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Rated -R- for language, violence, sexual content and mature themes.
Chapter Two
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Half a year before.
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Leaning against his tan shoulder, his arm wrapped around her for comfort, tears poured down her cheeks as she told him exactly what happened, her speech broken every once in a while by a hiccupping sob.
Her bright eyes were shimmering with liquid drops, her eyelashes brimming with them as she looked at him. Thank Kami for friends.
"Don't worry about them. They're jerks. It's not that big of a deal, seriously," he added when she looked up at him shocked.
Her group of friends since forever had just decided they wanted nothing to do with her and he said it was no big deal? Maybe she shouldn't have asked him for help.
"Seriously, Pan. You can hang out with me and Trunks and your uncle then, if that's what you'd like. We'll be there for you. And don't forget, you do still have Marron."
"I do, don't I?" she said with a rather soggy smile, her countenance already brightening intensely.
"Yea. And whenever you need someone to be with, you've got us three guys."
"Thanks so much!" She exclaimed as she turned around and pulled him into a big hug, accidentally wiping a couple of tears off on his sleeve.
A little shocked at her outburst, he blushed then returned the hug with just as much vigor, a smile spreading across his cheeks.
Assured that she had a couple friends she could count on now, even though the other whores she used to call friends had dumped her, Pan's whole outlook changed.
She owed Uubu for it all too.
The youngest Son knew she had Marron all along. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Marron wasn't always around when she needed her. Their daily schedules -work and all- conflicted, so when Pan wanted to go with someone to lunch, the blonde wasn't available and the same applied to many other occasions.
"Come along, now," Uubu began, standing up and offering his hand out to Pan who still sat seated on the curb, "Let's get some ice cream, my treat. What do you say?"
Her bright eyes lit up to their usual glamour and she raised herself from the ground, ignoring his outstretched hands, brushing off her knees. Taking his wrist in her palm, she skipped off and drug him along, ready for some ice cream.
Uubu just smiled. She was something else.
"So, Pan," he said through a mouthful of hot fudge syrup and whip cream, the ice cream hidden among the mounds of sweets and other toppings he piled on top of it, "What're you studying now?"
"Psych. It's rather interesting, in fact, seeing how people tick. I don't even know how I got into it. Maybe it was all of you guys.
I mean, all of us are a tad bit off, right? And so maybe it has something to do with how we were raised and I've just always wanted to help people, but I don't think I can stand to cut them open. Despite my lineage, that is way too gory for me. Besides, it looks fun!" She explained to him.
"Uh huh..." he responded, looking at her sideways in a skeptical, yet joking, manner. Pan lightly slapped his wrist.
"Hurry up, slowpoke, or else we're going to be late!! Daddy did say he wanted me home in time for supper, you know, and you're keeping me as it is. You don't want to see him mad, do you?"
Uubu's eyes immediately grew large and round with fear. Gohan was not someone to mess with. Not at all.
"Thought so!" Pan smirked as she grabbed him and hoisted him to his feet, forcing him to abandon the half-eaten sundae on the table.
He quickly fished out a couple dollars and laid them on the table, praying to Kami that it would cover their bill and a bit of a tip for the waitress. After all Pan and he had put her through with their childish antics, she deserved it.
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Arriving home, Pan was surprised to see her father's car gone from the driveway. Normally he was home on Tuesdays and she had no idea where he could have gone.
Glancing back at Uubu, she yelled at him to hold on a second as she went to see if anyone at all was home. She seriously doubted it. Wherever her father went, her mother was right along side him. They'd always been that way, for Kami know what reason.
"Momma?" She called into dark doorway, not receiving an answer. Stepping further into the room, she called out again, still not getting any response.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back around, leaving the heavy oak door wide open as she skipped back down to Uubu, a new light shining in her ebony eyes.
"They're not home?" The young man asked his companion, looking down at her from his high stature.
Snaking her hand around his waist, causing his cheeks to light, she nodded a slow "No", leading him toward her front door as she responded.
"Oh," he said.
Not a word had come out of Pan, as the wheels of her mind began to turn at a rapid rate.
Climbing up the stairs of her front porch, she continued to lead him into her home, ignoring his questions of where they were going.
