The Door

By: Buggi

Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi

Author's Note: ….AHHHHHHH! Gosh darnit! I'm sorry peeps. I've been uber busy now that I'm out of school forever!! Woo…great feeling, great feeling. Anyways. Don't think that the story's going to end anytime soon cause I'm about to put a little knot in the story. I hope you guys enjoy and I'm sorry for the wait. On w/ the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions. Thank you.

He was amazed by her beauty. He was amazed by her voice. He was amazed by her whole being. She radiated something he had never seen before. He had to admit that he wanted her, but as he stood on the cliff and stared down at the little mermaid in the water, the distance was so far. He could see her mysterious tail behind her and her pale skin glistened against the moon.

She was inviting him with her innocence and he could tell by the way she stared up at him that she was waiting. If only he would let go and jump. He knew, if he just did, he'd have nothing to fear. So he pulled off his shirt and stepped up to the edge..

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She grabbed her jacket as she hurried down the steps. She was late thanks to Bura; the girl had fought through her whole closet to find something to Pan's liking. But the long black skirt she wore and the black and white stripped shirt matched perfectly with her favorite famous purse. She nodded to the door man as he held the door for her and stepped out into the clammy weather that was New York. She hummed as she walked down the streets of Manhattan looking for that familiar lavender hair she knew all too well.

As she made her way into Central Park, she smiled as she watched the different couples ride off in the horse drawn carriages. He had called back a little after his first call and asked her to please meet him in the Park. Now, as she wandered around, she wished she knew where exactly to meet him. Thinking about all the stories Bura told her, of how much crime there was in this city, made her suddenly uneasy.

Passing under a street light, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and almost jumped out of her skin. Turning, she met his penetrating gaze and found herself drowning in his crystal blue eyes. He smiled at her, offering his arm and they walked off into the night.

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"You know back at home I actually organized a mural." She said while she stirred her mashed potatoes. "I worked with a bunch of inner city kids. I think it was one of the only times I ever had a nice time in Japan without Bura."

"Bura told me about that." He nodded, leaning on his arm with a small grin, "Heard you were really well known over there.."

"More than I wanted…" She muttered, poking at the food on her plate with a fork, "It was rather annoying actually. All these people walking up to me on the street."

"Must've been horrible." He said, chuckling softly.

He never knew he had so much in common with her, or that he would ever be interested in anything she had to say. Ever since he had saw her that first day after she had gotten off the plane, he was smitten. When he was still in high school he used to tease her and say inappropriate things to her, but it was only for fun. Now it was different. 'Well maybe I had a little crush on her then, but still.' He thought as he studied her. He was too into his thoughts to notice the confused look she had been giving him for a minute now.

"Uhm, Trunks." She coughed, pointing behind him, "There's someone…"

Turning around, he was greeted by the icy glare of his ex-girlfriend, Marron Chestnut. Pan couldn't help but feel intimidated by this woman, with her fiery red party dress, red pumps and expensive jewelry. She had seen her in a magazine once, modeling for some high end fashion mogul. The girl was as stunning in person as she was in the photos; the way her long blonde hair was styled and fell over her shoulders. Pan was jealous, and she didn't like it.

"So she's the reason you haven't called me today, Trunks Vegeta Briefs?" The tall, slender girl asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder, crossing her arms afterwards.

Before she could utter another word, Pan rose to her feet, eyes wide and face twisted with disgust. She couldn't believe this woman was going to try and publicly humiliate her all of them like this. Not only would she not subject herself to this kind of publicity, she wasn't going to just sit there. Grabbing her purse, she started for the exit, but Trunks caught her quickly by the wrist. She turned to look at him and the calm look on his face caused Pan's heart to beat faster.

"No Pan, don't go." He tried, stepping close to her, "It's not what you think!"

He hadn't even so much as touched her cheek like he wanted, before she jerked her hand away from him, eyes wild with embarrassment and fear. Didn't he understand? This was one of the reasons she hated people the most. She would never let herself be put down by this girl. Tears stung at her eye lids, but she held them back. Trunks would not play with her emotions, not after all the beautiful things that had happened between them last night. "How dare you, Trunks." She spat angrily.

"But Pan, it's really not what it seems." He tried reaching for her hand again, noticing now just how many people were watching the whole ordeal.

