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Chapter 5
The Compromise
"Oh, not much, you?"
"Same, pretty dull over here."
"Still raking away the cherry blossoms?"
"Hey, they take a while!"
Pan chuckled lightly into the phone held up to her ear, light brown eyes looking up at the cracked ceiling of her room, with her midnight-colored hair tumbling around her face and shoulders. Her knees were propped slightly; one arm was thrown carelessly across her stomach, the other holding the phone, while she lay on her small bed, talking a bit here and there.
"I know, I know, joking. The summer's just beginning, and school will soon be peering over my shoulder and laughing behind my back. So before it steals my company, any idea when you're going to be back in the city?" She asked poetically, albeit a little strangely, and tilted her head to the side, though he couldn't see it.
His voice echoed after hers, answering, "Well, I'm chained to the floor here for another two weeks, but after that, I'll be back. Any plans?"
"Not anymore." She answered, a smile in her voice, though, truthfully, she hadn't to begin with.
An amused chuckle followed, then, "Well, I'll take you out to Ben's Café, how's that sound? I'm not rich and I'm not one to take people out on fancy dinners, so."
"Oh, it's fine." She was slightly disappointed at that, being one that was extremely flattered by expensive dinners and formal restaurants. But a coffee was good every now and then, she would settle for the café.
"Hey, listen, I gotta get going." He said awkwardly and quickly.
Pan blinked, her mouth forming a small 'o', and tilted her head again, but didn't ask.
"Ok, I'll talk to you later, Trunks."
"Mhmm, love you, Pan."
"Ok. Bye."
-Click-
The bedazzled teen clicked the 'Off' button on the phone, and let that arm, phone still in hand, fall upon her other, across her stomach, and stared vacantly up at the ceiling.
He had been doing that a lot lately. Telling her that he loved her. Not that she didn't believe him; sure, she knew he felt at least a small something for her. But whether she felt the same way picked at her mind day and night, wondering, pondering, thinking, feeling.hoping.that she loved him. She saw those words as words not to be taken lightly, or without deep thought on the matter.
She had never told anyone that she loved them, not in that way. She made a vow to herself when her parents divorced to wait until she was positively sure before she told someone she loved them. She would learn from her mother's mistake.
"Hey, I have a business dinner with the boss. Pizza's on the counter, help yourself, Pan, alright?"
Caramel brown eyes glanced over, before turning her head, to see her father, one hand on the side of the doorway, poking his head in, and giving her a distant look. She nodded slowly.
He focused, and grinned, the grin that had been passed down through her family for so long, and the grin she had not found reason to wear in so long.
Not even now, that Trunks was in her life.
She noticed her father was gone, her doorway opened a crack, and she stared at it, mouth open in slight surprise, but she wasn't sure what.
He reminded her of someone, Trunks. He had since she had first met him on that bus. His eyes, his hair, that look he gave, that's what she liked. But they hadn't been his to begin with, had they. They belonged to the stranger in the park. Except, the stranger's.they were so much.better, stronger, she wasn't sure.
Dark eyebrows furrowed in a glare at the door as Pan sat up quickly, hopping out of bed, her long hair flowing around behind her as she briskly made her way out of the room. Crossing the kitchen, she looked around for her jacket, paused, and then groaned, deciding to just forget it. Summer nights were cold, but she would live.
Not even realizing her license was gone, she stalked out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.
She would go to the park that night.
She would see.
If the stranger was there again, she would know if she was in love with Trunks. She would know if it's because he stole the girl's eyes, or if she loved him individually.
Tonight, she would know.
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Aqua and turquoise eyes flicked over the park, a searching look in them, and several strands of deeper, matching hair falling over those eyes that belonged to the face of Bra. She was leaning against the inside of the fence of the park, arms folded loosely in front of her, the midnight mist swirling eerily about her.
She came every night to the park. Not only to look for Pan, but because she was actually starting to enjoy it. She felt like she didn't belong at home nowadays, and so often spent her time outside, around the city, and at her favorite loitering spot, that very park.
Not that she was permanently thrown from her home, of course not, that was the job of her brother. As this thought struck her, she snickered slightly, showing a face of disgust instantly, before relaxing it again. Yes, her brother.what did he have to do with Pan? He was up to something, she knew it, and she wasn't going to let that rat waste her girl away.
Her girl.she mused quietly, eyebrows rising. She had unconsciously come to call her that, mostly because she considered Pan hers, and no one else's, and she wasn't going to let some vampire feed off her to death, or a human to win her affections. No, she had bigger, better plans for Pan, some that-
Well, speak of the devil.
