Author's Notes: Lessee here... Um... this is another boring chapter? ^_^ Uh... have fun? ^_^ I dunno. ;; On a more serious note, thanks to all who has stuck by my side and kept reviewing. You're all marvelous! Also, just so you know, I thought this one scene down THERE *points at chappy* was amusing to write. I sniggered. Yes, I did. And to all of you who have been waiting for some shounen-ai moments, fear not. This chapter finally sets up everything, and the next chapter or the one after that will have what you've all been waiting for. And hopefully, I'll still have them in character by then. ^_~ Enjoy!

Pairing: Mirai Juunana/Mirai Trunks, shounen-ai

"All You Have"

~chapter six~

by: Rosalyn Angel

As soon as I woke up, I began to reconsider my choice of staying. For you see, the reason why I woke up in the first place (not to mention it was around the crack of dawn), was the sudden lack of oxygen. It took me a few seconds to adjust my sleepy eyes to the dim sunlight and then register that there was a body straddling me, currently trying to crush my throat.

I gasped a little, not succeeding to suck in any air, then curled my hands around your arms to try to push you away. "Good morning... to you, too," I managed to say sarcastically.

You didn't acknowledge my remark but still loosened your grip a bit. Your hair fell over your shoulders and was wildly covering your face, rustled from sleeping outside. I heard a growl emit from you lowly as you spoke with a slow, demanding tone, "Why did you come back?"

I chuckled, my throat vibrating against your cold hands. "I had no other place to go," I said.

"Then where did you disappear to for several days?" you growled, leaning forward a little so to put more weight on me. You probably didn't want the chance of me throwing you off.

I smirked and blew out some air to move the hair that was covering my face-- both my and yours. I felt your hands tighten and I was feeling a little light-headed again. "Nowhere."

I saw your feral snarl. "Don't play games with me, android," you stated calmly, but still with an edge. "I told you clearly that I would kill you if you came back here!"

Naturally, at that moment, I was cursing myself for being over-confident and falling asleep without any safety guards. But thankfully, I had a sharp mind and a smart mouth to match. "Would you... mind backing off? I need air."

"Damn you!" you shouted, your nails digging into the sides of my neck, my hands still holding your arms but without effort to push you away. "Why won't you take me seriously!? You know I can kill you!" As if to further prove yourself, you powered up a small amount of energy right under your hands, causing it to slightly burn my skin.

"I know," I replied coolly, truthfully. A flash of white streaked across my vision when you pressed down on your hands again. I took a moment to recover, sucking in a small amount of air to speak. You noticed this and once again loosened your grip, probably amused by an android's last words. So I smiled, despite my situation, and said, "Yeah, just like Juuhachi. Gonna blast me to nothing, Trunks?"

A snort. "She deserved it, and so do you."

I think that was when I accepted the obvious fact of how similar we were, how sickeningly alike. Because, you see, I had spoken something along the same lines to a young man right after I had killed his supposed lover. And that fact I would not keep a secret, because it could very well save my life, which it did.

"We could be twins," I said, chuckling. "I'm surprised Juuhachi was my twin and not you."

There was a pause in your breathing as if surprised, then you regained your earlier demeanor. "Are you saying that we're alike!? I have nothing in common with an android!"

How strange. I had considered myself like that with humans.

"Come now, Trunks." I sneered, lip curling up to the side. "Look at us. We both let our hate drive us, make us want to kill. I against humans, and you against androids. We're the two best fighters in this world, and now, we're alone, with each other. It makes me sick to think so, but it's true..." I turned my head to the side, glancing my eyes at you to get a better view from the morning light. "And how can you kill your own twin? You're such a cold-blooded murderer."

"Me!?" you shouted harshly and I felt the burning on my neck increase. "You're the one that slaughtered countless people! You and your sister took everything away from me!"

"And you took everything away from me. It's a fair trade... don't you think?"

"You already had nothing! No feelings except bloodlust!"

"Probably why I have no other place to go."

"You...!" you stuttered, trying to think of a retort and failing.

