Chapter Four
New Interventions
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rather sad.. Notes: On bottom! Happy Reading!
The certain hum of a cello softly flowed through the air in the hallways of the Son house. Masculine fingertips brushed the strings of the beautiful instrument, producing the sweet melody a cello was invented to make. A dark man, sat upright on a chair and played the music. The young woman who sat in front of him closed her eyes, and swayed softly to the music. Suddenly the young man stopped, and looked at the beauty in front of him.
"You see how I played, Pan?" he asked. She opened her eyes and nodded. "Now you try." He handed her the bow to the cello, and carefully passed her the cello, holding it by the bridge. Pan placed the instrument in her hands and tried, but only made a noise that would make a hyena sulk behind its mother and cry. Pan let out an exasperated sigh.
"Uubu, I suck!"
"No, no you don't. Here, let us start with something easy. Try the A minor." Pan straightened her bow, and tried, only to fail. Uubu smiled.
"Okay, that needs practice. Remember, in the A minor, the third note is flat." Pan, again, straightened her bow, and tried, but failed once more.
"I suck, I suck, I suck." She repeated.
"Relax, relax. It will be fine. Just take a deep breath once more." Uubu consoled. Pan gulped in her air, then let it out slowly, making her chest rise and fall, catching Uubu's eye. "You are concentrating way too much on your bowing. You are supposed to let the music flow." Uubu got up from his seat in front of her, and sat behind her, putting his arms over hers, helping her hold the cello correctly. "Here, let me help you feel the music." He placed his hands over hers. "Now, close your eyes, and let's try this once more." They started the scale once more, sounding more beautiful than ever. Uubu opened his eyes, and studied Pans face, with deep affection. Uubu then took over, as Pans hands dropped, eyes still closed, and played a deep and soulful Bach piece. He closed his eyes, as they both felt the music take over them, covering them in its blanket of emotion. Bra casually walked in, and fount the two. She leaned on the wall, and watched them, as they are swept into an abyss. She watched, as Pan opened her eyes and gazed at Uubu, the same look of affection crossed over her pale face. Bra smirked and accidentally tipped over a vase, making it fall to the ground, in a loud crash, knocking the two out of their stage of intimacy. The startled Uubu and Pan looked up, and saw a luscious looking Bra walking towards them. Uubu quickly moved away from Pan, leaving the broken vase, forgotten, on the ground.
"I am sorry for intruding. I did not mean to interrupt your playing," Bra apologized. "It was beautiful." Pan cleared her throat.
"Bra, this is Uubu Kellon. He will be giving me music lessons throughout the year, to teach me to play the cello." Uubu stuck out his hand, for Bra, who accepted, and they shook.
"Pleased to meet you." Uubu politely smiled. Bra smirked.
"Likewise, I am sure."
"Uubu is one of the few high school students attending Nagasaku. He's composing his first opera." Pan explained. Bra nodded, seeming pleased.
"It is based on the life and times of Doctor Martin Luther King." Uubu said, proudly. Pan giggled.
"Doctor King is my favorite." she said, stupidly. Bra rolled her eyes, as Uubu laughed.
"I guess our time is up for today, Pan. Same time tomorrow, alright? See you later." Uubu picked up his cello and walked out of the room.
"Bye.." Pan sighed, gracefully smiling at the retreating figure.
Meanwhile..
Trunks decided to take upon his friend, Goten, for some advice. Goten was a former classmate of Orange Star Academy, graduated a year before, the same year that Trunks was to graduate, but Trunks was held back for uncertain reasons. Yet, they were still friends, and Goten was one of the few that Trunks could trust, because he knew that Goten, being openly gay, would keep his classified information.. Classified.
"Damn, this is so aggravating!" Trunks yelled, pacing back and forth, behind Goten, who was sitting at his computer desk, reading a magazine. "Some fucking fag," Trunks stopped. "No offense." Goten waved his hand.
"None taken."
"Wrote a letter to Ms. Chestnut, talking shit about me." Goten smirked.
"Any idea on who is the culprit?"
"Goten, if I knew who wrote that letter, well, they would not be alive right now."
"Where did you say she was from?"
"Satan City," Trunks frowned. "Who the hell do I know that is from Satan City?"
"Tsunimo Kawani, dumb shit."
"The football fuck?"
"He is from Satan City. I would not be surprised if he was the culprit you seek."
