Disclaimer: Still not mine
Warning: None
Author's note: I didn't really intent to finish the story, especially since my life went quite wrong the past few months. If it weren't for GotenTrunks who inspired me to begin writing again I think the story would have ended with chapter 15. Thank you ^_^
And thanks to every single one of you who read the story and especially to those who made my life a little bit easier by reviewing.
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Soul's tune 16
Don't ask me how long it has been for I don't know the answer.
I stretch my lazy limbs slowly. When I hear a soft moaning I open my eyes halfway and dark brown eyes lock with mine. I smile warmly and lift my hand to run over his face lightly.
"Good morning" I whisper against his skin. Then I kiss his forehead and stand up to make breakfast. Before I turn around the corner I hear his faint voice, dull from sleep.
"Morning, Damion."
Like every morning in the past few days - weeks, months, whatever - my first real activity consists of turning on my cd player. Yeah, I have one now. No radio or TV, just a cd player.
I hum along the music quietly and attend to my original reason for coming to the kitchen. After some minutes I hear my company's silent movement.
"Smells good," he says and I laugh.
My life has turned out to be good nowadays. I have a job. I work as a bodyguard for famous people. That way I still have reason to continue my training. Training is very important for saiyans. It's their way to reduce aggression and anger.
Have I told you yet that I changed my name? No? Well, I have.
Nobody calls me Goten anymore. It's as if my past personality has passed away.
I'm Damion now. Damion Incél, nice to meet you. I'm an orphan with no memory of my parents. With no memory of my former life.
I met Marc in a disco once. We talked and determined same interests and characteristics. He loves concerts and good conversations. He's a person with whom you can have fun.
Then one thing led to the other and we found ourselves together in bed one day.
I can still remember the shock I felt when I opened my eyes for the first time that certain day and looked into those beautiful dark orbs of his.
And the only thing that really reached my mind was that his eyes weren't icy blue.
A large hand is placed on my shoulder and I can't suppress a shudder. "Deep in thoughts?" he asks and pulls his hand back, interpreting my reaction correctly.
"Yeah," I murmur, "I wonder how my former life would run if I still had the possibility to live it..."
And I wonder how Trunks is. If he's feeling well, if he's angry at me, if he misses me.
I haven't heard anything from him since the moment we parted. I always thought about calling him, I know his cell phone number by heart. But I never got up the nerve to actually do it for fear of a rejection.
Maybe that's the reason I never bought a radio or a TV. As long as I don't hear him rejecting me my world remains stable.
"Maybe you should finally put your past behind you," he tells me concerned and I have to smile. Marc surely is one of a million. Always sympathizing with me and my problems. I would hate to ever hurt him.
"Feel like playing billiard?" I offer and he accepts willigly.
Half an hour later we're on our way to our favorite pub. The weather's nice, a little cloudy but nontheless pleasantly warm. Every now and then the sun's coming out to lighten up the world with his smiling face. I wonder why I haven't ever paid attention to my environment, to nature the way it deserved.
Maybe my life was just so full of problems that I couldn't see the wonderful things on earth anymore. Maybe I didn't want to see them.
I breathe in deeply and cherish the bitter sweet air that fills my lungs immediately. My boyfriend turns around and smiles.
"You're beaming," he states.
"I'm happy," I retort.
He puts his arm around my shoulders and this time I'm not withdrawing. "I'm glad you're happy." He really is one of a kind.
Our billiard match is quite balanced. I win the first two games while he beats me in the third and fourth. It always runs this way actually.
After paying the pool table we decide to go and eat some ice cream. I link my arm with his and kiss his nape with a fleeting touch and see him smile for me again.
He has a fascinating smile. He's a person that makes people turn around to watch him, when he's smiling. It's as if the world suddenly becomes brighter.
His eyes match with his long brown hair wonderfully and I'm glad that I'm the one he's with, although there are loads of men and women after him.
When we're arriving at the nearby park I tell him to sit down and wait for me while I'm getting the ice cream. He agrees and I walk away, intending to come back in some minutes.
And I think that's the point my life begins to crumble once again.
He's there.
I don't know why, I don't know how.
But I know it's him. I'd always know.
I get the urge to run away immediately but my legs seem to be frozen. My heart seems to be frozen.
His soft violet hair is slowly moving in the mild wind.
His shoulders tense for a second - and then he turns around to face me, his ice blue eyes wide open in shock and astonishment.
He opens his lips, forms a single word - a word I longed to forget, a word I wished to bury with my past, a word whispered so low, that I can barely understand it.
"Goten..."
He comes closer, traces the skin of my face lightly with his fingertips as if to make sure I'm real.
He still smells the same. Like a mixture of sweet honey and milk. He still smells like life.
I close my eyes instinctively and lean my head against his warmth.
"It's really you. Oh God, it's you..."
He cups my cheeks with his hand and lifts my head up to make me meet his eyes. I can't help but do him the favor, although I already know right then that this will be my doom. That I'll melt away again.
And I do.
Yes, in a way I do. In the way I'd always melt away when seeing him, when touching him, when feeling him. "How have you been?" he asks, still not letting go off me. Oh God, it feels so right but is so wrong.
"Fine... I've been fine. I finally arranged the chaos in my life. And you? What about you," I stumble over his name. It's been too long since I let myself say it out loudly. "What about you, Trunks?"
