Author's Notes: ... *TWITCH* I had planned for this chapter to come out, like, two weeks earlier. But so much crap flew and hit the fan that it kept getting delayed. I can't wait for school to be over. You have no idea how happy I'll be... So anyway, sorry for the delay, but here it is now! ^_^ I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait (it's also rather long in itself) and pleases everyone's expectations! And I really want to thank the people who've reviewed! The responses, again, have been overwhelming. I feel so loved!

And yes, there's only one chapter left after this one. *cry* But at least for me I'll actually have finished something... ^_^ And I hope the peeps are still in-char considering the story! (If they aren't, that would defeat my purpose, now wouldn't it? ^~)

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Pairing: Mirai Juunana/Mirai Trunks, shounen-ai

"All You Have"

~chapter ten~

by: Rosalyn Angel

A few days later, I noticed they were back.

"Oh, Johnathan!"

"Julia..."

And so I sat, grinding my teeth and waiting for the music to come on. I was sure the so-called "radio drama" would end any minute. I mean, how much love crap can two people possibly spit out?

At least there were a new actor and actress. They fared better than the first two (I presumed them dead; sadly the show must go on), but they still didn't manage to take the this-is-so-corny factor out of it. They just subdued it a little. A little.

"Julia, this is the night we marry!"

Did I forget to mention the cheesy piano music in the background? Yeah, that was bad too. It had to end soon. It had to.

"I just want you to know... how much you mean to me. You make me feel so–"

Around here I began to nod off.

"–possessive, Julia..."

I snapped awake so quickly I'm sure I got a headache.

You see, I still had a small problem. I managed to handle the emotions of you as a twin just fine – the pranks were going strong, played out only once in a while – but those other feelings were still pretty much untouched. I didn't know how to work with them: that possessive need for you to be around. I couldn't even begin to imagine how to treat them; I was at a total loss. The twin thing I was use to, but never did I feel a possession toward my sister... so I supposed my only hope was to observe how you humans handled them and go from there.

But... like that?

You passed by the room quietly on your way outside. I stared after you with a queer expression – I'm sure if a fish would have seen me then, it might have mistaken me for a distant relative.

"Oh, Johnathan..."

Ah... whatever works... right?

I had to sit and ponder this for a while. My first thoughts were actually wondering if you had been listening to the radio or not, but I decided to say you hadn't been and save myself from the humiliation.

Besides, you had seemed too disinterested in what I was doing anyway. You had had a solemn countenance lately. Maybe it was from the weather. Winter was nearing, and almost right on top of us. The weeks had gone by so quickly... Anyway, I would be bummed too; winter equals cold temperatures, and that just sucks. It would have made me solemn, if Mother Nature didn't tend to piss me off by changing all the time. Can't we just have one fairly warm season all year long?

Oh. Yeah. Off-topic. Right.

I tried to recall all of those instants when I got so bored that I watched a movie on sis' and my T.V. (all stolen, of course). She usually picked those romance comedies; she said it was "mildly amusing to see those humans make fools of themselves just for a little affection," but I think she actually enjoyed them. Girls will be girls, eh?

Well, I thought of those because they seemingly, according to the now-over radio drama, held the key to my handling the remainder of my emotions towards you. (Don't get me wrong – I felt no affection for you. It was only a need for things not to change again... I hate change.) So, in my head, I sorted through what I had seen: between what humans did with possession and what they did with actual affection. I was interested in the former.

After several moments of grimacing and looking confused (humans are so weird), I came to a conclusion: I could handle the possessive nature I had, up 'til then, kept locked away. It was time to prove I was better than you humans, both physically and mentally. Even though no one else would know of my grand accomplishment, I would; and with that would come a satisfaction.

My only problem was how you would react.

Johnathan, Julia...

I couldn't be satisfied if I was dead, after all.

... wish me luck.

******

Finally, seen through the black cloudy night and drifting snow, his hand reaches forward without hesitation. His fingers touch a cold stone object, and they run down and along it. The rock is shaped as a dome with jagged edges and an uneven surface, but still his fingers slide smoothly. The chill the stone emits numbs them, and he feels it all; he feels the snow in his hair and on his shoulders, seeping through his denim jacket, and the melted drops gliding down his shoulder-length strands. But the stone's chill is the sharpest. He shuts his eyes and silently hangs his head.