"Yes," Trunks thought, as he took a seat in a chair, next to the nightstand. "It would make a lot of sense." He smirked. "I fingered his girlfriend at Prom last year." Goten laughed.
"No, I really do not think that perturbed him too much."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say Tsunimo likes tackling tight ends on.." Goten paused. "And off the field."
"Holy fuck, are you shitting me?"
"I shit you not, my friend. Kawani used to sneak into my room on weekends, drunk as hell. We would go at it, for quite a while, and right after he blew a load, he would totally become bipolar, and freak out, saying, -What the fuck are you doing man? I am not a fucking fag.. Blah blah blah.. I will kick your ass if you say anything, et cetra, et cetra.- I mean, for Kamisake! He should just come to terms, being gay. The whole reason I let him continue with this cover-up, was because his mouth, and I kid you not, is like a Hoover." Goten smiled. Trunks looked at him, and laughed.
"So, Tsunimo is a butt fucker, who would have guessed?" Trunks sighed, exaggeratedly. "Too bad he is in Satan City this summer. I bet you are bummed." He laughed at his own pun. Goten smiled, and shook his head.
"Not anymore," Trunks looked up. "Football season has started up again, early this time, for more practice. He has already called, to hook up."
"Really now? You think you can arrange a little get together with him tonight, on my behalf, of course." Trunks eyes gleamed with evilness.
"I believe Sparticus is playing on Bravo tonight."
"Outstanding."
"Do not think that this will not cost you." Goten set down his magazine and began inspecting his nails. Trunks let his eyebrow raise.
"Just make sure the front door is unlocked. Shall we say, -the stroke of midnight,- no pun intended?" Trunks handed Goten three hundred dollars, making him smile.
"Agreed."
Alrighty then! Chapter 4 is DONE. YES! All hail LL! LoL. Sorry Goten is gay.. I really did not have another part for him in this. I feel bad, but oh well! Anyway! Thanks heterecho, marron12, and forever broken for reviewing! Oh and Forever Broken.. It IS based on the plot from Cruel Intentions. It says so in the first chapter! Questions, Comments, Reviews, Flames, e-mail me at: legolasluverchick@yahoo.com or just review.. Whichever is funner! Ta Ta! *LL*
New Interventions
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rather sad.. Notes: On bottom! Happy Reading!
The certain hum of a cello softly flowed through the air in the hallways of the Son house. Masculine fingertips brushed the strings of the beautiful instrument, producing the sweet melody a cello was invented to make. A dark man, sat upright on a chair and played the music. The young woman who sat in front of him closed her eyes, and swayed softly to the music. Suddenly the young man stopped, and looked at the beauty in front of him.
"You see how I played, Pan?" he asked. She opened her eyes and nodded. "Now you try." He handed her the bow to the cello, and carefully passed her the cello, holding it by the bridge. Pan placed the instrument in her hands and tried, but only made a noise that would make a hyena sulk behind its mother and cry. Pan let out an exasperated sigh.
"Uubu, I suck!"
"No, no you don't. Here, let us start with something easy. Try the A minor." Pan straightened her bow, and tried, only to fail. Uubu smiled.
"Okay, that needs practice. Remember, in the A minor, the third note is flat." Pan, again, straightened her bow, and tried, but failed once more.
"I suck, I suck, I suck." She repeated.
"Relax, relax. It will be fine. Just take a deep breath once more." Uubu consoled. Pan gulped in her air, then let it out slowly, making her chest rise and fall, catching Uubu's eye. "You are concentrating way too much on your bowing. You are supposed to let the music flow." Uubu got up from his seat in front of her, and sat behind her, putting his arms over hers, helping her hold the cello correctly. "Here, let me help you feel the music." He placed his hands over hers. "Now, close your eyes, and let's try this once more." They started the scale once more, sounding more beautiful than ever. Uubu opened his eyes, and studied Pans face, with deep affection. Uubu then took over, as Pans hands dropped, eyes still closed, and played a deep and soulful Bach piece. He closed his eyes, as they both felt the music take over them, covering them in its blanket of emotion. Bra casually walked in, and fount the two. She leaned on the wall, and watched them, as they are swept into an abyss. She watched, as Pan opened her eyes and gazed at Uubu, the same look of affection crossed over her pale face. Bra smirked and accidentally tipped over a vase, making it fall to the ground, in a loud crash, knocking the two out of their stage of intimacy. The startled Uubu and Pan looked up, and saw a luscious looking Bra walking towards them. Uubu quickly moved away from Pan, leaving the broken vase, forgotten, on the ground.
