Author's Notes: ... Um, if I hugged all of you reviewers right now... would you guys be freaked out? ^_^ Well, to be safe, I'll instead just say my thanks. XP SO...

Thanks to my good friend, HaloGatomon, and to Evil Neko, MoriMori_EYE (interesting name!), Sumsum, and the others who reviewed! I would like to give a special thanks to Yami Kaosu and Raidne the Silent Siren!! You two, your Juunana/Trunks fics absolutely ROCK!! You keep the faith alive! It means much-o to me that you like my humble fanfic. ^~ To Rez: you reviewed another fanfic of mine, stating that you were sorry for the random bout of temporary sugar-induced insanity on the review for chapter three. However, I don't see WHY you would be sorry. ^_^ The review simply flattered me much and I'm glad you liked it a lot.

To Rap's, my good friend for years now, for reading this before everyone else and helping me out. To newtypeshadow, for just being the really damn cool gal and inspiring me to write this!

Thanks, again, to all of you. ^_^

I'm sure you're sick of hearing from me, but I gotta say my thoughts on this chapter... In my opinion, it's uneventful... *sigh* I mostly wanted to explore-- well, whatever. I won't spoil! And my sincere apologies: I'm afraid I might have gotten Juunana a tad bit out of character... Oh, woe is me!!

Pairing: Mirai Juunana/Mirai Trunks, shounen-ai

"All You Have"

~chapter four~

by: Rosalyn Angel

For the first time in a long while, your eyes held fear. They wavered and were wide, boring into mine as your mouth was parted wth shallow breathing. For a fleeting moment, I wanted to touch my fingers to your lips, so I could also feel the fear in your shaky breaths. No other emotion, not even hatred, had been so obviously written on your face before. Do you know how badly I wanted to stay like that, smirking and looking at you, forever? I felt so in control again because I could hold you in your place with a few words, because I had power over you again.

"I..." you said, then turned your face to the side, trying to get away.

I smirked more. "So alone, Trunks. After your mother died, you had absolutely nothing to hang on to. You hate it when it's too quiet and when no one is around, even more than you hate me. And after you killed my sister and turned to do the same to me, you realized... I'm the only one left in this world that you have any chance of clinging to. If you had killed me, there would be no one else who could truly understand you..." I murmured all of it into your ear, making sure the words burned themselves true into your head. "No one else, Trunks. Only me. Without me, you would be alone, be nothing. That's why you hate me. Because you need me. Because of your own weakness..."

You were shaking. I moved my hands from the wall to grip your bare (the jacket sleeves had been ripped off a few days ago) shoulders, feeling you tremble under my touch. I also felt you shiver slightly. Were my hands all that cold? They couldn't have been as cold as some of the glares we've exchanged, but yet only then did you shiver. I gripped tighter, silently trying to will you into looking at me.

"You've lost, Trunks," I said lowly. "I've won."

"No," you choked out, almost desperately. How much did the shame inside you curl around your heart and squeeze the blood out? Your fear of having to depend on someone you hated to keep you sane? Only having the voice you loathed to hear to chase the looming silence away? You tried to hold back, but you were screaming inside because it was so quiet. Didn't you see that you were always the one to make a motion to start a conversation with me, no matter how much venom it had? After the night I caught you sobbing, you always came to me. I never went to you.

I didn't say any more. I wanted you to realize that you couldn't go on without my voice, that the silence would drive you insane.

"Get out..."

I leaned back abruptly. I narrowed my icy eyes and gazed at you, wondering how you could dare to say such a thing when you knew I spoke the truth. Ah, did you want to try and prove me wrong? Did you hate me that much to risk submitting yourself to isolation? You could meet other people, but would they truly understand you? Were you willing to live in a lifeless house... all to prove me wrong?

"Get out!" you shouted, suddenly shoving me away. "Don't you get it!? I hate you!" Your breathing was fast, still shaking, and your expression was a mix of anger and fear. I would have almost called it beautiful. "I don't need you! What the hell are you thinking!? You don't know anything! You know nothing!"

All the while you yelled at me, I stood a foot or so away with my hands in my pockets and a smirk upon my mouth. I didn't interrupt you; I just watched. Like the haunting ghost you didn't have to take care of. One hand you slashed through the air at me while the other clenched and unclenched, sometimes holding your head but usually a fist in front of you.