******

You hadn't come back inside yet and it was getting awfully cold – no, I take that back. It was so cold I was convinced hell had frozen over. Didn't those demons ever pay their heating bills? Winter was definitely here.

Well, you had gone outside around the afternoon, and now it was dark. Where had you gone off to? Usually you grudgingly told me, as a warning not to do anything stupid while you were gone.

Ah well. Time to snoop around in your room.

I ventured to that location. After becoming bored with your journal and desk, I sorted through your closet. You had a severely limited selection of clothing. Sis would be disappointed.

Black shirt, grey pants, black sleeveless top, more grey pants, black, grey, black, black, yellow (ah! some color!) belt, more greys and blacks... blue jackets? But you never went anywhere without one of your blue jackets. You had two of them, one with the sleeves torn off and the other with them intact. Both were still on their hangers among the rest of the drab garments. For a moment all I could do was stare, my hands raised in the action of flinging the clothes around to look at them; and then slowly an eyebrow rose.

Why were you out in the cold without your jacket? Why didn't you have it in the first place? That thing was your... your idol or something. You probably worshiped it when you thought no one was looking.

But hey, opportunity for me. Jackets are said to make one warm; I tested that theory.

Slightly paranoid you would come barging back in, I snatched the jacket with the sleeves and worked my arms through it. After cursing and straightening my own sleeves, I shrugged my shoulders until it felt comfortable. It was a little loose on me; you had a broader frame than I did. But immediately I felt the warmth it contained; and, smirking, I strolled back to the living room with my hands in my pockets. I looked around the space and found it still barren of life. It was boring.

Then another wicked idea formed. Sis used to hate it when I messed with her clothes; I felt a twin thing coming on. Simple, really: what would you do if you saw me wearing your jacket? Plus I wanted to see if I would still be warm and cozy outside.

I headed through the kitchen and came to the door. As soon as I opened it, a blast of icy air was sent into my face which made my teeth chatter. Damn winter. I wouldn't have been surprised if my ass had frozen off and shattered in tiny shards to the four corners of the earth. Well, if the earth had corners.

After the initial shock, I blinked and peered through the dark night. Clouds blocked out the stars and the moon shone faintly through like a ghost. To top it all off, big snowflakes were drifting down and covering everything. The ground, branches of trees, demolished buildings, your entire yard – everything was a glistening white. Perfect and untouched, unmarred by footprints, the ground rolled like sand dunes.

I tilted my head – yes, I had seen snow before but it was always rare, and to see so much at one time... it made me a little curious. Maybe the atmosphere was recovering some from all the ki we used to shoot up into it during battles. Or maybe not. The only thing I really understood was that my back and arms were still fairly warm. Neat.

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, taking in a deep breath of the cold air, then regretting it. My nose tingled from the chill. I scanned my eyes across the black (night) and white (snow) scene, thinking of it like one of those really old T.V. shows. I hadn't been outside in so long, fearing that my nose hairs would freeze, and to be in the open air kinda felt good. There was a lot more space too. My feet suddenly felt energetic and I wanted to run, to fly, to do anything–

Then I saw you. You had probably been standing there for hours. Why, I didn't know. But the snow had bunched up to right under your ankles and was only nudged aside a little bit, most likely from you just barely shifting your feet. Maybe those yellow boots kept you warm, but the thin fabric of those overly baggy pants did little. At least you wore a long-sleeved turtleneck, but it was still odd to see you without your jacket. Your back was turned toward me, and your lavender head was hanging, one hand in your pockets and the other holding something I couldn't see in front of you.

For a long time I just stared. What were you doing out here? Sleeping on your feet? Had you just forgotten your jacket? What were you looking at? Weren't you cold?

I looked down. So far all of the snowflakes that landed on me had melted and left an unpleasant damp sensation. You know, once I saw a few kids playing in the snow on a street, before I had blown it up. They were...

You started as soon as a nicely formed snowball nailed you in your back.

Eh, what'dya know? Some kids are bright.

