Author:winces: I was reading the previous chaps and I realized there were a couple mistakes. I know I warned u guys, but still it made me feel bad so, sorry.
I dedicate this chap to Saburo! Since I like him, the first part is a convo with him and Goten for u curious peoples. Enjoy!
"Do you love me?"
Saburo turned toward the young man. "Love?" He looked away. "The word holds no meaning to me." He replied somewhat coldly.
"But surely if you find the right person, you would love them." Dark eyes pleaded.
Saburo smirked. "And I'm sure you hope it is you who has captured my heart."
"Well, why not?" The youth wondered. "I love you."
"Perhaps." Saburo nodded. "But I do not love you in the way that you wish."
Goten sighed. "I know." He whispered. "And I understand I will never have that love."
The older man moved forward toward the lithe figure perched on the rumbled bed. Long fingers delicately smoothed up the paling skin of his pet.
"Why are you always so sad my pet?" He took Goten's lips into a rough kiss.
Goten obligingly parted his lips and allowed the curious tongue to roam inside his mouth. He clung onto Saburo, digging his fingertips into the broad shoulders before him.
The oriental man pulled away, locking eyes with the youth. "Let me kill him my pet." He whispered. "Let me destroy his heart for placing such traitorous thoughts in your head." He fingered Goten's brow.
Dark eyes widened. "No." He murmured desperately. "Please, I still love him."
Saburo's eyes narrowed. "Which is the reason he must pay. You belong to me Goten." He angrily grasped the Son's chin. "Don't forget that."
Tears silently streamed down pale cheeks. "I know, since we first met I've known."
"Good."
Goten touched his face, wiping away the tears he did not wish to cry. "Why?" He wondered.
A dark brow was raised. "What do you ask?" Saburo demanded without malice.
"Why did you choose me?" Goten looked up into haunting gold eyes. "Out of all the others you could have had, why would you ever want to have me?"
"You're beautiful Goten, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Saburo stood tall before the boy. "I wanted that beauty for myself."
Goten nodded, not questioning further, he was foolish to search for any other response.
"Now it is my turn, why were you there in the first place?" Saburo asked, knowing the answer yet wanting to remind Goten of his position.
"I had run away from home, from my country." Goten stared uncaringly at the dirty wall beyond the standing figure. "My heart was broken and with it my mind."
"Why AmericaNew York no less?" Saburo questioned further.
Goten smiled sadly at that. "This is the only place He doesn't have his hand in." He chuckled. "Something so simple changed my life."
"Continue with your previous thoughts." Saburo said.
Goten nodded mutely. "After a time I ran out of money, I was kicked out of my apartment and I took to the streets because I couldn't find work." He winced slightly. "It was while I was there, in that damn alley that they found me."
Saburo nodded. "We took care of them Goten, the boys killed their nasty little ring for doing that to you." He reassured.
"They kidnapped me - at the time I didn't know why - after all, I had nothing of importance." Goten ran his fingers through his thick hair. "A Slave Ring, I didn't even know those things existed." He shook his head.
"I bet their greedy little eyes lit right up when they saw your beautiful face." Saburo gently caressed a pale cheek. "To hold such beauty."
Goten nodded. "You were the one who saved me." He blushed. "Everyday I was in that hellhole I wished someone would save me, I had hoped by some miracle He would." He shook his head. "It was stupid now that I think about it."
"Hn, the reason you are mine now precious." Saburo scraped a nail across the flesh he only moments ago been lovingly touching. "I claimed you as my own, my beautiful little child." He whispered.
Goten ignored the chills shuddering up his spine, he was lucky he had someone who cared about him, he had no room to be picky as to their sanity.
"I owe you my life." Goten leaned into the strange touch. "For saving me from that place, from a fate worse then this."
"That is the reason you stay by my side, why I send you on your 'errands'." Saburo murmured. "Your body is like sin, the perfect killer for the wicked."
Goten nodded silently. He had indeed become an aid in their secretive way of killing, offering his body to the victim and then allowing his fellow gang members to finish out the job when their 'business' had been completed.
He felt used because of it. But as Saburo continuously told him, he was nothing, used, broken. Trunks would have never loved him had he seen the pitiful creature Goten had become.
And he accepted it.
"You're late."
Goten nodded. "Sorry." He replied stiffly.
"No explanation as to why?" A dark brow was raised.
Pale cheeks stained pink. "I got…distracted." He turned away in slight embarrassment.
"I see." Was the calm response.
They had chosen to meet each other in a nearby park, away from prying eyes yet open nonetheless. Silence remained between them and the young Son could feel an uncomfortable weight filling the space between them.
Goten growled, the tension was too much. "I'm sorry! I got carried away." He snapped. "Just drop it." He angrily turned back toward the man.
"It seems he had more of an effect on you then you first thought." Eyes narrowed. "You know not to raise your voice to me little one."
Goten flushed. "Sorry." He murmured, his eyes downcast.
"You shall be."
Goten winced again, knowing the tight words were spoken with truth.
"Back to the situation at hand." Saburo continued. "You are coming with me."
