Author: Trunks won a free trip to the crazy house! :rolls eyes: Oh joy ne? But still he gets to visit Goten! :whispers: Lots of talking between the two :cheers: 7 pgs worth! Is it me or does it kind of jump? Enjoy though!
Majin-Bulma: :grins: I like them crazy too, it's more fun that way. :laughs: And so true, people make better targets then trees. :glances around: Not that I've done it of course, I tend to stay in the little parking lot doing donuts. :laughs: Hm, lean on me, I think I've heard it before, prob a long time ago though. :perks up: U play soccer? :smiles: That's cool. Good luck with that.
animeprincess1452: :grins: I updated faster then usual, glad u like it so far. :scrunches nose: We're kinda close to finding the person, but not yet! :grins: We need more truten stuff first.
devilburns: :cuddles: Dude! :laughs: I hope what I write helps u decide on the killer person though I kinda doubt it. :whispers: There aren't many people left to suspect! But yur so close, actually u did get it but I can't tell u exactly which thing was correct. The other peoples will see! :cries: Good job though.
Erica: :grins: I did kinda kill off most of the peoples. :smiles: It's ok if u don't guess anymore, I like keeping the chars safe so I don't totally give the killer away. :blinks: at least I think I don't. :shrugs: Thanks for reviewing as always!
Tilea: :grins: I don't think I was trying to confuse u :falls over: though u did me. Ha-ha, well you're supposed to suspect Goku, that's why I set him up for it, but I wouldn't want u to change yur suspect :winks: yur prob right. :sighs: Goten won't tell Trunks, he's too much of a wimp. I want to kill people too! :pouts: But I already killed too many, now there won't be any people to suspect, :thoughtfully: I need to bring more people into the fic.
"Trunks?"
A low groan was the only reaction to the curious voice.
"Trunks, wake up." A thin finger came to poke the sleeping teen in the side.
Trunks jolted awake and clutched at his side, sleepily scowling at whoever had woken him from his simple dreams.
He blinked when he saw who was hovering over him. "Goten?" He frowned.
The boy in question smiled cheerfully. "Morning." He waved.
Trunks' pulled himself farther out of the hazy sleepiness encompassing him to take in his surroundings. "Where am I?"
Goten chuckled dryly. "Home sweet home." He waved his hands about the room.
Trunks' eyes widened. "I'm where?!" He panicked as he looked around hurriedly. "How the fuck did I end up here?!"
"You told my brother to bring you here, you were sleeping when he left." Goten pointed toward Trunks' heaving chest.
"W-why would I want to come here of all places?" He gasped.
Goten's face darkened. "I really don't know." He said coldly. "Why would you want to be here?"
Trunks blinked and then realized exactly what he had said and to whom, his hand reached out toward the withdrawing boy.
"Goten, I didn't mean it like that!" Trunks tried to rectify the situation.
"Of course you did Trunks." Goten spat. "After all, only the nut jobs are here ne? I guess you had better escape this fucking hole before you get sucked into our fucked up ways."
"Goten!" Trunks covered his ears, trying to stop the litany escaping Goten's pale lips.
Goten's eyes flashed. "It's true though Trunks, I can see it in your eyes that's the way you feel, you come here out of pity." He hissed. "You feel nothing toward me and you never did!" He roared.
A loud slap resounded through the empty room and Trunks sobbed as his hand remained frozen on Goten's cheek.
"Don't say those kinds of things, you don't know what I feel Goten." He whispered.
Goten snapped out of his shock first and roughly pushed the quivering hand from his face. "Don't touch me." He growled.
Trunks sniffled and tried his best to wipe away the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry Goten, I wasn't thinking." He whispered.
Goten moved away from his friend and crawled into the metal chair he had grown accustomed to. Trunks then noticed that he had taken the lumpy bed from Goten.
He looked up through red-rimmed eyes. "How long have I been here?" He asked softly.
Goten crouched in the chair and shrugged. "How should I know, they don't like giving us clocks in this joint." He glanced out his tiny window. "By the sun I'd say you've been here for about two hours."
"You can tell the time just by looking at the sun?" Trunks asked curiously.
Goten's eyes shadowed. "You learn a lot of things after spending your life in captivity."
Trunks bit his lip and frowned. "Goten, we're going to get you out of here, My mom promised remember?" He tried to cheer the gloomy mood.
Goten stared curiously at Trunks. "You don't remember?"
Trunks frowned. "Remember what?"
"Our mom's are dead." Goten shrugged calmly.
Trunks' eyes widened "What?" He whispered breathlessly.
"Our mom's were killed earlier today." Goten supplied. "Don't you remember coming earlier, or did you block it all out?"
Trunks grasped his head tightly, beginning to curl into a small ball. His eyes were widened to the whites, his pupils retracted to tiny points in his blue orbs.
"This can't be happening." He whimpered.
Goten rose from his crouch and slowly slid out of the chair and toward Trunks, bringing the shocked boy into a comforting hug.
"Shh, it's alright Trunks, she's happy now." He soothed.
Trunks hiccupped and dug his fingers into Goten's shirt, pulling them down onto the bed. "Why Goten?" He sniffled.
"She was getting in the way." He said with glazed eyes.
Trunks growled and pushed away from Goten angrily. "Don't say things like that!" He snapped.
Goten frowned. "It's the reason though Trunks, it's the truth." He tried to explain. "He didn't like what she was doing so he got rid of her."