I barely contained my laugh as you whirled around bewildered to see my smirking face. The rectangular flat thing you had been holding floated to the ground in your surprise. I didn't pay attention to it though, because you were scowling at me. At first I guessed I had taken it too far, but then a white object loomed toward me with amazing speed and smacked me right in my face. You stood, now looking smug.

"Yeah," I said, grimacing and wiping my face off, rubbing around the corners of my eyes. "You throw a snowball instead of a ki ball. Real cute."

It surprised me when you answered in a light but edged tone. "Would you rather have your head blown off?" You paused then, knitting your eyebrows. "Hey, that's my..."

I didn't let you finished. As soon as I had gathered a ridiculous amount of snow into my arms, I quickly flew to float a few feet above you. Thanking the jacket for protecting my warmth, I watched as you craned your head up to look at me, and also grant me a good target.

Before the falling snow from my arms could hit you, you disappeared. I frowned. That could have been really funny, you know.

I looked around for wherever you would reappear. I knew you were somewhere near; I could feel your ki. Apparently you were familiar with snowball fights as well, because you seemed readily able to defend yourself: my face still stung and was probably a little red.

I felt something plop onto my head. Above me. Of course.

Glancing my icy blue eyes up, I saw you floating at the same distance I had been, with your crossed arms full of the white spectacle and a clear smirk on your face. You had a very scary resemblance to your father right then, and I began to fear what I had gotten myself into. Hey, you could take someone's eye out with that stuff.

I wasn't quick enough and the snow bombarded me from above, pelting onto my hair and shoulders. I did manage to cover my face though. After shaking myself off, I growled and looked back at you. You had your arms empty but crossed still, and you seemed mildly amused wearing a smirk.

For a moment I questioned your playfulness, if you could call it that. It seemed to me more like an odd revenge, but there was a glint in your eyes that hadn't been there before. Maybe my pranks had rubbed off on you. Maybe you were finally accepting that you needed me around as much as I needed you.

Whatever it is, I thought, this means war.

I bursted away in a blast of blue energy, tearing up the snow and making it haphazardly flutter around me as I flew near the ground. Close enough to lower my hand to it, I scooped up some snow and turned so my front was facing the sky. You were following me, looking determined with a furrowed brow. I grinned and chucked the ball at you. You gasped and swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

We went on like this for quite some time. Our forms flitted in and out, usually keeping close to the ground, and every few seconds one of the white shooting stars flying about would hit its target. Unfortunately you were faster than me, so I had to concentrate extra hard. I didn't want to lose; I never did tolerate it well in anything.

But my mind kept wandering to you. You seemed different for some reason. What had you been thinking about while you stood out here? ... I think I know. At least I like to assume I do. You see, before I had attempted to drop a mound of snow on you, I had seen what you had dropped from your hands: that photo of yours, the one with Gohan, your mother, and your smiling ten-year-old self. You had been reminiscing again. Then I marveled at something: as soon as I had announced my presence, you had dropped it, and even today there it lies forgotten. You never did pick it up again, even as the years passed by.

When your hand had opened, you were letting go of much more than just that photo... weren't you?

After so long you seemed to get tired. It was a lot more lengthy than a normal fight would be since we weren't trying to maim each other, just horribly humiliate. But still your energy wore out while mine was endless; I decided to have a bit of mercy (after getting you real good on the back of your head) and ceased fire. We floated noiselessly to the disturbed snowy ground and sat down. Your mind seemed to be elsewhere as you sighed and flung yourself onto your back, arms outstretched, looking up at the night sky. I was merely praising your jacket (handy lil' thing) as I sat with crossed legs, pondering what sarcastic remark to say next, when you spoke:

"I want it back."

I grinned, wrapping the said it tightly around me. "No."

You frowned, still looking up. "I'll take it then. It's mine."

Was it just me, or did your voice sound distant?

"Go ahead and try," I said, sneering. I wasn't going to give up that article of clothing without a fight.

I heard you grunt, irritated, and then you shot forward faster than the eye could see. I gave a small "whoa!" and raised up my arms to block your attempt at taking the jacket away. The second time I grabbed your hands, palm-to-palm, and we grappled for power, the muscles in our arms tensing as we tried to push each other back and away. I had a slight advantage though: your energy was still low from moving around so fast for hours on end. I used this and laughed arrogantly while pushing harder, which irked you more.

