So I actually really like this story and I wasn't far enough into it to drop the plot. I apologise to everyone who really enjoyed What I've Become. I can't make you any promises but you guys may be getting that rewrite that I promised. When is the real question. For now, I'm just going to leave it. I don't think it's wise for me to just jump back into it right now. Thank you for bearing with me all these months after I've let you guys down so many times. Truly I'm eternally sorry and grateful.
Anyway, forget that sappy stuff; let's us indulge into horribly written fanfic once again.
Lunch came sooner than later and Gohan was less than happy that he had to wear an extra P.E uniform shirt all day now that Videl had completely disintegrated a shirt he was very fond of. Gohan watched as the line of students departed at the sight of Videl, who remained indifferent to it and simply plucked one navy blue tray from the rest of it's kind.
The lunch ladies gaped in a heavily intertwined mixture of fear and awe that Videl, once again, ignored to specify her meal options. Once she was content she sliced though the line like a bullet through water once again, and strutted pass the till with the knowledge that no one was stupid enough to ridicule her for it. Electric blue eyes surveyed the lunch hall like a hawk in the wild. And the second she found her prey she resumed her ever confident march before slamming her tray on the table. The other occupants were unwelcoming to say the least.
"No." Erasa spat at the sight of Videl. The other teenage girl threw the other a faux-sweet grin and began picking at her food. Mainly the meat.
"Videl...hi." Gohan coughed up, taken aback by the unpromblematic version of her for once.
"Where?" She abruptly sounded, causing him to smash his cutlery into his plate on instinct.
"Where what?" An exasperated huff escaped her - it was as if she'd expected him to read her mind.
"If I did hang out with you- it's unlikely but let's entertain the thought of it - where?" Words couldn't describe the complete and utter wonder on his face; it was the start of terror and the end of curiosity in a portrait.
"I don't know."
"Well, when you do, and only then, tell me so I can laugh at how stupid an idea it is." Yep. That seemed more like Videl. The familiarity of her blatant rudeness caused a relieved tug at his lips to grow into a soft but defined smile. He looked up to see if she was wearing a smirk of her own and he, to no one's amazement, found the most deadpan expression anyone had ever seen.
"What is wrong with you?" She hissed. "I just insulted you - why are you smiling?"
"You actually do want to hang out, don't you?" What others would find embarrassing and blush at, she'd called patronising and felt the need to reply that comment as if it were a sneer of hers.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She spat back, with offence lacing the words. He'd note her response her teasing.
"I meant what I said. You do want to hang out, you just don't want to admit it," He pressed on dangerously, "it's kind of cute to be honest."
Erasa almost choked on her food much to Videl's enjoyment. Why did it have to come at the price of flirting though?
"The only reason I'm agreeing is-"
"So you can kill me?" He finished her sentence for her with newly-discovered cheek. She felt that tingly warm feeling of embarrassment sting her face again and substituted it for rage as she'd always do. Really, it was more of a habit now then anything.
"Don't get the wrong idea. You're apparently unkillable and I'm a killer. You're a challenge." Videl spoke, stabbing her sausage dead in it's centre for emphasis. Not on intentionally but clearly rehearsed, she fixed the cylinder of meat to her teeth and ripped it in half with a slight pressure which was impressive for such a chewy product.
Gohan didn't let the sight intimidate him at all, though Sharpener evidently grimaced at the barbarity.
"So are you." His retort sounded an awful lot like flirting once again - and Videl felt the quick need to end of the conversation before she actually smirked or even worse; blushed. She stood up to dispose of her fresh plate of lunch which suddenly alerted Gohan.
"You've barely even touched your food!" Paternal-like instincts threw him straight into a world of concern and worry (most likely thanks to Chi-Chi) and he felt the need to plead for her to consume more.
"I don't eat."
