Trunks' Revenge
The next day, Mike was glad to see Serina wasn't in class. He even gave a sigh of relief as Trunks passed by, glaring at him with extreme hatred.
" Where's the wench? Visiting the morgue?" Mike asked proudly. He sounded absolutely thrilled by the idea. He laughed stupidly, ignoring the fact that Trunks' back went suddenly rigid, the anger seeming to surround him. He turned abruptly and walked back to the still laughing Mike. Trunks' scowl distorted his usually handsome face as he stared him down.
" You think you're out of the woods already?" Trunks said in a low, dangerous growl. He didn't need to raise his usually calm voice, because just the sound of it could shake someone to the brink of crying, " Don't think you're home free yet, dumb ass, because you have me to worry about now," and to emphasize his point, Trunks grabbed Mike's collar, " And if you ever pull a dirty stunt like that, I'll kill you."
Mike looked scared, but it didn't stop him from saying what he had to say.
" You don't have your girlfriend here to defend you," Mike forced out, trying to sound threatening, though his voice was unusually high pitched, Trunks' grip was rather tight, "I'd watch my temper if I were you."
" What are you gonna do?" asked Trunks with a bitter laugh, " You can't do a thing. You have nothing on me."
Mike seemed to have gotten his nerve back. He had a knowing face that only infuriated Trunks more.
" What would you do if your girlfriend died?" he asked out of the blue. Trunks' scowl deepened.
" What the hell are you talking about?" he growled even lower.
" What would you do," Mike asked again, " What if she died and left you all alone? Would you cry?"
" What do you mean, Mike? This isn't the best time to mess with me." he shook him so hard that it made Mike flinch. But he smirked all the same. He was psyching Trunks out. That was his goal: to put Trunks threw as much pain as possible.
" What if I told you that you were wasting time talking to me?" he said roughly.
" Mike, you're really pushing it." Trunks warned, though his voice was becoming scared. Mike took the advantage.
" Well, I know that Serina's in her dorm right now. A friend saw you leave last night. So I decided to pay her back." His smirk spread into a ghastly smile, " I thought a couple of my friend would like a go at her, you know. I only meant fighting, but who knows what could be happening right now."
Trunks let go of Mike's shirt as the reality of the situation sank in. He backed away, tearing his gaze away from Mike's. He turned around and broke into a run, sending the books he was holding flying everywhere. He didn't look back as Mike laughed cruelly. ' Ohh, he's gonna pay later.' he thought as he made his way towards Serina's dorm.
Trunks appeared no more than a slight blur to the untrained eye as he turned the corner of the hall that lead to Serina's dorm. He tried not to think of the things that Mike's little posse could be doing to Serina at that moment. With that, the anger boiled in him even more.
When he got to her room, Trunks found the door already broken into. There he found Serina, clasping at her side and was standing rather shakily. She was trying to fight them off by herself!
Trunks quickly looked at her injuries. Her face was slightly bruised and her lip was bleeding. In her weakened condition, she was no match for the eight guys there. A bloody pipe was being held by one of Mike's henchman, and Trunks started after him. No one even noticed Trunks was there. A sneak attack would be best.
But a cry of pain tore his attention from grabbing and beating the pipe guy up. Another guy was trying to force himself on Serina. But the cries of pain weren't coming from her; they were coming from her attacker. She punched him off rather easily and got back up.
" Hmm, maybe we should do this in a group effort?" a guy suggested, licking his lips with anticipation. Others nodded in agreement. Serina scowled
" Come near me, and I'll rip off your 'thing.'" She said angrily, nodding below the belt, and many covered themselves. After seeing her in action, they believed she was perfectly able to do so. But the one who spoke smirked.
" I don't think so, you--"
But the guy never finished. The group heard a deep growl and then turned around to see one angry dude. Trunks' scowl returned as he clenched his fists. Immediately, guys around the room shrank back. There was something extremely unnerving about the way he stared around at each and every one of them, as if seeing what way would be best to kill them all.
" Trunks!" Serina panted out, " G-get away! Are you crazy?"
But it was too late. They were after Trunks now, though rather cautiously. He just simply pummeled through them, knocking guys left and right. He then threw them out into the hall with no effort at all. Being half saiyan, it was easy to take the whole group down. He watched them all fly out of sight before turning to check on Serina.
" Are you ok?" he asked her gently, a huge contrast to what he sounded like a moment ago. He stared at her worriedly.
" Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit tiered." She said as she toppled onto a wall. He rushed to help her out. He placed a supporting hand under her forearm.
" Here." he said as he gave her a tissue. She applied it to her lip thankfully. An awkward silence overcame them for a moment or so.
" You're sure you're alright?" he asked again, brushing the stray hairs away from her face.
" Trunks, I'm fine. Thanks to you, they didn't succeed in what they set out to do." she shuddered for a moment. Trunks' eyes flared at the mere thought of her being abused in any way.
" I think I'll go find that little prat. I'll kill him." he said in a low growl. Serina gave him a look.
" Mike?" she verified, and Trunks nodded his head, " Trunks, you're not thinking clearly. Go to class and think about what you're going to do. If you fight him, I'll kill you. Promise me you won't go near him?"
" Serina, I want to give Mike what he has coming to him, that's all," he said innocently, " Even if I rip out his voice box in the process."
" Trunks." she said warily, " Promise me!" She gazed deeply into his eyes. Hers were shiny, almost pleadingly. He sighed.
" All right.I won't do anything I'll regret later." he said at last. It seemed good enough for Serina. She pressed her face into Trunks' chest and breathed deeply. She wasn't feeling real good at that moment.
" Serina?" Trunks asked. He held her a little more firmly as he looked down at her. She looked up, her face a little paler than usual, but as pretty as always despite the bruises. She smiled at him weakly.
"I'm just a bit nauseous, that's all." She said softly, "You worry about me too much. It's not good for you, ya know." He smiled down at her and held her close. He buried his face in her hair and smelled it lightly. The scent was rather intoxicating.
" Can you blame me?" he asked, barely above a whisper, " You scare me sometimes.I'm only starting to feel happy again, and if you left.I don't know what I'd do." He felt her arms tighten as her face pressed into his neck.
" I know how you feel.sometimes I think you're the only person who could ever make me happy." He gazed down at the top of her head. He thought deeply on what she said. He enjoyed taking away her pain, making her happy again.
" Well then, I guess I love being the one to make you smile." He said simply, " I want you to sleep. Now." He placed her on the couch as she gave a sigh.
" All right, but remember what you promised." She said.
" Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later." And with that, he left.
Serina said not to kill Mike, but that didn't mean that Trunks had to stand by and let him get away with it.
Trunks waited through all of his classes with as much patience as he possibly could. In the class he had with Mike, it took him all his will power not to strangle him then and there. He couldn't concentrate, even during ballet. Only thoughts of how he was going to make Mike pay plagued his mind. He jumped as soon as the professor excused them to let them out.
As soon as he was out in the halls, Trunks searched the halls for Mike. He found him bragging to his friends about how he hurt Serina. ' He won't be bragging for long.' Trunks thought angrily.
Trunks followed Mike out the doors of OSU. (Orange Star University, I'm tiered of typing it out.) He was heading off campus. 'What is he doing?' Trunks thought as he followed him to the same patch of woods that he fought Serina at. Obviously, Mike was there for something. Who would go to the woods for no apparent reason?
Trunks question was soon answered. A shadowy figure came closer to Mike, a hood covering his face. Trunks quickly dove behind a tree, preparing to listen.
" You got it?" Mike asked, holding out his hand expectantly.
" Yeah," responded a deep, raspy voice, " Do you have the money?"
" Of course!" Mike snapped, " Are you sure that this will help me get stronger? I want to kill that wench and make her pay for what she did to my reputation."
" This girl, Serina, you said her name was?" he asked, and Mike nodded, " Well, she sounds rather tough, but I assure you the steroid will help you." Mike smirked.
" Ha, I'd like to see old Trunksie boy try to ruin my plans this time. I still don't understand how he could take down eight of the strongest guys I know, and not get hurt at all. Maybe I can take care of him too." Trunks had heard enough. He let out a small chuckle as he stepped away from the tree.
" I'd really like to see you try." he said as Mike swirled around.
" What!" he said, seeing the pissed off guy before him, " Trunks." he growled. The shadowy figure staggered back, attempting to make a run for it. He didn't want to try this guy, from what Mike told him, it wouldn't be a good fight to get into.
But before he left, Trunks called out, " I suggest you don't make deals openly in public anymore. If it weren't for the fact that I wasn't after this punk.well, I'll leave it to your imagination." he smirked, " And if I see you around here again, I shudder to think what might happen to you. Maybe prison?" The guy didn't need to be told twice. He jetted in the other dirction toward his janky car. Trunks turned toward Mike, and began to close in.
