The light from the sun was filtering in from the window above my head. I
squinted against the blinding rays and pulled the curtains shut. Crap. I
fell asleep? Hm... What time is it? I reached over and grasped the alarm
clock on my desk.
11:56AM... Jesus...
I struggled to disentangle myself from the warm sheets surrounding me. Piccolo's cape was still there, but where was he? With another tug, I was finally free. I dragged my feet over to the bedroom door and swung it open. The sound of cloth snapping filled my ears and I looked up to see Piccolo pulling back from a fierce roundhouse kick.
"Morning..." I mumbled as I stumbled into the kitchen, paying little mind to the Namek training in my living room.
"Um... I'd call this the afternoon," came his sarcastic reply.
"It's morning whenever I choose to get up."
I thought I heard him mumble "lazy ass," but chose to ignore him and went about getting myself some cereal.
So yeah, I was talking about Piccolo and me last night, wasn't I? Holy crap, I'm tired. Okay... Lesse...
So Piccolo got through my online journal within three days. Very impressive. He didn't even give himself a reading break at night; he'd be in my room day in and day out and I somehow managed to learn how to sleep with the persistent glow of my computer screen. Very impressive indeed.
When Piccolo was done with my journal, he spent the next few hours meditating in my living room. He sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before he announced his return to reality with a heavy sigh.
I had been studying for my Science and Society 20 class, but put my materials away as soon as Piccolo opened his eyes.
"So, what's up?"
He stayed silent for a moment. "I've figured out your little problem."
"And?" He's got my interest piqued.
"You're dependent."
Crap...
"So," he continued, "the best way to fix this problem is to make you INdep-- "
RING RING RING...
Piccolo growled as the telephone's wail pierced through his speech and I went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." It was my boyfriend. "Do you wanna go out for dinner tonight?"
I grinned. "Dinner? Yeah, su--" I felt Piccolo jab me in the side with one of his pointy nails. I glared at him until I realized that he was shaking his head at me. He quickly scrawled a message on one of the pages of my Science and Society 20 notebook.
It read: DON'T GO. YOU NEED TO TRAIN. SAY YOU'RE BUSY.
I frowned. "Actually, I really need to study for SAS 20 tonight... Maybe tomorrow?"
"...Okay..." Crap, he's probably mad at me.
"I love you," was my attempt to appease him.
"I love you too. Talk to ya later."
I hung up the phone. Piccolo was giving me a dirty look. "What?"
"You're pathetic."
I growled low in my throat, "How so?" C'mon jerk, I dare ya!
"Is a declaration of your love really necessary to pamper this guy's ego? Either he's really insecure and turning him down for dinner will send him into a fit of depression or you're afraid of confrontation."
"I AM NOT!" I shouted.
Piccolo smirked, his brow arched again. "Well, that answers my question."
"SHUT-UP!"
"Make me, TA," his smirk widened, "give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear your little imaginary world to pieces. You don't love this kid, if you did you'd accept every part of him, even the part that is capable of hurting you. It's all in how he fights with you; can you handle it? That's where the rub is, huh? He's a dirty fighter, isn't he? He's made you afraid of hurting his feelings because the punishment is far too great, right? You can't love him because you can't accept all of him and he doesn't love you because he doesn't care how badly he can hurt you---how badly he has already hurt you, making you dependent on his 'love.'"
I stood there in shock. My fingers were as cold as ice. How could I possibly respond to that? How? ... When he was so right...
"TA!"
My spoon slipped past my fingers and clattered in my cereal bowl, splattering milk onto the table. Yikes! Well, there's my heart attack for the day! Please excuse the interruption.
I leaned back in my chair and shouted, "What?"
"Get your lazy ass in here!"
Oh, what now? I got up from the table with an exhausted sigh and marched into the living room. I noticed that Piccolo had removed his turban and mantle piece and stood in the middle of the room, panting. I had to tear my eyes away from his heaving pectorals before a blush could give my thoughts away.
"What?" I asked again.
"Let's train."
My eyes snapped open and I couldn't blink. He's not serious, right? I mean... he can't be freakin' SERIOUS!!! "T-Train? NOW?! Are you crazy?!" Piccolo stood stock still. "No way! I haven't trained in months!"
We stood there trying to stare each other down for a few minutes before he finally opened his mouth to speak, "You haven't trained at all in the past few months?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes, really!" Geez, what crawled up his butt and died this morning?
"You sure get a lot of exercise fucking your boyfriend."
