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Chapter 5 – Never Knew

'I don't understand it…' he sighed softly to himself. 'Why is this bothering me so much?' Ever since Bura told him that Marron had a date, he'd been acting rather absentmindedly. He wanted to ask her exactly who the guy was, but he knew better than to butt into other people's business. Bura told him she wouldn't be coming to their swim lessons that day, because she had insisted on taking both Marron and Pan shopping. It kind of made him sad; it was actually becoming a highlight in his week, seeing the shy girl in the lime green bathing suit splash around like a moron in the water. Oh well, it was just one day. Not that big of a deal in the big scheme of things. The door slammed shut…not that it never did. It always slammed when it was closed. Nevertheless, Trunks looked half-heartedly out of the corner of eye, and couldn't help but get a tiny bit happy when he saw it was Marron.

'What is she doing to me…?'

She looked at her feet. "I can't stay long." He sighed. She looked at him, her eyes were apologetic and sad; they quickly erased any anger Trunks had had deep inside. He smiled cheerfully, feet splashing playfully in the water. He had a mischievous look to his eyes, it made Marron smile a bit. They both grinned.

'Awkward silence…' he thought.

'Why am I smiling…' she thought.

Trunks stood up and walked behind her. "Hope you have a change of clothes!"

"WHAT!"

He picked her up, and she screamed slightly. Next thing Marron knew, she was flailing through the air and landing with a loud splash in the water. She paddled stiffly over to him, the annoyance written all over her face. Trunks laughed. He squatted down, his pretty, purple hair flying back and forth as his body shook with laughs.

"Oh…so this is funny to you?"

"Hilarious."

Marron muttered angrily, and then grinned darkly. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and yanked him in. Once Trunks finally did come up, his hair was plastered all over his face. Marron was cracking up.

"I like the hair, Trunks!" she choked through her laughter. He spat the water in his mouth out dejectedly. Then he dove under the water, and pulled her under. Marron gagged, and he let go, swimming away playfully. Her head exploded from under the water, with Marron sputtering and gasping for breath. She held onto the edge of the pool and glared at Trunks, who was laughing even harder than before.

"Be a man and get over here!"

"If you want me so bad, come and get me!"

She scuttled like a crab against the wall until she got over to where she could put her feet down.

"Swim!" he said encouragingly. He pulled his wet shirt off and put it on the edge of the pool. "The only way you can catch me is if you swim!"

Marron blushed. She once again could not help but stare at his perfect body. Trunks noticed, and turned equally red. He tried to keep her mind on the subject. "What! Are you scared?" he taunted. He stuck his tongue out immaturely.

"Try!" he finally said. "I know you can do it!"

Marron blushed again. She was elated by his confidence in her shabby swimming skills. She took a deep, scared breath and pushed off against the wall, swimming awkwardly towards him. He caught her arms, and she stood up in the water. He was more than a head taller than her. Trunks looked at the girl standing so close to him. He hadn't realized how pretty she was before.

"There…" he said softly. Marron could feel his breath on her face; it tickled her nose and made her blush even more. She looked at his eyes; they were as warm as always, but, something in them looked different. She couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly the look meant. His face was so close to hers; his body was so close to hers. Marron's heart started beating fast.

"I knew you could do it." It was almost as if he was whispering to her. Then she felt it. His lips brushed gently against hers, pulling her into a soft, innocent kiss. It was if her entire life had built up to that moment; she felt she could die happy, right there, right then. Then it was over. Just like that. Trunks looked away, blushing madly.

"You'd better go."

Trunks sat at the kitchen table alone, the events of the afternoon playing back in his head. It was as if his own body was possessed; he could never see himself doing what he did. The embarrassment swept over him in waves. Then it dawned on him. She was taken…by some mystery man. He had to know who this guy was. His head clunked weakly against the table and he groaned loudly.

'Why is she affecting me so much…she's Bura's friend…yes…my little sister's fifteen-year-old friend…she's young…really young…yeah…just a kid…Bura's friend…a little kid…" he banged his head viciously against the table. 'Then why did I kiss her?'

"You're going to get a concussion if you keep hitting your head like that, sweetheart."

He looked up and saw his mother standing over his shoulder, looking slightly concerned by his erratic behavior. She put a hand on his shoulder. She always knew when something was bothering him. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked simply. Trunks shook his head. 'Not now…I'm having enough trouble explaining this to myself…'

"Mommy! Daddy! We're back!"

'We?'

Bura walked into the kitchen, followed by a particular blonde-haired girl. Trunks froze, and buried his head deeper under his arms. Bura dug absentmindedly through the freezer, looking for something for her to microwave, and Marron looked back between them both, and almost laughed at how oblivious to everything Bura was. Bura finally groaned out loud.

"I gotta go to the freezer in the basement…someone ate the pizza up here." she motioned to the chair next to Trunks. "Why don't you sit?"

Marron sat down awkwardly as Bura strode out of the kitchen.

"Trunks?" she finally whispered gently, touching the young man's shoulder. When he didn't respond she inched closer, fairly concerned by his silence. A smothered grunt came out from under the table.

"Please…just stop…stop being…stop being you." he finally stammered out. "Stop being so…fuckin kind…" Marron's eyes saddened, and Trunks shrunk even more under them.

"I'm so—"

"Stop it!" he shouted, smacking his hand down hard on the table.

'Just a kid…'

Marron could feel the hurt bubbling inside of her. She wanted to apologize, for whatever it was she had did, but she didn't even trust her voice to speak. She just nodded and moved her chair back to where it was before.

"You have an affect on me." he said flatly. "I don't know why I like you, but I do." He kissed her cheek softly. "I'm sorry. Just don't cry, okay. Don't cry."

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