" Now, now, what do I see?" Trunks said, " A freaking coward who can't do anything for himself. Buying drugs from shady characters. tsk, tsk. I'm disappointed." Mike looked at him stupidly.
" There's plenty I can do. For example, kick your ass." said Mike angrily.
" Well, if you think you could, how about try it?" asked Trunks through gritted teeth. He wasn't in the mood for Mike's bull.
" Funny, you always struck me as a pacifist." Mike said, " I don't know how you beat all my men, but I assure you that I won't be so easy to defeat." And with that, he pounced on Trunks.
Trunks rolled his eyes and quickly put him in a chokehold. This wasn't worth his time. If it weren't for the fact that he had the extreme desire to pound his face in, he wouldn't even be there.
" Funny, I thought you were going to kick my ass?" he said as Mike trembled, " I guess not." He let Mike go, wanting to enjoy himself a bit in scaring him.
" You'll pay for that one." Mike exclaimed, though it looked as if he doubted himself.
" I am? Whoa." he scoffed, " Didn't I say that if you hurt Serina again, you'd get it? And here you are, plotting another attack. What's your problem? Are you ashamed that someone beat you? I bet that doesn't happen much, and your damn ego's gotten too big. " What are you going to do when she's fully recovered? That's why you attacked her this morning, huh? Thought that you should do away with her while she's weak and forget it ever happened? You sicken me."
" Shut UP!" Mike yelled, and launched forward again, " I don't care how many times it takes me, I'll get her one way or another!" Trunks lunged for his neck and lifted him up off the ground with one hand.
" I'll kill you before you get the chance!" growled Trunks. His grip was tightening, and Mike became terrified, his usual cocky attitude thrown into the wind. This was defiantly a side of Trunks he never saw before
" Whoa, there Trunks. I-it's ok, lets talk about this." he said shrilly as his feet dangled off the ground.
" No, I'd rather ground your face into the pavement!" Trunks yelled. He could barley contain himself. He trembled with rage he rarely felt.
" B-but." he whimpered.
" ENOUGH!!!" bellowed Trunks, " Not so tough with out your friends, are ya?"
" L-let me down," stuttered Mike, " Please, I won't do it again. I DON'T WANNA DIE!" he whined. Mike was on the brink of tears, clawing at Trunks' strong grasp.
Trunks froze. The last statement Mike made him think. Was he going to actually going to kill him? He let go of Mike, allowing him to fall, he was being horrible. Trunks was ashamed of himself. How could he lose it like that? He turned to walk away, angry with himself that he could stoop so low.
" He, he, sucker." Mike muttered as he withdrew a new knife that was concealed in his boot. Trunks, who sensed him coming, let out an exhausted sigh and punched him.
Mike sailed fifty feet away from Trunks. He was glad there was no tree there to break his fall that time.
" And if you ever mess with Serina again, I'll kill you." said Trunks coldly, " I won't hesitate to rip you apart." And he left the bewildered Mike on the ground.
The next day, Serina felt much better. When Trunks removed the bandage, he discovered that not only did the stitches disappear; there was no trace of the wound anywhere. Trunks was amazed that it healed so quickly. He put it off as the sensu bean working later, since it was rather moldy.
Trunks would've pushed off the whole thing, if it weren't for the fact that Serina seemed a bit weird about it. She seemed almost nervous. She would awkwardly change the subject when he'd bring it up. It was very peculiar.
** Serina was well enough to go to her classes. She was ecstatic to be back in ballet. Trunks, however, did not share her enthusiasm.
" Why do you hate ballet?" she asked as they made their way to the practice room. " I don't hate it.," said Trunks defensively, " I just.I donno. I love to dance.but I feel like I'm not going anywhere with it. No one cares." She looked at him with her intense gaze.
" I do. I know that you lost your passion for it, but I'll try to restore that for you. You're so talented, and I'm lucky to have you as a partner. But I feel that there's something else."
" What do you mean?" he asked confusedly.
" I think there's something else preventing you from embracing it fully. What is it?" Trunks blushed a bit.
" I have no idea what you mean." he said softly.
" Come on, you can tell me. Please?" she pleaded with him for a few moments.
" Alright.er.I don't like wearing the tights." He said barely above a whisper. She looked at him with question.
" What was that?" she asked. He blushed more.
" I. don't like wearing the tights.alright?" Serina let out a laugh; but then quickly noted he was serious.
" Oh," she said awkwardly, " You weren't joking."
