My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
Cabalistic:...On to the story!
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Cabalistic: heh heh heh... fine. I don't own anything. I drew this stick figure comic though! Does that count?
18 had been walking through the streets of the icejin town. Chi Chi and Kurrin choose to make a camp near the icejins to see if they could find Goku or Chi Chi. 18 choose to go through the town. There were many fights with pummeling fists and flailing feet and drunken men supporting each other through the streets. It looked like this town hadn't seen a hero for a while.
She ducked an icejin that sailed over her head, colliding into the brick wall behind her. She was used to this type of town, without rules or laws. In fact, deep down inside, she liked the fighting. It was easy to cause a fight in this town, but usually they weren't worthy to be fought with.
18 sighed and dodged a man's fists. Her homeland was like this. Xuru of the Andriods was buried deep within her memories. She tried to forget the memories, but the town was enough to make her feel better. After all, what's better than a few fights to get your anger flaming?
Suddenly, shaking out of her thoughts, she felt a familiar presence behind her."18," A cold, icy voice spoke from behind her. Chills shook up her spine and fear stole her voice away. She didn't have to look behind her to realize who it was.
"17," She said, with no emotion, trying to sound as she did years ago. He chuckled then laughed. "At least I see you remember who I am, sister." His voice became cold and hard to read what he thought.
She finally looked over her shoulder. He hadn't changed. Black shirt, orange bandana, torn jeans—he looked the same day that the rest of their extinct county had died. His cold ice blue eyes stared directly into hers and she couldn't read a thing. He seemed somehow different.
"I am considered an Orgathan. I am accepted as a Sister." 17 snorted at 18's remark. "A Sister? One of the high spell casters when you can't do a thing?"
She scowled as he threw he head back and laughed. "I've been an icejin for these 10 years. One of the strongest in the army." 17 chuckled, "Freiza favors me highly." Suddenly a silver gleam from his chest forced her to look at the pendent that recognized the icejin army symbol.
Juuhachigou grimaced at her brother's ranking and snarled, "Unlike you, I do not throw myself at my enemies and start kissing filth off their boots."
17 looked cunningly at his sister and said, "But I don't run off and start fantasizing that I have spells like Orgathans."
Juu rose her voice angrily. "I don't turn my back on my people unlike you!" 17 growled back at her, dark lines running into his face, "It's a dead country and a dead dream. You, above all people, should know how much of a fool Dr. Gero was."
Her face hardened against her brother and her mind was a haze of anger of the past. Her voice was cold when she spoke, "I do not think of the past."
17 smirked and said slyly, "You forgot of your scars already?" Juu slammed her eyes shut, not wanting to hear the words that came out of his mouth but they entered her ears anyway.
Flashback-
Juuhachigou flew faster towards the forest. Tears streaked her face on both cheeks, hot and angry tears that drizzled onto the ground under her. Her blond hair flew backwards and her blue eyes were burning with tears and anger.
When she came up to the hollowed tree, she dropped to the ground abruptly and her cries became louder. She covered her face and wailed.
She was an android, one of the few that the Dr. Gero made. He was trying to create an entire android country, of Xuru. But she was a mistake. He made them spar and fight every day and night.
She killed him, and she had no regret. Then the androids flourished under their own control, striking fear into the other countries until the saiyan power increased dramatically.
Then Prince Vegeta lead the entire army against the androids and now the entire race was dead. Only the strongest survived and they were forced to flee, including her.
She slammed her fist into the tree and a groan tore through the air as if the tree itself was coming alive. Then it lifelessly toppled over.
Her arms were scarred and brutally beaten with the rod that Dr. Gero had forced to throw at them. She smirked darkly. If she was human, they would be bloody and red but they only exposed underneath the wires that created her.
Inside of her felt like jumbled of mixed up puzzle pieces slowly falling apart from their place. She shivered inwardly.
Suddenly a cold wind blew into the forest like another presence entering. She wiped her tears immediately. As broken as she might feel, her tears were a secret for no one.
A black haired girl about as old as she was popped out of the bushes. "Hey, B-chan, someone's in here!" She piped over to another person. She was wearing a soft yellow kimono tied into a purple ribbon with her hair pinned up in a bun.
"Well? Who is it?" Another girl dashed over to her. A bright blue eyed young girl with bright blue hair. Her kimono matched the other girl's.
End Flashback-
Juuhachigou narrowed her eyes at her twin brother. "The past is over," She said coldly. "It is pointless to think about and pointless to forget. So don't talk about it."