Smacking his hand away, she looked at him wildly, anger welling up in the pit of her chest. The air grew thin and she could've sworn that the walls were closing in on her. Everyone was staring in their direction and she knew if she didn't get out of there quick, she'd be no good. At first he just stared in wonder at her, as she placed her hand on her head and tried to form a coherent sentence Then he noticed just how she had started sweating. She was having a panic attack and he was the cause. "Pan I…" He tried once more, but this time she broke for the exit.

Reaching the door, she burst out into the night air and gasped. Her whole body trembled and as she stood there and tried to regain her composure, the tears came rushing down her cheeks. One of the concierges had seen the whole ordeal and waved down a cab for her. Meanwhile, Trunks stood there, mouth gapping as he watched Pan get into the cab and drive off. His whole night had been ruined. He turned to Marron and grabbed her wrist, shaking her, "What the hell is your problem?!"

In return, the girl grinned sadistically, "Oh but baby. Don't you remember? I said if I couldn't have you, no one else would. Especially not that scrawny little gothic girl. That's an all time low, even for you Prince."

Trunks couldn't believe her. Gripping her wrist tighter, he got in her face, "I told you Marron, it's over."

People were muttering by the time the manager came out and asked Trunks to remove himself from the restaurant. He wanted to curse Marron to hell, but knew he had to find Pan. "I swear if you come near her again, I'll.."

"You'll what?" She asked, tilting her head, making an innocent expression, "Is that a threat my dear Prince?"

He pushed her away before he could say anything else. That girl would be the death of him, he swore it. How could he have been so stupid as to bring Pan to a place he knew Marron dwelled. He had only wanted to impress her. Yet and still, he knew he didn't have to do so. Pan was nothing like Marron. He didn't have to buy her expensive things, or take her to elegant, high priced places to get her attention. An art museum would've been perfect, just like his sister had suggested when he asked earlier.

He strode angrily down the avenue, raking a hand through his hair. He was lucky if Pan even so much as looked in his direction again. That girl was so delicate. He should've thought things through first. Pulling up his sleeve, he fingered the now healing wound on his forearm. Had he jumped into things too soon? He couldn't help it. She smelled like vanilla and honey, felt like cream; she was so warm and cozy regardless of how pale and skinny she was. Wanting her was not the word. More like needed, he needed her and he knew she needed him.

He had to find her.

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Pan stumbled off the elevator, towards her door, intoxicated and tired. Before she had even decided to return home, she stopped by a nearby bar, and drowned herself in so much liquor; the bar tender had to pry the glass out of her hand and send her on her way. Trunks was an idiot for letting all this happen. How could he even think about trying to play her when they had shared such intimacy. As she reached the door, she grabbed the handle and could feel her stomach lurching. There was only one problem; she had forgotten her key.

She began banging on the door and before she knew it, Bura was at the door trying to catch her breath. She stared in shock at the drunken girl, covering her mouth with a look of confusion. She reeked of alcohol and looked as if she was going to throw up. And she would've too, had Bura not dragged her into the bathroom and held her hair back. Tears came to her eyes as she watched her friend empty her stomach into the toilet bowel.

Something horrible must've happened. She knew it. Trunks wouldn't have let her get so drunk again tonight while he was there. Maybe he was the reason. It was after all, only 10 o clack. Most people had only begun to leave their houses for the night. She could only imagine what had gone on between the two, and as she stumbled down the hallway trying to keep her on her feet, her eyes began to water again. Had she made the wrong decision asking Trunks for help? It seemed to have only made things worse for Pan. Sighing, she helped Pan out of her dress and into her pajamas. Her eyes roamed her best friend's face as she mumbled incoherent thoughts about Trunks, as if she were trying to tell her exactly what happened.

But Bura couldn't make out even one word of it and instead tucked the drunken girl under the covers. She left the room and came back minutes later with a glass of water and an aspirin. In minutes, the water was gone and Bura was in the kitchen mulling over every reason not to call her brother and throw a fit. Yet, none of the reasons appealed to her and before she knew it, she found herself screaming into his ear through her cell phone.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER!?" She squawked only seconds after he picked up the phone.

He sat dumbfounded in the cab, mouth gapping as he tried to figure out something to say, "I didn't do anything, Bura!!"

Bura rested her hand on the counter, trying to steady her shaking hand, "Then why the hell is she so pissy ass drunk, passed out in her bed, mumbling about YOU?"