Trunks' fist shot out and connected with Goten's jaw, snapping the boy's face to the side. "Don't talk about my mother that way." He growled.
Goten raised a hand to his cheek which was burning slightly. "I'm just trying to explain to you." He hissed.
Trunks growled and angrily reached for Goten's arm in an attempt to drag the boy closer.
Goten winced away from Trunks' rough handling though. "Trunks." He protested.
Blue eyes narrowed. "What's wrong Goten?" He demanded.
Goten managed to pull the arm in question close to his shuddering chest.
"Nothing." He whispered, bowing his head in shame.
Trunks frowned and reached out his hand, gently grasping Goten's wrist this time and pulling it toward him.
Goten looked away in shame as Trunks tenderly pressed against his covered arm.
Blood.
Trunks' eyes shot up to stare in horror at his thin and pale friend. "Goten?" He whimpered, wishing the boy would deny what he was about to witness.
Goten merely stared at the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world, in this tiny closed off room it probably was.
Trunks pushed the material away to reveal ivory skin, paled from the lack of true sunlight. The deep gashes that riddled Goten's arm drew the eye away from the whiteness of the skin though and more toward the harsh red lines still leaking fresh blood.
"When did you do this." Trunks whispered dangerously low, knowing the other arm would be in similar condition.
Goten shrugged, whimpering as though he were about to be punished like a small child. "Before you woke up."
Trunks clenched his teeth bitterly, trying to hold back the angry snarl that threatened to escape. "Why?" He hissed.
"I knew you wouldn't want to be here when you woke up, I knew you wouldn't want me." He replied.
Trunks blinked in amazement. "Why the hell do you do these things to yourself Goten? Why do you question my feelings toward you?"
Goten's eyes flashed. "You would too if you had such long periods of time to think." He snorted. "And believe me I do."
Trunks shook his head, not taking the bait Goten was setting up. "How did you do this, it's not like the staff would supply you with sharp objects."
Goten smirked and withdrew his arm from Trunks' warmth. "My ki Trunks, no matter how many drugs they shove into my body they can't take all of my power."
He held up a fingertip and it began to lightly glow until it formed something that resembled a sharp point.
"They can never take this away from me, it helps keep me sane in this hell." Goten murmured, admiring his glowing index.
"What, you need pain to stay alive?" Trunks demanded angrily. "Goten, you're killing yourself!"
The energy surrounding his finger disappeared and Goten's cloudy eyes locked with Trunks' own.
"Isn't that better then letting him?" He whispered. "I'd rather take my own life then let him prolong the torture."
"Who Goten?" Trunks pleaded. "Why can't you tell me?"
"I don't want you to hate me." Goten leaned forward. "Please Trunks make it go away."
His eyes closed and he pressed his flushed lips against Trunks' parted mouth, eliciting a soft moan from the other teen in surprise.
It only took a few confused moments before Trunks leaned into the kiss willingly, basking in the warm glow that accompanied it. Goten's soft lips nibbling at his own, making him purr.
Goten licked around Trunks' lips, asking for entrance into his warm mouth. Trunks parted his mouth and allowed Goten to deepen the kiss.
He had never been kissed this way, never felt this torrent of emotions crashing down on him at this moment, Trunks gasped as Goten's snaking tongue gently touched the tip of his.
Suddenly Goten's eyes widened though and he pulled away from the startled boy, looking hurriedly toward the door.
"Wha-?" Trunks began.
It was then that he heard the soft turning of the knob and froze in surprise with Goten still hovering above him.
The door opened and the two boys broke apart quickly. The nurse who had interrupted them raised an eyebrow. Obviously one of the elder employees and not one of the drooling school girls, she wasn't affected by Trunks' natural charm.
"You're free to go Mr. Briefs." She informed.
Trunks turned away from Goten in confusion. "What?"
"You can leave now instead of wasting our needed space." She repeated, somewhat annoyed at losing a patient.
Trunks' confused expression didn't lift and he turned to Goten with a frown. "Goten?"
Goten looked away and slid his knees to his chest. "Go Trunks, you're free now." He said softly.
Trunks shook his head. "But I want to stay with you Goten." He attempted to argue.
Goten's eyes flashed darkly. "Go Trunks, I don't want you here anymore." He growled.
Trunks cried out in surprise at his friend's words. He then took a deep breath, bowing his head. "Fine Goten, I'll go." He whispered.
He rose from his position on the bed and moved toward the nurse.
"Let's get you out of here." She ushered him toward the door. "This isn't a place for the sane."
Goten flinched though his action wasn't seen by the other two occupants.
"You're right." Trunks agreed softly. "I don't know what I was thinking."
The pair left without any more words to the imprisoned boy and the soft but audible click of a lock echoed through the deathly silent room.
A choked sob broke through the calm façade Goten had surrounded himself in as he realized his solitude.
"I'm sorry Trunks." He whimpered.
There was no one there to answer his words or wipe away his tears and he had grown accustomed to the abandonment placed upon him.
"Please don't leave me alone."
The darkness surrounded him as the shadows formed into the shape of his captor and enemy.
"You've been a very bad boy Goten." The man whispered to the cowering youth.
Goten whimpered and curled in on himself, a weak attempt to save his body from the torture and pain about to be forced down upon him.
"Now I must punish you."
Author: Blah blah, I know why do I hate Goten so much?! Actually he's one of my fav chars and I can't very well torture the main person in this thing (Trunks) :sighs: so poor baby Goten suffers. Hope u liked though! Ja ne!
-Red-