" I can't help it," he yelled, " I was always a bit vain about it."
" But you don't ware them during practice.or any time for that matter."
" So?" he said, letting out a sigh, " I realize that, but still, I've had bad memories in tights.and the way the bunch when you ware a dress.don't ask, it's a looong story." He finished, seeing the questioning look on Serina's face.
" All right, I can respect that. I'll leave it alone" she said at last.
To tell the truth, she really didn't want to know. (I mean, would you?)
Serina and Trunks just arrived when Madame Minkaso rushed in along side them. She was so distracted that she knocked into poor Jake, who just got done talking to Julie about how much he lo-oved Jell-O squares. (He was devastated when he found out they weren't really alive. Poor Jake, he hasn't been the same ever since that fateful day.)
" Sorry, dear! I'm just so happy." She began, " I have important news everyone! I will be holding try-out for the new cast of the end-of-the-year program. It's required as a grade, so no one can get out of it."
Everyone "oohed" and "ahhed."
" You and your partner will come up with your own choreography, that means no copying off of things that have already been done. You are also required to fit it with music of your own choice. If it doesn't run accordingly, well, it's your final for this quarter. I suggest you don't screw up. I remember someone trying to do a scene from Romeo and Juliet. I'm not that thick."
Serina gasped at the challenge. She quickly stole a glance at Trunks, who was desperately trying to swallow a lump in his throat. She was giving a final that has nothing to do with books. That means they would have to do exceedingly well if they wanted to get the roles. 'This isn't going to be easy course after all.' Thought Trunks.
" Well, there's no use just standing around. Come on, let's get to warming up." Madame said as she put on the music, " Ok, plies down and up, down and up. Oh, Julie, watch your butt!" and the class dragged along as Trunks and Serina freaked out, along with everyone else.
After their classes, Trunks met Serina at her locker. (Do college students even have lockers? Well, if they don't, I don't care.)
" What are we gonna do?" Trunks asked frantically.
" Oh, I thought you didn't care about ballet?" Serina asked sarcastically. Trunks just glared, " I already figured it out. We rent a room here and practice every other day, and on the off days we can discuss it."
" You sure that'll work?" he asked, griping his bag strap nervously.
" Sure it will. I'll ask Madame if we can. It should work perfectly, trust me." She looked at him, as if pleading him for his agreement.
" Erg.fine." He placed his hands behind his head.
" Yay!" she exclaimed as she closed her locker, " Then I'll see you tomorrow for practice, right?"
" Sure, that is, if it works out." he said sarcastically.
" Grr, I'll strangle you, I swear."
" No you wouldn't," he said with a smirk, " I'm too cute."
" You wanna make a bet?" she asked, and slugged him in his stomach jokingly. It even hurt a little. Trunks didn't know what hurt more, his ego, or his tummy.
The next day, Trunks watched Serina open his dorm door and trudged her feet as she made her way in. Her sour mood was evident as she flopped down next to him.
" Not good news, I take it?" he asked as she took her head in her hands in frustration.
" Madame said no, there's no way that we can practice in there." She sighed grumpily, " Now what?" Trunks thought hard for a moment. He ran a steady hand through his hair, trying to come up with a solution. Then it dawned on him.
" Hey," he said in an attempt to cheer her up, " I know a place we can go." Her ears perked as her eyes lit up.
" Really? Where?"
" It's a few blocks away from here," he explained, smiling slightly, " It's an abandoned school of arts building. It's called the Omega Hall. No one ever goes in there."
" What? When did it close? I use to go there as a kid."
" No kidding? So did I. I guess we had different classes or something." Trunks found a link between them. Maybe she was just a face in the crowd. Or was she? He put it off once more. What could she possibly have anything to do with him prior to right now?
" Well, alright then." she said, beaming at him warmly, " We could meet tonight at about seven-ish, and I'll swing by your dorm. We can take my car. Is this all ok with you?" He smiled genuinely at her.
" That's perfect." He said lightly, but his face changed to a more panicked expression, " Serina, when's that Calvosky paper due?" he asked slowly.
" Today, why?" she asked suspiciously.
" Um, I have about a paragraph done." He said as he grabbed a handful of his perfectly groomed hair, attempting to rip it out in frustration.
" You got your work cut out for you, then." She said with a smile played upon her face. She left the hyperventilating Trunks there to pity himself.
" Aghh, I'm gonna die!" and he sank in his chair.
* So, what do you think of this chapter. Any better? I need reviews, people. 'Till next time.
