YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! I know VERY VERY well how cheesy it is that Videl
is Star........sigh, but put yourselves in my position.......person who just got
their face chewed by a dog (yes, it happened on April 24 and I had to get
two sets of stitches on my ALREADY huge nose because it was basically torn
in three), struggling to retain v. high grade point average by actually
DOING all of my homework, and, to top it all off, having SEVERE writer's
block. I know I know, getting attacked by a dog has NOTHING to do with
what I was writing but it really hurt whimper. Oy......so without further
ado, the point where I may actually be able to turn my story around for the
better! (I TOLD you guys this would be better as a movie!!!!! Oy!!!)
Capitulo Trece!!!
When Pan had finally spilled every last tear, and had ejaculated every last harsh word that she had held in for so many years, a long silence passed between the two as they sat on Trunks' bed (A/N-yes, I moved them up there.....also, I just realized that I put in a couple of instances where tears "leak out" of Pan's eyes, when I said she's supposed to never have cried......just ignore that blatant loss of foresight). It wasn't uncomfortable---indeed, it was perhaps the first silence for either of them that had passed without a feeling of needing to talk to fill the empty air. It was refreshing; all of the pent up feelings had been let loose, and Pan felt an empty place in her heart where her anger had formerly resided that was waiting to be filled with something else. With love perhaps.
Trunks finally reached across the bed to his nightstand and picked up the bag of chocolate-covered gummi bears (A/N-yes, if you can't tell, I LOVE those things.....shoooo good. Hmmm, maybe I should go get some. J/k).
"Want some?" He asked.
Pan stared at him for a second and then burst out laughing.
"Whaaaaaaaat??" he asked, amazement printed across his face, "What did I do? Is there something on my face?"
"I.....don't know......what's so funny!" she managed to gasp out, "It's just," she continued when she had caught her breath, "You offering me food right now is kind of.......weird. It's just funny is all."
"Fine. More for me!" he said, while reaching into the bag and grabbing a few.
"Hey! I didn't say I didn't want any!!!! Gimme that!!!!" she reached over and tried to grab the bag, but Trunks had already lifted it over his head, causing Pan to reach up and bring herself face to face with him. Their eyes met and she paused in her crusade for gummi bears for a split second. Her heart was pounding when she realized that she had been staring. But how could she not get lost in his eyes? Those big blue eyes with so much emotion---as opposed to hers, which held nothing. It was another few tense seconds before she could make her brain function. Her first reaction was to put a hand on his face and push while grabbing onto the bag so that now he lay on his own bed with a red handprint on his face.
"Owww! You could've just asked me nicely!!!"
"Trunks, you know that's not my policy," she said, while triumphantly eating the bears with a huge grin plastered across her face. "If I want something, I'm not going to ask for it! Especially chocolate!"
Trunks arched an eyebrow as he heard his name coming from her lips. He realized that she hadn't said his name in a completely derogative tone until now. Before this moment in time his name had always been said like it hurt her to say it. He rather enjoyed the change. He sighed contentedly, and moved his hands under his head. He glanced over to Pan who was consuming gummi bears at a slower rate now, gazing thoughtfully across the room to the door. "Pan?" he began, "Are you Ok now?"
She looked over at him and swallowed the bear in her mouth before putting the bag down and lying down next to him, mimicking his position and gazing at the ceiling. "Yeah, I think I am." She turned her face towards him and smiled—the first real smile she had given in years.
And to Trunks, it was like his mom was still there, like he didn't have to fight for mankind anymore, like his life was perfect. But all good things come to an end, and Pan's smile was broken by her huge yawn, revealing all of her very white teeth and pink tongue. She stretched sleepily, and asked, "What time is it?"
Trunks was surprised as he gave the answer—"One thirty already. Are you sleepy?"
"No yawn way! I'm just stretching out my mouth is all," came the reply, but her eyes were already half closed. She reached over and, in a sudden gesture of affection, hugged him. Because they were both laying down, it looked more like she was sleeping on his chest, but it was a hug nonetheless. His skin was set aflame, and his heart was pounding so that he was sure she would notice something, the way her cheek was pressed against him. But she was already fast asleep, breathing deeply and peacefully. He didn't dare disturb her. If she was so wrathful in her waking hours, what would she be like if awoken from slumber? Besides, he was rather enjoying the feel of her skin on his, the way her soft hair spilled over his side and over his neck.