Finally, he'd had enough, and grabbing her, placing her firmly in front of him so he could look her in the eyes, he asked her one last time.
"Why did you bring me in here?"
Immediately, the tears began to flow down her cheeks, just as they had earlier that afternoon.
"Oh, Uubu, I just don't feel like being home alone. I mean, my day was just so stressful, and since my mom and dad aren't here, I thought you could keep me company."
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" he asked as he pulled her to him, embracing her in hopes to comfort her and so she'd quit her crying. He was always a sucker for tears.
Because of his movement, though, he missed the devious smirk that crossed her face as he gave in.
Slowly, Pan ceased her false tears, wiping her eyes in her sleeves like a child would, and gave Uubu yet another emotional hug, telling him she was going to get herself a drink.
"Would you grab me something while you're at it?" the boy asked.
"Sure," she called back over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, "Anything in particular you would like?"
"No, just whatever," he answered.
Her jagged midnight locks swayed as she mixed the drinks, without Uubu's knowledge, giving each a bit more alcohol than what could have possibly been healthy for them, hiding it all in some soda.
"Here you go," was said offhandedly as she handed him the drink she'd prepared for him.
No thanks was heard as he quickly gulped it down, realizing he was a lot more thirsty than he'd previously thought.
Pan just smiled as she sipped at her own drink, finishing it off rather fast despite her slow intake.
Together they sat on the couch and turned on the television to their favorite cartoon channel.
Even though both were college students soon to be entering the real world, they still kept that small bit of immaturity between themselves, watching all their favorite childhood cartoons and discussing their likes and dislikes afterwards, no matter how silly it seemed to someone else observing.
A drunken blush began to appear across the bridge of the tan boy's nose, betraying his inebriated state. A slightly lighter one had also begun to show on the young girl.
Still, though, they continued to watch, enraptured by the television and the two-dimensional characters running insanely across it.
In the middle of one of the most climactic and important battle scenes, the two main characters facing off in a deadly fury, Uubu turned towards the young woman seated beside him, noticing in clearly for the first time exactly how lovely she really did look. A smile spread gently across his features as he continued to watch her as she concentrated on the simple visual box in front of her.
Pan, feeling eyes upon her, turned to look at Uubu, her brows scrunched up as she looked at him questioningly, the alcohol causing her to exaggerate all of her actions immensely.
His smile simply grew.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked him playfully.
Uubu didn't bother to respond, instead leaning in toward the feminine beauty beside him, eyes slightly glazed. Resting his hand gently across her cheek, he pulled her bewildered face towards him, placing one chaste kiss upon her lips.
Pulling back he asked, "What did you put in my drink?" his speech beginning to slur.
"Nothing," she answered innocently, leaning in for another kiss from this previously unthought-of of beau.
He backed off just a little farther, not having anywhere else to go on the small couch.
"Liar." He stated.
Something flashed in her eyes as he said those words, and guilt played across her face.
"It was just a bit of liquor," she finally answered.
"Oh," he answered shortly, "That's okay." And giving into her pleading lips, he planted yet another kiss there, this one more passionate and full of need.
One kiss led to many and slowly, his hand began to inch up the back side of her shirt until it fell upon the small metal clasp of her bra.
Her back arched slightly as his cold hands fiddled with the impossible clasp, the kisses stopped in his frustration.
"Look," she said, her judgment still impaired from the alcohol, as she reached back and unclasped it herself, saving him the trouble, "All better."
With that she slid her own shirt over the top of her head, losing her bra along with it, and then began unbuttoning his.
"We can't do this," Uubu began, but was quickly silenced by his own need, as he led the dark haired girl up to her bedroom, ignoring the still childish décor that met him as he entered.
"I love you," Pan whispered softly to him through the heated passion, pausing slightly for her caressing words.
"Say it sober," was her only response, as she was swept up into the moment.
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Pan awoke to a knocking sound at her bedroom door, her father's voice attached.
"Honey, it's time to wake up. Breakfast is already on the table, and if you don't hurry up, it'll be cold by the time you get to it."