The next day, Mike was glad to see Serina wasn't in class. He even gave a sigh of relief as Trunks passed by, glaring at him with extreme hatred.
" Where's the wench? Visiting the morgue?" Mike asked proudly. He sounded absolutely thrilled by the idea. He laughed stupidly, ignoring the fact that Trunks' back went suddenly rigid, the anger seeming to surround him. He turned abruptly and walked back to the still laughing Mike. Trunks' scowl distorted his usually handsome face as he stared him down.
" You think you're out of the woods already?" Trunks said in a low, dangerous growl. He didn't need to raise his usually calm voice, because just the sound of it could shake someone to the brink of crying, " Don't think you're home free yet, dumb ass, because you have me to worry about now," and to emphasize his point, Trunks grabbed Mike's collar, " And if you ever pull a dirty stunt like that, I'll kill you."
Mike looked scared, but it didn't stop him from saying what he had to say.
" You don't have your girlfriend here to defend you," Mike forced out, trying to sound threatening, though his voice was unusually high pitched, Trunks' grip was rather tight, "I'd watch my temper if I were you."
" What are you gonna do?" asked Trunks with a bitter laugh, " You can't do a thing. You have nothing on me."
Mike seemed to have gotten his nerve back. He had a knowing face that only infuriated Trunks more.
" What would you do if your girlfriend died?" he asked out of the blue. Trunks' scowl deepened.
" What the hell are you talking about?" he growled even lower.
" What would you do," Mike asked again, " What if she died and left you all alone? Would you cry?"
" What do you mean, Mike? This isn't the best time to mess with me." he shook him so hard that it made Mike flinch. But he smirked all the same. He was psyching Trunks out. That was his goal: to put Trunks threw as much pain as possible.
" What if I told you that you were wasting time talking to me?" he said roughly.
" Mike, you're really pushing it." Trunks warned, though his voice was becoming scared. Mike took the advantage.
" Well, I know that Serina's in her dorm right now. A friend saw you leave last night. So I decided to pay her back." His smirk spread into a ghastly smile, " I thought a couple of my friend would like a go at her, you know. I only meant fighting, but who knows what could be happening right now."
Trunks let go of Mike's shirt as the reality of the situation sank in. He backed away, tearing his gaze away from Mike's. He turned around and broke into a run, sending the books he was holding flying everywhere. He didn't look back as Mike laughed cruelly. ' Ohh, he's gonna pay later.' he thought as he made his way towards Serina's dorm.
Trunks appeared no more than a slight blur to the untrained eye as he turned the corner of the hall that lead to Serina's dorm. He tried not to think of the things that Mike's little posse could be doing to Serina at that moment. With that, the anger boiled in him even more.
When he got to her room, Trunks found the door already broken into. There he found Serina, clasping at her side and was standing rather shakily. She was trying to fight them off by herself!
Trunks quickly looked at her injuries. Her face was slightly bruised and her lip was bleeding. In her weakened condition, she was no match for the eight guys there. A bloody pipe was being held by one of Mike's henchman, and Trunks started after him. No one even noticed Trunks was there. A sneak attack would be best.
But a cry of pain tore his attention from grabbing and beating the pipe guy up. Another guy was trying to force himself on Serina. But the cries of pain weren't coming from her; they were coming from her attacker. She punched him off rather easily and got back up.
" Hmm, maybe we should do this in a group effort?" a guy suggested, licking his lips with anticipation. Others nodded in agreement. Serina scowled
" Come near me, and I'll rip off your 'thing.'" She said angrily, nodding below the belt, and many covered themselves. After seeing her in action, they believed she was perfectly able to do so. But the one who spoke smirked.
" I don't think so, you--"
But the guy never finished. The group heard a deep growl and then turned around to see one angry dude. Trunks' scowl returned as he clenched his fists. Immediately, guys around the room shrank back. There was something extremely unnerving about the way he stared around at each and every one of them, as if seeing what way would be best to kill them all.
" Trunks!" Serina panted out, " G-get away! Are you crazy?"
But it was too late. They were after Trunks now, though rather cautiously. He just simply pummeled through them, knocking guys left and right. He then threw them out into the hall with no effort at all. Being half saiyan, it was easy to take the whole group down. He watched them all fly out of sight before turning to check on Serina.
" Are you ok?" he asked her gently, a huge contrast to what he sounded like a moment ago. He stared at her worriedly.
" Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit tiered." She said as she toppled onto a wall. He rushed to help her out. He placed a supporting hand under her forearm.
