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Trunks and Pan didn't speak that whole day. Pan avoided Trunks as much as she could. Trunks was starting to get angry, but he didn't say anything. They wouldn't make eye contact, and they wouldn't go within five feet of each other.
Trunks was in his room getting ready for dinner. He dressed nicely, but somewhat casual. He planned on taking Pan somewhere nice.
"I bet she hasn't been to a restaurant like this... Since she's been alone most of her life... "
He looked at himself in the mirror, and noticed the expression on his face.
He missed his mother. He missed his father, which he would never admit. His eyes were hard and strained. His hair pretty much covered his eyes now, though. It was getting longer, and his lavender hair was getting darker.
He sighed.
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Pan sat on her bed, fighting herself and her emotion. She shouldn't go. He would only want to know what was wrong, and she would never tell him.
'What would I wear anyways...'
Then she remembered the purple dress.
'Why did you think.. Why... '
Against her will, Pan got up and went to her closet. She grabbed her dress off the hanger, quickly, and threw it on the bed. "I can feel the evil surging off that thing.." She frowneed.
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Trunks stood by Pan's door. He didn't want to knock. She was taking a long time.
"Knowing her, she ran away."
He leaned against the wall and hit his head. Maybe it was a bad idea that he asked her to do this. Maybe he was pressuring her too much. She might hate him even more after this. Was he pushing her away? He could have died thinking so hard.
Click.
His eyes drew to the door. It was opening. She gave in? She was coming?
Pan walked out of her door and saw Trunks to the side.
"Sorry it took me so long." She thought he looked annoyed.
Trunks looked at the girl in front of him. She was wearing a dress. The thing she hated most. Well, one of the things she hated the most. Was this for him?
"I'm not wearing make up. I'd rather go bald." Pan crossed her arms and looked away.
Once again Trunks found his lips forming a smile. That seemed to happen a lot, now. She was funny when she was mad. And she was fussy. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Well you look beautiful without it. You don't need make up. "
"Don't sweet talk me." She walked past him. "Can we just go?"
'HA!'
Trunks flinched. 'Shut up.'
Weird voice in his head was getting aggravating.
"Yea sure, we can go now." He walked over to Pan and grabbed her hand, flashing her a quick grin. Then he walked off with her, and they went to dinner.
Things went OK for a while... For a while...
Pan's drink on Trunks' shirt explained most of it.
"I knew you'd want to know TOO much! I told you I wasn't going to tell you about my business."
"I'm only trying to help you! You were never like this before.." Trunks tried to get Pan to come back to dinner.
"I don't want you to help me. I don't need you in my life! I've been alone most of the time, so why should that change?!" Pan looked more upset than ever. She wasn't having a good time. She never was. She wanted nothing more than to escape. Get away from him, and everything else.
"... Lets go home..." Trunks left Pan behind, and walked to his car. He got in, and she did too. They drove off, and once again, they stopped speaking. The silence on the way home said so much. That Pan was right. Trunks realized that she needed to be on her own. They weren't friends. They never were. And now he saw this.
Trunks pulled off the road and stopped the car.
"You want to be alone, then fine. I won't make you stay anymore. I won't make you do something that you're against. I won't make you live with a man that you hate more than anything. I'll let you live how you want. And I'm sorry I've made part of your life so bad that you never smile. Just know that I love your smile. I know we were never friends, but that smile almost made me believe..."
He stopped there. He didn't know why, he just couldn't go on. All he knew was that his heart hurt. It never hurt like this before.
Trunks reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. He got some money, and held it out. "At least except a gift.."
Pan didn't know what to say. She was angry.. She didn't need his pity. She didn't want his money. Her mind was raged, and she was beyond mad. He was only trying to give her what she wanted, but she couldn't see that.
Trunks watched Pan get up without taking the money. She got out of the car and started walking down the street. The opposite way.
He didn't look back after her. He let her go, he knew he had to, because it felt right. And for some reason, it didn't. Though the feeling in his chest was heavy, he still drove on. He went home. Alone.
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Trunks didn't sleep that night. The rain falling outside was loud to his ears. All he could see was the darkness creeping over his room. His eyes had fixed on the ceiling and he waited with the silence among the soft patting of water drops. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He only knew that it was something.
After a while, he couldn't keep his eyes open. He was becoming tired, but he wanted to wait. It was no use, though. He couldn't help it, he gave in. He was tired.
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Pan didn't want to go anywhere else. She was drawn to his house.
When she finally managed to pry the door open, she walked inside. Her eyes were good in the dark, and she could easily find her way to his room. She walked in, quietly, soaking wet from the rain. Her hair draped over her eyes and water dripped from the ends. She sniffed from the cold and knelt down by his bed.
Pan noticed the tired look on his face and put her cold hand to his cheek. He stirred a bit, but was too deep in his sleep to wake. She felt awful for making him feel so terrible. She figured she was the one putting so much pain into his life.
Why did she feel so much for him? Why did she come back...
Carressing his cheek, Pan slowly started to move away. His hand jerked up and grabbed her hand, so she wouldn't move. "Don't leave me again, like you did before..." He almost begged her.
"You didn't stop me before..."
His hand tightened on hers, but not so much that he would hurt her. She smiled slightly, even though he couldn't see. "You're tired, go to bed. I won't leave. Promise." She moved closer and sat on the floor, staying with him.
Trunks instantly fell asleep again, never letting Pan's hand go.
Pan rested her head on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes and slept, never leaving him.