There she was, caramel eyes and raven hair, no jacket this time (Bra laughed softly, she was wearing it) and looking around carefully. Paranoia was evident in her face, though fear was not present, and Bra admired this momentarily.
Then she saw her,
God, those eyes.she had stopped there in her tracks, unmoving, eyes slightly wide, but her face set, as she stared unblinkingly at Bra. And the vampire stared back.
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There she was.
A beautiful blend of aqua, turquoise, and teal, wonderfully stranded together in bangs, then falling to her shoulders, curling very slightly at the end. Her skin was pale, a nice off-white, almost like albino, and soft, cool. Though her skin was almost albino, her eyes were not red. No, far from it. They were and more beautiful than her hair, endless voids that seemed to swallow her in, and shove her away at the same time.
Pan gulped, finding herself describing the stranger again in her head, her night colored bangs falling into place, slightly over her eyes, though she didn't move.
The stranger was approaching her. She was walking towards Pan, and what did the dark-haired teen do? Nothing, positively nothing. She stood there, and watched, as the ocean-eyed girl loomed closer to her, the mist, as if following, growing thicker by the second.
"I believe, this is yours?" came a voice, flowing like water through Pan's consciousness, a smooth, resonant, sound, that didn't falter, hesitate, or break. She realized this belonged to the girl. And the girl was holding up an I.D.
She gulped again, tearing her eyes from the one before her; to the I.D. she was holding. It was Pan's.
"Bra." Came the voice again, followed by a winter-fresh smirk. She slid her fingers around Pan's left hand, and held it upwards, palm facing the sky, and placed the I.D. into the taller girl's hand. Her fingers were cold, and ice-like, yet, Pan wanted them to linger on her skin. And as if they heard her, those fingers did linger, before slipping away to fold, causing Pan's limp arm to fall to her side, clutching the I.D. firmly.
"P-Pardon?" she finally found her voice.
"Bra, my name is Bra. You're Pan, right?" Bra raised an eyebrow questioningly, though she knew the answer.
"How did you know?"
Another cool, alluring smirk and she nodded her head towards the I.D.
"Wasn't too hard to read."
"I-I have to go now.thank you."
Pan spun around, her hair flowing and falling around her shoulders, and started off. But before she could take more than two steps, she felt two arms slide precariously around her stomach from behind, and froze as they wrapped and settled there, a cold, and yet, warm body pressing into her back.
She felt Bra's chin rest casually on her right shoulder, and started whispering in her ear, in a language, not familiar to Pan, some sort of chant.
At first, Pan couldn't move out of surprise, but now, she literally could not move. And after a few seconds, she found she didn't want to. Her body unwillingly relaxed, then slumped, falling lifelessly against Bra, who supported the dark-haired girl easily.
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The vampire slowly got onto the ground, on her knees, and laid Pan against her, letting the hug that had captured her find fall loose. The cool smirk never left her face as one arm rose to brush aside the veil of midnight black hair, and tilted her victim's head slightly to the side, showing her neck.
Bra closed her eyes and leaned in, breathing in the musky, salty smell of the skin, and with her enhanced senses, the sweet, dark blood underneath, just waiting for her.
Her mouth opened slightly, hot breath reaching Pan's neck, and fangs were now visible, long and sharp now that they were out fully. She loomed in closer, her canines so close to Pan's skin, less than millimeters away.
A snapping, lightning streak shot through Bra's mind, and her head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise and in slight anger, as she looked around quickly. There was another vampire near, very near, and her senses were going wild.
She glanced down at Pan's eyes, still open, wide, and tan, but empty. She was in a sleep-like trance, though her eyes remained open, and she would soon rouse from it, if Bra did not hurry.
The aqua-haired teen growled in frustration, scooting back and gently laying Pan back onto the sidewalk, and stood up quickly, looking around.
Maybe the vampire had left, or was just passing by-
Bra never saw it coming, but felt the immense impact as she was instantly tackled, and with a small cry, she flew backwards, hitting the ground with a sharp scrape, and skid across the road a few feet, the invading vampire on top of her.
The imposture grabbed her wrists in a vice like grip and slammed them to the ground, straddling her hips and placing their knees on either side of her, trapping her.
She cried out in frustration, her fangs showing instinctively now to ward off an enemy, and her eyes, which had been closed, now snapped openly in a glare, seeing the face of her attacker.
When she saw, her anger only flared.
"Trunks?!"
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He smirked down cruelly at his sister underneath him, and chuckled gruffly. He knew Bra was much stronger than him, but he was always the faster one, that had already been proved.