" Here." he said as he gave her a tissue. She applied it to her lip thankfully. An awkward silence overcame them for a moment or so.
" You're sure you're alright?" he asked again, brushing the stray hairs away from her face.
" Trunks, I'm fine. Thanks to you, they didn't succeed in what they set out to do." she shuddered for a moment. Trunks' eyes flared at the mere thought of her being abused in any way.
" I think I'll go find that little prat. I'll kill him." he said in a low growl. Serina gave him a look.
" Mike?" she verified, and Trunks nodded his head, " Trunks, you're not thinking clearly. Go to class and think about what you're going to do. If you fight him, I'll kill you. Promise me you won't go near him?"
" Serina, I want to give Mike what he has coming to him, that's all," he said innocently, " Even if I rip out his voice box in the process."
" Trunks." she said warily, " Promise me!" She gazed deeply into his eyes. Hers were shiny, almost pleadingly. He sighed.
" All right.I won't do anything I'll regret later." he said at last. It seemed good enough for Serina. She pressed her face into Trunks' chest and breathed deeply. She wasn't feeling real good at that moment.
" Serina?" Trunks asked. He held her a little more firmly as he looked down at her. She looked up, her face a little paler than usual, but as pretty as always despite the bruises. She smiled at him weakly.
"I'm just a bit nauseous, that's all." She said softly, "You worry about me too much. It's not good for you, ya know." He smiled down at her and held her close. He buried his face in her hair and smelled it lightly. The scent was rather intoxicating.
" Can you blame me?" he asked, barely above a whisper, " You scare me sometimes.I'm only starting to feel happy again, and if you left.I don't know what I'd do." He felt her arms tighten as her face pressed into his neck.
" I know how you feel.sometimes I think you're the only person who could ever make me happy." He gazed down at the top of her head. He thought deeply on what she said. He enjoyed taking away her pain, making her happy again.
" Well then, I guess I love being the one to make you smile." He said simply, " I want you to sleep. Now." He placed her on the couch as she gave a sigh.
" All right, but remember what you promised." She said.
" Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later." And with that, he left.
Serina said not to kill Mike, but that didn't mean that Trunks had to stand by and let him get away with it.
Trunks waited through all of his classes with as much patience as he possibly could. In the class he had with Mike, it took him all his will power not to strangle him then and there. He couldn't concentrate, even during ballet. Only thoughts of how he was going to make Mike pay plagued his mind. He jumped as soon as the professor excused them to let them out.
As soon as he was out in the halls, Trunks searched the halls for Mike. He found him bragging to his friends about how he hurt Serina. ' He won't be bragging for long.' Trunks thought angrily.
Trunks followed Mike out the doors of OSU. (Orange Star University, I'm tiered of typing it out.) He was heading off campus. 'What is he doing?' Trunks thought as he followed him to the same patch of woods that he fought Serina at. Obviously, Mike was there for something. Who would go to the woods for no apparent reason?
Trunks question was soon answered. A shadowy figure came closer to Mike, a hood covering his face. Trunks quickly dove behind a tree, preparing to listen.
" You got it?" Mike asked, holding out his hand expectantly.
" Yeah," responded a deep, raspy voice, " Do you have the money?"
" Of course!" Mike snapped, " Are you sure that this will help me get stronger? I want to kill that wench and make her pay for what she did to my reputation."
" This girl, Serina, you said her name was?" he asked, and Mike nodded, " Well, she sounds rather tough, but I assure you the steroid will help you." Mike smirked.
" Ha, I'd like to see old Trunksie boy try to ruin my plans this time. I still don't understand how he could take down eight of the strongest guys I know, and not get hurt at all. Maybe I can take care of him too." Trunks had heard enough. He let out a small chuckle as he stepped away from the tree.
" I'd really like to see you try." he said as Mike swirled around.
" What!" he said, seeing the pissed off guy before him, " Trunks." he growled. The shadowy figure staggered back, attempting to make a run for it. He didn't want to try this guy, from what Mike told him, it wouldn't be a good fight to get into.
But before he left, Trunks called out, " I suggest you don't make deals openly in public anymore. If it weren't for the fact that I wasn't after this punk.well, I'll leave it to your imagination." he smirked, " And if I see you around here again, I shudder to think what might happen to you. Maybe prison?" The guy didn't need to be told twice. He jetted in the other dirction toward his janky car. Trunks turned toward Mike, and began to close in.