Her head pounded and she couldn't remember why. All of yesterday afternoon since the cartoons had been a blur. The last thing that she clearly remembered was watching the good guy as he blew up the bad.
She smiled. She had won her bet with Uubu. The good guy always did win and he was just silly to say otherwise.
However, her joy was short-lived as she opened her eyes and embraced the sunlight, hurriedly shutting them again in order to avoid the extreme pain pounding in her head.
Rolling over to climb off her bed, eyes still shut, she ran into something hard; something kind of gushy, but still hard.
Everything came rushing back to her at that moment; the passionate moments that had filled the vague night before, and his face, always present in every scene, haunted her as she opened her eyes completely, taking in the same features that had filled her vision the night before.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block everything out, hoping that she was just imagining it all.
Taking a deep breath, she reopened them, only to face the sleeping vision of Uubu below her.
Good Kami. Why'd she do it?
Another slow breath was taken to calm her self and help her to regain control.
It was simple. Uubu would have to leave via the window and she would go on to breakfast as if nothing had happened. Simple.
"Uubu," she whispered softly, ignoring her state of undress, "Uubu, you need to get up."
A soft moan exited his lips as he rolled over, mumbling something about how he didn't want to go to school and he told his mom to go away.
"I'm not your mother, Uubu, but you need to get up. Please, get up now before my father comes in here." She pleaded, her heart already racing in fear of her father's anger. "Please, Uubu, please get up."
She finally resorted to shaking the deep sleeping boy, her frantic actions finally succeeding in waking him.
"Whoa," he mumbled, grabbing his forehead, but the raven locked girl was apathetic to his pain, shoving him his clothes and leading him to her window, wishing him luck as she pushed him out onto the balcony.
"Keep your power level low. Father will notice otherwise," she warned him, shutting the glass doors immediately and slumping down against them as the tears started to pour down from her pain-streaked eyes.
Her body wracked with her silent sobs, trying to keep her loathing to herself so no one else in the house would notice. For the most part she was successful, too, but not entirely. Every once in a while a small whimper escaped, not to be noticed by a soul in the household.
"What have I done? Oh, Kami, what have I done?"
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Generic Brand
Rated -R- for language, violence, sexual content and mature themes.
Chapter Two
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Half a year before.
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Leaning against his tan shoulder, his arm wrapped around her for comfort, tears poured down her cheeks as she told him exactly what happened, her speech broken every once in a while by a hiccupping sob.
Her bright eyes were shimmering with liquid drops, her eyelashes brimming with them as she looked at him. Thank Kami for friends.
"Don't worry about them. They're jerks. It's not that big of a deal, seriously," he added when she looked up at him shocked.
Her group of friends since forever had just decided they wanted nothing to do with her and he said it was no big deal? Maybe she shouldn't have asked him for help.
"Seriously, Pan. You can hang out with me and Trunks and your uncle then, if that's what you'd like. We'll be there for you. And don't forget, you do still have Marron."
"I do, don't I?" she said with a rather soggy smile, her countenance already brightening intensely.
"Yea. And whenever you need someone to be with, you've got us three guys."
"Thanks so much!" She exclaimed as she turned around and pulled him into a big hug, accidentally wiping a couple of tears off on his sleeve.
A little shocked at her outburst, he blushed then returned the hug with just as much vigor, a smile spreading across his cheeks.
Assured that she had a couple friends she could count on now, even though the other whores she used to call friends had dumped her, Pan's whole outlook changed.
She owed Uubu for it all too.
The youngest Son knew she had Marron all along. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Marron wasn't always around when she needed her. Their daily schedules -work and all- conflicted, so when Pan wanted to go with someone to lunch, the blonde wasn't available and the same applied to many other occasions.
"Come along, now," Uubu began, standing up and offering his hand out to Pan who still sat seated on the curb, "Let's get some ice cream, my treat. What do you say?"
Her bright eyes lit up to their usual glamour and she raised herself from the ground, ignoring his outstretched hands, brushing off her knees. Taking his wrist in her palm, she skipped off and drug him along, ready for some ice cream.
Uubu just smiled. She was something else.
"So, Pan," he said through a mouthful of hot fudge syrup and whip cream, the ice cream hidden among the mounds of sweets and other toppings he piled on top of it, "What're you studying now?"
