed that much of his composure and calm had returned in the past several minutes.
"I'm sorry about that, Juunanagou," he said again. "Silly of me."
His brother-in-law didn't respond, but his blue eyes flashed slightly with a look of jeering malice that Kuririn caught on to from long experience with his enemies and avoided Juunanagou's gaze for what was left of the meal.
Juuhachigou was not so tactful, nor was she afraid in the slightest of her twin. She set down her napkin and pushed her plate away from the table with such abrupt force that it fell to the floor and shattered, pieces flying everywhere. Juuhachigou ignored it with a completeness bordering on amazing.
"Well?"
"Well?" he repeated boredly, meeting her eyes, so normally cold, unfeeling chips of cerulean, now burning with passion.
"You could apologize. Acknowledge Kuririn, say something to him! Treat him like a human being!"
Marron was staring at her mother in astonishment, round eyes large on her face. Kuririn's features, Juunanagou realized abruptly in anger as he stood once more. Kuririn's child. His sister-- his sister, curse it-- and the midget's daughter. Juunanagou fixed his eyes on the image, willing it to go away. His niece turned her head.
He barely managed an icy response.
"Why should I when I'm not one myself," he said, and he strode to the door of the Kame House and left the island.
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Such a simple thing. An earthquake, a shaking of the ground. And the last bit of a mix of pity and sisterly love all that had made Juuhachigou get him from his cabin when she found out where it was going to hit. Juuhachigou, the good twin, the one smart enough to befriend the enemy she could no longer defeat, had gone to his forsaken cabin in the rain the night before and demanded, insisted, that Juunanagou come with her.
Quite possibly the last decent thing she had done for him since her marriage, despite the dutiful visits every so often that hardly counted. Juunanagou ignored the thought as he flew to the mainland, hair and bandana getting in his face to a small but annoying extent as he did so, eyes scanning coldly through the area as it appeared in view and he landed.
He pushed his bandana back into place, still searching, looking past the rather frightened spectators that had seen him land, past the looming buildings of business that implied the supposed importance of the city.
A car. He wanted a car, something inanimate to take his frustrations out on and at the same time get somewhere, anywhere at all, no matter. A fast car, makeshift and color irrelevant as long as it could go, and go as quickly as possible. He found what he was looking for in a moment and went toward it.
"Excuse me. Excuse me, that's my car--"
A glare and a gun pointed lazily at the unknown passerby's chest silenced him, making him immediately drop his keys and run like a coward. Juunanagou didn't feel it was a sight worth smirking over. The reaction was far too easy to achieve.
He picked up the keys and unlocked the car door.
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Juunanagou pushed the accelerator as far as it would go without breaking it, driving with no caution whatsoever but to keep from having a collision with another vehicle, easy enough. It was an older model anyway, flightless, capabilities limited to laws of gravity without loopholes anywhere.
What few cars were on the road barely paused before turning in the other direction, the ones in the air staying put. An old man from an aircar leaned out the window and yelled:
"Go ahead. H--- ain't half full yet" before his coddling daughter pulled him back into his seat and told him that the police could handle such things themselves. The old man's reply was muffled but snappish, and Juunanagou ignored it. The police had already latched themselves to his trail, anyway. A few more minutes and they would have him. Not that it mattered.
He picked up speed, and waited for a moment, looking out the mirror to see the police behind him, idly wondering if they had anything better to do than to chase things that moved. He had picked a decently fast car. They refused to match it, giving up halfheartedly with disappointment and irritation showing plainly on their faces, and he ignored it and continued on his way.
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Disclaimer: Don't you think that my computer would not be half my age if I owned DBZ?
Breakfast was not bad. Unhealthy, more than likely cavity-inducing, but better than anything a health-conscious mind ever cooked up. Juunanagou would admit that much at least to himself as he swallowed the sugar-coated piece of toast.
Marron had quit talking, and the stony silence now was almost worse. His sister was still seemingly ignoring everything but her plate, except for an occasional sharp glare in Juunanagou's direction. Kuririn was trying to find something to say but came up short, and in the end just shrugged and started to eat.
