Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: K, the evil person is gone (well not totally from the fic), this is pretty much focusing on everyone so third person view!
Author: A long time has passed and now Trunks and Goten are I think like 18 and 17, it says it in the story but if yur not good with math (like me) or u just don't pay attention, 10 years have passed, meaning in the previous chapter thing they were 8 and 7. K, continue to the fic!
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Majin-Bulma: :bandaged from severe Majin biting: Bleh, sorry again for the repost, I hope u stay for the ride though. Well, enjoy the chap!
animeprincess1452: Yes, yes, so many probs for the chibi. :sweatdrops: And as u said before they will only get worse. :pouts: U know how I luv the evilness! Well, hope u like the chap (again) hehe.
CamaroForever: :blushes: Thank u fer the nice words. So happy yur enjoying this so far, :sighs: I try to do my best though I think the main prob I'm gonna have is keeping the person's identity a mystery. :waves: Well thanks again!
Trinity14: :bows: Glad u enjoyed it so much. Hope yur right and more people get into it. :looks around: Seems as though we lost some of the "original" viewers. :waves hand: But I like u better. Hope u like the chap, and thanks again for the review!
Chrome: Well thank u, I hope u still think it's interesting when we really get into the "action" :sighs: These chaps r boring to me but I'm glad they caught yur interest somewhat. Hope u enjoy and thanks for reviewing.
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Trunks strolled through the numerous corridors of the asylum, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and screams that had followed him through the empty hallway he had recently abandoned.
As he entered this new section of the hospital the aroma of lemons hit him full force and he turned watering eyes to the cleaning crew and their supplies, grimacing at the nauseating scent that arose from the disinfectants and other chemicals.
"Good evening Mr. Briefs." A voice greeted behind him.
Trunks wiped his eyes on his long sleeves and turned to the cheerful, raven-haired youth sitting behind the admittance counter. He smiled politely and nodded.
"Hi Midori, I'm here for my usual visit." He informed gently.
"Videl-san and little Pan just left a short time ago." She said checking her sign-in sheet.
"Really?" Trunks said thoughtfully.
"Yes, about an hour ago I would say. You know, you and Videl-san have been doing an excellent job, spending all your time here and teaching someone how to speak isn't an easy task." She congratulated.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Trunks smiled tiredly.
"Trunks-san, you should really get more rest, you look terrible." Midori pointed out, noticing the tired bags under Trunks' eyes and his ruffled appearance.
He sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled locks. "I know, but I want to spend as much time here as I can." He replied.
"I understand. Well I won't hold you back any longer, just sign here and you can go on in." She said, holding out the paper and pen.
Trunks deftly added his signature to the few others that were present. He frowned at one name in particular and tapped his finger on the sheet to alert the girl's attention.
"My dad came to visit?" He frowned.
"Hm? Oh, yes Vegeta-san was also here earlier." Midori said glancing at the signature.
Trunks handed back the clipboard and shook his head in confusion as to why his father would bother coming to a dreary place such as this.
"Thanks Midori, I'll see you later." Trunks waved as he moved to the next set of doors.
"Bye Trunks-san." Midori smiled, green eyes bright.
The corridor was strangely silent and Trunks assumed the daily round of meds had been delievered to all the patients in this wing early and as he walked through, passing doctors and nurses greeted him politely. Yes, his face was a regular around these parts and he was recognized on the spot by the staff.
He sighed tiredly and rubbed his head against the migraine that was beginning to rise. The bitter memories always arose at the times of his visits, they were like a curse that would haunt him for the rest of his days, which would be a very long time if his saiyan half had anything to do with it.
He closed his eyes wearily, he hadn't gotten any sleep this entire week, running entirely on coffee and any other source of caffeine that would sharpen his senses against the exhaustion that threatened to overpower him. He continued his defeated shuffle, eyes closed as he allowed his legs to tread the familiar path.
The images flashed behind his closed lids and he grimaced as he remembered. Ten years it had been since his life had spiraled down into a deep hole of resentment and darkness. Ten years since their horrible deed had been committed. Ten years since the murder.
It hadn't been on purpose, they had been innocent children at the time, a mere seven and eight years old. Sparring it had been, yes they had been sparring the day they killed an innocent being.
A mere chance of ill-luck and a stray ki blast had taken the life of the fisherman that had been enjoying the lake as they had. They hadn't known who he was, they hadn't even known there was anyone else there until Goten found the body.
Found would be the polite way of saying it, he had ran into the dead flesh as they were racing across the lake. Poor, weak minded Goten had gone into shock and Trunks did what any friend would do for the other and destroyed any evidence of their crime.
He didn't want them to be blamed for something that was never meant to happen so he took Goten back home and had explained about their sparring match, blaming his delicate condition on an energy blast that had been too powerful for him to handle.
