His hair swayed roughly in the breeze as he marched solidly to his room, his strong arms hung angrily by his sides, his eyes looked to the floor and that depressing and sorrowful look was still etched upon his face, like everyday she saw him. But despite the misery she still loved him, he was so hansom, so amazingly strong and she knew deep down there was a spark of happiness, a longing to smile, dance and she knew she could show him, show him that the world wasn't so bad. But he never saw what she was; never saw her as anything but a fellow soldier, a lower class trainee.

Kami she remembered his training, his deep rough voice as he commanded them, his strong chest dripping with the falling rain and his dark but shallow eyes that burned so deeply into hers. But even then he seemed so distant from happiness and even though she saw that spark when he looked at her, that smile that curled ever so slightly on his lips when she spoke to him, she also saw the pressure he put on to remove it like he was afraid of happiness, afraid to smile.

And she wanted so badly to show him he was wrong, so bad to hold him and give him what he needed but she knew he would never give her that chance, knew that now he had faded out of her sight around the corner that he hadn't even noticed her, she was invisible to him, at least now she was.

But tonight she would change that, tonight she had to see him, just him and just her, alone, sadly in business. She was being promoted and Kami had blessed her with the luck of having Goku as a guider, to lead her through her new guidelines but hopefully tonight she could talk to him about something more, after their business though.

He knew she was watching him again, he never understood why. He had watched her rise up the ranks and to be honest was very proud to have been her trainer, but she had always had something more reflecting in her eyes, something he couldn't define when she looked at him and everyday he knew she watched him, her small, shiny, black eyes burning into his body, her long hair tied back in a small and neat pony tail as she trained. She really was something else, something amazing and at some point he thought she had made him smile but it soon faded.

But she was beautiful he had to hand it to her, she was a very lovely girl and had taken a lot of pressure to mould, a lot of shouting and pushing but she never turned to hate him like the rest of them, apart from those who joined his legion and soon began to see who he was. But she never hated him from the start, never hated him in the middle and never hated him at the end, of course she had been teased and through pity that he hadn't felt for anybody in years he taught those who did it a lesson in respect, she was a great warrior and deserved the promotion she was gaining.

But he knew all the pain that love brought, the grief it created for him. All those he loved he lost and he knew with her being a warrior like himself it would be to the same bastards that took his family and friends, the ones that always got away, the ones he fought and fought but never won, the ones that were always allowed to retreat.

Life had never been fair to him, from the minute he was born to this very second, something always seemed to go wrong and yes it may be because he had a negative attitude to life but what do you expect from a man who has nothing but the clothes on his back and the blood in his veins.

The meeting had gone well so far, she had memorised everything she should have done, she knew all the new guidelines and what was expected f her once she had been promoted. He was impressed with her, he hadn't met any soldier who had been able to memorise everything they were supposed to for their fist night, she reminded him of himself when he had been in this position, she was as dedicated as he was but there was one thing he needed to warn her about before he would second the promotion.

"You're a very dedicated young woman, just like you were when I trained you all that time ago, how it flies." His face remained solemn "One thing bothers me though; something that will not only hold you back but also put you and your future legion in danger. You're a very compassionate person, I've seen it in you since day one and that has to lessen or go, your choice, you can't sympathise with the enemy and you can't feel emotion towards them."

"You mean I have to hate them" She looked at him, coldness evident in her stare.

"Not hate them, although that is better, all I'm suggesting is you don't get emotional with them, they will be just as fast to kill you as you should be to kill them, it is a battle after all. Now all I ask is that you try to level down on your opinions to your enemy, you've seen battles haven't you, you know they don't like us and I suggest that you try to understand who they are after you've killed them or it may cost you your life! I say this with your own life in my best interest." She looked at his unbelieving, it wasn't true what they said, he did care, he cared for her safety and so many people had told her he cared for no one, his legion nor himself, no one.

"Will I see many battles?"

"Probably, new Centurions are commonly placed on the small battles to give them experience and test them. I'm pretty sure you'll get through them you're a very unique woman and you're very strong in both physical strength and will and I'm very sure you will pass them with great ease and I look forward to accompanying you on the bigger battle fields, your talent deserves a good battle. Any more questions?"

"No thank-you Sir"

"Good, I would be very honoured to second your promotion. So all we have to do now is waiting for the general and you're on your way up" She knew he was please his word choice proved that but still his voice remained cold and depressive.

"One question though Sir, I've heard from other soldiers that you're a great warrior and have never lost a one to one battle, if so Sir why haven't you been promoted? I mean no disrespect, just curiosity." He turned to look at her again, this time his eyes emotionless, that screaming sorrow vanished from her view.

"I'm not compassionate enough, if that's at all possible! I also have a tendency to not follow orders during certain situations" This time a small amount of anger was apparent in his voice as he fiddled silently and uncomfortably with the hangings of his drapes.

Chichi knew there was more to him than just rebellion, more to him than just a lack of compassion; it wasn't hard to see, anyone could tell he was a depressive man but she could see more, a longing to find warmth, a longing to find happiness from someone but it was hidden, hidden deeply only to be seen by those that looked deep within him, deep into his eyes.

She stood watching him, his tall frame hidden handsomely in the darkness, his eyes dead of feeling and his lips straight but so inviting, her mind wired with the passions she held for him, clouded with the dreams of him she had late at night when her bed was filled with cold and loneliness.

He could feel her stare upon him again; those soft eyes that always held such warmth that screamed his company, since day one of her training with him he knew she felt something for him that in a slight way he recognised but still seemed so foreign, so familiar yet so different but he could never put his finger on what it was, until now as she walked towards him, caging him between her and the wall, staring into her eyes he could see the spark explode into fire, filling her eyes with a burning want for what she felt and now as her hands stroked his cheeks, as her body pressed against his and as those lips of hers compressed against his, moving gently in a dance that he had never before experienced.

But it all came back, the screams during the massacres, those nights where he hurt so much he wished he was dead, the happiness that was once again ripped from him and all those nights he spent as a child, curled up alone, with no one to find comfort in, crying himself to sleep.

His rigged body pulled away from her, his eyes full of the same expression of shock apparent upon his face. Her face was once of blank understanding as he looked at the ambitions of comfort in her mind, an ambition to help him to sooth the pain love was causing her, the pain of not understanding him, of loving him without knowing if it was returned, of loving a man who appeared to feel no love, who refused to feel love.

"I want to help you Goku, please let me show you things aren't as bad as you think they are, let me bring you a forgotten comfort, I know you lost a lot, how I'm not sure and I know now that life to you is agonising but please Goku let me heal your pain, let me love you"

TBC

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