He was feeling something he has never before felt in his entire life. Lust. How could he not, with this beautiful girl lying upon him, waiting for his caress. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to love her---but who would dare to do any of those things to Pan? She required no love it seemed, only acceptance, and he had given her that---what else could she possibly need? But these feelings were fleeting, for he had learned to distrust anything that could hurt him, including emotion, and he quelled the urges quickly. He was very justified in his decision to distrust his feelings for Pan, as he would soon see. His heart rate slowed again as he thought of whom he was dealing with. Cold, unfeeling, Pan. So then why had she hugged him? Why did she seem so content lying there? As he thought these things, his eyelids grew heavy, and sleep was coming fast.
Now he was standing in a warm, gray mist. He couldn't see anything (Toady's note:......dun dun dun!!!) more than 10 yards in front of him. He was tingling all over, as if his whole body had fallen asleep, and the mist began to get cold. Suddenly his hyper-sensitive ears (A/N: and by the way, I know EXACTLY how the ear works now---we're studying the nervous system. Whoooo!) heard the sound of footsteps on the hard, cold stone beneath his own bare feet. Whoever it was wasn't wearing any shoes either, and he shivered in anticipation and as a reaction to the cold---he was still wearing only a pair of jeans, exactly as he'd fallen asleep.
Out of the mist appeared Pan, dressed in the same, tight black dress in which he had first found her. Apparently it had the same affect upon him in his dream world as in the real world. His head spun and he suddenly found himself unable to move, although he wasn't sure if that was a reaction to the dress or a function of the dream. His body grew hot as he realized she was walking towards him slowly, seductively, her eyes never leaving his and her hips swaying dangerously. She focused the same intense gaze upon him now as she did when they were fighting, but this time the gaze was anything but hostile. The corners of her mouth were turned up in an insolent, sexy, smirk, which broke the last amount of resolve that he had been using to think pure thoughts. He wanted her. He wanted her very badly. He felt like he would explode if she didn't come nearer to him.
And then, finally, after what seemed like an eon, she had arrived next to him. He wanted to reach out and pull her to him, to start pulling off what little clothing she had on, but he really couldn't move. He cursed his subconscious for giving him so little power during his own dream- --even if it was only a dream. When she reached out and put her hands around his neck, he noticed that her skin, like his, was burning hot. He also noticed how smooth her skin was and how closely she had pressed her body against his.
Slowly she brought down one hand to pull his face down to hers and.....he was melting in complete bliss as her lips finally touched his. The whole event was sending him into sensory overload, and even though he knew it was just a dream, he couldn't help responding by deepening the kiss. He was suddenly able to move his arms, and so, without further ado, he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her even closer (if at all possible) and ran his other hand lovingly down her neck. Down.....down.....down. She broke the very passionate kiss and grabbed his wandering hand, throwing her head back and laughing wildly because she knew she was in control. She began to kiss him again, this time tracing kisses slowly down his face and neck and chest, only to come back up to cover his mouth once again. Trunks, however, wasn't satisfied by only her kisses--- they left him feeling even more ravenous for her body---and was ready to try once again to move things along, when Pan broke contact yet again. But this time he hadn't done anything. She looked regretful, not only for leaving Trunks aching for more, but for something else, as if she knew something he didn't.
And, at that moment, whether by coincidence or by a deep subliminal message, he noticed that she wasn't wearing her necklace. The one thing that she had vowed never to remove, and it hadn't appeared here in his dream. Yet every other feature was congruent with the Pan in real life. Even her mannerisms, while unexpected, were exactly the way she would have reacted in the real world. Was it a slip of the subconscious? He couldn't tell. Her now sad, soft smile was telling him something and he couldn't decipher it. With one last, gentle movement she brought her lips to his and kissed him softly. Then she backed away until she was just out of his reach, and he found that he was frozen once again.
It happened so quickly he barely had time to register it in his mind. Pan was clenching her stomach in pain and now the dress she was wearing was white, although Trunks hadn't seen it change. Red covered her whole torso, seeping through the dress and dripping into and off of her hands. As Trunks watched, a tear in the dress was forming before his eyes. The fabric was ripping jaggedly across her stomach, revealing a lethal gash directly beneath it. Her face was losing its color as blood spilled out onto the cold stone floor beneath her. He struggled to go to her, to sweep her up into his arms, to save her, but the force which kept him motionless was stronger than all of his sayajin fury. He could feel tears of rage running down his face, and his heart was rending in two. He shouted her name in agony and screamed from his own excruciating pain. Then, as his eyes remained transfixed upon her, another deep, long gasp appeared in her arm. She cried out in pain and clutched her arm. And now more gashes appeared all over her body---on her legs and her arms and her back. They came as if an invisible swordsman had raced around her and used her as a practice target. Finally, after she had been reduced to being sprawled upon her back on the floor, gasping for breath, one especially slow stroke was delivered to her face. From below her eye, a thin, torturous cut ran painstakingly, little by little down her cheek, not stopping until it had run down over her chin and halfway down her throat. By now, Trunks' eyes were red with pain and rage, and the pain which racked his own body left him feeling numb and destroyed.