Things were slowly returning to normal in the weeks that followed and they began to relax as they forgot their nightmare. Everything would have been alright too, if they hadn't mistakenly switched onto a local news channel to be stricken with images of their crime.
Goten had relapsed into shock, simply being the weaker minded of the two and not able to handle the gruesome details or the heavy guilt.
To make matters worse this became the latest topic for their families and circle of friends to argue about, constantly comparing ideas as to why the man had mysteriously disappeared.
The man's wife had made sure that the story continued for months, desperately searching for her deceased husband. The headlines of newspapers flashed brightly with the picture of the missing fisherman and the silent plea to report any details on the matter.
Trunks opened his eyes as his feet ceased their movement and he glanced up at the room he had been taken to. He lightly brushed back his lavender locks and reached for the handle of the silent room.
He pulled open the door gently and smiled softly as he saw the figure sitting beside the barred window. The boy turned silently and regarded Trunks with dull eyes as he stepped into the room.
"Hi Goten." Trunks said happily.
As usual Goten made no reply to Trunks' words and the elder sighed. Goten had never truly healed from their ordeal and his mind had been damaged beyond the doctor's willingness to repair, the drugs he was constantly given didn't help his awareness either.
In Trunks' eyes Goten's family had abandoned him, leaving the traumatized boy in the hands of the mental ward. Of course no one besides Trunks knew of the deeply rooted fear in Goten's mind, the soul cause of his condition, and he would make sure no one found out.
His best friend had been caged here for ten years, and in those ten years nothing had changed. He was catatonic and no amount of pleading or reassurance from Trunks could snap him out of it.
Trunks sat himself tiredly at the edge of Goten's bed, ignoring the lumpy mattress and focusing on his friend.
"So Goten, how was your day? I heard Videl and Pan came to visit." Trunks said casually.
Goten's gaze locked onto a spot above Trunks' head as the lavender boy continued speaking calmly.
"Hm, my day sucked too." He chuckled to himself. "Mom still wants me to run Capsule Corp, isn't that absurd?" He smiled.
The darker of the two remained silent, eyes unfocused and glazed as he continued to "listen" to Trunks speak.
"Man Goten, sometimes I wish I could just run away from everything you know? I can't stand her always nagging at me to get interested in the business." He sighed. "Sometimes I think it would just be better if we switched places, maybe then I wouldn't be some stupid trophy for my mom to carry around." He said angrily.
He stood and moved to Goten's side next to the foggy window. Goten's eyes tracked his movements but other than that there was no acknowledgement.
"That's all they care about, I'm just someone to inherit all their crap. Heck they care about Bra more than me." He spat bitterly.
Goten's face remained calm and collected as Trunks continued to speak to him about his lousy day, how everyone only cared about his money and brains and how no one truly understood him.
"But you Goten, you're different." Trunks said gently as his speech came to a halt. "I wish you would come back to me, I need you Goten because right now I'm all alone."
Goten's eyes seemed to flicker slightly and Trunks' stiffened in shock. He cupped Goten's chin lightly and locked eyes with the dazed boy.
"Goten, I know you can hear me, I know you're not some empty shell waiting to die. Fight those damn drugs they've laced your veins with, I know you're strong enough!" Trunks continued quickly. "Goten, please snap out of this, I love you." He whispered.
He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Goten's unresponsive mouth and prayed that he would get through to his friend somehow. The lips beneath him quivered slightly and he pulled back hopefully.
"Go-chan?" He murmured.
Goten's eyes seemed to be clearer and the corners of his mouth were turned up slightly in a smile.
Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief and he excitedly embraced Goten in tight arms.
"Goten I knew you were in there, I just knew it!" He cried.
Salty tears came to his blue eyes and he held on desperately to Goten. He released his hold, pulling away to look at his newly aware friend, a watery smile broke across his wet face.
"You're going to be better Goten, I promise you." Trunks sighed.
Goten smiled fully, infecting Trunks with a bubble of happiness.
"Um, am I interrupting something?" A hesitant voice asked from the doorway.
Trunks turned to see Gohan stepping into the room with a wide smile while Goten meerly careened his neck to stare at the ceiling.
"Hey guys, how are things?" He asked as he came beside them.
"Goten, he was smiling." Trunks informed happily.
Gohan's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's amazing." He ruffled Goten's hair playfully. "Way to go little bro."
Goten sat unmoving under Gohan's hand and remained quiet.
"So what was that little bit I heard about love earlier? Was that true?" Gohan grinned cheekily, poking Trunks in the ribs.
Trunks blushed a bright crimson and bowed his head. "You heard that did you?" He said as though it were the worse news.
"Ah, don't worry Trunks, I'm not going to judge you on your sexual preferences." Gohan smiled.
Trunks smiled in return and looked up. "Yeah, I do love him." He said with more confidence.
Gohan ruffled his hair. "Well I wish you both the best of luck, you two make a cute couple. "He winked.