"Do you hear me!?" you continued, your voice beginning to get scratchy. "I never want to see your face again! I don't want to hear about you killing any more people! I want you to stay away from everyone, from me! I want you to disappear from my life! I HATE YOU!"

At that, you snatched my wrist and tapped your fingers a certain way on the metal band around it. There was a short beeping and it simply unlatched and fell to your hand. I didn't get to quite see how you got it off because you turned around and angrily tossed it against the wall, making it dent in and disfiguring part of the band. After all, that thing was the reason your mother went out to celebrate. In a way, it had gotten her killed.

"Out!" you screamed, pointing in the direction the door was. "Don't come back and don't go near any other people or I will kill you! GET OUT!"

I would have rejoiced at the wristband being gone, but I was focusing everything on you. I stood in my place like a rock, not smirking anymore. There was a gleam in your eyes that told me you really would kill me if I was to disobey you. You looked a little uncertain of what you were doing, but you wanted oh-so badly to prove me wrong. I didn't know you would take it as far as to actually kill me, but I guess hatred is a strong enough emotion.

"All right," I said. "I'll go."

"Now," you added on quickly, seemingly calmed enough not to raise your voice. "Go now."

I shrugged and walked past you, stopping at your side to give you a glance. I let you see one last smirk so you would know that I had still won. You stared back at me with a once more masked expression, and this time, your eyes didn't show me a thing.

"Now," you repeated quietly, the darkness of the room covering us both.

I shrugged again and reached up my hand to brush it through your hair as I walked away. I've always liked your hair and I liked it even more when you grew it out. It suited you that way. You stiffened from the contact but did no more and I casually waved without looking back at you. My footsteps were ominously loud and I found myself at the door sooner than I had thought. You didn't follow me.

Shouldn't I have been happy to be finally free? That I was getting away? I was... I was. No one controlled me. I had no ties there. Not to that house or you. I didn't care if you would completely shut down. I would only regret not being able to see it.

I opened the door and paused, listening for a moment if you would say more or stop me from going. I thought you would because you were weak...

Nothing happened. I closed the door behind myself and floated into the air.

... you really did hate me.

******

The snow is falling harder now, blanketing the scenery with pure white. The man lowers his head with dead eyes and does not bother to protect himself from the weather. A gentle breeze shifts the snow slightly and makes the bare trees around him rustle. He sighs.

******

Freedom. That word and state of being is so double-sided. I pondered that while flying over a town that the humans were rebuilding. I would have stopped and scoffed and laughed at them then blow their stupid town up, but for some reason I wanted to get away from you quickly. So despite my disgust at seeing those humans pretending that they were free of the androids, I kept flying on.

I passed town after town, some being rebuilt, most still in complete ruins. The ruins I smiled at for it reminded me of how great I was compared to the humans, how utterly helpless they were against me. The rebuilding ones I deeply frowned at. They, those humans, thought they were free. Ignorantly thought that there were no androids left, while one was flying over right them. Little did they know that they were still in captivity, because I was alive and could kill them whenever I wished to. It made me frown. Humans are so stupid.

But yet I didn't throw any ki down at them. You were still too close, and you would learn of it in a matter of a few days then come hunting for me. I admitted I wasn't physically strong enough to defeat you (and I thoroughly disliked it) so I didn't want to risk it so soon. I first had to find a way to become stronger and then I would begin my reign again.

My sister had called it, "playing it safe." It made me impatient. It wasn't like me to "play it safe." Then again, I had never come up against anyone more powerful, so how did I know how I was supposed to be like?

I didn't really have to think while my sister had been alive. I was the rash, reckless one that believed he could win anything. Sis was the one that was more sensible and careful; then again, she also didn't love destroying things as much as I did. But still, she had to snap at me to get my head out of the "red clouds" from time to time. "Red clouds" was something that popped out of her mouth one day, something about me getting caught up in the sight of blood or whatever. She got weird sometimes.

Yeah... you could say she kept me in line. Heh, good ol' Juuhachi.

A smile crept on my face as I turned my head to the right, preparing to say that I was just thinking about how weird she was-- but then I remembered.

She was dead.

She always flew at my right side. It was a type of habit in formation we had picked up. She had gotten use to turning her head to the left while flying to talk to me, and I had gotten use to turning to the right. So we had kept it that way. But at that moment, when I had looked over at nothing, it finally began to sink into my brain.

She was dead.