Out of the shadows he registered one more set of footsteps, and his sobs were suddenly quelled as if something large and unpleasant had been rammed down his throat. He felt like he was choking, but he wasn't. Even with his eyes half-blinded in his mortal anguish, he was still able to register the insidious form of one of the only two things he truly hated in his world. Android 17 walked forward carelessly, hands in his pockets, to inspect the almost dead Pan. Her eyelids were fluttering and she threatened to leave forever rather than look upon the menacing android. He removed his hands from his pockets, crouched down, and picked her up gently in his arms. Now Trunks felt sick. Then, as gently as he had picked her up, 17 bent down to kiss Pan upon the forehead. And he moved to her lips--- her two, beautiful, lips---and, roughly now, he kissed her again.....and again....and again.....
Trunks was dying inside now, and he could feel it. He could feel his heart collapse in upon itself and he had forgotten that it was only a dream, or rather, a nightmare. Finally, 17 had finished desecrating her body with his foul lips, and he slowly took her neck in one hand and her ankles in the other. He raised her up high above his head, raised his knee, and brought her body down upon his knee so fast it was hard to see. The only sound was a sickening crack as the last life seeped from Pan's body. Trunks screamed so loudly he felt as if he was shattering his own eardrums. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then, afraid of what he would see, he opened them, but he only saw white.
It was the ceiling. The ceiling of his own room. He was breathing so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. Tears were streaming down his face and sweat covered his body. His heart was still racing, and showed little indication of slowing down anytime soon. Then he saw her, his angel, his dream, standing over him, looking so very concerned and relieved at the same time.
Her voice floated to him from far away, "Trunks? Trunks?" The tone was anxious and hurried.
Painfully he answered, "I'm here. I'm back.....from hell." He was still gasping for breath. "I......had a nightmare. Please.....don't go. Please?"
Her eyes looked ready to brim over with tears but she brought the back of her hand across her face and wiped away any moisture there. "Of course I'm not going anywhere," she said, while reaching down and stroking his forehead, wiping away sweat and brushing back the damp hair from face. If only she had known quite what he meant. She closed her eyes for a second and opened them again, her own breathing rather ragged. "You scared me so badly. I didn't know what to do. You were screaming.....and-and I couldn't wake you up. I tried. I was so scared. You looked like you were being tortured. I-I-" she couldn't finish. Instead she threw herself onto his chest and hugged him tightly, like a frightened child. He brought his arms around her and they held each other for several minutes, waiting until both of them had regulated their breathing and calmed down.
"So what happened?" she finally asked, her eyes on the bed now that she was sitting upright again.
The moment of truth. Did he have the heart to tell her what he had truly seen? What good could it do? It would only scare her and make her even more jumpy than she already was. Besides, what were the possibilities of it actually happening? They were higher than he was willing to admit, but he just wanted to be comforted and to comfort her right now. So he said, "I-I dreamed about....about my mother's........murder." It was almost as painful to say the sentence as it would have been to tell Pan about her own brutal death, but he was shielding Pan from certain pain and fear.
Her eyes rose to his, and for a moment, Trunks was sure that she could see through his words, that she could see what had really happened to her, but then her gaze shifted downwards again. There were no words fitting for a moment like that. He had just confided in her the terrible secret of his mother's demise, and she knew the only being capable of wreaking such havoc upon Trunks' psyche was 17. So instead, she held his hand, and they sat, deep into the night, until the morning hours, until both had drifted off into a quiet, dreamless sleep. Pan slept once again on Trunks' chest, and they didn't wake up until sometime after noon.
Uh......heh heh heh. You guys will either really like or really hate that chapter. It's veeeeery serious. I promise I'll write a fluffier story after this one! Really! But hey, I wrote a semi-steamy love scene, and I totally didn't think I could do THAT. Toady can vouch for me. Anyways, I DID finally get my chocolate-covered gummi bears, and my nose is healing very well. I just can't get too much sun on the scars. And there's still internal stitches and all that. Anyways, PLEASE review so I can know whether you hate this chapter so much you will never read my work again, or if you love it to pieces, or if you're indifferent or.......oh goodness, I don't know. But don't be too hard on a starving (ok, well not starving, but very stressed out because of finals) quasi-artiste. Gracias!