Before I knew what I was doing, I had Piccolo pinned up against the couch and my fists were pistoning into his chest like little jackhammers. I whipped my hand back and made his head spin with a sharp backhand to the side of his face. I stood up with a snarl and turned to walk back into my bedroom, with all the intentions of going right back to bed, but my weight shifted suddenly and I fell on top of the table in front of the couch. Ouch... Piccolo had a firm grip on my ankle and he was flashing that wicked grin again, blood trailing out of the corner of his mouth.
"Never... turn your back... on your enemy, TA..."
I tried to kick his hand away, but he twisted my ankle at an odd angle. Son of a bitch, that hurts!
"PICCOLO!"
"Hurts, huh?"
"Stop it!"
"Make me."
I writhed on the table as he continued to twist. I could hear an odd popping sound coming from the bones beneath his ruthless fingers. That can't be good. God, what do I do? I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself and lunged at his face with my free foot, only to have that snatched up like the other.
"Now that was really stupid, TA," he snorted and then began to twist that one as well.
"Geez, what the heck?! Stop that!"
The pain in my ankles was so intense that I was beginning to break out into a sweat. Stupid jerk! I slid across the table on my butt and was within an arm's reach of his face. That's when I started swinging my fists for dear life... or for my ankles anyway.
There was a knock at the door and Piccolo took his eyes off of me for a split second. The sound of cartilage crunching echoed throughout the entire apartment, followed by the acidic curse words of a certain Namek. The pressure on my ankles disappeared immediately as Piccolo's hands flew to his nose.
I scrambled off of the table and fell to the ground. I somehow managed to walk/crawl to the door and open it. Jay-chan beamed when she saw me, but her smile quickly faded when she took one look at me. Lemme guess, the hair's all fritzed out, I have blood on me from Piccolo's busted nose, my ankles are swollen to the size of grapefruits, what?
Jay-chan ran past me and crouched down next to Piccolo, who was resting with his head between his knees. I'm feelin' the love...
"Piccolo, are you okay?" Jay-chan was positively frantic.
The demon lord raised his head to give me one good death glare before he mumbled, "Just training" to Jay-chan.
"Whew! God, I thought you guys were killing each other in here. Getting along as usual, I see." She grinned.
"Whatever," was my callous response. "He started it. Freakin' jerk with his freakin' mouth..." I limped toward my room and slammed the door.
I heard Jay-chan sigh and was able to make out her muffled conversation with the jerk-off.
"What did you do this time, Piccolo?"
"I was trying to get her to train. She's lazy and has no life."
"What got her to beat you like that?"
There was a pause, where I'm sure Piccolo was glaring at Jay-chan. "No one beats me, she just got a little excited when I made a bad comment about her and her boyfriend."
Jay-chan sighed again, "What did you say to her?!"
"I told her she has no excuse not to train cuz she's obviously gotten some amount of exercise from fucking her boyfriend all the time."
"ARG! PICCOLO, YOU IDIOT!" I heard her scream. "NO WONDER SHE BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU!!! YOU CAN'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT TO HER!!"
"NO ONE BEAT THE HELL OUT OF ME! I GOT DISTRACTED BECAUSE YOU HAD TO KNOCK ON THE FUCKING DOOR AT THE WRONG TIME!"
"STOP YELLING, YOU JERK!"
"I'M NOT YELLING!"
I heard Jay-chan start giggling, "Right Piccolo. Look, you better tell her you're sorry cuz I know those kinds of words can really hurt her."
"Whatever," he snorted.
I heard feet padding over to my doorway and I buried myself in the covers on my bed.
"Tiffy?" came Jay-chan's soft voice.
"What?"
"Piccolo wants to talk to you."
I peeked out from under my comforters and glowered at the Namek in my doorway. "What do YOU want?" He stepped into my room, trying his best to keep a straight face with his crooked nose. "You should get that fixed."
He snorted, "It'll be healed in a few hours. My immune system is a lot better than yours, human."
Jay-chan elbowed Piccolo in the side and narrowed her eyes at him.
He turned back to me with a sigh, "Your sexual business with your boyfriend is your business. Yeah, I'll stay out of the bedroom shit. So yeah..."
Jay-chan hung her head in shame. "That's the lamest apology I've ever heard, Piccolo... but it'll do."
"Good, now get the fuck out of my way; I'm gunna go train some more," he growled as he stomped out of the room.
I rolled my eyes and curled back up in my covers.
"He can be such a child sometimes," Jay-chan giggled.
"You don't know the HALF of it; you don't have to live with him!" I snickered. "I feel kinda bad about his nose though..."
Jay-chan smiled, "He'll be okay, but I sure wouldn't wanna be around in a few hours when he heals if I were you. Wanna go downtown?"
