Hey its me, updating my story. I thanks for the many reviews, and very
sorry, I just got back homes last night (Monday) from Colorado, I was gone
two weeks! It was fun though, but I am sure you are all made at me, but be
nice, I have a chapter for you! Ok, this chapter is done differently, it is
from Sadi's point of view, I thought it would be a good thing for this
chapter, but don't worry, the rest of the story wont be like this! _
enjoy! Hope you all had a great Christmas!
ME- sorry I haven't updates, I HAVE BEEN GONE, I am a very anti lazy person *snort* hehe, well hope you like this chappie! Oh and I tried to e-mail you the pics but it said your e-mail did not exist *shrug* so I don't know what to tell you.
Ghost Sister- here you are, knew chapter! Now be a good girl, read it, review it, and go have a bowl of Raman noodles! YUM!
Oh, by the way, this story was supposed to be italicize, but I have my story in text, so it wont come in like I typed it.
Chapter 15: Dazzling the Mind With Fairytales and Tussles
'I winced my eyes and looked up from my novel, an unwavering buzz sound had been tickling the back of my mind for the past two minutes, my eyes came to the window that lay next to my head where I sat upon my round chair in the corner of my room. A fly; trapped behind the mini blinds trying to release itself from its strange embrace, its humming wings tapping and vibrating the thin plastic. A felt a sigh escape my chest as I stood to my feet, facing the window, I lay my book upon the chair; it isn't that good, I could easily be interrupted by it just to release a fly from its absurd prison. I lifted my fingers to the string that pulled up the blinds, pulling it downward the plastic crept up, letting the sunlight from outside slowly walk up my chest and then stand upon my face. I couldn't hep but squint at the bright mid day light, I let out another sigh of irritation. I don't know where the fly went.
Its been eight days since I first came here, I suppose I live here. I go to school with Gohan, I come back 'home' with Gohan. All the same I suppose. I wish to get another job, I want to work with orphan children, to get on field work with psychology, which I want to major in. But its been impossible to come across.
Though I find it hard staying here, due to uncomfortable reasons, I love it. I feel safe and needed. I help ChiChi with the cooking and cleaning, I am sure she much appreciates it, I help Goten with training and learning educates [laughs] he is so cute. And then Gohan......he....he is my true core to happiness, when he smiles at me, talks to me, interacts. Yet. For a few days now, he has been acting strange, almost..distant? Yes I suppose it is distant.
He seems hesitant to talking to me deeply, he never seems at all eager to touch me, though that is fine if he doesn't, its just....strange.'
I jumped lightly when I heard a knock at my door, quickly I looked to the door and lifted my brows, I then herd Goten's voice.
"Hey Sadi! Can I come in?"
I smiled softly at his request and with pleasure, made my way to the door opening it and looking down upon the small boy.
"Hello Goten, sure you can come in."
My voice felt shaky, even though I held a smile and joyful voice, why?
Goten walked in past me and hopped on my bed looking about curiously, I closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
"What's up?"
Goten looked quickly at me, sucking on his lower lips, his eyes wide and full of curiosity.
"I just wanted to know if you'll train with me. Will you?"
He ended his sentence with big bold words, it made me smile. So typical. So cute. He would ask me to train with him like this everyday so far, normally I would gladly say yes but today I didn't feel like myself.
With a frown I placed my hand on his head and rubbed his hair.
"Uww, sorry bud. But I cant today, but for sure tomorrow, ok?"
I watched Goten's face eagerly, hoping I didn't upset him. His eyes looked about he then hopped down from my bed.
"Ok"
I smiled largely, relieved he was ok with it, patting him on the back I watched him trot out of my room. I couldn't help but smile, but slowly I felt it drift away, my body felt weak as I slithered onto my cushioned chair. I felt myself seem to break into a heat flash, I felt my head pound as if someone were inside hy head pushing on my temples. I felt an ache in my right breast, slowly I slipped my left hand under my shirt and under my bra and cuffed my breast. Pushing on it lightly I tried to cover up the pain, small heavy breathes escaped my mouth when suddenly I heard my door open and someone pop their head in.
"Sad....."
I quickly yanked up my head to see Gohan staring at my with giant eyes, quickly I tried to yank my hand out from out of bra but it got couth between the wire and my rib. Gohan quickly looked away cursing at himself. I felt my face burn red, quickly I arched my back so that my body was straight and I could release my hand from its odd glove.
"Is it safe to look?"
I heard Gohan ask with a voice full of worry. I replied, my voice stuttering, I felt the pain in my chest leave and my hot flash vanish.