The former was proved, too, as she cried out again angrily and wrenched her hands from the ground, wound up quickly, and threw a solid punch to his stomach.
The wind was forced from his lungs as he was lunged backwards, off of her, and was sent rolling back towards the sidewalk, out of breath and bruised. He heard more growling as the aqua-haired girl got up and stomped over to him, "You made me lose my catch! Idiot!!" and kicked him roughly in the side, flipping him over.
She crossed her arms, looking around, but knowing Pan was long gone, and glared at him, "What are you doing here anyway, you rat!"
"Hey! Don't complain to me about losing catches, she was mine first!!"
"What?! You lie!"
"I do not!!"
"Do, too!!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do, not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do, not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Shut up! Grr, listen, she likes me, she doesn't even know you! What chance do you have?"
"A better one than you! I saw her first, and she obviously likes me!"
They both glared at each other now in an eerie silence, the yelling subsiding, and the night was covered in a blanket of quiet that it had not yet ever seen, before the crickets and birds, and the usual nightly sounds returned.
When anger had subsided, and cool annoyance existed, Trunks folded his arms and offered a cool smirk, much like his sister's, and said quietly, "An idea has struck me, dear sister."
"Oh, it DOES have a brain." she replied sarcastically.
"In the mood for a bit of fun? A challenge?" he said, ignoring her reply.
Bra raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, "Go on."
"First one to win Pan's affections get her. Deal?"
Bra blinked, and glared at him again, "What do you mean, 'win Pan's affections'?"
"I mean, whoever she falls in love with first. Whoever she says, 'I love you' to first, they will when, and the other will back off, deal?"
"That's hardly a challenge."
He smirked again, shrugging, "Well, I have a head start, you know. She knows me, likes me, and is probably scared half to death of you by now."
Bra pondered this for a while, and then said slowly, "Any rules?"
"If Pan is about to say it to one of us, the other cannot interrupt in an attempt to cheat. And perhaps we should add a time limit.one month. If one of us doesn't win her in one month, we have a duel, and the winner gets Pan."
"What sort of duel?"
"To the death."
It was Bra's turn to smirk now, "Now you're talking my language."
"So? Deal?"
"Deal."
End of Chapter 5
Hope everyone liked it, enjoy, and keep reviewing.
Kitsune
Latest chapter everyone, thanks for the reviews. I'll update as soon as I can.
Chapter 5
The Compromise
"Oh, not much, you?"
"Same, pretty dull over here."
"Still raking away the cherry blossoms?"
"Hey, they take a while!"
Pan chuckled lightly into the phone held up to her ear, light brown eyes looking up at the cracked ceiling of her room, with her midnight-colored hair tumbling around her face and shoulders. Her knees were propped slightly; one arm was thrown carelessly across her stomach, the other holding the phone, while she lay on her small bed, talking a bit here and there.
"I know, I know, joking. The summer's just beginning, and school will soon be peering over my shoulder and laughing behind my back. So before it steals my company, any idea when you're going to be back in the city?" She asked poetically, albeit a little strangely, and tilted her head to the side, though he couldn't see it.
His voice echoed after hers, answering, "Well, I'm chained to the floor here for another two weeks, but after that, I'll be back. Any plans?"
"Not anymore." She answered, a smile in her voice, though, truthfully, she hadn't to begin with.
An amused chuckle followed, then, "Well, I'll take you out to Ben's Café, how's that sound? I'm not rich and I'm not one to take people out on fancy dinners, so."
"Oh, it's fine." She was slightly disappointed at that, being one that was extremely flattered by expensive dinners and formal restaurants. But a coffee was good every now and then, she would settle for the café.
"Hey, listen, I gotta get going." He said awkwardly and quickly.
Pan blinked, her mouth forming a small 'o', and tilted her head again, but didn't ask.
"Ok, I'll talk to you later, Trunks."
"Mhmm, love you, Pan."
"Ok. Bye."
-Click-
The bedazzled teen clicked the 'Off' button on the phone, and let that arm, phone still in hand, fall upon her other, across her stomach, and stared vacantly up at the ceiling.
He had been doing that a lot lately. Telling her that he loved her. Not that she didn't believe him; sure, she knew he felt at least a small something for her. But whether she felt the same way picked at her mind day and night, wondering, pondering, thinking, feeling.hoping.that she loved him. She saw those words as words not to be taken lightly, or without deep thought on the matter.
She had never told anyone that she loved them, not in that way. She made a vow to herself when her parents divorced to wait until she was positively sure before she told someone she loved them. She would learn from her mother's mistake.
"Hey, I have a business dinner with the boss. Pizza's on the counter, help yourself, Pan, alright?"