Capitulo Trece!!!
When Pan had finally spilled every last tear, and had ejaculated every last harsh word that she had held in for so many years, a long silence passed between the two as they sat on Trunks' bed (A/N-yes, I moved them up there.....also, I just realized that I put in a couple of instances where tears "leak out" of Pan's eyes, when I said she's supposed to never have cried......just ignore that blatant loss of foresight). It wasn't uncomfortable---indeed, it was perhaps the first silence for either of them that had passed without a feeling of needing to talk to fill the empty air. It was refreshing; all of the pent up feelings had been let loose, and Pan felt an empty place in her heart where her anger had formerly resided that was waiting to be filled with something else. With love perhaps.
Trunks finally reached across the bed to his nightstand and picked up the bag of chocolate-covered gummi bears (A/N-yes, if you can't tell, I LOVE those things.....shoooo good. Hmmm, maybe I should go get some. J/k).
"Want some?" He asked.
Pan stared at him for a second and then burst out laughing.
"Whaaaaaaaat??" he asked, amazement printed across his face, "What did I do? Is there something on my face?"
"I.....don't know......what's so funny!" she managed to gasp out, "It's just," she continued when she had caught her breath, "You offering me food right now is kind of.......weird. It's just funny is all."
"Fine. More for me!" he said, while reaching into the bag and grabbing a few.
"Hey! I didn't say I didn't want any!!!! Gimme that!!!!" she reached over and tried to grab the bag, but Trunks had already lifted it over his head, causing Pan to reach up and bring herself face to face with him. Their eyes met and she paused in her crusade for gummi bears for a split second. Her heart was pounding when she realized that she had been staring. But how could she not get lost in his eyes? Those big blue eyes with so much emotion---as opposed to hers, which held nothing. It was another few tense seconds before she could make her brain function. Her first reaction was to put a hand on his face and push while grabbing onto the bag so that now he lay on his own bed with a red handprint on his face.
"Owww! You could've just asked me nicely!!!"
"Trunks, you know that's not my policy," she said, while triumphantly eating the bears with a huge grin plastered across her face. "If I want something, I'm not going to ask for it! Especially chocolate!"
Trunks arched an eyebrow as he heard his name coming from her lips. He realized that she hadn't said his name in a completely derogative tone until now. Before this moment in time his name had always been said like it hurt her to say it. He rather enjoyed the change. He sighed contentedly, and moved his hands under his head. He glanced over to Pan who was consuming gummi bears at a slower rate now, gazing thoughtfully across the room to the door. "Pan?" he began, "Are you Ok now?"
She looked over at him and swallowed the bear in her mouth before putting the bag down and lying down next to him, mimicking his position and gazing at the ceiling. "Yeah, I think I am." She turned her face towards him and smiled—the first real smile she had given in years.
And to Trunks, it was like his mom was still there, like he didn't have to fight for mankind anymore, like his life was perfect. But all good things come to an end, and Pan's smile was broken by her huge yawn, revealing all of her very white teeth and pink tongue. She stretched sleepily, and asked, "What time is it?"
Trunks was surprised as he gave the answer—"One thirty already. Are you sleepy?"
"No yawn way! I'm just stretching out my mouth is all," came the reply, but her eyes were already half closed. She reached over and, in a sudden gesture of affection, hugged him. Because they were both laying down, it looked more like she was sleeping on his chest, but it was a hug nonetheless. His skin was set aflame, and his heart was pounding so that he was sure she would notice something, the way her cheek was pressed against him. But she was already fast asleep, breathing deeply and peacefully. He didn't dare disturb her. If she was so wrathful in her waking hours, what would she be like if awoken from slumber? Besides, he was rather enjoying the feel of her skin on his, the way her soft hair spilled over his side and over his neck.
He was feeling something he has never before felt in his entire life. Lust. How could he not, with this beautiful girl lying upon him, waiting for his caress. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to love her---but who would dare to do any of those things to Pan? She required no love it seemed, only acceptance, and he had given her that---what else could she possibly need? But these feelings were fleeting, for he had learned to distrust anything that could hurt him, including emotion, and he quelled the urges quickly. He was very justified in his decision to distrust his feelings for Pan, as he would soon see. His heart rate slowed again as he thought of whom he was dealing with. Cold, unfeeling, Pan. So then why had she hugged him? Why did she seem so content lying there? As he thought these things, his eyelids grew heavy, and sleep was coming fast.
