A/N: I know I know, no prologue. Oh well.
By the way, just for all those slow people who might not already know none of the DBZ characters belong to me. However the other characters (i.e. Sihate or Hala) do, so you are not permited to use them in any of your stories without permission. :D
Sihate sat on the cold cement bench, beside her fathers grave. The tears streaming down her face. Her body was unstable, due to several days of holding back her tears, trying to be strong. Her hands shook furiously, and the only thing preventing them from shaking themselves right off her wrists was that her face planted firmly upon them. Her lungs were pleading with her, for more air, but she would not take any more in. She could not be strong anymore. It would stop here. She refused to breathe. If neither of her parents could take another breath then why should she be able to? She laid down and began to cough. Her lungs had betrayed her. She cursed herself. There was not enough will power within her to go through with ending her own life.
She felt her heart slowly return to it's normal speed.
Looking up, her eyes found a tall, muscular, black haired boy walking toward her. Even his comforting face could not help her now.
"I thought I would find you here," He told her. "Everyone is looking for you."
"Let them keep looking," She told him with malice apparent in her voice. She was now trying to hold back her tears. A hatred for weakness had always lived in Sihate, which made it difficult for her to show emotion to anyone.
"Oh Sihate," He sighed, moving closer, and putting his arm around her.
She pulled away from him. "Leave me!" The distraught girl exclaimed.
~~**~~
"Don't worry child. Even though she's gone. We'll always be here for you." The priest told her.
He had been like a father to Sihate since her own passed away, what seemed like so long ago.
"I can't stay here any longer," Sihate stated, looking over the mass of people clothed in black. "I have to go somewhere, where I can be alone. I…" She hesitated, "…have to go!" With that the girl tore out of the funeral home, heading for the first place that came to mind.
The priest informed a few of her closest friends, and what was left of her family that she had run away. Only one, her oldest friend, knew where she would be found.
The young boy walked through an old gateway entering the Ever Grove graveyard. He found his upset friend, sitting on a cement garden bench under a weeping willow tree, ironically weeping. He had almost been brought to tears himself, at the sight.
~~**~~
"I said leave me!" She yelled again, after the boy had refused to abandon her. Her eyes filled with hatred and tears streaming down her colourless cheeks, she added, "Please,"
"I won't. I can't just leave you here to cry." The boy told her.
"Well, then I'll just have to go find somewhere else to cry." Standing up, she rubbed the forming tears out of her eyes.
Beginning to walk away, Sihate felt a strong hand grab her arm, and pull her close to the warm body, to which it belonged. She did not struggle. It could not be helped, she began to cry, "Oh, Gohan…"
Letting the boy capture her in his strong arms, she buried her face in his chest. The two sat down on the ground next to the willow tree.
Sihate opened her eyes to find herself still in Gohan's reassuring embrace. Sihate did not realise how tired she had been. She had not slept since she had been informed of her mother's critical condition. "How long was I asleep?" She asked drowsily, taking her face away from the warmth of Gohan's body.
"About an hour,"
"Thank you," She smothered her face back against Gohan. She felt his heart race, as she hugged him. Again, tears began to form in Sihate's eyes. "Gohan?" She waited.
"Yes?"
"Hala and I, we're alone now." She hesitated. "What will we do? Where will we live? Now that they're both…" She bit her bottom lip in a failed attempt to stop it from quivering. "…dead." She cried, and the tears now streamed freely down her cheeks.
"You could always, stay with us." He suggested.
Between sobs Sihate stated, "Gohan, we both know that there's not enough room in your house. And Chi-Chi has enough trouble feeding you and Goten, with all that you eat. I could never ask you to do that."
"You didn't ask, I offered. And we could eat less." Hearing Sihate laugh a little, he smiled, "Okay, so maybe we wouldn't eat less, but with what we eat, two more normal sized stomachs would be nothing to fill." Another smothered chuckle came from Sihate.
"Thank you, but I can't."
They left the graveyard together, without exchanging another word, and Gohan walked Sihate back to the glebe house where she would be staying for the night.