17 shrugged and hissed in his icy voice of his, "Perhaps I am merely part of the past as well. For I am dead." She flinched and jerked away from him.
He looked more transparent than usual, sure but it didn't occur to her that he would actually be swallowed by Death. 17 laughed coldly, "You should see your expression, 18. You look like you've seen a... well... dead man." He laughed darkly again at his joke. "Death captured me but the icejins rebuilt me and I have," he searched painfully for the word, "loyally worked for them ever since."
His dark gaze flickered over at her and he said, smirking, "Perhaps your ought to join them as well." He jerked, suddenly forward and his hands closed around her throat, causing a searing hot pain across her skin.
Suddenly he was gone, vanished. She glanced around, hands still at her throat, trying to painfully pull him away. 18, confused, looked around the corners but her brother had vanished.
She laughed, high and nervous. He was only a Thought.
Or was he?
She shivered. Was he real? Did he come back to haunt her? Was he just a Thought from the high beating sun? Juu looked up into the sky and into the great ball of fire that lit her world. She shivered again.
The sun could do strange things to you, no doubt.
Krillin looked around the market. Standing about two heads shorter than everyone else made him an easy trampling target. At least the sun reflected off his bald-head making him easier to spot. A dozen of ruby roses clutched in his right hand, for 18, no less.
He inspected the area and walked towards an elderly woman, spotting a good-looking red apple. Her wrinkled flesh and dull eyes sunk deeply in her head made him uneasy but he bravely asked, "How much is that fruit?"
She looked up at him, fixing her beady eyes on him and said in a voice like dried up raisins, "Fruit? That old thing from two months ago that is supposed to be blue?"
Krillin jumped away from the rotten fruit and mumbled, "I'll find some food somewhere else." He shivered awkwardly and walked away. "Would you like your fortune told?" A young icejin girl with silvery blue hair tied behind her head in a simple ponytail asked him. Her skin was very pale like most icejins and her blue eyes were not as icy as some others. Strangely, she looked almost like a human, as most icejins did, not looking as fearsome as Freiza or Cooler.
He was astonished. She was probably only 3480 sunrises since she had been born and already thrust into the adult business world. (A/N: That's 12 years)
She noticed his surprise at her age and murmured under her breath, "Money is hard to come by and my grandmama," she indicated the elderly woman from Krillin's first encounter, "does not know how to sell fruit. Telling all negative things about hers and positive about others." She giggled and added in a childish whisper, "I am trying to buy her some roses for her birthday." She then frowned. "My brother works in Freiza's army and I haven't seen him for so long."
Krillin, pitying the young girl, asked, "Who is he?"
She bit her lower lip nervously but said, "His name is Malui. He works for my uncle in the army. I am Celi." Krillin, still puzzled by the girl's story, asked, "Who's your uncle...?" She pressed her pale hands against her mouth and said in a clear voice, "I mustn't say." It was silent before she said in a low voice, "I am not lying, sir, I am a good fortune teller. A man who came to me became rich in less that two sunsets!"
Her grandmother from the stall next to her said in a raspy voice, "The young girl does not lie!" Celi smiled and said under her breath, "I am part Orgathan, after all." Her simple beauty for her young age came clear to Krillin, inherited from her blood.
Krillin, surprised said, "Could you come with me?" Celi looked around the marketplace and whispered something her grandmother's ear. Her grandmother nodded and she smiled. "I'll come."
They came into the tavern, dodging a few drunken fighters. "I am Krillin." He said. "I'm human." Celi nodded and said, "You must be brave, Krillin, sir, if you come to this town."
She wrapped her pale hands together and listened as Krillin, trusting the youth somehow in his blood, explained his story. Celi covered her open mouth and said quietly, "I will tell no one of your secret, sir. Protect it carefully." She seemed thoughtful then said brightly, "I will come with you on your quest sir."
Krillin, amazed, asked her why.
"I know magic from my grandmama, even though she seems like a fool, she knows great magic. I have this book that tells me what to do." She looked pityingly. "I'm not so sure about her birthday though. She says she never gets any..." She faded away.
Krillin, remembering the dozen roses for 18, removed one and said, "Here. Give it to her for an early birthday present."
Her eyes sparkled with joy as she held the rose in her hands. "I'll be right back," she said slipping away, skipping down the corner like the childish heart she had.
A/N: So I went off to K/18 relationship but truth behold, I don't know much about either of them.
...this could be a problem...
Oh well.
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