"Look Bura I…" He started to explain, but shook his head and placed his hand on his forehead, "It wasn't me okay?"

"Fine. If it wasn't you, then who the hell was it?" She wanted to slap him in the face.

"I…I took her to this restaurant that's Marron's favorite. I was trying to impress her." He let out a ragged sigh, "I guess Marron's still hung up about me dumping her a few months ago; she made Pan think we were still together."

The younger sister closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, "You let Marron come near my Pan? That prostitute, psycho, whore that I told you to stay away from when you first met her? Not to mention you took her to some fancy ass restaurant that, if you had thought about it first, wouldn't impress her? You're an idiot Trunks, an IDIOT!!"

"Thank you Bura, thank you. You're telling me like I don't know this already."

She shook her head, "Trunks, you know now it's not going to be easy getting back on Pan's good side right?"

He nodded, "Yes I know. But…can't you like, talk to her for me Bura? Please. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Do you admit you should've listened to me about the date and that WHORE, Marron?"

"Bura…" Trunks sounded irritated now.

"I'm not doing anything for you until you admit that you're a retard, reject baby who doesn't know how to pick his women…"

"You're serious?" There was a long pause and as the cab stopped in front of his house, he sighed and paid the cabbie, "I'm a retard reject baby who doesn't know how to pick his women. Happy?"

"Very." Her shoulders slumped and she crossed her arms, "And as for me, I'm going to bed. You might want to avoid Pan's eye contact for a couple of days so I can talk some sense into her…"

At this point, Trunks wanted to scream bloody murder. It had been so easy at first, but now that he knew Marron would do anything to sabotage their relationship, he knew he had a thin chance, "Fine. But make sure she understands."

"I can only say I'll try." Was her last response before she bid him goodnight and hung up the phone.

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Later that night, Trunks could barely sleep. His thoughts were filled endlessly with Pan and every time he tried to close his eyes, he could see her face. How had he become so addicted to her in one night? It wasn't like he hadn't had sex before or anything. He let out an exhausted groan and turned on his side. Hopefully Pan would find a way to forgive him. When Bura explained to her the whole situation, she would surely forgive him and jump into his awaiting arms. It wasn't like it was a big deal anyway. Marron meant nothing to him. If he tried, he couldn't be more over her than he already was.

He had come to the conclusion that that girl was completely crazy. She left messages on his work phone, house phone, and cell phone. She sent him suggestive little notes and long drawn out emails that confessed her undying love. She even sunk so low as to talk about it in a magazine. Her mother and sister had detested her from the beginning. Bura had an internship at the agency Marron modeled for and there she was introduced to the cocky, over bearing, bitch that was the real Marron.

The first night he had met her, she couldn't keep her well manicured fingers off of him. He had asked her to his house only an hour after they had started talking. They didn't even make it to his bed before he was taking her from behind against his wall in the living room. He had thought it was love; had almost asked her to marry him until he saw her in the arms of some, in his opinion, ugly ass male model. Needless to say, he had almost ended up in jail for beating the pulp out of his pretty designer face and had a lot of medical bills and people to pay off.

The whole thing ended in tragedy. After that he had spent endless nights in his office, working like a maniac. He had been so depressed, he hadn't even thought about touching another woman again. After all the time and moments wasted on that girl, he vowed that he would never even look at another one. And then here she came…with her black dresses and torn jeans, pale skin and shy manners. She was exactly the opposite of Marron; loved to shop in vintage and consignment shops. Was so into art and literature that she could probably write a series of books on what she knew; and not to mention she was gorgeous .

There was no use. He couldn't sleep. No, his mind wouldn't let him sleep. Without Pan laying next to him, in his arms, he was a complete insomniac. Throwing the quilt off his body, he slid from the bed and grumbled. If he wasn't going to get any sleep, he supposed he would just make some tea and hit his gym for the night. Lifting weights would surely get his mind off the girl…

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Author's Note: Uh oh…looks like Trunksy-poo's got it bad. And who the hell does Marron think she is? How rude of her to do that to sweet little Pan. DRAAAAAAMA!! And lots of it! Anyway. Sorry it took so long. Hope you guys like the chapter, Keep an eye out for Behind Closed Doors and Silver Tears. Remember to read and review! Ja'Ne!

Buggi