Now he was standing in a warm, gray mist. He couldn't see anything (Toady's note:......dun dun dun!!!) more than 10 yards in front of him. He was tingling all over, as if his whole body had fallen asleep, and the mist began to get cold. Suddenly his hyper-sensitive ears (A/N: and by the way, I know EXACTLY how the ear works now---we're studying the nervous system. Whoooo!) heard the sound of footsteps on the hard, cold stone beneath his own bare feet. Whoever it was wasn't wearing any shoes either, and he shivered in anticipation and as a reaction to the cold---he was still wearing only a pair of jeans, exactly as he'd fallen asleep.
Out of the mist appeared Pan, dressed in the same, tight black dress in which he had first found her. Apparently it had the same affect upon him in his dream world as in the real world. His head spun and he suddenly found himself unable to move, although he wasn't sure if that was a reaction to the dress or a function of the dream. His body grew hot as he realized she was walking towards him slowly, seductively, her eyes never leaving his and her hips swaying dangerously. She focused the same intense gaze upon him now as she did when they were fighting, but this time the gaze was anything but hostile. The corners of her mouth were turned up in an insolent, sexy, smirk, which broke the last amount of resolve that he had been using to think pure thoughts. He wanted her. He wanted her very badly. He felt like he would explode if she didn't come nearer to him.
And then, finally, after what seemed like an eon, she had arrived next to him. He wanted to reach out and pull her to him, to start pulling off what little clothing she had on, but he really couldn't move. He cursed his subconscious for giving him so little power during his own dream- --even if it was only a dream. When she reached out and put her hands around his neck, he noticed that her skin, like his, was burning hot. He also noticed how smooth her skin was and how closely she had pressed her body against his.
Slowly she brought down one hand to pull his face down to hers and.....he was melting in complete bliss as her lips finally touched his. The whole event was sending him into sensory overload, and even though he knew it was just a dream, he couldn't help responding by deepening the kiss. He was suddenly able to move his arms, and so, without further ado, he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her even closer (if at all possible) and ran his other hand lovingly down her neck. Down.....down.....down. She broke the very passionate kiss and grabbed his wandering hand, throwing her head back and laughing wildly because she knew she was in control. She began to kiss him again, this time tracing kisses slowly down his face and neck and chest, only to come back up to cover his mouth once again. Trunks, however, wasn't satisfied by only her kisses--- they left him feeling even more ravenous for her body---and was ready to try once again to move things along, when Pan broke contact yet again. But this time he hadn't done anything. She looked regretful, not only for leaving Trunks aching for more, but for something else, as if she knew something he didn't.
And, at that moment, whether by coincidence or by a deep subliminal message, he noticed that she wasn't wearing her necklace. The one thing that she had vowed never to remove, and it hadn't appeared here in his dream. Yet every other feature was congruent with the Pan in real life. Even her mannerisms, while unexpected, were exactly the way she would have reacted in the real world. Was it a slip of the subconscious? He couldn't tell. Her now sad, soft smile was telling him something and he couldn't decipher it. With one last, gentle movement she brought her lips to his and kissed him softly. Then she backed away until she was just out of his reach, and he found that he was frozen once again.
It happened so quickly he barely had time to register it in his mind. Pan was clenching her stomach in pain and now the dress she was wearing was white, although Trunks hadn't seen it change. Red covered her whole torso, seeping through the dress and dripping into and off of her hands. As Trunks watched, a tear in the dress was forming before his eyes. The fabric was ripping jaggedly across her stomach, revealing a lethal gash directly beneath it. Her face was losing its color as blood spilled out onto the cold stone floor beneath her. He struggled to go to her, to sweep her up into his arms, to save her, but the force which kept him motionless was stronger than all of his sayajin fury. He could feel tears of rage running down his face, and his heart was rending in two. He shouted her name in agony and screamed from his own excruciating pain. Then, as his eyes remained transfixed upon her, another deep, long gasp appeared in her arm. She cried out in pain and clutched her arm. And now more gashes appeared all over her body---on her legs and her arms and her back. They came as if an invisible swordsman had raced around her and used her as a practice target. Finally, after she had been reduced to being sprawled upon her back on the floor, gasping for breath, one especially slow stroke was delivered to her face. From below her eye, a thin, torturous cut ran painstakingly, little by little down her cheek, not stopping until it had run down over her chin and halfway down her throat. By now, Trunks' eyes were red with pain and rage, and the pain which racked his own body left him feeling numb and destroyed.