Roshi and his turtle were upstairs, forgotten about by everyone in the household in event of the disasterous meeting, probably still sleeping. Hopefully still sleeping. Oolong had left the premises soon after he'd found out about the new resident, taking all magazines with him, an action that, when discovered, would not please Roshi in the least.
"Do you want more toast--"
Not this again.
"-- Mom?"
"No," Juuhachigou replied tersely. "I'm fine."
"I'll take some," Kuririn said as Marron passed the plate over. He selected a piece and paused, looking again for a conversation topic. Juunanagou noticed that much of his composure and calm had returned in the past several minutes.
"I'm sorry about that, Juunanagou," he said again. "Silly of me."
His brother-in-law didn't respond, but his blue eyes flashed slightly with a look of jeering malice that Kuririn caught on to from long experience with his enemies and avoided Juunanagou's gaze for what was left of the meal.
Juuhachigou was not so tactful, nor was she afraid in the slightest of her twin. She set down her napkin and pushed her plate away from the table with such abrupt force that it fell to the floor and shattered, pieces flying everywhere. Juuhachigou ignored it with a completeness bordering on amazing.
"Well?"
"Well?" he repeated boredly, meeting her eyes, so normally cold, unfeeling chips of cerulean, now burning with passion.
"You could apologize. Acknowledge Kuririn, say something to him! Treat him like a human being!"
Marron was staring at her mother in astonishment, round eyes large on her face. Kuririn's features, Juunanagou realized abruptly in anger as he stood once more. Kuririn's child. His sister-- his sister, curse it-- and the midget's daughter. Juunanagou fixed his eyes on the image, willing it to go away. His niece turned her head.
He barely managed an icy response.
"Why should I when I'm not one myself," he said, and he strode to the door of the Kame House and left the island.
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Such a simple thing. An earthquake, a shaking of the ground. And the last bit of a mix of pity and sisterly love all that had made Juuhachigou get him from his cabin when she found out where it was going to hit. Juuhachigou, the good twin, the one smart enough to befriend the enemy she could no longer defeat, had gone to his forsaken cabin in the rain the night before and demanded, insisted, that Juunanagou come with her.
Quite possibly the last decent thing she had done for him since her marriage, despite the dutiful visits every so often that hardly counted. Juunanagou ignored the thought as he flew to the mainland, hair and bandana getting in his face to a small but annoying extent as he did so, eyes scanning coldly through the area as it appeared in view and he landed.
He pushed his bandana back into place, still searching, looking past the rather frightened spectators that had seen him land, past the looming buildings of business that implied the supposed importance of the city.
A car. He wanted a car, something inanimate to take his frustrations out on and at the same time get somewhere, anywhere at all, no matter. A fast car, makeshift and color irrelevant as long as it could go, and go as quickly as possible. He found what he was looking for in a moment and went toward it.
"Excuse me. Excuse me, that's my car--"
A glare and a gun pointed lazily at the unknown passerby's chest silenced him, making him immediately drop his keys and run like a coward. Juunanagou didn't feel it was a sight worth smirking over. The reaction was far too easy to achieve.
He picked up the keys and unlocked the car door.
**********************************************************************
Juunanagou pushed the accelerator as far as it would go without breaking it, driving with no caution whatsoever but to keep from having a collision with another vehicle, easy enough. It was an older model anyway, flightless, capabilities limited to laws of gravity without loopholes anywhere.
What few cars were on the road barely paused before turning in the other direction, the ones in the air staying put. An old man from an aircar leaned out the window and yelled:
"Go ahead. H--- ain't half full yet" before his coddling daughter pulled him back into his seat and told him that the police could handle such things themselves. The old man's reply was muffled but snappish, and Juunanagou ignored it. The police had already latched themselves to his trail, anyway. A few more minutes and they would have him. Not that it mattered.
He picked up speed, and waited for a moment, looking out the mirror to see the police behind him, idly wondering if they had anything better to do than to chase things that moved. He had picked a decently fast car. They refused to match it, giving up halfheartedly with disappointment and irritation showing plainly on their faces, and he ignored it and continued on his way.
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