Lavander and Pink
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own DBZ and drive expensive cars while living in huge fancy house. Oh wait a sec, none of those things are true... my b'. A/N: To 'Alex'- That was the first time that I've been yelled at for updating... well I hope this makes you happy. ^_^;;
Chapter 17:
"I coulda killed him." Jimi snarled while digging at the dirt with an arrow. "That idiotic Doku-boy was gonna be history untill you showed your ugly hide." Anji tightened the string of her daikyu before giving it a plunk. "Are you so sure about that? From what I saw yo-- give me that!" The older female snatched the arrow away and set it against the bow. Taking careful aim into a darkened forest, she continued. "Didn't you notice something, shall I say, different about that Doku fighter?" "Huh?" Jimi scratched her head in confusion. "I'm not following. He was no different then his friends." The marksman pulled back her arrow with a glare. "His movements seemed awfully fluid and very gracefull. And then that voice, a purposely cheasty voice." Fed up with not getting a straight answer, Jimi jumped to her feet and shoved the daikyu down. "Answer me you weak smurf!" Anji quickly raised the bow and shot an arrow wizzing past Jimi's head. A wolf howled in pain before dropping dead on the forest floor, Anji had killed him in mid pounce. Jimi turned around in shock at the dead animal. "If you can't sense a lowly creature coming," the black haired woman started while picking up her quiver, "then how do you ever expect to beat that girl?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dashi Toku, please stay after class so we may discuss your test scores." Ms. Mori spoke cooly to the girl as she entered the room. Dashi gulped slightly and tried to hide herself from the students' laughter, hoping that the desk would make her vanish. The girl glanced to her side to see Trunks sitting a desk away from her, instead of right next. Trunks struggled to keep his mind clear from anything but his school work. He felt someone's eyes on him, so he turned and spotted Dashi slumped in the uncomfertable chair. The hybrid quickly turned back to the black board. Trunks hated himself for being so distant to Dashi, but it had to be done. He didn't even notice himself getting so attatched to the girl, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was going to be leaving in a few months and marai Bulma made it a point that he shouldn't make any close friends because it would be very painful when he had to go home. "I should have listened." He whispered quietly. The girl slouched over her desk and opened up her text book, pretending to follow along with the teacher. With one hand, she untied the blue ribbon, sending her hair castcading over her shoulders and creating a vail. It was times like this that Dashi was greatful she never cut her hair, it was very helpfull when you didn't want anyone to see you cry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bell rang, ending class in addition to the school day. Students lept over tables and through the door so quickly that a minute later you would never have known the room had been occupied. Well, except for the divoted teacher and a single student still reading her textbook. "Now about your grades," Ms. Mori said while walking over to the girl. Dashi quickly turned her head and knocked a pencil to the floor. Mori watched as the girl wipped her eyes under the guise of retrieving a pencil and shook her head. "Toku-san, your grades are exceptional for your age. Why not move up a grade?" "Um, I...uh, um." Dashi slipped her hair behind her ear and starred at her feet. "But I wouldn't know anyone there." "Is that so bad?" Mori-sensei sat on the desk and straightened her glasses. "You don't interact with your class mates anyways. Well, there is that Breifs ki--" Dashi stood up suddenly, interupting the older woman. "Fine, move me up. I have no friends anyways! That is the point you were making, don't deny it!" In a huff, Dashi shoved her belongings in the bag, "you think I don't know that? You think _I_ purposely distance myself?" Just before fleeing the room, the girl looked her teacher dead in the eye and said in monotone, "Maybe you should talk to your _other_ students,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trunks plopped down on his bed and burried his face in a pillow. "Why is this so hard?" he mummbled into the cotton mixture. Picking up on a distressed energy signal, the teen turned to the wall. "I'm sorry Dashi, but it hurts me too." The off-white wall starred back in an acoussing silence. Sighing, the lavendar haired individual tossed the pillow across the room lightly, taking out a lamp and denting the door slightly. "Okay, so I'm a jerk. I'll try an dexplain to Dashi in the morning..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheild Angel- Haha! That chapter isn't even on paper. Good job right? Right, right, right? Dont worry, chapter 18 will be out sooner because its writen on paper. And I think I will end with a qoute. "Don't knock on Death's door ... ring the bell and run. He hates that!"