The argument heated my blood. I felt good to use my wits again, but strangely most of what I said was the truth. I never knew it could be such a lethal weapon, both on you and me. Your mother was dead. My sister was dead. We burned together in our hate and wanted other beings to perish. Such a cruel world, to have it come to this.

Through the mist around my brain, I felt your hands leaving my neck but you did not get off of me. You remained on my stomach, pinning me from the waist down, and appeared numb. But still your eyes were dark blue and held your emotions, all of your beautiful emotions to play with, all of your shame and hatred and sadness, but yet no trace of a smile. Something told me I would be waiting for that for a while. My curiosity was not pleased, but it could be patient. Other things were more important, like revenge.

Or had I already achieved it? When you stopped choking me and looked at the ceiling as if searching for answers, had I obtained revenge? Had you given up on me so easily, when you realized that you were acting like an android in your deed of murdering Juuhachi? Seek and destroy. You had almost been machine-like.

I wish I could have read your mind. It would have been entertaining.

My eyes glazed over with processing thoughts. I looked out my window from where I lay. After all, the truth had been a weapon on me too, and I was wounded. So there we were alone, two twins with different blood, alone together. I would have laughed at the irony if my throat hadn't been sore.

... that was the first time I ever bothered to watch the sunrise.

******

The breeze picks up and blows the snow haphazardly across the wet ground and bends the branches of naked trees. His hair is tossed around as if possessed, and he subconsciously shivers. Pale hands reach up to opposite sides and pull together the open ends of a dark blue jacket, trying to contain whatever warmth he has left. He finally realizes how cold the day is.

******

I probably should say something like, "I was surprised when you left my room without an insult or violent gesture," but my notion when you left was more along the lines of a monotonous, "Oh. There he goes." Lest to say, I did waste a good few seconds staring at the door you had slammed shut to make sure you didn't rampage back in all berserk-like. But that was only because I wanted to change into some clean garments.

After several minutes, I emerged from my domain in another pair of your clothes I had "borrowed"-- some blue jeans and a black turtleneck. I missed my old clothes though. If I recalled their location correctly, then I had thrown them onto the heap of your laundry to be washed. Most likely you had done a load since I left, so they should have been all folded with the rest.

When I arrived at the door of the tiny laundry room, I found to my dismay that my white sweater, black t-shirt, jeans, and orange bandanna were untouched in the pile, and most irritating of all, still dirty. I really missed my old clothes.

I all but stomped out. I could live in your clothes for a few days, but sooner or later, I always went back to my own. Your clothes smelled like... you. I didn't want to smell like a human. I didn't want to smell like... lilacs.

I paused, my dark eyebrows knitting together. I was in the middle of the hall and also in the middle of my search for you. But still I took a moment to pull the collar of the turtleneck to my nose and then took a nice whiff. What a strange discovery. You smelled like lilacs.

I spotted you sitting on the couch in the living room, the same room where you had previously kicked me out. Amused, I crossed my ankles and arms, leaned against the wall behind the couch, and waited for you to sense the lingering presence of an android. Soon enough you placed a hand on the back of the furniture, then twisted to face me with a scowl. I grinned, mostly pleased I was still alive and able to walk. You frowned, not pleased for the same reason.

"Laundry," I simply said, pointing in that direction. I didn't want to say much; my throat was still a little sore.

Your frown increased. It was good to know that I was getting under your skin by just being me. "Don't order me around," you spat and stood briskly.

Yes. I missed these petty arguments with you. "Now," I pressed on.

You snorted at me indignantly and stalked away, eyes burning into mine as you passed. Of course you were furious of our earlier encounter and even more so because you knew I was right. The only real difference between us was that we handled our situation in separate ways. Mirror opposites, you could say.

You remained silent as you vanished around the corner, my eyes trailing after you as far as they could. I found it funny how far gone you were, to need someone around just to be able to function in daily life. I didn't even want to look at the dirty dishes. Then again, you probably hadn't eaten much. Well, now that I had returned, things should be getting back to normal.

Normal. Things should be getting back to normal.

I lazily dismissed the idea and plopped my rear onto the fluffy couch. This was certainly better than the cave. At the cave, everything was a blur and a buzz and I didn't notice much, but at your house, my eyes picked out all the cracks in the ceiling and walls, and how the light shadowed certain places. My ears picked up running water through underground pipes and how the house creaked and settled in on itself.