I leapt out of bed with newfound energy, "Sure!"
11:56AM... Jesus...
I struggled to disentangle myself from the warm sheets surrounding me. Piccolo's cape was still there, but where was he? With another tug, I was finally free. I dragged my feet over to the bedroom door and swung it open. The sound of cloth snapping filled my ears and I looked up to see Piccolo pulling back from a fierce roundhouse kick.
"Morning..." I mumbled as I stumbled into the kitchen, paying little mind to the Namek training in my living room.
"Um... I'd call this the afternoon," came his sarcastic reply.
"It's morning whenever I choose to get up."
I thought I heard him mumble "lazy ass," but chose to ignore him and went about getting myself some cereal.
So yeah, I was talking about Piccolo and me last night, wasn't I? Holy crap, I'm tired. Okay... Lesse...
So Piccolo got through my online journal within three days. Very impressive. He didn't even give himself a reading break at night; he'd be in my room day in and day out and I somehow managed to learn how to sleep with the persistent glow of my computer screen. Very impressive indeed.
When Piccolo was done with my journal, he spent the next few hours meditating in my living room. He sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before he announced his return to reality with a heavy sigh.
I had been studying for my Science and Society 20 class, but put my materials away as soon as Piccolo opened his eyes.
"So, what's up?"
He stayed silent for a moment. "I've figured out your little problem."
"And?" He's got my interest piqued.
"You're dependent."
Crap...
"So," he continued, "the best way to fix this problem is to make you INdep-- "
RING RING RING...
Piccolo growled as the telephone's wail pierced through his speech and I went to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." It was my boyfriend. "Do you wanna go out for dinner tonight?"
I grinned. "Dinner? Yeah, su--" I felt Piccolo jab me in the side with one of his pointy nails. I glared at him until I realized that he was shaking his head at me. He quickly scrawled a message on one of the pages of my Science and Society 20 notebook.
It read: DON'T GO. YOU NEED TO TRAIN. SAY YOU'RE BUSY.
I frowned. "Actually, I really need to study for SAS 20 tonight... Maybe tomorrow?"
"...Okay..." Crap, he's probably mad at me.
"I love you," was my attempt to appease him.
"I love you too. Talk to ya later."
I hung up the phone. Piccolo was giving me a dirty look. "What?"
"You're pathetic."
I growled low in my throat, "How so?" C'mon jerk, I dare ya!
"Is a declaration of your love really necessary to pamper this guy's ego? Either he's really insecure and turning him down for dinner will send him into a fit of depression or you're afraid of confrontation."
"I AM NOT!" I shouted.
Piccolo smirked, his brow arched again. "Well, that answers my question."
"SHUT-UP!"
"Make me, TA," his smirk widened, "give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear your little imaginary world to pieces. You don't love this kid, if you did you'd accept every part of him, even the part that is capable of hurting you. It's all in how he fights with you; can you handle it? That's where the rub is, huh? He's a dirty fighter, isn't he? He's made you afraid of hurting his feelings because the punishment is far too great, right? You can't love him because you can't accept all of him and he doesn't love you because he doesn't care how badly he can hurt you---how badly he has already hurt you, making you dependent on his 'love.'"
I stood there in shock. My fingers were as cold as ice. How could I possibly respond to that? How? ... When he was so right...
"TA!"
My spoon slipped past my fingers and clattered in my cereal bowl, splattering milk onto the table. Yikes! Well, there's my heart attack for the day! Please excuse the interruption.
I leaned back in my chair and shouted, "What?"
"Get your lazy ass in here!"
Oh, what now? I got up from the table with an exhausted sigh and marched into the living room. I noticed that Piccolo had removed his turban and mantle piece and stood in the middle of the room, panting. I had to tear my eyes away from his heaving pectorals before a blush could give my thoughts away.
"What?" I asked again.
"Let's train."
My eyes snapped open and I couldn't blink. He's not serious, right? I mean... he can't be freakin' SERIOUS!!! "T-Train? NOW?! Are you crazy?!" Piccolo stood stock still. "No way! I haven't trained in months!"
We stood there trying to stare each other down for a few minutes before he finally opened his mouth to speak, "You haven't trained at all in the past few months?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes, really!" Geez, what crawled up his butt and died this morning?
"You sure get a lot of exercise fucking your boyfriend."