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own DBZ and drive expensive cars while living in huge fancy house. Oh wait a sec, none of those things are true... my b'. A/N: To 'Alex'- That was the first time that I've been yelled at for updating... well I hope this makes you happy. ^_^;;
Chapter 17:
"I coulda killed him." Jimi snarled while digging at the dirt with an arrow. "That idiotic Doku-boy was gonna be history untill you showed your ugly hide." Anji tightened the string of her daikyu before giving it a plunk. "Are you so sure about that? From what I saw yo-- give me that!" The older female snatched the arrow away and set it against the bow. Taking careful aim into a darkened forest, she continued. "Didn't you notice something, shall I say, different about that Doku fighter?" "Huh?" Jimi scratched her head in confusion. "I'm not following. He was no different then his friends." The marksman pulled back her arrow with a glare. "His movements seemed awfully fluid and very gracefull. And then that voice, a purposely cheasty voice." Fed up with not getting a straight answer, Jimi jumped to her feet and shoved the daikyu down. "Answer me you weak smurf!" Anji quickly raised the bow and shot an arrow wizzing past Jimi's head. A wolf howled in pain before dropping dead on the forest floor, Anji had killed him in mid pounce. Jimi turned around in shock at the dead animal. "If you can't sense a lowly creature coming," the black haired woman started while picking up her quiver, "then how do you ever expect to beat that girl?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dashi Toku, please stay after class so we may discuss your test scores." Ms. Mori spoke cooly to the girl as she entered the room. Dashi gulped slightly and tried to hide herself from the students' laughter, hoping that the desk would make her vanish. The girl glanced to her side to see Trunks sitting a desk away from her, instead of right next. Trunks struggled to keep his mind clear from anything but his school work. He felt someone's eyes on him, so he turned and spotted Dashi slumped in the uncomfertable chair. The hybrid quickly turned back to the black board. Trunks hated himself for being so distant to Dashi, but it had to be done. He didn't even notice himself getting so attatched to the girl, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was going to be leaving in a few months and marai Bulma made it a point that he shouldn't make any close friends because it would be very painful when he had to go home. "I should have listened." He whispered quietly. The girl slouched over her desk and opened up her text book, pretending to follow along with the teacher. With one hand, she untied the blue ribbon, sending her hair castcading over her shoulders and creating a vail. It was times like this that Dashi was greatful she never cut her hair, it was very helpfull when you didn't want anyone to see you cry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bell rang, ending class in addition to the school day. Students lept over tables and through the door so quickly that a minute later you would never have known the room had been occupied. Well, except for the divoted teacher and a single student still reading her textbook. "Now about your grades," Ms. Mori said while walking over to the girl. Dashi quickly turned her head and knocked a pencil to the floor. Mori watched as the girl wipped her eyes under the guise of retrieving a pencil and shook her head. "Toku-san, your grades are exceptional for your age. Why not move up a grade?" "Um, I...uh, um." Dashi slipped her hair behind her ear and starred at her feet. "But I wouldn't know anyone there." "Is that so bad?" Mori-sensei sat on the desk and straightened her glasses. "You don't interact with your class mates anyways. Well, there is that Breifs ki--" Dashi stood up suddenly, interupting the older woman. "Fine, move me up. I have no friends anyways! That is the point you were making, don't deny it!" In a huff, Dashi shoved her belongings in the bag, "you think I don't know that? You think _I_ purposely distance myself?" Just before fleeing the room, the girl looked her teacher dead in the eye and said in monotone, "Maybe you should talk to your _other_ students,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trunks plopped down on his bed and burried his face in a pillow. "Why is this so hard?" he mummbled into the cotton mixture. Picking up on a distressed energy signal, the teen turned to the wall. "I'm sorry Dashi, but it hurts me too." The off-white wall starred back in an acoussing silence. Sighing, the lavendar haired individual tossed the pillow across the room lightly, taking out a lamp and denting the door slightly. "Okay, so I'm a jerk. I'll try an dexplain to Dashi in the morning..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheild Angel- Haha! That chapter isn't even on paper. Good job right? Right, right, right? Dont worry, chapter 18 will be out sooner because its writen on paper. And I think I will end with a qoute. "Don't knock on Death's door ... ring the bell and run. He hates that!"