Eventually I won and I knocked you down, much to the fulfillment of my pride. You were sent to lie on your back again and I heard you growl while moving to sit up. I didn't let you, thinking you might achieve your goal the third time you lunged. I pinned your arms down by holding your wrists. You moved to kick me away but I locked down both of your legs with one of my own, straining a good amount to keep my hold steady. You had your narrowed eyes turned on me and seemed rather displeased, but you didn't appear to be angry.

Again I mentally questioned you, and thought about your hand letting go of that picture and you actually playing what was supposedly a child's game with me. How I wished I could read your mind, but I wasn't complaining. Everything was normal. Everything was all right. Sis was gone, but I had another twin. I had my entertainment and shelter and food. Nothing was going to change as far as I was concerned, as long as you were around.

I just had to take care of those other nagging emotions in the back of my head; and right then, holding you down while you subtly scowled at me, it seemed like a good thing at the time. I might not get a better chance later, I thought. Just like in that radio drama and those movies, right? I was ready to tackle those feelings; I was strong enough, stronger than pathetic humans...

You blinked owlishly, your former expression melting off your face as I leaned down. I felt a little awkward, but I had a one-track mind. It's what you did when you felt possession toward someone, right?

Were my eyes glazed? It felt like it. Everything was so white, except for you: all dark clothes and slightly shivering from the cold and under my touch, my kiss.

Yeah. I kissed you just then. I'm sure you remember. Your eyes were wide open from shock. What did you think? You were frozen under me and didn't move. Maybe you had been outside for too long.

I kissed you with my eyes looking into yours; those blue orbs that held all of your emotions, the ones I was thrilled to drink in. Your erratic breaths mingled with my calm ones; my raven hair streaked down around my face and brushed along yours, the strands' ends barely touching the lavender spread around on the white, white snow. Still the flakes fell and still I kissed you like I had seen, taking examples on how to handle the possession; and you just stared and didn't respond at all, even when I sucked lightly on your lips, and, your jaw slack, probed my tongue into your mouth.

It wasn't so bad. Actually I kinda enjoyed it. Your mouth was hot, strikingly so in contrast to the air. The jacket was nothing compared to it. I liked it. What you thought I didn't know and I still don't. I would like to, though.

The need for oxygen made me break away, panting just a little. Without waiting for you to do something, I rolled off of you and lay on my back to your left side. You mechanically placed your hands onto your stomach, your elbow just barely touching my ribs. We exchanged no words for a long time; the only sound was the snowflakes drifting down and gently settling around us, sometimes clinging onto our hair and clothes (which were fairly damp by now, I noticed with a frown). They even caught onto our eyelashes, which we just blinked away. It was weird, looking up at them. The flakes started out small, way up high, and steadily grew bigger as they got closer.

Then I noticed the shaded moon behind the night clouds and mused. I had proven to myself that I was better than humans: I knew how to handle those emotions well now.

"Hey," I said, pointing up and sounding smug. Your breathing hitched once; maybe my voice had startled you out of your contemplating. "Look."

Vacantly your eyes followed my arm up and gazed at the hazy moon.

"I'm so powerful the moon is hiding from me," I said, smirking at it.

You didn't move to answer for a while, so my hand lowered slowly to rest on my stomach with the other. Then, softly, I heard a sound. Not just any sound – it was a low chuckle. Blinking, I turned my head to raise an eyebrow at you. Your eyes were closed and you were quietly snickering.

"What's so funny?" I demanded indignantly.

Right then you turned your head to me; and for the first time since I first met you, you smiled a real smile. Not the beginnings of one which you had given lately, not a smirk, not a sarcastic grin, but a real smile, like that ten-year-old, though there were no teeth shown. It wasn't overly enthusiastic, just relaxed, pleasant. The small, true smile made the harsh lines of anger and worry fade from your face. I thought I could see a tiny dimple in your left cheek.

And it was me you were smiling at. Never did I really believe I would succeed in making you do so, but my curiosity to see it pushed me on; and when it actually happened I was dumbfounded. I couldn't think. Maybe the cold ground had finally penetrated the jacket and clothes and had made me numb. But I couldn't think.

And so you spoke in reply:

"You just tend to get off-topic."

~end of chapter ten~