Piccolo hovered some 50 feet in the air above my head as I approached my boyfriend's apartment. He wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong... or maybe he still wants to kill my boyfriend... Either way, here I am, right in front of my boyfriend's door, about to put an end to my relationship. Up until now, I've been denying how much this is gunna hurt, how empty I'm gunna feel when I lose not only my man, but Piccolo the very next morning... I have to deny it. I have to make myself numb to the pain or I'll break down this very moment and lose my chance. I can't miss this opportunity.
I knocked lightly on the door at first, unsure of myself and scared of how Piccolo would react to my plan of attack... There was no way I could tell him of what I planned to say to my boyfriend before we left my apartment... I think Pic would rather die than listen to the slander I'm gunna employ in my argument. With a sigh I raised my fist and knocked louder, forcing myself to be strong. A few seconds passed before my man answered the door.
His arms were around me before I even realized it.
"Oh my God!" he screamed, "You're still ALIVE!"
I tensed and slowly pulled myself away from him. "Of course I am."
His cheeks were flushed. "What the fuck is Piccolo doing here? I seriously thought he was fictional."
"No, he's not. In fact, he's been staying at my apartment for the past several months." I could feel Piccolo's rage explode above me in the form of a large ki expulsion. My innocent boyfriend thought it was getting windy.
"You wanna go inside? It's getting cold."
"No, I'm fine out here."
"Alright... Now, what do you mean Piccolo has been staying at your apartment?" His eyes were narrowing with suspicion. Excellent.
"Look. He and I were just friends when he first showed up---"
"What do you mean by 'He and I were just friends'?" My boyfriend began fidgeting with his fingers.
Perfect.
"Last night... when you came back to apologize... I'd just had sex with Piccolo."
I watched as my boyfriend's jaw fell to the floor and didn't dare look above me despite the ever present feeling I had that I was gunna be in unfathomable amounts trouble when I got home.
"Yeah," I continued, "We made love and I realized that I really don't love you. I mean, how could I? After all the pain you'd put me through that night, not to mention all those countless time before, I wanted revenge, but I also wanted someone to be there for me. Someone who really cares about me."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" he screamed, the veins in his neck bulging with his mounting rage. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"
"No. No you don't."
"WHAT?!"
"You don't love me!" I snarled, satisfied and yet startled by the intense feeling I felt behind those words. "If you really loved me, you wouldn't make me cry every other day of my miserable life! If you really loved me, you wouldn't put your needs before my own all of the time! If you really loved me, you'd act like you did!"
"HOW DO I NOT ACT LIKE I LOVE YOU?!"
"All you ever want to do is fool around! Just last night, after you apologized, you wanted to come inside!---"
"MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE! MAYBE THEN I COULD HAVE BEATEN THAT LOSER'S FUCKING ASS!!!"
I snorted, "Like you could. But that's not the point, the point is that you're a selfish, arrogant, superficial prick, whose only interest is in the physical and sexual aspects of this sorry excuse of a relationship and I'm sick of it!"
"WELL, MAYBE I'M SICK OF YOU!"
"Good! Be sick of me! Do me that one favor! Be selfish again and make this all about you cuz now it can be! I cheated on you! I don't like you at all! I've found someone to replace you with!" My stomach clenched as I finished my speech, all of my energy draining, leaving me exhausted and yet feeling justified.
My boyfriend made a sudden move forward and I felt myself fall into an instinctive fighter's stance when a flash of white appeared before my eyes. Piccolo was standing between my now ex-boyfriend and I.
"Stand down," he snarled.
"Piccolo!" I shrieked. What the hell is he doing?! He's gunna mess this whole thing up for me! I knew he was mad, but doesn't going home mean more to him than his freaking ego?!
"You fucked my girl..." my ex growled.
"Well, it's your loss, buddy. You should have treated her better," Piccolo purred with cool causality. "Besides, she ended things with you when you first showed up so... technically she wasn't your girl when I fucked her."
Oh my God! He's going along with it! Wow... I can't believe that Piccolo just said that!
"TREATED HER BETTER? I TREATED HER PERFECT!"
"Bullshit!" Piccolo spat. "Now you listen to me. You stay away from her and away from us because this kid belongs to me now. If I ever see you anywhere near her, I won't hesitate to end your life in a way that I can only describe as 'conveniently accidental' so that the cops won't even give you a second look."
My ex took a step backward, his eyes shifting from me to Piccolo and back again.
"You can forget telling anyone about me, by the way. Who'd believe that a fictional character from a poorly dubbed anime series took your ex-girlfriend from you? Hah. That'd be amusing to hear," Piccolo stepped back and stood next to me. In a second, he'd snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. I couldn't stop the blush that streaked across my face, but maybe that would just add to the effect of this whole drama? ... Oh my God, Piccolo's holding me! ... Okay. Gotta pay attention. "You will leave us alone. Got it?"
My ex looked a little pale as he nodded hesitantly.
"Good," Piccolo purred.
With one swift motion, he scooped me into his arms and blasted off of my ex's stoop, blowing him back into his doorway. I looked down at the quickly shrinking town below and had to stop myself from screaming. The only thing worse than great heights is falling from them, right?
The wind whipped my hair across my face and I barely managed to squeak out, "Where are we going?" before getting a mouthful of the strands.
"Jay-chan's place."
That's all he said to me for the rest of the flight...