Goten began to protest but immediately stopped as he saw the glint to the gold eyes he had learned to fear. He bowed his head and nodded. "Okay."
"You have left word?"
Goten nodded. "I left him a note." He tried to remain cold.
There was a smirk. "Excellent, everything is going as I planned." Saburo said with pleasure.
Goten winced beside him, understanding his role once more.
"Now that we've figured out this mess, why don't we go back to the hotel to have a bit of fun." Saburo trailed his hot gaze down Goten's figure, licking his lips hungrily.
Goten blushed yet nodded and moved forward, pulling Saburo closer to smash their lips together in an intense kiss. He moaned into it and clung to the warm body beneath his fingers, he needed this.
Slowly he pulled away. "I missed you Saburo." He murmured, eyes lidded with lust.
A dark chuckle greeted his words. "Then let us remedy that." Saburo grinned.
Goten pulled the taller man away from the bench they had been stationed by. "I want you to fuck me Saburo, you have a car with you?" He inquired, running desperate hands across the smooth suit the man wore.
"Of course." Was the lecherous reply.
"Then let's go to my hotel."
"Goten?"
Trunks nervously glance around the empty room, inwardly knowing that this time around there would be no reply.
He felt his heart clench in fear, everything was going smoothly, what had happened?
"Damn." He cursed, running tense fingers through his tangled locks.
Goten had left him, without any warning. Sure he had pleaded to leave the previous day, but they had made love, didn't that count for anything?
Or was it just sex to Goten, he had wanted to make love; he had asked Trunks for it. But what if it wasn't good enough and Goten wanted someone else?
"I can't believe this is happening." Trunks choked, silently glancing beside him where Goten had slept.
He frowned as a slip of paper caught his eye. As he picked it up he realized it was from Goten and his spirits lifted, perhaps he wasn't really gone after all.
His eyes quickly scanned the neatly written letter, a frown tugging at his lips with every word.
Trunks,
I know you're probably hoping I'm going to come back, but I highly doubt if that will be the case this time. I need to go back home, I've found closer where I had once sought it.
I also know you may have thought that this thing between us could have worked, but I assure you there was nothing. Maybe on your side there was love, but you no longer hold my heart.
I don't love you.
I can't love you, because if I do I will only be returning home, to the people who once shunned me. There is no forgive and forget this time Trunks, I won't ever forgive the ones who hurt me.
That includes you and I'm sorry for that, because once, I did love you. But I've learned there is no love in this world, no happy endings for the pure.
Not that I could ever be considered pure, not now, after all I've done.
You're wondering what happened in my past, after I disappeared for so long. I became evil, I killed.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Because that's all I have to offer, I am a murderer and don't deserve anything from you. You may bring up past conquests, our battles with evil in the. It's different this time, I killed men Trunks, not evil monsters from space, not to protect people I love. It was in cold blood.
I can't taint you anymore then I already have, so I leave this letter as my last words to you.
Last night was wonderful; you gave me everything I could have ever asked for. And because of that I can move on. Thank you Trunks, live life to its fullest, as though every day is your last.
Because it very well could be.
I'm sorry for everything, try to forget me and live. Goodbye Trunks.
Sincerely, Goten
Trunks clutched the thin paper in a quivering fist, this wasn't happening, not again.
"Goten." He growled past clenched teeth. "Damn you." He hissed, struggling to hold back the burning tears stinging his eyes.
This can't possibly be reality, we were so happy…so fucking happy! Why! Trunks shook his head.
"I can't stay here." He panicked. The tears spilled out. "I need to get out."
He crawled from his cold sheets and staggered to the door, ignoring his protesting body and desperately running into the kitchen where the phone was. He practically ripped the receiver from its cradle and brought it to his ear as he punched in the numbers he needed.
"Please pick up…please, please." He chanted softly as he listened to the soft ringing.
Pause. "Hello?" Someone asked.
"Gohan!" Trunks sighed in relief.
The Son frowned and it could be heard in his voice. "Trunks? How are you?" He asked, surprised to be hearing from his young friend.
"He's gone Gohan." He began to sob again.
"What? Who Trunks?"
"Goten." Trunks wiped away his tears.
Silence.
"Gohan?" Trunks worried his lip when there wasn't an immediate response.
"My…brother?" Gohan breathed finally. "W-when?"
"He's been with me for the past two days." Trunks replied miserably. "And now he's gone."
"I can't believe you found him." Gohan whispered in awe.
"More like he found me." Trunks said ruefully. "I don't know what to do Gohan, I need him."
"Of course Trunks, I'll be there right away." He reassured.
Trunks smiled gently. "Thank you Gohan." He pulled away the phone and clicked it off with a soft beep.
He didn't want to be alone anymore, too long he had been alone.
"Please come back to me Goten." He whispered.
Author: Eh:yawns: why is it I always mess with these things early in the morning? Though this time it's almost 3. :chuckles: Well u didn't wait too long I suppose. But right now I'm too tired to mess with the reviews, sorry peoples (but I luv u all!), I'll do it next chap, didn't have time to look for mistakes either. Bleh, ja 'til next time.
-Red