Out of the shadows he registered one more set of footsteps, and his sobs were suddenly quelled as if something large and unpleasant had been rammed down his throat. He felt like he was choking, but he wasn't. Even with his eyes half-blinded in his mortal anguish, he was still able to register the insidious form of one of the only two things he truly hated in his world. Android 17 walked forward carelessly, hands in his pockets, to inspect the almost dead Pan. Her eyelids were fluttering and she threatened to leave forever rather than look upon the menacing android. He removed his hands from his pockets, crouched down, and picked her up gently in his arms. Now Trunks felt sick. Then, as gently as he had picked her up, 17 bent down to kiss Pan upon the forehead. And he moved to her lips--- her two, beautiful, lips---and, roughly now, he kissed her again.....and again....and again.....
Trunks was dying inside now, and he could feel it. He could feel his heart collapse in upon itself and he had forgotten that it was only a dream, or rather, a nightmare. Finally, 17 had finished desecrating her body with his foul lips, and he slowly took her neck in one hand and her ankles in the other. He raised her up high above his head, raised his knee, and brought her body down upon his knee so fast it was hard to see. The only sound was a sickening crack as the last life seeped from Pan's body. Trunks screamed so loudly he felt as if he was shattering his own eardrums. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then, afraid of what he would see, he opened them, but he only saw white.
It was the ceiling. The ceiling of his own room. He was breathing so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. Tears were streaming down his face and sweat covered his body. His heart was still racing, and showed little indication of slowing down anytime soon. Then he saw her, his angel, his dream, standing over him, looking so very concerned and relieved at the same time.
Her voice floated to him from far away, "Trunks? Trunks?" The tone was anxious and hurried.
Painfully he answered, "I'm here. I'm back.....from hell." He was still gasping for breath. "I......had a nightmare. Please.....don't go. Please?"
Her eyes looked ready to brim over with tears but she brought the back of her hand across her face and wiped away any moisture there. "Of course I'm not going anywhere," she said, while reaching down and stroking his forehead, wiping away sweat and brushing back the damp hair from face. If only she had known quite what he meant. She closed her eyes for a second and opened them again, her own breathing rather ragged. "You scared me so badly. I didn't know what to do. You were screaming.....and-and I couldn't wake you up. I tried. I was so scared. You looked like you were being tortured. I-I-" she couldn't finish. Instead she threw herself onto his chest and hugged him tightly, like a frightened child. He brought his arms around her and they held each other for several minutes, waiting until both of them had regulated their breathing and calmed down.
"So what happened?" she finally asked, her eyes on the bed now that she was sitting upright again.
The moment of truth. Did he have the heart to tell her what he had truly seen? What good could it do? It would only scare her and make her even more jumpy than she already was. Besides, what were the possibilities of it actually happening? They were higher than he was willing to admit, but he just wanted to be comforted and to comfort her right now. So he said, "I-I dreamed about....about my mother's........murder." It was almost as painful to say the sentence as it would have been to tell Pan about her own brutal death, but he was shielding Pan from certain pain and fear.
Her eyes rose to his, and for a moment, Trunks was sure that she could see through his words, that she could see what had really happened to her, but then her gaze shifted downwards again. There were no words fitting for a moment like that. He had just confided in her the terrible secret of his mother's demise, and she knew the only being capable of wreaking such havoc upon Trunks' psyche was 17. So instead, she held his hand, and they sat, deep into the night, until the morning hours, until both had drifted off into a quiet, dreamless sleep. Pan slept once again on Trunks' chest, and they didn't wake up until sometime after noon.
Uh......heh heh heh. You guys will either really like or really hate that chapter. It's veeeeery serious. I promise I'll write a fluffier story after this one! Really! But hey, I wrote a semi-steamy love scene, and I totally didn't think I could do THAT. Toady can vouch for me. Anyways, I DID finally get my chocolate-covered gummi bears, and my nose is healing very well. I just can't get too much sun on the scars. And there's still internal stitches and all that. Anyways, PLEASE review so I can know whether you hate this chapter so much you will never read my work again, or if you love it to pieces, or if you're indifferent or.......oh goodness, I don't know. But don't be too hard on a starving (ok, well not starving, but very stressed out because of finals) quasi-artiste. Gracias!