Pins and Needles
A boy, betrayed and distrusting, finds his second life in the DBZ world. After dying in shock and disbelief, would this boy be able to pass on hope and kindness to others? Can his new 'friends' help him to become the once content and cheerful young man he once was? Or would he end up dead in this land as well?
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but sometimes I wish I did…
Kikasha: Please enjoy!
Chapter 1
Betrayal
Forewarning:
The night was uncannily still as a car with broken headlights parked out side a peach coloured house, its sharp light temporarily blinding the small animals that had scampered for cover from their predators. Someone stepped out of the vehicle and took a key from a jacket pocket. The unidentified person opened the door, watched the car drive off before striding over the doorframe and shutting the door quietly. The person made a quick check through of the house before going up into a bedroom and waiting…
A boy with unruly, mid-shoulder length hair and narrow eyes, stood in his room, his eyes widening. A man swayed in the shadowed corner nearest the door, a glint of red stained silver in his hand. The bed was on the other side of the room, under the window, and the closest handle was pressed painfully into his back. The orange, yellow leaved curtains fluttered, casting eerie shadows across the already dark room as the figure stepped out of the shadows.
The figure's mangled foot dragged over the light orange carpet as the person approached the boy, threatening to run him through with the waving knife, taunting him, wanting him to run, to make the game more interesting. The boy's mouth hung open in a silent scream of horror as he glimpsed the face of his attacker during the flash of the pale moonlight through the hanging cloth. The figure's face was riddled with scars and yellow eyes were staring, unfocused, at the victim as the knife was slowly raised over the red haired head slowly. Too slow for the boy to handle.
The young man flung himself into the air, aiming for his bed, but the murderer was too swift. The dangerously sharp blade plunged through his bare left shoulder to the right mid-side of his stomach before it was pulled out. Metallic-blue hair was splattered with blood as the boy fell across his bed with a strangled moan, almost cut in half and as the figure drew the weapon back and gently stroked his face, the blade was driven into the side of his neck. Then, when shocked now round dull eyes stared back, hanging on the last few threads of life, the murderer leant in and whispered:
"I love you and will always do so. Don't forget me, my little wolf…"
As the bulb flickered, signaling the electricity coming back, the lady leaned down and placed a cold kiss on the still warm cheek. She was out the window in a swirl of her jacket, leaving no trace of her visit, before the 'little wolf' was dead…
Kikasha: Did ya like it?
Vegeta: Hn. It sucks!
Kikasha: Let's see you do better!
Vegeta: -folds his arms and looks away-
Bulma: I think he means Aisu dying…but I can't be sure…
Kikasha: oh…ok…on to the next chapter!