Okay, to all of you waiting for an update:
I'm not updating this for a good, long while.
It needs to be rewritten and beaten with a stick. I began it two years ago and...frankly, I know what I want to have happen it's just that I'm overrun by the sheer amount of stuff to do in real live and I'm besieged with writer's block.
Plus, I'm worried about my characterization. And, earlier on, the lovely use of ningen. -barf- 17 is planned to have a much larger part, in short order, judging from what I have now, but really.
This thing does need to be rewritten. Any constructive crit you could offer would be helpful!
And, so that this site won't be stupid and say I just posted this for the purpose of note-giving: A teaser for the far future. Which hasn't been edited all to hell yet, actually, but this general scene will occur.
Avery went rigid, and her eyes went wide. Trunks watched the color drain from her face.
"...What?"
Her eyes narrowed and she stared at Trunks critically. Her finger shook on the trigger, and then Trunks realized his dire mistake: Avery wasn't one to believe an enemy.
"It's the truth!" Trunks protested, watching the scene in horror, as if in a dream. His fiancé was not being held hostage by a deluded, violent...
"I already knew that," she spat venomously. "What difference does it make!"
"What!"