" Now, now, what do I see?" Trunks said, " A freaking coward who can't do anything for himself. Buying drugs from shady characters. tsk, tsk. I'm disappointed." Mike looked at him stupidly.
" There's plenty I can do. For example, kick your ass." said Mike angrily.
" Well, if you think you could, how about try it?" asked Trunks through gritted teeth. He wasn't in the mood for Mike's bull.
" Funny, you always struck me as a pacifist." Mike said, " I don't know how you beat all my men, but I assure you that I won't be so easy to defeat." And with that, he pounced on Trunks.
Trunks rolled his eyes and quickly put him in a chokehold. This wasn't worth his time. If it weren't for the fact that he had the extreme desire to pound his face in, he wouldn't even be there.
" Funny, I thought you were going to kick my ass?" he said as Mike trembled, " I guess not." He let Mike go, wanting to enjoy himself a bit in scaring him.
" You'll pay for that one." Mike exclaimed, though it looked as if he doubted himself.
" I am? Whoa." he scoffed, " Didn't I say that if you hurt Serina again, you'd get it? And here you are, plotting another attack. What's your problem? Are you ashamed that someone beat you? I bet that doesn't happen much, and your damn ego's gotten too big. " What are you going to do when she's fully recovered? That's why you attacked her this morning, huh? Thought that you should do away with her while she's weak and forget it ever happened? You sicken me."
" Shut UP!" Mike yelled, and launched forward again, " I don't care how many times it takes me, I'll get her one way or another!" Trunks lunged for his neck and lifted him up off the ground with one hand.
" I'll kill you before you get the chance!" growled Trunks. His grip was tightening, and Mike became terrified, his usual cocky attitude thrown into the wind. This was defiantly a side of Trunks he never saw before
" Whoa, there Trunks. I-it's ok, lets talk about this." he said shrilly as his feet dangled off the ground.
" No, I'd rather ground your face into the pavement!" Trunks yelled. He could barley contain himself. He trembled with rage he rarely felt.
" B-but." he whimpered.
" ENOUGH!!!" bellowed Trunks, " Not so tough with out your friends, are ya?"
" L-let me down," stuttered Mike, " Please, I won't do it again. I DON'T WANNA DIE!" he whined. Mike was on the brink of tears, clawing at Trunks' strong grasp.
Trunks froze. The last statement Mike made him think. Was he going to actually going to kill him? He let go of Mike, allowing him to fall, he was being horrible. Trunks was ashamed of himself. How could he lose it like that? He turned to walk away, angry with himself that he could stoop so low.
" He, he, sucker." Mike muttered as he withdrew a new knife that was concealed in his boot. Trunks, who sensed him coming, let out an exhausted sigh and punched him.
Mike sailed fifty feet away from Trunks. He was glad there was no tree there to break his fall that time.
" And if you ever mess with Serina again, I'll kill you." said Trunks coldly, " I won't hesitate to rip you apart." And he left the bewildered Mike on the ground.
The next day, Serina felt much better. When Trunks removed the bandage, he discovered that not only did the stitches disappear; there was no trace of the wound anywhere. Trunks was amazed that it healed so quickly. He put it off as the sensu bean working later, since it was rather moldy.
Trunks would've pushed off the whole thing, if it weren't for the fact that Serina seemed a bit weird about it. She seemed almost nervous. She would awkwardly change the subject when he'd bring it up. It was very peculiar.
** Serina was well enough to go to her classes. She was ecstatic to be back in ballet. Trunks, however, did not share her enthusiasm.
" Why do you hate ballet?" she asked as they made their way to the practice room. " I don't hate it.," said Trunks defensively, " I just.I donno. I love to dance.but I feel like I'm not going anywhere with it. No one cares." She looked at him with her intense gaze.
" I do. I know that you lost your passion for it, but I'll try to restore that for you. You're so talented, and I'm lucky to have you as a partner. But I feel that there's something else."
" What do you mean?" he asked confusedly.
" I think there's something else preventing you from embracing it fully. What is it?" Trunks blushed a bit.
" I have no idea what you mean." he said softly.
" Come on, you can tell me. Please?" she pleaded with him for a few moments.
" Alright.er.I don't like wearing the tights." He said barely above a whisper. She looked at him with question.
" What was that?" she asked. He blushed more.
" I. don't like wearing the tights.alright?" Serina let out a laugh; but then quickly noted he was serious.
" Oh," she said awkwardly, " You weren't joking."