By the way, just for all those slow people who might not already know none of the DBZ characters belong to me. However the other characters (i.e. Sihate or Hala) do, so you are not permited to use them in any of your stories without permission. :D
Sihate sat on the cold cement bench, beside her fathers grave. The tears streaming down her face. Her body was unstable, due to several days of holding back her tears, trying to be strong. Her hands shook furiously, and the only thing preventing them from shaking themselves right off her wrists was that her face planted firmly upon them. Her lungs were pleading with her, for more air, but she would not take any more in. She could not be strong anymore. It would stop here. She refused to breathe. If neither of her parents could take another breath then why should she be able to? She laid down and began to cough. Her lungs had betrayed her. She cursed herself. There was not enough will power within her to go through with ending her own life.
She felt her heart slowly return to it's normal speed.
Looking up, her eyes found a tall, muscular, black haired boy walking toward her. Even his comforting face could not help her now.
"I thought I would find you here," He told her. "Everyone is looking for you."
"Let them keep looking," She told him with malice apparent in her voice. She was now trying to hold back her tears. A hatred for weakness had always lived in Sihate, which made it difficult for her to show emotion to anyone.
"Oh Sihate," He sighed, moving closer, and putting his arm around her.
She pulled away from him. "Leave me!" The distraught girl exclaimed.
~~**~~
"Don't worry child. Even though she's gone. We'll always be here for you." The priest told her.
He had been like a father to Sihate since her own passed away, what seemed like so long ago.
"I can't stay here any longer," Sihate stated, looking over the mass of people clothed in black. "I have to go somewhere, where I can be alone. I…" She hesitated, "…have to go!" With that the girl tore out of the funeral home, heading for the first place that came to mind.
The priest informed a few of her closest friends, and what was left of her family that she had run away. Only one, her oldest friend, knew where she would be found.
The young boy walked through an old gateway entering the Ever Grove graveyard. He found his upset friend, sitting on a cement garden bench under a weeping willow tree, ironically weeping. He had almost been brought to tears himself, at the sight.
~~**~~
"I said leave me!" She yelled again, after the boy had refused to abandon her. Her eyes filled with hatred and tears streaming down her colourless cheeks, she added, "Please,"
"I won't. I can't just leave you here to cry." The boy told her.
"Well, then I'll just have to go find somewhere else to cry." Standing up, she rubbed the forming tears out of her eyes.
Beginning to walk away, Sihate felt a strong hand grab her arm, and pull her close to the warm body, to which it belonged. She did not struggle. It could not be helped, she began to cry, "Oh, Gohan…"
Letting the boy capture her in his strong arms, she buried her face in his chest. The two sat down on the ground next to the willow tree.
Sihate opened her eyes to find herself still in Gohan's reassuring embrace. Sihate did not realise how tired she had been. She had not slept since she had been informed of her mother's critical condition. "How long was I asleep?" She asked drowsily, taking her face away from the warmth of Gohan's body.
"About an hour,"
"Thank you," She smothered her face back against Gohan. She felt his heart race, as she hugged him. Again, tears began to form in Sihate's eyes. "Gohan?" She waited.
"Yes?"
"Hala and I, we're alone now." She hesitated. "What will we do? Where will we live? Now that they're both…" She bit her bottom lip in a failed attempt to stop it from quivering. "…dead." She cried, and the tears now streamed freely down her cheeks.
"You could always, stay with us." He suggested.
Between sobs Sihate stated, "Gohan, we both know that there's not enough room in your house. And Chi-Chi has enough trouble feeding you and Goten, with all that you eat. I could never ask you to do that."
"You didn't ask, I offered. And we could eat less." Hearing Sihate laugh a little, he smiled, "Okay, so maybe we wouldn't eat less, but with what we eat, two more normal sized stomachs would be nothing to fill." Another smothered chuckle came from Sihate.
"Thank you, but I can't."
They left the graveyard together, without exchanging another word, and Gohan walked Sihate back to the glebe house where she would be staying for the night.