::Jiana:: *locks Jupiter in a little box* There is no way he's reading this.
::Laurëalas:: Oh, why even not, sister dear? *wink wink*
::Jiana:: Because uh... *blushes* Because.
::Laurëalas:: *giggles* Anyway, Jiana wishes she owned it.
::Jiana:: Shut up and go kiss Legolas. Or Erik.
::Laurëalas:: *pouts* They're not here. *giggles*
::Jiana:: I thought we already went over that. Anyway, we own nothing but ourselves.
::Laurëalas:: And sometimes we'd rather not claim ourselves. *big cheesy grin*
::Jiana:: And I don't wish I owned DBZ. I had to give Trunks a personality!
::Laurëalas:: Riiiiight. *giggles*
::Jiana:: *glares* We'll talk about this while they read.
Chapter 9 – Trunks Briefs
A good fifteen minutes later Jiana was still fuming
about whatever had been in that fanfic. She was glaring at the screen,
watching what I was reading very carefully. Then she stood up suddenly.
"Urg, I can't take it anymore! Trunks, would you
mind leaving for a minute?"
I left quickly, shutting the door behind me. There
was no screaming or cursing, and moments later she had slammed open the
door and was storming barefoot down the stairs in a long sleeved white
gi with a black undershirt and a yellow belt. I went back into the room
to read the fanfic.
A while later I glanced out the window and caught
sight of her training with the use of a slim black punching bag hanging
from a tree in the back yard, obviously working off her anger. Her movements
showed that she was still a beginner, though she had been training for
a while. I watched her for a few minutes, assessing her strength as she
moved gracefully in the yard, but soon she was cooling down. I turned back
to the computer as she finished her katas and came back inside, sweat shining
on her skin and plastering some of her hair to her face. She saw that I
was looking at her and smiled, then took some fresh clothes out of her
drawer and grabbed her still slightly damp towel off her bedpost before
slipping off again. I heard the shower start up again and this time I also
heard something else. Very faintly a rich voice could be heard mingling
with the sound of the shower.
A good half-hour later Jiana came in as I was reading
a story entitled "I'm Not a Mary-Sue." I kept reading, but I couldn't help
noticing when she sat backward in the chair beside me that she looked very
comfortable in a pair of sleek black pants that flaunted her gracefully
curved legs very nicely without being overly tight and a rather fluffy
looking black turtle neck sweater. It also occurred to me that black was
a very good color for her- it gave her a very dramatic appearance, what
with her pale, freckled skin and dark hair and eyes.
As I studied her out of the corner of my eye Jiana's
attention was on the computer screen. She read a few lines of the text,
and her dark eyes widened and flew almost desperately to the title, then
to the author as she blushed fiercely. Then she turned to me, looking half-angry
and half-anxious. When she spoke her voice had a slightly pleading tone
to it. "Did you have to pick that one?" It suddenly occurred to
me that she was very innocent, very nearly as naïve as Goku, if not
in the blatantly cheerful way that he was, and you could tell when you
started talking to her that she was intelligent, but guarded herself carefully.
Except when she was writing.
"It's a very good story," I told her carefully.
She dropped her eyes, her blush deepening slightly.
Very quietly she muttered, "At least he's not reading one of my blatant
romances. Not that I would post them, especially since I'm usually the
heroine." She either didn't know about Saiyan hearing or had forgotten.
I decided to pretend I hadn't heard her.
"Trisha has an… interesting… predicament."
"It's going to play through everything I write about
her and her family, in all likelihood." She looked more comfortable and
wasn't blushing so much, her cheeks simply a warm, rosy pink.
"So… you're training in the martial arts."
"Yes." She was blushing again. "I'm not very good,
though. I only got my yellow belt recently."
Trunks smirked. He had seen several sides of Jiana
Heero in the last five-and-a-half-hours, but he thought that she'd been
at her simplest since reading "Andalite Saiyan." It wasn't like she was
really acting before, but her anger had dropped her defenses somewhat,
though she was still guarded, and now she was showing a more personal aspect
of herself. "I could tell. You've been at it how long, now?"
"About a year and a half, I think. Maybe two years."
"That long?"
Jiana lifted her chin in defiance, glaring arrogantly,
though it didn't strike me as a particularly dangerous glare or she as
particularly arrogant. Then again, that's when my basis of comparison for
these things is my father. "I'm not a Saiyan, you know," she snapped. "I'm
progressing very nicely for a human, Trunks Briefs, and don't you
dare insult me again." She really looked very pretty when she was
angry, as long as she wasn't brooding. "You Saiyans can be so dense
sometimes!"
Her dark topaz eyes were narrowed in anger, her
lips pursed. Suddenly, without knowing quite why, I grabbed her, the anger
in her eyes giving way to suspicion and fear. "Actually," I said in a slight
growl, "I'm only half Saiyan." Then I kissed her.
Jiana stiffened, then flailed slightly, apparently
hitting the desk repeatedly. Then, out of no where, WHAP! I released
her in the shock of having something connect hard with my head. I didn't
know what she'd hit me with, but it was hard!
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I glared at her, rubbing my
head where she'd hit me, opening my mouth to speak as I saw her cradling
a book. "I know better than to abuse books like that, but I needed
you to rescue me. Thank you." Then she kissed the spine of the book softly
and returned it to its spot on her desk.
I couldn't believe it. She hits me with a book for
no good reason, then apologizes to it and thanks it for rescuing her, ending
by kissing it! "Okay… so the book gets a kiss but I don't?"
Jiana glared at me again, "One, the book doesn't
grab me and kiss me without my permission… or ever… and two, I know the
book very well, thank you! We've been friends for years!"
"Okaaaay…"
"Why did you kiss me anyway?" she asked, sounding
bewildered.
"Uh…"
Jiana threw up her hands in disgust, declaring,
"Men!" before storming off down the stairs.
Author's Note:
::Jiana:: See?
::Laurëalas:: See what? *innocently* See you and Trunks kissing?
::Jiana:: Hey! All the kissing there was from him!
::Laurëalas:: Not true. You kissed a book.
::Jiana:: And that counts how?
::Laurëalas:: 'Cause he didn't do all the kissing.
::Jiana:: Quit acting like a two year old. He kissed me
and I hit him with a book.
::Laurëalas:: *giggles* You like him.
::Jiana:: He likes me.
::Laurëalas:: *giggles and smiles knowingly*
::Jiana:: Hey! The plot did it on its own! Right, Plot?
::The Plot:: Right.
::Laurëalas:: Riiiight.
::Jiana:: The Plot said so! Anyhoozles, Laur made me post this 'cause
the story's WAY down the list. I actually want reviews
this time! *lets Jupe out of little sound-proof box*