Goten directed his gaze out the darkened window and Trunks blushed again.
Gohan stood and backed away from the pair. "Well, I just came by to check up on my little brother. I see he's in good hands so I'll leave you two alone. I'd better get home for diner before Videl gets mad." He waved cheerfully.
Trunks nodded as Gohan left and glanced at his watch out of habit. "Crap! Goten, I'm so sorry but I have a meeting I need to get to." Trunks said hurriedly.
Goten leaned his head in Trunks direction, a questioning look in his innocent eyes. Trunks bit his lip in distress. Goten was making so much progress in this one night and he really wanted to stay, but knowing his duties to his mother and the company, he made up his mind.
"I'll come back later okay?" Trunks promised.
Goten closed his eyes in consent and Trunks grinned. "Ja ne Goten." He called over his shoulder.
With a happy bounce to his step Trunks left the horrid building that held the most precious thing to him.
As he passed through the entrance he didn't notice the dark figure waiting in the shadows. Nor did he notice as the figure walked into the building he had just left.
Trunks had been the last visitor to leave and everyone was getting ready to go home. No one paid mind to the dark presence the shadow brought, nor did they think to stop his progression towards the admittance counter on the third floor where a certain saiyan-jin was located.
He strolled up to the girl behind the counter and grinned charmingly.
"Hello, I'm here to pay a visit to Goten Son." He said in way of greeting.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry but visiting hours are over." Midori apologized.
"No no, I am the one who should be apologizing." The figure bowed.
"Wha-" Midori began.
Her words were cut short as a gloved hand shot out to grip her throat in a choking hold.
"I should be apologizing." He continued calmly. "Because now? You're gonna die bitch." The shadow grinned, baring sharp canines.
The young girl struggled and tried to scream as the hold on her throat tightened and she coughed weakly as precious air was denied her. Her mouth gaped open weakly as would a fish outside of its element and her eyes widened in horror as she realized her fate.
"You should have let me in little girl." The voice growled.
Her body was yanked over the desk and pulled into the air, her legs kicking wildly as her body became numb and the pain in her chest grew.
"Goodbye." He smiled.
A wet crack echoed through the silent ward and a splash of blood covered the pale walls in a rain of crimson. The limp body was dropped unceremoniously to the ground with a wet thud as blood pooled around the bones protruding from the girl's flesh.
The figure calmly walked away from his murder and through the next set of doors toward his goal, uncaringly wiping away the blood splattered on his leather gloves.
All the patients had been given their nightly meds and the ward was eerily quiet from the normal thumps and moans of the day. Only silence could be heard as the he strode purposely through the empty hallway, trench coat billowing around him as he came to rest before a closed door. He grinned and pushed open the door, entering quickly and then blocking off the only means to escape.
Goten remained silent as he sensed the familiar energy occupying the room with him.
The figure smiled and easily slid over to Goten's side. A painful grip was put on Goten's shoulders as strong hands clenched his frail body.
"Go-chan." He breathed into Goten's ear.
Goten shuddered and a tiny sob escaped his clenched lips.
The shadow grinned as he nuzzled Goten's neck. " You've been bad Goten, what have I told you about being a good boy?" He asked softly.
Goten stiffened and shook his head wildly. "N-no." He said hoarsely.
"Ah, so you can talk." The strong figure behind him chuckled.
"P-please, n-n-o." Goten stammered in fear.
He squeaked in surprise and clenched his eyes shut as he was forcefully turned to face his enemy.
"I told you what would happen if you tried to get close to him. Do you want Trunks to suffer so badly?" The voice demanded.
"N-no." Goten sobbed.
"That's right, and do you remember why you're here, do you by chance recall who put you in here?" The figure sneered.
Goten's eyes shot open in fear.
"Don't you remember? He did. He made you fire that ki blast, it was his idea to train to so recklessly. It is his fault you're here. Do you really want to be punished like that again?" He demanded.
Goten shuddered in terror and began to silently cry.
"Don't cry, you know I would never want to hurt you on purpose." The voice soothed. "You just got in my way and are paying the price." He said gently.
Goten's shoulders were released and he wasn't able to support himself with his quivering legs. He wrapped his arms around his chest as he fell to his knees weakly.
The figure strode to the door and as he passed, patted Goten's head reassuringly.
"That's a good boy. Remember, the next time you step out of line someone else will die." He said calmly as he departed.
As the door closed behind him Goten released the choked sob he had been holding in. He curled into a fetal position and cried to himself in the silence.
No one heard him though as he shed his tears, afraid of the monster that brought promises of pain and death, afraid of the dreams that would soon claim his fearful mind.
The sobs quieted and the room was once again thrown into a dark silence. And as always, Goten was left alone.
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Author: K, there's the next chapter. :points to readers: I want feedback please, tell me what you think! Thanks! ja ne!
-Red-