" I can't help it," he yelled, " I was always a bit vain about it."
" But you don't ware them during practice.or any time for that matter."
" So?" he said, letting out a sigh, " I realize that, but still, I've had bad memories in tights.and the way the bunch when you ware a dress.don't ask, it's a looong story." He finished, seeing the questioning look on Serina's face.
" All right, I can respect that. I'll leave it alone" she said at last.
To tell the truth, she really didn't want to know. (I mean, would you?)
Serina and Trunks just arrived when Madame Minkaso rushed in along side them. She was so distracted that she knocked into poor Jake, who just got done talking to Julie about how much he lo-oved Jell-O squares. (He was devastated when he found out they weren't really alive. Poor Jake, he hasn't been the same ever since that fateful day.)
" Sorry, dear! I'm just so happy." She began, " I have important news everyone! I will be holding try-out for the new cast of the end-of-the-year program. It's required as a grade, so no one can get out of it."
Everyone "oohed" and "ahhed."
" You and your partner will come up with your own choreography, that means no copying off of things that have already been done. You are also required to fit it with music of your own choice. If it doesn't run accordingly, well, it's your final for this quarter. I suggest you don't screw up. I remember someone trying to do a scene from Romeo and Juliet. I'm not that thick."
Serina gasped at the challenge. She quickly stole a glance at Trunks, who was desperately trying to swallow a lump in his throat. She was giving a final that has nothing to do with books. That means they would have to do exceedingly well if they wanted to get the roles. 'This isn't going to be easy course after all.' Thought Trunks.
" Well, there's no use just standing around. Come on, let's get to warming up." Madame said as she put on the music, " Ok, plies down and up, down and up. Oh, Julie, watch your butt!" and the class dragged along as Trunks and Serina freaked out, along with everyone else.
After their classes, Trunks met Serina at her locker. (Do college students even have lockers? Well, if they don't, I don't care.)
" What are we gonna do?" Trunks asked frantically.
" Oh, I thought you didn't care about ballet?" Serina asked sarcastically. Trunks just glared, " I already figured it out. We rent a room here and practice every other day, and on the off days we can discuss it."
" You sure that'll work?" he asked, griping his bag strap nervously.
" Sure it will. I'll ask Madame if we can. It should work perfectly, trust me." She looked at him, as if pleading him for his agreement.
" Erg.fine." He placed his hands behind his head.
" Yay!" she exclaimed as she closed her locker, " Then I'll see you tomorrow for practice, right?"
" Sure, that is, if it works out." he said sarcastically.
" Grr, I'll strangle you, I swear."
" No you wouldn't," he said with a smirk, " I'm too cute."
" You wanna make a bet?" she asked, and slugged him in his stomach jokingly. It even hurt a little. Trunks didn't know what hurt more, his ego, or his tummy.
The next day, Trunks watched Serina open his dorm door and trudged her feet as she made her way in. Her sour mood was evident as she flopped down next to him.
" Not good news, I take it?" he asked as she took her head in her hands in frustration.
" Madame said no, there's no way that we can practice in there." She sighed grumpily, " Now what?" Trunks thought hard for a moment. He ran a steady hand through his hair, trying to come up with a solution. Then it dawned on him.
" Hey," he said in an attempt to cheer her up, " I know a place we can go." Her ears perked as her eyes lit up.
" Really? Where?"
" It's a few blocks away from here," he explained, smiling slightly, " It's an abandoned school of arts building. It's called the Omega Hall. No one ever goes in there."
" What? When did it close? I use to go there as a kid."
" No kidding? So did I. I guess we had different classes or something." Trunks found a link between them. Maybe she was just a face in the crowd. Or was she? He put it off once more. What could she possibly have anything to do with him prior to right now?
" Well, alright then." she said, beaming at him warmly, " We could meet tonight at about seven-ish, and I'll swing by your dorm. We can take my car. Is this all ok with you?" He smiled genuinely at her.
" That's perfect." He said lightly, but his face changed to a more panicked expression, " Serina, when's that Calvosky paper due?" he asked slowly.
" Today, why?" she asked suspiciously.
" Um, I have about a paragraph done." He said as he grabbed a handful of his perfectly groomed hair, attempting to rip it out in frustration.
" You got your work cut out for you, then." She said with a smile played upon her face. She left the hyperventilating Trunks there to pity himself.
" Aghh, I'm gonna die!" and he sank in his chair.
* So, what do you think of this chapter. Any better? I need reviews, people. 'Till next time.
