Scatter fell. He kept falling, feeling his face stinging from a sudden outburst. From where it came, he had no idea. All he knew is that he was falling and he couldn't even fly to save himself. He felt like he was falling forever.
The whole time he was falling, he grabbed toward the spot he came from. He tried to save himself, but he had no such luck. Now he was falling into a deep abyss, and he had no idea how to save himself. He turned himself over in midair, only to see the ground fast approaching. Just before he hit, something saved him.
Bra awoke to find Scatter moving around on her lap. His head was tossing from side to side, and she had no idea what was going on.
I must've fallen asleep.
Scatter started mumbling something, causing Bra to lean closer. His face was crumpled in a painful expression, and it alarmed Bra. Without warning, Scatter hands flew up to his still bumped head and he screamed. Bra screamed as well, but it was drowned out by Scatter own wail.
"God dammit, Bra!" Scatter shouted, still asleep, "You're so annoying!"
Bra's eyes went wide as Scatter's opened. He sits up quickly, hands still around his head. After a minute of swearing about how much his head hurt, he turned back to find Bra, eyes wide.
"Bra…" Scatter began, "What just happened?" Bra said nothing, leaving her mouth agape. Her eyes began to brim with tears. Scatter was confused.
"Bra?" Scatter asked in a low voice. She looks like a deer in headlights. What the hell just happened?
Bra shut her mouth, letting one tear escape her blue eyes before bolting up. She ran, trying to get away from the Scatter that returned. She ran towards the door, opening it swiftly before taking off into the air.
She got a hundred yards away before someone grabbed her hand. The person turned her swiftly and wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't escape.
"Bra!" Scatter said, "Calm down! Why are you crying and running away from me!" Bra forced the tears to stay in.
"You're back!" She replied, "I thought you changed, but you're back to your old self! I heard you!" Scatter, still confused, continued holding the struggling Bra.
"What are you talking about, Bra!" Scatter asked, sort of scared, "All I had was a nightmare! I still don't remember anything!" Bra continued her struggle to get out of Scatter arms, but she just couldn't.
"Then how come you yelled about how I was annoying!" Bra yelled, "Then how come you can fly right now!" Scatter drew silent.
"Bra," Scatter spoke softly, "I don't think you're annoying. I just want you to calm down right now and let's talk about this. And I promise you, I don't remember anything. I don't even know how I'm flying right now, but I know I can do it." Bra ceased to struggle, and Scatter loosened his grip. The two drifted apart a few feet. Bra refused to look into his eyes, leaving them focused on the ground below them.
"Bra," Scatter said softly, "Bra look at me. I want to know why you ran." Bra slowly drew her gaze up to Scatter's and was surprised. He was looking at her right in the eyes. Something odd was with his eyes, and she didn't know what. They shone with a little bit of wetness and the eyelids were fully open. His brow was furrowed. He was… worried?
He's never worried about me, though. Bra thought.
"Bra?" Scatter asked, not wanting to test her patience. She looked fully at him.
"I thought you returned to your normal self," Bra said, "The way you were before you fell." Scatter smiled a little bit.
"Nope, I'm still no-memory me!" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, "What did I do to make you think that?" Bra frowned.
"You were having a nightmare," Bra said. Scatter nodded in agreement.
"Did me having a nightmare scare you or something?" Scatter asked innocently, "Cause I can try not to have nightmares anymore if it bothers you." Bra's lips curled up into a tiny smile. "Aha! Made you smile!" She'd been caught.
"No, Scatter," Bra said, "Your nightmare didn't scare me. What you said while you were having it scared me." Scatter raised his eyebrows.
"Did I say I hate you or something?" Scatter guessed.
Wow, hit the nail on the head, Bra thought. She quickly gazed downwards, holding in the tears that were threatening to break. Scatter quickly realized what happened.
"Bra, no!" Scatter spoke a million miles a second, "I don't hate you! No no no no! Not at all! If I said that I'm so sorry! Gah, I can't believe how stupid I am! I didn't mean to say that! I don't even mean it if I did! Oh jeez, now it sounds like I meant to say it! I don't know. I don't hate you though!" Bra looked at him, making Scatter draw silent.
"Scatter, settle down," Bra said, "You didn't say you hated me. Just that I was annoying. You used to do that with your old self." Scatter looked surprised while Bra dropped her gaze again.
"I said that you were annoying?" Scatter asked, innocently, "Well I didn't mean to. You're definitely not annoying, and if my old self thought so, then I feel sorry for him. You were the only one who helped me while I was in the hospital. Why the hell would I think you were annoying?" Bra frowned. So many emotions in just one conversation.
"I don't know Scatter," Bra said, "I don't know." Another tear fell, and in an instant, Scatter was holding her again, although this time she didn't struggle. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding onto him tightly while holding in the tears the same way. Scatter caressed the back of her hair, trying to sooth her pain.
"Bra," Scatter whispered, "I will never think you're annoying, even if I remember my old self. This is the only Bra I'm going to remember. The one who has helped me."