"Yes," I said clearing my throat in embarrassment, I then stood up quickly, combing my sides with fidgety fingers. Gohan was hardly looking at me, he seemed rather dismayed, I couldn't blame him, all I hopped was he wouldn't mention what he just saw, but Gohan's curiosity and concern would always take the best of him...or the worst.
"What....were you doing?"
He asked me slowly, he obviously slightly concerned, I wouldn't blame him.
"If that's ok for me to ask..."
I smiled at him lightly, "I was just....fixing something."
Gohan made his way toward me cautiously, he still didn't seem the same, why, I didn't want to know. He probably despised me beyond count, leaving me to number my blessings. Err, not much success with quantity.
I smile nervously, my thoughts drowning me in awkwardness. I saw Gohan smile brightly at me, a hand extended and laid on my shoulder, it squeezed lightly, I wanted to reach up my hand and lay it upon his, my hand lifted, all I could hear was the rustle of fabric from clothes. I didn't touch him.
I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted him to embrace him, I wanted to feel his warmth, and him tell me he loved me.
Selfish aren't I. Self desired, ill news to a boy whom simply just wants to live without a relationship. But some needs aren't self willed, they are conscious willed, something you cant control, something you cant tame. Like trying to hold back the tide. Suddenly I heard Gohan's voice speak, he caught my immediate attention.
"Well I am going to go out for a bit, find a job. Do you want me to pick you anything up in town?"
My eyes searched his, how long had he been talking to me? His smile gave me no comfort, for some reason I felt naked with him speaking to me. His hand on my shoulder. My eyes then fell upon my hands, white and dry from Clorox, I had been cleaning all day and the days before, my hands too covered in calluses from scrubbing the floors. I quickly tangled my hands together, to hide them, my eyes shot to Gohan.
"No thank you."
I felt Gohan's hand on my shoulder push down harder then lift up with him, he smiled and let out a laugh.
"Alright, I'll be back."
Disappearing too out the door I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my forehead, let out a sigh, I just wanted to sleep, the pain in my breast seemed to linger again. Easing the strange feeling would not be easy, the only remedy I could think of in my exhausted state was to shift my weary eyes out the window. It was snowing. Lightly yet in large flakes, accumulating to the dry yet cold ground and leaves and burying the old snow in gleefulness. It was so beautiful, I love snow, it had a presence to it that was so welcoming and calming. I wish it snowed all year round, to rest my mind of unpleasant thoughts and stress.
I clinch my breast again, it must be stress, my body must me overwhelmed of such unwavering stress and concentration that its straining me. Its only been one week, what will the rest of the time be like? I mustn't think of it so harshly, I am enjoying myself on the other hand. It is probably all to blame on my feelings for Gohan.
I smile lightly and get once more to my feet, strolling to the framed door that lay before me, silent and untouched. I press my hand on the nozzle and lead it ajar, pacing softly out into the small hall way, into the foyer that bisected the kitchen and livingroom, with the narrow staircase next to me. I hear ChiChi cooking, my eyes search to the clock, five O'clock, my eyes then travel to the window, it is growing dark, the coming moon and fading son taint the white snow with blue majesty. The chill of winter evening clinging to the windowsill. The warmth of the small livingroom fire giving off a cozey aroma.
My ears then pick up ChiChi's soft humming, and the sound of boiling water, she cooked today. That's funny, I had been cooking the rest of the week without any of her protests and now she is cooking? I dear hope she wasn't waiting on me.
I make my way to the kitchen, peeping in. I dare not disturb her, I better go read, not cause any interruption.
I stroll back to my room and close the door, my room is already faded from the outer light, I turn on the light that lay next to my chair. Scooping up my book and curl up on my bucket seat chair and read on. Yet my mind was else where, it was think of Gohan, his being, my being, I tried to compare us together. Nothing summed up right, like sticking an old mule with a quarter of a million dollar Warmblood. I let out a sigh and turned a page to this unmentionable book, page 180, it still didn't make sense. And why make any of it, just like trying to make any of me and Gohan, pointless and with no conclusion. I close the book again and plop it down on the small table next to me. I rest my lips upon my knuckles, keeping my mind off anything not worth thinking about. But my eyes travel back to the book, though I not move my head. A chance. A chance...that I might pick up that book again and keep reading. To see if the ending would come out against all odds, to see if it was truly worth just one last chance.
Slowly I lifted the book once more......and kept reading.
A/N: sooooooo, how did you like it? It was short I know, I did it all within one evening. By the way, if you don't get the very end, like with the book, her picking it up and wanting to go on, its basically comparing it to her and Gohan. So she is going to keep trying with Gohan, as she did with the book. Man, aren't you all glade DBZ is back on Cartoon Network! I came home from vacation and realized it! I was so happy! And did you see today's episode? (Wednesday) I really liked it for some reason, it had the better drawings, unlike Tuesdays, and I like the surprem kai! He is so cute! He is a mighty nice man...err....alien...um....kai. Yeah. Ahem. I will update soon, please review!!!!!
