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AN: This started out as just myself trying to get rid of some damned writer's block, but I think it turned out halfway decent. WARNING! This poem-fic includes strong references to rape.
Piccolo/Gohan
Siren
I've loved him for as long as I can remember
But now I find I've come to hate him
The Siren knew just how I felt about him
But he just didn't seem to care
Ever since my ears were graced with his betrayal
The Siren haunted my dreams
Her arms clasped around my Siren's neck
A look of evil in her eyes
She came and stole my love from me
She should be the one to pay
But that's not what I plan to do
Oh no, she'll get her own soon enough
But right now that Siren has to pay
For the damage done to my soul
He took my heart and shattered it
Laughing all the while
So I'll see my love one last time
To let him know he has wronged
I know now to heed the Siren's call
I won't let him cloud my mind again
I don't care that I'll rot in hell
His mind will rot from guilt
Gohan was alone in his apartment, peacefully sleeping, unaware of the shadow that lurked in his room. He awoke to the sound of ripping cloth, and the feeling of cold and fear. He tried to wrestle away from his attacker, but he was met with strong hands around his neck. His heart beat more and more furiously each time he tried to breath, his lungs were screaming for air.
"You Saiyans can be the deepest of sleepers," said an all too familiar voice, as it eased off of his exposed body. Gohan moved to strike at the assailant only to find his limbs were tightly bound. "You're going to let me have my way with you, you bastard."
"Like Hell I am!" Gohan growled.
"I suggest you change your mind about that, my dear Gohan." Gohan could feel his friend's tongue drag across his jaw. "I wouldn't want to mar that beautiful skin of yours." He could now feel a sharp edge moving across his chest and up to his throat.
Gohan was silent. He felt utterly defeated. He felt his neck being nipped at, the bites become more and more harsh. "No," he softly cried as each tear fell down his face. He felt every inch of his body being clawed at. His heart screamed in pain. "NO!" he screamed in defiance and was rewarded by a knife slashing across his chest.
"You're going to let me have my way with you." The violator got off Gohan's body one more time. Gohan could feel the last remnants of his clothing being torn away from him. He could hear the soft falling of cloth. He could tell that his attacker was intent on finishing the act when he felt the pulsating flesh on him. All he could now was silently cry and wonder where it all went wrong.