"Psych. It's rather interesting, in fact, seeing how people tick. I don't even know how I got into it. Maybe it was all of you guys.
I mean, all of us are a tad bit off, right? And so maybe it has something to do with how we were raised and I've just always wanted to help people, but I don't think I can stand to cut them open. Despite my lineage, that is way too gory for me. Besides, it looks fun!" She explained to him.
"Uh huh..." he responded, looking at her sideways in a skeptical, yet joking, manner. Pan lightly slapped his wrist.
"Hurry up, slowpoke, or else we're going to be late!! Daddy did say he wanted me home in time for supper, you know, and you're keeping me as it is. You don't want to see him mad, do you?"
Uubu's eyes immediately grew large and round with fear. Gohan was not someone to mess with. Not at all.
"Thought so!" Pan smirked as she grabbed him and hoisted him to his feet, forcing him to abandon the half-eaten sundae on the table.
He quickly fished out a couple dollars and laid them on the table, praying to Kami that it would cover their bill and a bit of a tip for the waitress. After all Pan and he had put her through with their childish antics, she deserved it.
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Arriving home, Pan was surprised to see her father's car gone from the driveway. Normally he was home on Tuesdays and she had no idea where he could have gone.
Glancing back at Uubu, she yelled at him to hold on a second as she went to see if anyone at all was home. She seriously doubted it. Wherever her father went, her mother was right along side him. They'd always been that way, for Kami know what reason.
"Momma?" She called into dark doorway, not receiving an answer. Stepping further into the room, she called out again, still not getting any response.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back around, leaving the heavy oak door wide open as she skipped back down to Uubu, a new light shining in her ebony eyes.
"They're not home?" The young man asked his companion, looking down at her from his high stature.
Snaking her hand around his waist, causing his cheeks to light, she nodded a slow "No", leading him toward her front door as she responded.
"Oh," he said.
Not a word had come out of Pan, as the wheels of her mind began to turn at a rapid rate.
Climbing up the stairs of her front porch, she continued to lead him into her home, ignoring his questions of where they were going.
Finally, he'd had enough, and grabbing her, placing her firmly in front of him so he could look her in the eyes, he asked her one last time.
"Why did you bring me in here?"
Immediately, the tears began to flow down her cheeks, just as they had earlier that afternoon.
"Oh, Uubu, I just don't feel like being home alone. I mean, my day was just so stressful, and since my mom and dad aren't here, I thought you could keep me company."
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" he asked as he pulled her to him, embracing her in hopes to comfort her and so she'd quit her crying. He was always a sucker for tears.
Because of his movement, though, he missed the devious smirk that crossed her face as he gave in.
Slowly, Pan ceased her false tears, wiping her eyes in her sleeves like a child would, and gave Uubu yet another emotional hug, telling him she was going to get herself a drink.
"Would you grab me something while you're at it?" the boy asked.
"Sure," she called back over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, "Anything in particular you would like?"
"No, just whatever," he answered.
Her jagged midnight locks swayed as she mixed the drinks, without Uubu's knowledge, giving each a bit more alcohol than what could have possibly been healthy for them, hiding it all in some soda.
"Here you go," was said offhandedly as she handed him the drink she'd prepared for him.
No thanks was heard as he quickly gulped it down, realizing he was a lot more thirsty than he'd previously thought.
Pan just smiled as she sipped at her own drink, finishing it off rather fast despite her slow intake.
Together they sat on the couch and turned on the television to their favorite cartoon channel.
Even though both were college students soon to be entering the real world, they still kept that small bit of immaturity between themselves, watching all their favorite childhood cartoons and discussing their likes and dislikes afterwards, no matter how silly it seemed to someone else observing.
A drunken blush began to appear across the bridge of the tan boy's nose, betraying his inebriated state. A slightly lighter one had also begun to show on the young girl.
Still, though, they continued to watch, enraptured by the television and the two-dimensional characters running insanely across it.
In the middle of one of the most climactic and important battle scenes, the two main characters facing off in a deadly fury, Uubu turned towards the young woman seated beside him, noticing in clearly for the first time exactly how lovely she really did look. A smile spread gently across his features as he continued to watch her as she concentrated on the simple visual box in front of her.