I had known before that she was, but I hadn't truly understood it. My thoughts had been so occupied with escape and you, that I hadn't really sat down and considered it. She was gone, blown to dust, right in front of my eyes. The look of utter surprise on her face as you raised your hand to deliver the final blow-- I wonder what she was thinking? "This can't be!" "How did Trunks become so strong!?" "I can't die!" "I won't be able to go shopping again!"

I chuckled at the last one. I trained my eyes ahead of myself and kept flying, the wind's hands tugging back at everything.

Or maybe she had been thinking about how mad she was at me. She had had a bad day, mostly because I had pulled a prank on her by hiding all of her clothes. It was funny to see her mad.

But I hadn't known she was going to die.

I wouldn't ever talk to or see her again, unless I died myself. Then we might be able to meet in hell, but I wasn't that willing to die. The thought that she wasn't around-- that was all I had known. Everywhere I had gone, she was nearby. To be with and then suddenly without... that's a hard slap of reality.

If I was to reign again, then I would have to reign alone. I would have to destroy cities and kill humans and laugh at them, alone. Somehow, that didn't seem as much fun as it used to be. The concept was alien and foreign, not having her around. She had always just... been there.

I suddenly wished I could see one of her red clouds.

I landed on a rocky ledge of a cliff. I looked before myself to see the familiar carved-out cave. My sister and I had smoothed the walls and floor with ki, but considered the stalactites on the ceiling a nice decoration. The area over our sleeping quarters was stalactite-free, because the dripping water from them was quick to be annoying.

I walked into the cold cave, not really feeling the change in temperature much. I could, but didn't wish to be bothered by it. So even though it chilled me, I gave it no second thought.

I placed my hand on the wall, pleased to see that everything was the same as I had left it. The messily made (also stolen) bed was mine, and the bed with securely tucked in covers and many pillows neatly situated was Juuhachi's. She was something of a neat freak when it came to stuff that was hers. She didn't care what I did with my side of the room-- cave, whatever.

I moved over to my bed and plopped down onto it, hearing the creaky springs squeak. I had wanted to steal a new bed for a while, but it always slipped my mind when I was out having... fun. Plus, you usually came to distract me with your declarations of victory and I would fight you with my sister, then we would fly away, leaving you bloodied. I usually remembered about my bed after I fought you, but it wasn't cool to go bed-shopping after you beat someone within an inch of their life.

I murmured a curse into my single pillow as opposed to my sister's many. I didn't require much. She preferred more comfort. Hm... is it me, or was I really thinking about her a lot? I guess that's a lopsided question. I was the only one thinking about her like that, so of course it was just me.

The grimy feeling on my head reminded me that I needed to wash my hair, which I hadn't for two days. I grimaced at the sensation and stood from my bed, then flew out of the dark cave. Praying that the clear river was still clear, I aimed my sights on the said water supply and landed next to it. It wasn't that far from the cave and far enough from any town so I wouldn't be disturbed.

I groaned when I remembered that I forgot (play on words; that's like me to do that, huh?) to take the stolen shampoo, conditioner, and soap with me. I had grown use to the items just being there whenever I entered the bathroom in your house. And now, I didn't have them with me.

To be with, then suddenly without. Sis would kill me if she knew I was comparing her to bath products.

I instead did a quick rinse to get rid of the grimy feeling and then found myself sitting on my bed again. Not just sitting; I was staring. I was completely oblivious to how my clothes were slightly damp (wait, they were your clothes, weren't they?) and how my wet hair clung to my face and dripped onto my shoulders like the stalactites above me. My ice blue eyes were unblinking and locked on the far wall, right above my sister's bed.

She was dead. Before it had been a sort of numb realization, a time to know that things were going to be different. I reminisced back on memories of her and almost-- I repeat, almost-- longed for her presence. Maybe I even... I don't know-- missed her a little.

But as I sat in my place, eyes locked on the wall, my body silently seething with gritted teeth, I connected two things together. Once again, my mind had been too crowded before and I had usually been too occupied with you to truly grasp my situation.

One: I was free. But then again, I wasn't. Yes, I was out of your house and on my own without that blasted wristband, but I was still in your shadow. I couldn't go out and have fun; you would kill me. I couldn't fight you; you would kill me. I couldn't show my face; you would kill me. I wasn't allowed to do very much at all. What type of freedom was that?

As I had said before, freedom is so double-sided.

Two was very simple. Along with my so-called freedom, my sister was dead.

You had killed her.

I wanted revenge.

~end of chapter four~