ME- sorry I haven't updates, I HAVE BEEN GONE, I am a very anti lazy person *snort* hehe, well hope you like this chappie! Oh and I tried to e-mail you the pics but it said your e-mail did not exist *shrug* so I don't know what to tell you.
Ghost Sister- here you are, knew chapter! Now be a good girl, read it, review it, and go have a bowl of Raman noodles! YUM!
Oh, by the way, this story was supposed to be italicize, but I have my story in text, so it wont come in like I typed it.
Chapter 15: Dazzling the Mind With Fairytales and Tussles
'I winced my eyes and looked up from my novel, an unwavering buzz sound had been tickling the back of my mind for the past two minutes, my eyes came to the window that lay next to my head where I sat upon my round chair in the corner of my room. A fly; trapped behind the mini blinds trying to release itself from its strange embrace, its humming wings tapping and vibrating the thin plastic. A felt a sigh escape my chest as I stood to my feet, facing the window, I lay my book upon the chair; it isn't that good, I could easily be interrupted by it just to release a fly from its absurd prison. I lifted my fingers to the string that pulled up the blinds, pulling it downward the plastic crept up, letting the sunlight from outside slowly walk up my chest and then stand upon my face. I couldn't hep but squint at the bright mid day light, I let out another sigh of irritation. I don't know where the fly went.
Its been eight days since I first came here, I suppose I live here. I go to school with Gohan, I come back 'home' with Gohan. All the same I suppose. I wish to get another job, I want to work with orphan children, to get on field work with psychology, which I want to major in. But its been impossible to come across.
Though I find it hard staying here, due to uncomfortable reasons, I love it. I feel safe and needed. I help ChiChi with the cooking and cleaning, I am sure she much appreciates it, I help Goten with training and learning educates [laughs] he is so cute. And then Gohan......he....he is my true core to happiness, when he smiles at me, talks to me, interacts. Yet. For a few days now, he has been acting strange, almost..distant? Yes I suppose it is distant.
He seems hesitant to talking to me deeply, he never seems at all eager to touch me, though that is fine if he doesn't, its just....strange.'
I jumped lightly when I heard a knock at my door, quickly I looked to the door and lifted my brows, I then herd Goten's voice.
"Hey Sadi! Can I come in?"
I smiled softly at his request and with pleasure, made my way to the door opening it and looking down upon the small boy.
"Hello Goten, sure you can come in."
My voice felt shaky, even though I held a smile and joyful voice, why?
Goten walked in past me and hopped on my bed looking about curiously, I closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
"What's up?"
Goten looked quickly at me, sucking on his lower lips, his eyes wide and full of curiosity.
"I just wanted to know if you'll train with me. Will you?"
He ended his sentence with big bold words, it made me smile. So typical. So cute. He would ask me to train with him like this everyday so far, normally I would gladly say yes but today I didn't feel like myself.
With a frown I placed my hand on his head and rubbed his hair.
"Uww, sorry bud. But I cant today, but for sure tomorrow, ok?"
I watched Goten's face eagerly, hoping I didn't upset him. His eyes looked about he then hopped down from my bed.
"Ok"
I smiled largely, relieved he was ok with it, patting him on the back I watched him trot out of my room. I couldn't help but smile, but slowly I felt it drift away, my body felt weak as I slithered onto my cushioned chair. I felt myself seem to break into a heat flash, I felt my head pound as if someone were inside hy head pushing on my temples. I felt an ache in my right breast, slowly I slipped my left hand under my shirt and under my bra and cuffed my breast. Pushing on it lightly I tried to cover up the pain, small heavy breathes escaped my mouth when suddenly I heard my door open and someone pop their head in.
"Sad....."
I quickly yanked up my head to see Gohan staring at my with giant eyes, quickly I tried to yank my hand out from out of bra but it got couth between the wire and my rib. Gohan quickly looked away cursing at himself. I felt my face burn red, quickly I arched my back so that my body was straight and I could release my hand from its odd glove.
"Is it safe to look?"
I heard Gohan ask with a voice full of worry. I replied, my voice stuttering, I felt the pain in my chest leave and my hot flash vanish.
"Yes," I said clearing my throat in embarrassment, I then stood up quickly, combing my sides with fidgety fingers. Gohan was hardly looking at me, he seemed rather dismayed, I couldn't blame him, all I hopped was he wouldn't mention what he just saw, but Gohan's curiosity and concern would always take the best of him...or the worst.
"What....were you doing?"
