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A/N: Think I was dead? Finally- here's the next chapter of Crimson Tears. Woop! XD

Chichi unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the hard length of him out. He moved closer to her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She kissed him hard, passionately and bit his lower lip-enough to draw blood. He didn't seem to mind. He growled her name into her hair and she dug her nails into his flesh.

"Goku..." She moaned and kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face. His right arm held her up and against him, his left hand clenched at her thigh and he held her firmly there. She let out a gasp for air. He bit into her shoulder and she cried out into the dark room. His body collapsed and he carried her to his bed. She was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down both their bodies. A smile played on his lips and after she caught her breath she frowned. "This is it, ok?"

"No. It's not." Goku kissed her forehead.

"Yes."

"Chichi." His voice sounded like he was scolding her. "This isn't it. It'll never be it." She sat up, pushing him aside and pulled her jeans back up, buttoning them.

"I have to go."

"I'll walk you home." He pulled on a shirt and Chichi watched him, a little disappointed that he was covering his perfect body.

"I'm fine on my own."

"I don't know that for sure." He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. She bit his tongue and turned away, walking towards the door. He followed, closing the door behind him.

"Your house isn't too shabby."

"Inheritance." Goku frowned. "When my parents died they left me everything." She turned.

"I'm sorry." He nodded.

"Hey Chichi?" When she nodded he looked at her shoulder. "How did you get that scar?"

"How?" She pondered over what she would say and frowned. "It's none of your business." He laughed as she stomped out of the house and quickly ran after her.

She popped her knuckles in concentration and sighed. Might as well get kicked out of school- this paper was never going to get written. She fell back in the bed and yawned.

'Things that anger me? Writing papers.' Chichi felt tempted to write that down, but instead she sat back up and scribbled her name on the top of the paper. 'Life,' She wrote and underlined the word. 'Parents. School. Teachers. People.' The paper was a list. Great. She tore the paper from the pad and tossed it onto the floor. Eighteen walked into the room, hair wet from a shower, dressed in flannel pajamas. Eighteen picked up the paper.

"This isn't a dump site." She looked over the paper. "Having trouble?"

"How could you tell?" Chichi looked annoyed at her friend and took a long drag off a cigarette. "What the hell is the purpose of this?"

"You make sure you aren't dicking off while being suspended." Eighteen sat on the edge of the bed. "It's not working, obviously- or at least Goku would say it's not." Chichi shoved at the blonde haired girl and looked back at the paper, hugging her knees. She came up with an idea.

"Eighteen, let me borrow a camera!"

"Sure... what for?"

"Screw this writing shit... I'll show him what's fucked in this world."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm slowly but surely writing new chapters for my stories! Thanks for the reviews and sticking this out with me!!!