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DONE! HA! You guys should love me. xD
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
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Trunks and Pan didn't speak that whole day. Pan avoided Trunks as much as she could. Trunks was starting to get angry, but he didn't say anything. They wouldn't make eye contact, and they wouldn't go within five feet of each other.
Trunks was in his room getting ready for dinner. He dressed nicely, but somewhat casual. He planned on taking Pan somewhere nice.
"I bet she hasn't been to a restaurant like this... Since she's been alone most of her life... "
He looked at himself in the mirror, and noticed the expression on his face.
He missed his mother. He missed his father, which he would never admit. His eyes were hard and strained. His hair pretty much covered his eyes now, though. It was getting longer, and his lavender hair was getting darker.
He sighed.
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Pan sat on her bed, fighting herself and her emotion. She shouldn't go. He would only want to know what was wrong, and she would never tell him.
'What would I wear anyways...'
Then she remembered the purple dress.
'Why did you think.. Why... '
Against her will, Pan got up and went to her closet. She grabbed her dress off the hanger, quickly, and threw it on the bed. "I can feel the evil surging off that thing.." She frowneed.
---
Trunks stood by Pan's door. He didn't want to knock. She was taking a long time.
"Knowing her, she ran away."
He leaned against the wall and hit his head. Maybe it was a bad idea that he asked her to do this. Maybe he was pressuring her too much. She might hate him even more after this. Was he pushing her away? He could have died thinking so hard.
Click.
His eyes drew to the door. It was opening. She gave in? She was coming?
Pan walked out of her door and saw Trunks to the side.
"Sorry it took me so long." She thought he looked annoyed.
Trunks looked at the girl in front of him. She was wearing a dress. The thing she hated most. Well, one of the things she hated the most. Was this for him?
"I'm not wearing make up. I'd rather go bald." Pan crossed her arms and looked away.
Once again Trunks found his lips forming a smile. That seemed to happen a lot, now. She was funny when she was mad. And she was fussy. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Well you look beautiful without it. You don't need make up. "
"Don't sweet talk me." She walked past him. "Can we just go?"
'HA!'
Trunks flinched. 'Shut up.'
Weird voice in his head was getting aggravating.
"Yea sure, we can go now." He walked over to Pan and grabbed her hand, flashing her a quick grin. Then he walked off with her, and they went to dinner.
Things went OK for a while... For a while...
Pan's drink on Trunks' shirt explained most of it.
"I knew you'd want to know TOO much! I told you I wasn't going to tell you about my business."
"I'm only trying to help you! You were never like this before.." Trunks tried to get Pan to come back to dinner.
"I don't want you to help me. I don't need you in my life! I've been alone most of the time, so why should that change?!" Pan looked more upset than ever. She wasn't having a good time. She never was. She wanted nothing more than to escape. Get away from him, and everything else.
"... Lets go home..." Trunks left Pan behind, and walked to his car. He got in, and she did too. They drove off, and once again, they stopped speaking. The silence on the way home said so much. That Pan was right. Trunks realized that she needed to be on her own. They weren't friends. They never were. And now he saw this.
Trunks pulled off the road and stopped the car.
"You want to be alone, then fine. I won't make you stay anymore. I won't make you do something that you're against. I won't make you live with a man that you hate more than anything. I'll let you live how you want. And I'm sorry I've made part of your life so bad that you never smile. Just know that I love your smile. I know we were never friends, but that smile almost made me believe..."
He stopped there. He didn't know why, he just couldn't go on. All he knew was that his heart hurt. It never hurt like this before.
Trunks reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. He got some money, and held it out. "At least except a gift.."
Pan didn't know what to say. She was angry.. She didn't need his pity. She didn't want his money. Her mind was raged, and she was beyond mad. He was only trying to give her what she wanted, but she couldn't see that.
Trunks watched Pan get up without taking the money. She got out of the car and started walking down the street. The opposite way.
He didn't look back after her. He let her go, he knew he had to, because it felt right. And for some reason, it didn't. Though the feeling in his chest was heavy, he still drove on. He went home. Alone.
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Trunks didn't sleep that night. The rain falling outside was loud to his ears. All he could see was the darkness creeping over his room. His eyes had fixed on the ceiling and he waited with the silence among the soft patting of water drops. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He only knew that it was something.
After a while, he couldn't keep his eyes open. He was becoming tired, but he wanted to wait. It was no use, though. He couldn't help it, he gave in. He was tired.
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Pan didn't want to go anywhere else. She was drawn to his house.
When she finally managed to pry the door open, she walked inside. Her eyes were good in the dark, and she could easily find her way to his room. She walked in, quietly, soaking wet from the rain. Her hair draped over her eyes and water dripped from the ends. She sniffed from the cold and knelt down by his bed.
Pan noticed the tired look on his face and put her cold hand to his cheek. He stirred a bit, but was too deep in his sleep to wake. She felt awful for making him feel so terrible. She figured she was the one putting so much pain into his life.
Why did she feel so much for him? Why did she come back...
Carressing his cheek, Pan slowly started to move away. His hand jerked up and grabbed her hand, so she wouldn't move. "Don't leave me again, like you did before..." He almost begged her.
"You didn't stop me before..."
His hand tightened on hers, but not so much that he would hurt her. She smiled slightly, even though he couldn't see. "You're tired, go to bed. I won't leave. Promise." She moved closer and sat on the floor, staying with him.
Trunks instantly fell asleep again, never letting Pan's hand go.
Pan rested her head on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes and slept, never leaving him.
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DONE! HA! You guys should love me. xD
3