Caramel brown eyes glanced over, before turning her head, to see her father, one hand on the side of the doorway, poking his head in, and giving her a distant look. She nodded slowly.
He focused, and grinned, the grin that had been passed down through her family for so long, and the grin she had not found reason to wear in so long.
Not even now, that Trunks was in her life.
She noticed her father was gone, her doorway opened a crack, and she stared at it, mouth open in slight surprise, but she wasn't sure what.
He reminded her of someone, Trunks. He had since she had first met him on that bus. His eyes, his hair, that look he gave, that's what she liked. But they hadn't been his to begin with, had they. They belonged to the stranger in the park. Except, the stranger's.they were so much.better, stronger, she wasn't sure.
Dark eyebrows furrowed in a glare at the door as Pan sat up quickly, hopping out of bed, her long hair flowing around behind her as she briskly made her way out of the room. Crossing the kitchen, she looked around for her jacket, paused, and then groaned, deciding to just forget it. Summer nights were cold, but she would live.
Not even realizing her license was gone, she stalked out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.
She would go to the park that night.
She would see.
If the stranger was there again, she would know if she was in love with Trunks. She would know if it's because he stole the girl's eyes, or if she loved him individually.
Tonight, she would know.
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Aqua and turquoise eyes flicked over the park, a searching look in them, and several strands of deeper, matching hair falling over those eyes that belonged to the face of Bra. She was leaning against the inside of the fence of the park, arms folded loosely in front of her, the midnight mist swirling eerily about her.
She came every night to the park. Not only to look for Pan, but because she was actually starting to enjoy it. She felt like she didn't belong at home nowadays, and so often spent her time outside, around the city, and at her favorite loitering spot, that very park.
Not that she was permanently thrown from her home, of course not, that was the job of her brother. As this thought struck her, she snickered slightly, showing a face of disgust instantly, before relaxing it again. Yes, her brother.what did he have to do with Pan? He was up to something, she knew it, and she wasn't going to let that rat waste her girl away.
Her girl.she mused quietly, eyebrows rising. She had unconsciously come to call her that, mostly because she considered Pan hers, and no one else's, and she wasn't going to let some vampire feed off her to death, or a human to win her affections. No, she had bigger, better plans for Pan, some that-
Well, speak of the devil.
There she was, caramel eyes and raven hair, no jacket this time (Bra laughed softly, she was wearing it) and looking around carefully. Paranoia was evident in her face, though fear was not present, and Bra admired this momentarily.
Then she saw her,
God, those eyes.she had stopped there in her tracks, unmoving, eyes slightly wide, but her face set, as she stared unblinkingly at Bra. And the vampire stared back.
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There she was.
A beautiful blend of aqua, turquoise, and teal, wonderfully stranded together in bangs, then falling to her shoulders, curling very slightly at the end. Her skin was pale, a nice off-white, almost like albino, and soft, cool. Though her skin was almost albino, her eyes were not red. No, far from it. They were and more beautiful than her hair, endless voids that seemed to swallow her in, and shove her away at the same time.
Pan gulped, finding herself describing the stranger again in her head, her night colored bangs falling into place, slightly over her eyes, though she didn't move.
The stranger was approaching her. She was walking towards Pan, and what did the dark-haired teen do? Nothing, positively nothing. She stood there, and watched, as the ocean-eyed girl loomed closer to her, the mist, as if following, growing thicker by the second.
"I believe, this is yours?" came a voice, flowing like water through Pan's consciousness, a smooth, resonant, sound, that didn't falter, hesitate, or break. She realized this belonged to the girl. And the girl was holding up an I.D.
She gulped again, tearing her eyes from the one before her; to the I.D. she was holding. It was Pan's.
"Bra." Came the voice again, followed by a winter-fresh smirk. She slid her fingers around Pan's left hand, and held it upwards, palm facing the sky, and placed the I.D. into the taller girl's hand. Her fingers were cold, and ice-like, yet, Pan wanted them to linger on her skin. And as if they heard her, those fingers did linger, before slipping away to fold, causing Pan's limp arm to fall to her side, clutching the I.D. firmly.
"P-Pardon?" she finally found her voice.
"Bra, my name is Bra. You're Pan, right?" Bra raised an eyebrow questioningly, though she knew the answer.
"How did you know?"
Another cool, alluring smirk and she nodded her head towards the I.D.
"Wasn't too hard to read."
"I-I have to go now.thank you."
Pan spun around, her hair flowing and falling around her shoulders, and started off. But before she could take more than two steps, she felt two arms slide precariously around her stomach from behind, and froze as they wrapped and settled there, a cold, and yet, warm body pressing into her back.