Pan, feeling eyes upon her, turned to look at Uubu, her brows scrunched up as she looked at him questioningly, the alcohol causing her to exaggerate all of her actions immensely.
His smile simply grew.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked him playfully.
Uubu didn't bother to respond, instead leaning in toward the feminine beauty beside him, eyes slightly glazed. Resting his hand gently across her cheek, he pulled her bewildered face towards him, placing one chaste kiss upon her lips.
Pulling back he asked, "What did you put in my drink?" his speech beginning to slur.
"Nothing," she answered innocently, leaning in for another kiss from this previously unthought-of of beau.
He backed off just a little farther, not having anywhere else to go on the small couch.
"Liar." He stated.
Something flashed in her eyes as he said those words, and guilt played across her face.
"It was just a bit of liquor," she finally answered.
"Oh," he answered shortly, "That's okay." And giving into her pleading lips, he planted yet another kiss there, this one more passionate and full of need.
One kiss led to many and slowly, his hand began to inch up the back side of her shirt until it fell upon the small metal clasp of her bra.
Her back arched slightly as his cold hands fiddled with the impossible clasp, the kisses stopped in his frustration.
"Look," she said, her judgment still impaired from the alcohol, as she reached back and unclasped it herself, saving him the trouble, "All better."
With that she slid her own shirt over the top of her head, losing her bra along with it, and then began unbuttoning his.
"We can't do this," Uubu began, but was quickly silenced by his own need, as he led the dark haired girl up to her bedroom, ignoring the still childish décor that met him as he entered.
"I love you," Pan whispered softly to him through the heated passion, pausing slightly for her caressing words.
"Say it sober," was her only response, as she was swept up into the moment.
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Pan awoke to a knocking sound at her bedroom door, her father's voice attached.
"Honey, it's time to wake up. Breakfast is already on the table, and if you don't hurry up, it'll be cold by the time you get to it."
Her head pounded and she couldn't remember why. All of yesterday afternoon since the cartoons had been a blur. The last thing that she clearly remembered was watching the good guy as he blew up the bad.
She smiled. She had won her bet with Uubu. The good guy always did win and he was just silly to say otherwise.
However, her joy was short-lived as she opened her eyes and embraced the sunlight, hurriedly shutting them again in order to avoid the extreme pain pounding in her head.
Rolling over to climb off her bed, eyes still shut, she ran into something hard; something kind of gushy, but still hard.
Everything came rushing back to her at that moment; the passionate moments that had filled the vague night before, and his face, always present in every scene, haunted her as she opened her eyes completely, taking in the same features that had filled her vision the night before.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block everything out, hoping that she was just imagining it all.
Taking a deep breath, she reopened them, only to face the sleeping vision of Uubu below her.
Good Kami. Why'd she do it?
Another slow breath was taken to calm her self and help her to regain control.
It was simple. Uubu would have to leave via the window and she would go on to breakfast as if nothing had happened. Simple.
"Uubu," she whispered softly, ignoring her state of undress, "Uubu, you need to get up."
A soft moan exited his lips as he rolled over, mumbling something about how he didn't want to go to school and he told his mom to go away.
"I'm not your mother, Uubu, but you need to get up. Please, get up now before my father comes in here." She pleaded, her heart already racing in fear of her father's anger. "Please, Uubu, please get up."
She finally resorted to shaking the deep sleeping boy, her frantic actions finally succeeding in waking him.
"Whoa," he mumbled, grabbing his forehead, but the raven locked girl was apathetic to his pain, shoving him his clothes and leading him to her window, wishing him luck as she pushed him out onto the balcony.
"Keep your power level low. Father will notice otherwise," she warned him, shutting the glass doors immediately and slumping down against them as the tears started to pour down from her pain-streaked eyes.
Her body wracked with her silent sobs, trying to keep her loathing to herself so no one else in the house would notice. For the most part she was successful, too, but not entirely. Every once in a while a small whimper escaped, not to be noticed by a soul in the household.
"What have I done? Oh, Kami, what have I done?"