Before I knew what I was doing, I had Piccolo pinned up against the couch and my fists were pistoning into his chest like little jackhammers. I whipped my hand back and made his head spin with a sharp backhand to the side of his face. I stood up with a snarl and turned to walk back into my bedroom, with all the intentions of going right back to bed, but my weight shifted suddenly and I fell on top of the table in front of the couch. Ouch... Piccolo had a firm grip on my ankle and he was flashing that wicked grin again, blood trailing out of the corner of his mouth.
"Never... turn your back... on your enemy, TA..."
I tried to kick his hand away, but he twisted my ankle at an odd angle. Son of a bitch, that hurts!
"PICCOLO!"
"Hurts, huh?"
"Stop it!"
"Make me."
I writhed on the table as he continued to twist. I could hear an odd popping sound coming from the bones beneath his ruthless fingers. That can't be good. God, what do I do? I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself and lunged at his face with my free foot, only to have that snatched up like the other.
"Now that was really stupid, TA," he snorted and then began to twist that one as well.
"Geez, what the heck?! Stop that!"
The pain in my ankles was so intense that I was beginning to break out into a sweat. Stupid jerk! I slid across the table on my butt and was within an arm's reach of his face. That's when I started swinging my fists for dear life... or for my ankles anyway.
There was a knock at the door and Piccolo took his eyes off of me for a split second. The sound of cartilage crunching echoed throughout the entire apartment, followed by the acidic curse words of a certain Namek. The pressure on my ankles disappeared immediately as Piccolo's hands flew to his nose.
I scrambled off of the table and fell to the ground. I somehow managed to walk/crawl to the door and open it. Jay-chan beamed when she saw me, but her smile quickly faded when she took one look at me. Lemme guess, the hair's all fritzed out, I have blood on me from Piccolo's busted nose, my ankles are swollen to the size of grapefruits, what?
Jay-chan ran past me and crouched down next to Piccolo, who was resting with his head between his knees. I'm feelin' the love...
"Piccolo, are you okay?" Jay-chan was positively frantic.
The demon lord raised his head to give me one good death glare before he mumbled, "Just training" to Jay-chan.
"Whew! God, I thought you guys were killing each other in here. Getting along as usual, I see." She grinned.
"Whatever," was my callous response. "He started it. Freakin' jerk with his freakin' mouth..." I limped toward my room and slammed the door.
I heard Jay-chan sigh and was able to make out her muffled conversation with the jerk-off.
"What did you do this time, Piccolo?"
"I was trying to get her to train. She's lazy and has no life."
"What got her to beat you like that?"
There was a pause, where I'm sure Piccolo was glaring at Jay-chan. "No one beats me, she just got a little excited when I made a bad comment about her and her boyfriend."
Jay-chan sighed again, "What did you say to her?!"
"I told her she has no excuse not to train cuz she's obviously gotten some amount of exercise from fucking her boyfriend all the time."
"ARG! PICCOLO, YOU IDIOT!" I heard her scream. "NO WONDER SHE BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU!!! YOU CAN'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT TO HER!!"
"NO ONE BEAT THE HELL OUT OF ME! I GOT DISTRACTED BECAUSE YOU HAD TO KNOCK ON THE FUCKING DOOR AT THE WRONG TIME!"
"STOP YELLING, YOU JERK!"
"I'M NOT YELLING!"
I heard Jay-chan start giggling, "Right Piccolo. Look, you better tell her you're sorry cuz I know those kinds of words can really hurt her."
"Whatever," he snorted.
I heard feet padding over to my doorway and I buried myself in the covers on my bed.
"Tiffy?" came Jay-chan's soft voice.
"What?"
"Piccolo wants to talk to you."
I peeked out from under my comforters and glowered at the Namek in my doorway. "What do YOU want?" He stepped into my room, trying his best to keep a straight face with his crooked nose. "You should get that fixed."
He snorted, "It'll be healed in a few hours. My immune system is a lot better than yours, human."
Jay-chan elbowed Piccolo in the side and narrowed her eyes at him.
He turned back to me with a sigh, "Your sexual business with your boyfriend is your business. Yeah, I'll stay out of the bedroom shit. So yeah..."
Jay-chan hung her head in shame. "That's the lamest apology I've ever heard, Piccolo... but it'll do."
"Good, now get the fuck out of my way; I'm gunna go train some more," he growled as he stomped out of the room.
I rolled my eyes and curled back up in my covers.
"He can be such a child sometimes," Jay-chan giggled.
"You don't know the HALF of it; you don't have to live with him!" I snickered. "I feel kinda bad about his nose though..."
Jay-chan smiled, "He'll be okay, but I sure wouldn't wanna be around in a few hours when he heals if I were you. Wanna go downtown?"
I leapt out of bed with newfound energy, "Sure!"