Hero II: The Search for Truth
(Chapter 7: Dinner with the Enemy)
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That day I was walking on the streets towards my home. I kept thinking about school, and my dad, and the guy in the woods. I wondered about how my mom was holding up, for we had not spent much time together since we arrived on Earth. I looked around me, and saw people laughing, talking, and going about their day as if nothing were wrong. Everyone seemed happy and content…except me. I had too many worries on my mind to even begin to think about fun.
It was then that I saw him…Trunks… He was walking out of a store, looking rather pleased with himself, and deep in thought about something, which I already could guess what he had on his mind by his journal. He started walking off in the direction of the woods, and I knew that I had to make a decision: home or the woods..and most definitely I chose the woods.
I followed him down the road, observing the way he walked, with an air of confidence. He seemed to know what he was about and like he had just a little big of an ego, which is something that sparked my interest. Even though he walked with that air, he looked down at his feet while walking just a little too much, which showed that he just might have a little bit of insecurity about himself somewhere inside of him.
He finally reached the forest, and stepped right into the path that led back to his tent. Though, before he did that, he looked around to make sure no one was watching (I was hidden behind a tree at that moment), and then when he was satisfied that no one was looking at him, he stepped onto the path and continued walking. It seemed like it took ages to reach the tent, only because I had to be extremely quiet because the leaves crunched underneath my feet.
At the camp place, he sat down and thought about something for a second, and I found myself quite happy watching him, as if he were some animal on display at a zoo. He was very interesting to me, and I always wondered what he was thinking about. He must've been dying to talk to someone…and maybe, just maybe…I could talk to him and not run away! Though it was a stupid thought, I pushed aside them and decided to be brave for a second without any thought of what could possibly happen if I opened my mouth to speak…
"Hi! Fancy seeing you again, eh?" I asked full of a sort of cheeriness that can only be matched by that of cheerleaders…fake, yet powerful.
His eyes lit up with shock and he quickly responded, "What are you doing here! Give me back my journal!"
I kept my calm and replied to his response, "I just wanted to know more about you, since you obviously knew my dad. I thought I should talk to you to find out more about him since I was born after his death. And about your journal…it's at my house…I'll bring it back to you another time."
His face then turned pale when I mentioned my dad, and he said, "Would you like to stay for dinner with me?"
It was then that MY face lit up with shock, and I thought about it for a second, which didn't take me long because I was aflame with curiosity, "Yes I would."
Trunks then proceeded to get a fire started. He had piled some firewood into a section about fifteen feet away from his tent. He walked over to it and started piling up some into his arms, and then carried them back to the fireplace. He then struck a match and lit the firewood, which started ablaze with little fury.
Watching him prepare food was a rather enjoyable thing. I had never seen a man cook before, as it was custom for women to do that on Namek, so I was rather pleased to observe him as he cooked and made sure that everything was done right. It was some kind of stew…it didn't look too appetizing, but once the smell of it started to permeate through the air, my mouth began watering.
"It's finished," Trunks stated after what seemed like forever of silence, "I'll go get some forks and plates."
Trunks went into his tent and returned a few moments later with the dinnerware in his hands. He gave me a fork and a plate, and then placed his dinnerware on the ground for the minute. He then ladled the stew into my plate, and then did the same for his and sat back down across the fire from me.
"Now, about my dad. How did you know him, and what do you know about him? I mean, what was he like?" I begin asking right away.
He looked up from his plate and began, "Well you see your dad…well I had better start from the beginning."
That's it for now1 I'm sorry it took soooooooooooooooooooo long for me to do this! I've just been horribly and I mean horribly busy with everything! But I'm gonna catch up promise! Just give me some time and patience lol! Please R&R and tell me what you think!