I felt alert, more so than I had while you were weaker, because I knew I had to be. I couldn't be as relaxed and laid back as I used to be, or at least not as much. You could lunge at any minute, so I had to be ready to parry with my fists and cutting words in order to stay in one piece, to taunt and laugh at you longer. I felt alert; I felt alive.

I smiled as I wiggled down into the couch's dark cushions, achieving maximum comfort. My ears quirked a little and it dawned upon me that something was missing to the scenario: my radio. I heaved myself up and reached over the arm of the appliance, feeling around for that little black knob on that little black box which sat on the side table. Soon enough, I grabbed the knob and clicked it on. The first thing that whispered (it was on low volume) through was this: "--return to 'Roses and Wine,' the first radio drama in eighteen years."

My eyebrow shot up. This wasn't my station, was it? I checked and for sure the numbers read correctly. There weren't many to begin with, I guess. A colorful four-lettered word later, I laid back to pout as I decided to listen to this "radio drama" or whatever it was. The other stations' music grinded my nerves anyway.

Some cheesy tune waved through the air, kind of soft and in the background, as a pair of voices spoke over it. One was a deep male's and the other definitely female. Whatever gender they were, they sounded corny and I wanted to throw up.

"Oh, Johnathan! I cannot believe this day has actually come!" the girl cried happily as the sound effect of ruffling clothes drifted to my ears.

"Julia," he said, trying to be sultry. I almost felt sorry for him; it just seemed like he was trying too hard. "You are so beautiful, you know that? I want to lavish in your beauty, bathe in the expanse of your skin, and run my hands forever through the silk of your hair..."

"John... a..." Julia breathed out a little moan and I clapped my hands over my eyes to try to dissolve the mental images that brought. I didn't understand this human... thing, but I had walked in on enough couples to know what a moan signalized. It was sort of disgusting. Gero hadn't taught me about my own anatomy. Why humans acted upon it, I didn't know. Maybe they lusted for touch like I did for blood, but that still didn't give them an excuse.

"Uhh... John... I..."

"Oh for the love of--" I cut myself off as I reached over to click it off. It wasn't loud enough for you to hear, but it would be damn awkward if you strolled in right then. I was just about to rid myself of the torture, but then "Johnathan" spoke again.

"Julia..." he muttered. "You are mine, body and soul. This passion-- this possession-- I do not need anything else, only you. And you... are mine..."

That's about when I got sick of it and the radio faded out thanks to that handy little knob. I was just fine in the silence anyway. Human affairs like that-- I didn't care to know about them. That was their habit and requirement in life, not an android's.

Soon I got bored of staring at the ceiling and pulled myself to my feet. My hands in my back pockets, I sauntered into the dim halls to find something to do, at least until that radio drama was over. I backtracked the path I took earlier, following the noise of the whirring of the laundry. I arrived at the open doorway and looked in to see your back facing me as you sorted out the clothes and placed some into the large white washer. When I noticed my orange bandanna flutter in (you seemed to toss it rather angrily), I nodded my head in approval and assumed my other clothes would be ready soon. Then I could get out of that turtleneck.

As I watched you, it occurred to me how our relationship had evolved over the course of the last few weeks, and how I expected it to remain as it was right when I stood there. It occurred to me that I thought about living with you as normal, like "normal" had been in my reign with my sister.

Isn't it funny how fast time can seem to go by? How quickly things change? How I considered having you around, normal? Had you so soon replaced Juuhachi? You and she may do different things, but normal was normal, so the result was the same. And then I wondered: was my revenge for my sister and her unfortunate demise? or for myself and the loss of my old life?

My eyes narrowed and I left you without a sound, then ventured into my room. I was thinking through things too much, maybe. I was there to extract a long-lasting revenge and entertain myself in the process. I was there because you had killed Juuhachi. I didn't want to believe that I was there because it was now my normal life.

Standing in front of my window, I gazed out. As I looked up, sun blazing across the sky, the light created the illusion of red clouds.

Farewell, sis.

~end of chapter six~