He asked me slowly, he obviously slightly concerned, I wouldn't blame him.
"If that's ok for me to ask..."
I smiled at him lightly, "I was just....fixing something."
Gohan made his way toward me cautiously, he still didn't seem the same, why, I didn't want to know. He probably despised me beyond count, leaving me to number my blessings. Err, not much success with quantity.
I smile nervously, my thoughts drowning me in awkwardness. I saw Gohan smile brightly at me, a hand extended and laid on my shoulder, it squeezed lightly, I wanted to reach up my hand and lay it upon his, my hand lifted, all I could hear was the rustle of fabric from clothes. I didn't touch him.
I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted him to embrace him, I wanted to feel his warmth, and him tell me he loved me.
Selfish aren't I. Self desired, ill news to a boy whom simply just wants to live without a relationship. But some needs aren't self willed, they are conscious willed, something you cant control, something you cant tame. Like trying to hold back the tide. Suddenly I heard Gohan's voice speak, he caught my immediate attention.
"Well I am going to go out for a bit, find a job. Do you want me to pick you anything up in town?"
My eyes searched his, how long had he been talking to me? His smile gave me no comfort, for some reason I felt naked with him speaking to me. His hand on my shoulder. My eyes then fell upon my hands, white and dry from Clorox, I had been cleaning all day and the days before, my hands too covered in calluses from scrubbing the floors. I quickly tangled my hands together, to hide them, my eyes shot to Gohan.
"No thank you."
I felt Gohan's hand on my shoulder push down harder then lift up with him, he smiled and let out a laugh.
"Alright, I'll be back."
Disappearing too out the door I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my forehead, let out a sigh, I just wanted to sleep, the pain in my breast seemed to linger again. Easing the strange feeling would not be easy, the only remedy I could think of in my exhausted state was to shift my weary eyes out the window. It was snowing. Lightly yet in large flakes, accumulating to the dry yet cold ground and leaves and burying the old snow in gleefulness. It was so beautiful, I love snow, it had a presence to it that was so welcoming and calming. I wish it snowed all year round, to rest my mind of unpleasant thoughts and stress.
I clinch my breast again, it must be stress, my body must me overwhelmed of such unwavering stress and concentration that its straining me. Its only been one week, what will the rest of the time be like? I mustn't think of it so harshly, I am enjoying myself on the other hand. It is probably all to blame on my feelings for Gohan.
I smile lightly and get once more to my feet, strolling to the framed door that lay before me, silent and untouched. I press my hand on the nozzle and lead it ajar, pacing softly out into the small hall way, into the foyer that bisected the kitchen and livingroom, with the narrow staircase next to me. I hear ChiChi cooking, my eyes search to the clock, five O'clock, my eyes then travel to the window, it is growing dark, the coming moon and fading son taint the white snow with blue majesty. The chill of winter evening clinging to the windowsill. The warmth of the small livingroom fire giving off a cozey aroma.
My ears then pick up ChiChi's soft humming, and the sound of boiling water, she cooked today. That's funny, I had been cooking the rest of the week without any of her protests and now she is cooking? I dear hope she wasn't waiting on me.
I make my way to the kitchen, peeping in. I dare not disturb her, I better go read, not cause any interruption.
I stroll back to my room and close the door, my room is already faded from the outer light, I turn on the light that lay next to my chair. Scooping up my book and curl up on my bucket seat chair and read on. Yet my mind was else where, it was think of Gohan, his being, my being, I tried to compare us together. Nothing summed up right, like sticking an old mule with a quarter of a million dollar Warmblood. I let out a sigh and turned a page to this unmentionable book, page 180, it still didn't make sense. And why make any of it, just like trying to make any of me and Gohan, pointless and with no conclusion. I close the book again and plop it down on the small table next to me. I rest my lips upon my knuckles, keeping my mind off anything not worth thinking about. But my eyes travel back to the book, though I not move my head. A chance. A chance...that I might pick up that book again and keep reading. To see if the ending would come out against all odds, to see if it was truly worth just one last chance.
Slowly I lifted the book once more......and kept reading.
A/N: sooooooo, how did you like it? It was short I know, I did it all within one evening. By the way, if you don't get the very end, like with the book, her picking it up and wanting to go on, its basically comparing it to her and Gohan. So she is going to keep trying with Gohan, as she did with the book. Man, aren't you all glade DBZ is back on Cartoon Network! I came home from vacation and realized it! I was so happy! And did you see today's episode? (Wednesday) I really liked it for some reason, it had the better drawings, unlike Tuesdays, and I like the surprem kai! He is so cute! He is a mighty nice man...err....alien...um....kai. Yeah. Ahem. I will update soon, please review!!!!!