"Scatter," Bra spoke softly into Scatter's chest, "When you do remember, I don't think you'll be feeling that way." Bra hugged Scatter tighter as she weakened, falling asleep from a combination of crying too much and emotional overload.
Scatter smiled down at her and flew back to the house, Bra still in his arms.
He walked back in the house and sat on the couch, laying her down as well. Her head rested on his lap, just as he had done to hers before his nightmare. He brushed her hair from her face and let her sleep. He took the remote and started flipping channels. There was no way in hell he was going back to sleep.
Bra awoke on the couch with Scatter no where in site. She looked around. The TV was off and she was still in the same clothes as last night. She felt drained of energy but somehow managed to bring herself into a sitting position and attempted to regain her bearings.
She thought over what Scatter had done last night and what he had said. Her eyes closed slightly and a frown overtook her face. She was sad, even though Scatter had been so caring. She knew that when he remembered, things wouldn't be like that.
Bra loved the way her and Scatter's relationship was right now. He didn't think she was annoying and it made her incredibly happy, but she knew her bubble would be popped when he remembered.
She decided a shower would be the best thing for her right now. Those had always cheered her up when she was down, so she headed for her room to get a towel. She peered outside her window as she grasped the towel towards herself only to notice the one who had been so nice to her last night and her brother sparring outside. She got a sudden feeling of déjà vu, and as if on cue, Scatter and Trunks looked towards her window.
Bra blushed and ran to the shower.
Scatter and Trunks both looked at the overseeing Bra as she dashed away. Trunks gave a little chuckle and Scatter just frowned.
"Okay, that'll be enough sparring for now," Trunks said, "Besides, I want to know why you didn't sleep last night. And why my sister's head was resting on your lap." Scatter grinned. "Don't give me that grin! That's my sister!"
"Haha sorry Trunks," Scatter said, "We fell asleep watching a movie last night." Trunks frowned.
"That still doesn't answer my question about why you were still awake this morning," Trunks prodded again. Scatter motioned for him to sit down.
"Last night, I had a nightmare," Scatter said, "And all I can remember is falling. I don't remember yelling anything or whatever, but Bra claims I did." Trunks nodded.
"So I wake up, holding onto my head for dear life," Scatter continued, "and after the pain went away, I looked at Bra to tell me what the hell had happened." Scatter stopped, looking up into the sky.
"And…?" Trunks asked, wanting more information. Scatter brought his gaze back from the clouds and focused it on the grass in front of him.
"She ran off crying," Scatter said, "And I had no idea why. I caught up to her, and she told me I said she was annoying in my sleep. She said she thought I was back. After everything was resolved, we went back in and she went to sleep on the couch next to me-" Trunks interrupted.
"On you," Trunks corrected. Scatter glared and continued.
"I couldn't go back to sleep cause I was afraid I'd have another nightmare and scare her again," Scatter admitted.
"Scatter," Trunks began, "Before this amnesia, you and I both thought Bra was nothing more than a little kid that tagged along with us everywhere. We DID think she was annoying. I reconciled with her the night of your accident, but I doubt she did with you." Scatter gazed off into space.
"But she's not annoying," He replied, "I don't know why I would think that." Trunks flopped back onto the grass, looking up into the sky.
"Maybe you just are seeing a better Bra than me," Trunks said. Scatter followed suit and flopped back, extending his arms out. Both were silent for a while until Scatter suddenly went off-topic.
"Are you sure Bra wasn't my girlfriend?" Scatter asked innocently. Trunks slapped himself in the face.
"Yes, Scatter," Trunks replied, annoyed, "I'm sure. Why do you keep asking me these questions?" Scatter frowned and remained silent.
After her shower and feeling much more energized, Bra bounded down the stairs. She turned the corner and smelled food. It smelled wonderful!
Mom can't cook this well! Bra thought, I wonder if she hired a chef! Bra smacked her lips at the smell of the delicious cooking and walked into the kitchen.
And to her surprise, there stood Scatter in a very feminine apron, cooking something on the stove. Bra was amazed to see the speed he was preparing food. Things were being chopped a hundred miles a minute and spices were going everywhere. Bra's jaw slacked.
"You seem just as surprised as we are," came a voice from her left. Sitting at the table were both her mother and Trunks.
"I didn't know Scatter could cook!" Bra exclaimed, "And it smells so good!" Trunks chuckled.
"Yell, well, I didn't either," He replied, "and I'm his best friend. He never showed me this talent!" Bulma decided to pipe in.
"From what Chi-chi's told me," she said, "She taught Scatter how to cook a long time ago." Scatter turned his head.
"It's almost ready!" Scatter said, then he noticed Bra, "I knew you'd be down to eat, too, so I made some for you too, Bra. Take a seat!" He gave a wink, causing Bra to blush a little bit. Trunks decided to poke fun at his friend.
"Yeah, I know why Scatter never showed me this!" Trunks said, smirking, "He probably didn't want to be made fun of! Girly girly Scatter!"