She felt Bra's chin rest casually on her right shoulder, and started whispering in her ear, in a language, not familiar to Pan, some sort of chant.
At first, Pan couldn't move out of surprise, but now, she literally could not move. And after a few seconds, she found she didn't want to. Her body unwillingly relaxed, then slumped, falling lifelessly against Bra, who supported the dark-haired girl easily.
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The vampire slowly got onto the ground, on her knees, and laid Pan against her, letting the hug that had captured her find fall loose. The cool smirk never left her face as one arm rose to brush aside the veil of midnight black hair, and tilted her victim's head slightly to the side, showing her neck.
Bra closed her eyes and leaned in, breathing in the musky, salty smell of the skin, and with her enhanced senses, the sweet, dark blood underneath, just waiting for her.
Her mouth opened slightly, hot breath reaching Pan's neck, and fangs were now visible, long and sharp now that they were out fully. She loomed in closer, her canines so close to Pan's skin, less than millimeters away.
A snapping, lightning streak shot through Bra's mind, and her head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise and in slight anger, as she looked around quickly. There was another vampire near, very near, and her senses were going wild.
She glanced down at Pan's eyes, still open, wide, and tan, but empty. She was in a sleep-like trance, though her eyes remained open, and she would soon rouse from it, if Bra did not hurry.
The aqua-haired teen growled in frustration, scooting back and gently laying Pan back onto the sidewalk, and stood up quickly, looking around.
Maybe the vampire had left, or was just passing by-
Bra never saw it coming, but felt the immense impact as she was instantly tackled, and with a small cry, she flew backwards, hitting the ground with a sharp scrape, and skid across the road a few feet, the invading vampire on top of her.
The imposture grabbed her wrists in a vice like grip and slammed them to the ground, straddling her hips and placing their knees on either side of her, trapping her.
She cried out in frustration, her fangs showing instinctively now to ward off an enemy, and her eyes, which had been closed, now snapped openly in a glare, seeing the face of her attacker.
When she saw, her anger only flared.
"Trunks?!"
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He smirked down cruelly at his sister underneath him, and chuckled gruffly. He knew Bra was much stronger than him, but he was always the faster one, that had already been proved.
The former was proved, too, as she cried out again angrily and wrenched her hands from the ground, wound up quickly, and threw a solid punch to his stomach.
The wind was forced from his lungs as he was lunged backwards, off of her, and was sent rolling back towards the sidewalk, out of breath and bruised. He heard more growling as the aqua-haired girl got up and stomped over to him, "You made me lose my catch! Idiot!!" and kicked him roughly in the side, flipping him over.
She crossed her arms, looking around, but knowing Pan was long gone, and glared at him, "What are you doing here anyway, you rat!"
"Hey! Don't complain to me about losing catches, she was mine first!!"
"What?! You lie!"
"I do not!!"
"Do, too!!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do, not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do, not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Do not!"
"Do, too!"
"Shut up! Grr, listen, she likes me, she doesn't even know you! What chance do you have?"
"A better one than you! I saw her first, and she obviously likes me!"
They both glared at each other now in an eerie silence, the yelling subsiding, and the night was covered in a blanket of quiet that it had not yet ever seen, before the crickets and birds, and the usual nightly sounds returned.
When anger had subsided, and cool annoyance existed, Trunks folded his arms and offered a cool smirk, much like his sister's, and said quietly, "An idea has struck me, dear sister."
"Oh, it DOES have a brain." she replied sarcastically.
"In the mood for a bit of fun? A challenge?" he said, ignoring her reply.
Bra raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, "Go on."
"First one to win Pan's affections get her. Deal?"
Bra blinked, and glared at him again, "What do you mean, 'win Pan's affections'?"
"I mean, whoever she falls in love with first. Whoever she says, 'I love you' to first, they will when, and the other will back off, deal?"
"That's hardly a challenge."
He smirked again, shrugging, "Well, I have a head start, you know. She knows me, likes me, and is probably scared half to death of you by now."
Bra pondered this for a while, and then said slowly, "Any rules?"
"If Pan is about to say it to one of us, the other cannot interrupt in an attempt to cheat. And perhaps we should add a time limit.one month. If one of us doesn't win her in one month, we have a duel, and the winner gets Pan."
"What sort of duel?"
"To the death."
It was Bra's turn to smirk now, "Now you're talking my language."
"So? Deal?"
"Deal."
End of Chapter 5
Hope everyone liked it, enjoy, and keep reviewing.
Kitsune
