Hey, whaddaya know! I liiiiiiiiiiiiive!!! Ha!!! You're all still
thinking I'm crazy 'cuz of the cat thing..I know..but it gets better. This
chapter I'm actually gonna..well...I don't know yet.I'm making this up as I
go. Alright, I have no witty quotes for you today so without further ado,
let the story begin!
Q: What's your favorite song? A: Tough one. I never change the station when a Doors song is on, so it's somewhere in there.
-Eric Vale's interview
Chapter 9!!!!
Pan stared at the wreckage and tried to grasp the full damage that had been done. "STAR!!!" she called, panic invading her voice. She called the name several more times before sprinting into the rubble trying to dig up her cat. Anger flashed in her eyes, and they looked not black, but, with the dying flames reflected in them, red. Finally a tiny 'meow' made its way to her super-sensitive ears. She followed it and saw, coming out of the distance, a limping black shape that slowly sharpened to become a scraggly cat. She scooped it up and her heart slowly went back to its proper place.
"Her paw looks broken, or at the very least twisted." Trunks offered while checking the pulses of all the people laying scattered around the building. "Well they certainly did their job well," He said angrily when he had finished, "Not one person left alive. Your cat must have jumped out of the window before the building blew up, which is probably the cause of her injury."
"All my stuff.." Pan whispered while gazing at the building and holding Star. "It's gone.." She appeared not to have heard Trunks. "I have nowhere to live..no clothes...no..nothing." She wasn't crying, but the lack of emotion in her voice scared Trunks, because he realized that she had built her heart up, encased it in a layer of ice, so that no matter what happened, she wouldn't be able to feel pain. It was disturbing how calm and unperturbed she was.
Trunks took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to do could drive him crazy, given that he didn't know the girl at all. "Well..." he began, "You could come and.." He cleared his throat nervously, "live with me if you wanted." He paused for her reaction. When there was none, he went on hurriedly, "I have more than enough room---"
"I don't accept charity Trunks." She said coldly, her back still to him.
"That much I expected, coming from you," he said jokingly, "but you have nowhere to go, and if you stay with me, we can use each other to build our strength. I'm tired of sparring against machines."
She turned towards him, "If I do, you'll rub it in my face every chance you get, and you'll hold it against me. Saving my life then offering me a home, like I'm a helpless beggar. I don't know if my pride could handle it."
He snorted in amusement, "Well, you don't know me very well then. I would be the last person to do something like that. I have decency you know. Not all men are pigs."
"Like you had decency at breakfast when you used the fact that you'd saved my life to get a little food?" She pointed out.
"Ah...erm..sorry about that Pan." He grinned good-naturedly, "I'm just not used to having beautiful women running around cooking breakfast." When he realized he had just said the word 'beautiful', he turned a bright shade of crimson, which clashed horribly with his hair, and he looked down at his feet. "I mean..um..it's not like..the only person who ever cooked me breakfast was my mom."
Pan's eyes widened, not for the first time that day, as she felt her heart flip-flop and start going at 200 beats a minute. 'Did he just say I was beautiful?' she wondered. She realized she was blushing as well and did her best to rectify the situation. "I understand. Well then..I guess if I stay with you, you can't say it's charity because I'll be cooking and cleaning and I'll be sparring with you."
"Yeah...that's it. So..um, see if you can salvage anything from the wreckage and we'll head..home." He said the last word so quietly she almost didn't hear it, but she knew that now that she had accepted, changes were in store for her, and, indeed, for the rest of mankind. Sharing the same home with a man she barely knew was going to be a challenge, she knew, but something about him, the something she had seen the first time she had ever seen him, was comforting, and it gave her hope for the first time in a very long time.
Wow!!!!!! Short! But I got it up on the same night as chapter 8 so you guys can't complain.Well, probably nothing for a while, unless I do stuff next weekend. Adios, mis amigos!!!
Q: What's your favorite song? A: Tough one. I never change the station when a Doors song is on, so it's somewhere in there.
-Eric Vale's interview
Chapter 9!!!!
Pan stared at the wreckage and tried to grasp the full damage that had been done. "STAR!!!" she called, panic invading her voice. She called the name several more times before sprinting into the rubble trying to dig up her cat. Anger flashed in her eyes, and they looked not black, but, with the dying flames reflected in them, red. Finally a tiny 'meow' made its way to her super-sensitive ears. She followed it and saw, coming out of the distance, a limping black shape that slowly sharpened to become a scraggly cat. She scooped it up and her heart slowly went back to its proper place.
"Her paw looks broken, or at the very least twisted." Trunks offered while checking the pulses of all the people laying scattered around the building. "Well they certainly did their job well," He said angrily when he had finished, "Not one person left alive. Your cat must have jumped out of the window before the building blew up, which is probably the cause of her injury."
"All my stuff.." Pan whispered while gazing at the building and holding Star. "It's gone.." She appeared not to have heard Trunks. "I have nowhere to live..no clothes...no..nothing." She wasn't crying, but the lack of emotion in her voice scared Trunks, because he realized that she had built her heart up, encased it in a layer of ice, so that no matter what happened, she wouldn't be able to feel pain. It was disturbing how calm and unperturbed she was.
Trunks took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to do could drive him crazy, given that he didn't know the girl at all. "Well..." he began, "You could come and.." He cleared his throat nervously, "live with me if you wanted." He paused for her reaction. When there was none, he went on hurriedly, "I have more than enough room---"
"I don't accept charity Trunks." She said coldly, her back still to him.
"That much I expected, coming from you," he said jokingly, "but you have nowhere to go, and if you stay with me, we can use each other to build our strength. I'm tired of sparring against machines."
She turned towards him, "If I do, you'll rub it in my face every chance you get, and you'll hold it against me. Saving my life then offering me a home, like I'm a helpless beggar. I don't know if my pride could handle it."
He snorted in amusement, "Well, you don't know me very well then. I would be the last person to do something like that. I have decency you know. Not all men are pigs."
"Like you had decency at breakfast when you used the fact that you'd saved my life to get a little food?" She pointed out.
"Ah...erm..sorry about that Pan." He grinned good-naturedly, "I'm just not used to having beautiful women running around cooking breakfast." When he realized he had just said the word 'beautiful', he turned a bright shade of crimson, which clashed horribly with his hair, and he looked down at his feet. "I mean..um..it's not like..the only person who ever cooked me breakfast was my mom."
Pan's eyes widened, not for the first time that day, as she felt her heart flip-flop and start going at 200 beats a minute. 'Did he just say I was beautiful?' she wondered. She realized she was blushing as well and did her best to rectify the situation. "I understand. Well then..I guess if I stay with you, you can't say it's charity because I'll be cooking and cleaning and I'll be sparring with you."
"Yeah...that's it. So..um, see if you can salvage anything from the wreckage and we'll head..home." He said the last word so quietly she almost didn't hear it, but she knew that now that she had accepted, changes were in store for her, and, indeed, for the rest of mankind. Sharing the same home with a man she barely knew was going to be a challenge, she knew, but something about him, the something she had seen the first time she had ever seen him, was comforting, and it gave her hope for the first time in a very long time.
Wow!!!!!! Short! But I got it up on the same night as chapter 8 so you guys can't complain.Well, probably nothing for a while, unless I do stuff next weekend. Adios, mis amigos!!!