"I am sorry for intruding. I did not mean to interrupt your playing," Bra apologized. "It was beautiful." Pan cleared her throat.
"Bra, this is Uubu Kellon. He will be giving me music lessons throughout the year, to teach me to play the cello." Uubu stuck out his hand, for Bra, who accepted, and they shook.
"Pleased to meet you." Uubu politely smiled. Bra smirked.
"Likewise, I am sure."
"Uubu is one of the few high school students attending Nagasaku. He's composing his first opera." Pan explained. Bra nodded, seeming pleased.
"It is based on the life and times of Doctor Martin Luther King." Uubu said, proudly. Pan giggled.
"Doctor King is my favorite." she said, stupidly. Bra rolled her eyes, as Uubu laughed.
"I guess our time is up for today, Pan. Same time tomorrow, alright? See you later." Uubu picked up his cello and walked out of the room.
"Bye.." Pan sighed, gracefully smiling at the retreating figure.
Meanwhile..
Trunks decided to take upon his friend, Goten, for some advice. Goten was a former classmate of Orange Star Academy, graduated a year before, the same year that Trunks was to graduate, but Trunks was held back for uncertain reasons. Yet, they were still friends, and Goten was one of the few that Trunks could trust, because he knew that Goten, being openly gay, would keep his classified information.. Classified.
"Damn, this is so aggravating!" Trunks yelled, pacing back and forth, behind Goten, who was sitting at his computer desk, reading a magazine. "Some fucking fag," Trunks stopped. "No offense." Goten waved his hand.
"None taken."
"Wrote a letter to Ms. Chestnut, talking shit about me." Goten smirked.
"Any idea on who is the culprit?"
"Goten, if I knew who wrote that letter, well, they would not be alive right now."
"Where did you say she was from?"
"Satan City," Trunks frowned. "Who the hell do I know that is from Satan City?"
"Tsunimo Kawani, dumb shit."
"The football fuck?"
"He is from Satan City. I would not be surprised if he was the culprit you seek."
"Yes," Trunks thought, as he took a seat in a chair, next to the nightstand. "It would make a lot of sense." He smirked. "I fingered his girlfriend at Prom last year." Goten laughed.
"No, I really do not think that perturbed him too much."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say Tsunimo likes tackling tight ends on.." Goten paused. "And off the field."
"Holy fuck, are you shitting me?"
"I shit you not, my friend. Kawani used to sneak into my room on weekends, drunk as hell. We would go at it, for quite a while, and right after he blew a load, he would totally become bipolar, and freak out, saying, -What the fuck are you doing man? I am not a fucking fag.. Blah blah blah.. I will kick your ass if you say anything, et cetra, et cetra.- I mean, for Kamisake! He should just come to terms, being gay. The whole reason I let him continue with this cover-up, was because his mouth, and I kid you not, is like a Hoover." Goten smiled. Trunks looked at him, and laughed.
"So, Tsunimo is a butt fucker, who would have guessed?" Trunks sighed, exaggeratedly. "Too bad he is in Satan City this summer. I bet you are bummed." He laughed at his own pun. Goten smiled, and shook his head.
"Not anymore," Trunks looked up. "Football season has started up again, early this time, for more practice. He has already called, to hook up."
"Really now? You think you can arrange a little get together with him tonight, on my behalf, of course." Trunks eyes gleamed with evilness.
"I believe Sparticus is playing on Bravo tonight."
"Outstanding."
"Do not think that this will not cost you." Goten set down his magazine and began inspecting his nails. Trunks let his eyebrow raise.
"Just make sure the front door is unlocked. Shall we say, -the stroke of midnight,- no pun intended?" Trunks handed Goten three hundred dollars, making him smile.
"Agreed."
Alrighty then! Chapter 4 is DONE. YES! All hail LL! LoL. Sorry Goten is gay.. I really did not have another part for him in this. I feel bad, but oh well! Anyway! Thanks heterecho, marron12, and forever broken for reviewing! Oh and Forever Broken.. It IS based on the plot from Cruel Intentions. It says so in the first chapter! Questions, Comments, Reviews, Flames, e-mail me at: legolasluverchick@yahoo.com or just review.. Whichever is funner! Ta Ta! *LL*