"Heeeeey…" Scatter said, but quickly returned to his cooking.
"Haha," Trunks continued, "If my dad saw this, he'd be rolling on the ground laughing his tail off!" Bra eeped as she noticed a figure walk in, walk directly out, and soon heard loud laughter emanating from the hallways.
And as soon as the laughter dissipated, four plates of tuna noodle casserole was set down on the table. Trunks sat wide-eyed, as did Bulma. Bra glanced up at Scatter, who was smiling down at her.
"Tell me the truth," Scatter asked innocently, "How does it taste?" Bra tasted it and was amazed. It was wonderful.
"It's fantastic, Scatter!" Bra said, "Thank you!" Scatter grinned and turned to Trunks and Bulma. They were still amazed.
The day flew by fast, and soon night had fallen. Bra resumed her position on the couch, trying to watch TV, but only to find herself deep in her thoughts. She aimlessly flipped the channels, not even stopping to see what was on them. A voice startled her.
"How can you watch TV if you aren't even stopping on the channels," Scatter asked innocently. Bra clutched her chest, scared out of her wits again.
"Do you have anything else to do besides scare me, Scatter!" Bra asked, trying to silence her loudly thumping heart. Scatter grinned.
"AWW IS BRA AFRAID OF ME?" Scatter teased, jumping onto the couch. Bra pouted.
"Not at all," Bra replied and then got suddenly silent. Scatter looked up at his couch companion and grinned. He plopped his head down on Bra's lap, just as he did last night. But this time, he was fully awake, not even wanting to sleep. Bra just blushed.
"Do you think I'm your personal pillow, Scatter?" Bra asked, grinning. Scatter just snuggled in.
"Nope," he said, "But I'd like you to be." Bra ruffled his hair and blushed a little bit more. Her remote was suddenly stolen from her hand, though, and Scatter started flipping the channels.
"Hey!" Bra said, "I was watching that!" Scatter grinned.
"Watching what, exactly?" Scatter chimed, "You have been flipping straight through for the past twenty minutes!" Bra 'hmph'-ed, folding her arms. Scatter stopped on an action movie, grinning.
"Nope," Bra said, swiping for the remote, "We are not watching this!" Scatter pouted.
"But we watched your movie last night," Scatter said innocently, "Which means it's my turn tonight!" Bra looked down at Scatter, his smile gracing his face. She melted and gave in.
"Fiiine," Bra replied, smiling, "You big baby…" Scatter grinned.
Movie time was over, and neither Bra nor Scatter had fallen asleep, amazingly. They both decided it was time for bed, yet neither wanted to get up off the couch. Pulling themselves away from their little place, Bra and Scatter headed for the stairs. Bra started up first.
"I still think you were my girlfriend," Scatter said. Bra stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. Scatter's head was down.
"Scatter," Bra said, "We talked about this last night. You didn't like me before." Scatter turned up to Bra, whose height was even with his, being a step up.
"But why does this feel so right?" Scatter questioned, "Why does it feel like this is the way it was?" Bra looked at Scatter with sympathetic eyes.
"Scatter," Bra said, "As much as I would've loved to be your girlfriend, I never was, and according to you before your accident, I never would be." Bra was startled when Scatter wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer.
"Scatter …" Bra breathed. Scatter leaned in, kissing Bra lightly on the lips. Bra's arms went around Scatter's neck instinctively as they continued to kiss. But it long before Bra broke it.
"Scatter," Bra said, "I don't know what to do right now. I have something I've always wanted right before me, but I'm afraid you won't feel this way when you remember. I don't want to be hurt." Scatter frowned, releasing his hold on Bra.
"I hope I never remember then," Scatter said, gaze drawing up to Bra's eyes. Bra took a few steps backwards up the stairs, holding onto Scatter hand. After the third step up, her hand and his broke, and she smiled, turning around. She walked up to the stairs, tears brimming again.
Bra walked down her side of the hallway, and Scatter went his way. Bra fell asleep, hugging another stuffed animal. Scatter didn't sleep a wink. All night he was lost in his thoughts.
Scatter dragged himself from his bed, again not sleeping. This would be the second night in a row he went without sleep. The first night was on purpose, since he didn't want to scare Bra like he had previously, but last night was different. He stayed up all night thinking about Bra, about the kiss they shared, and about what she had told him.
"I don't ever want to remember," Scatter repeated his response last night as he walked towards the bathroom. He just didn't understand anything. He didn't understand why she was telling him that he didn't like her before his amnesia since she was such a great girl.
I can understand she's afraid, Scatter thought, since she's told me I wasn't the nicest person to her in the past, but from what I see now, I don't understand at all why I would think that. She's great.
Scatter turned on the water to the shower, letting the room fill up with steam as he stripped off his boxers. He stepped in and the hot water soothed his tired eyes.
She's filling my head, and I don't want her out of there, Scatter thought again, But if it means no sleep for me, well, I might have to make a few sacrifices.
Scatter chuckled, grabbing the Axe bodywash.
I wonder what Bra's doing right now…