His eyes seem to dim just a little bit too much to be coincidence. That's right. Now as I look closer I can recognize the darkened gleam in them. They're not shining, like they used to.
Before I can ask, however, he smiles and answers my unspoken question.
"It's been quite stressful. The media wouldn't leave me alone for a minute."
I laugh.
"I can imagine. You've always been popular."
He looks at me strangely and tilts his head to his right.
"Haven't you watched TV? Never read the newspaper?"
I knit my brows and shake my head. I've never really read anything since we parted.
He removes his hands from my face and I miss his touch at once.
"Is there anything I should know?"
"Damion!" I turn my head to see my boyfriend running towards me. Damn! He couldn't have chosen any worse timing.
Trunks watches the dark haired man for some seconds, then faces me again.
"Damion?" He asks and I can see that he understands the situation, but doesn't yet want to comprehend.
I pray to God that Marc won't kiss me in front of Trunks but my prayers aren't answered when he leans down to give me a fleeting kiss on my lips.
I stare in shock into Trunk's eyes while I'm waiting for my boyfriend to stop.
His eyes are inexpressive, no emotion in them.
Then he smiles slightly.
"No. No there isn't anything you should know," he says quietly. "Take care, Damion."
Marc turns around in surprise and looks after the retreating man.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Who was the guy?"
My past.
"I just met him..."
My future.
"Sorry I left you waiting."
My life.
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So! Finally got the chapter done. Went faster than I originally thought.
I hope you like it, please do me the favor and review
Warning: None
Author's note: I didn't really intent to finish the story, especially since my life went quite wrong the past few months. If it weren't for GotenTrunks who inspired me to begin writing again I think the story would have ended with chapter 15. Thank you ^_^
And thanks to every single one of you who read the story and especially to those who made my life a little bit easier by reviewing.
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Soul's tune 16
Don't ask me how long it has been for I don't know the answer.
I stretch my lazy limbs slowly. When I hear a soft moaning I open my eyes halfway and dark brown eyes lock with mine. I smile warmly and lift my hand to run over his face lightly.
"Good morning" I whisper against his skin. Then I kiss his forehead and stand up to make breakfast. Before I turn around the corner I hear his faint voice, dull from sleep.
"Morning, Damion."
Like every morning in the past few days - weeks, months, whatever - my first real activity consists of turning on my cd player. Yeah, I have one now. No radio or TV, just a cd player.
I hum along the music quietly and attend to my original reason for coming to the kitchen. After some minutes I hear my company's silent movement.
"Smells good," he says and I laugh.
My life has turned out to be good nowadays. I have a job. I work as a bodyguard for famous people. That way I still have reason to continue my training. Training is very important for saiyans. It's their way to reduce aggression and anger.
Have I told you yet that I changed my name? No? Well, I have.
Nobody calls me Goten anymore. It's as if my past personality has passed away.
I'm Damion now. Damion Incél, nice to meet you. I'm an orphan with no memory of my parents. With no memory of my former life.
I met Marc in a disco once. We talked and determined same interests and characteristics. He loves concerts and good conversations. He's a person with whom you can have fun.
Then one thing led to the other and we found ourselves together in bed one day.
I can still remember the shock I felt when I opened my eyes for the first time that certain day and looked into those beautiful dark orbs of his.
And the only thing that really reached my mind was that his eyes weren't icy blue.
A large hand is placed on my shoulder and I can't suppress a shudder. "Deep in thoughts?" he asks and pulls his hand back, interpreting my reaction correctly.
"Yeah," I murmur, "I wonder how my former life would run if I still had the possibility to live it..."
And I wonder how Trunks is. If he's feeling well, if he's angry at me, if he misses me.
I haven't heard anything from him since the moment we parted. I always thought about calling him, I know his cell phone number by heart. But I never got up the nerve to actually do it for fear of a rejection.
Maybe that's the reason I never bought a radio or a TV. As long as I don't hear him rejecting me my world remains stable.
"Maybe you should finally put your past behind you," he tells me concerned and I have to smile. Marc surely is one of a million. Always sympathizing with me and my problems. I would hate to ever hurt him.
"Feel like playing billiard?" I offer and he accepts willigly.
Half an hour later we're on our way to our favorite pub. The weather's nice, a little cloudy but nontheless pleasantly warm. Every now and then the sun's coming out to lighten up the world with his smiling face. I wonder why I haven't ever paid attention to my environment, to nature the way it deserved.
Maybe my life was just so full of problems that I couldn't see the wonderful things on earth anymore. Maybe I didn't want to see them.
I breathe in deeply and cherish the bitter sweet air that fills my lungs immediately. My boyfriend turns around and smiles.
"You're beaming," he states.
"I'm happy," I retort.
He puts his arm around my shoulders and this time I'm not withdrawing. "I'm glad you're happy." He really is one of a kind.
Our billiard match is quite balanced. I win the first two games while he beats me in the third and fourth. It always runs this way actually.
After paying the pool table we decide to go and eat some ice cream. I link my arm with his and kiss his nape with a fleeting touch and see him smile for me again.
He has a fascinating smile. He's a person that makes people turn around to watch him, when he's smiling. It's as if the world suddenly becomes brighter.
His eyes match with his long brown hair wonderfully and I'm glad that I'm the one he's with, although there are loads of men and women after him.
When we're arriving at the nearby park I tell him to sit down and wait for me while I'm getting the ice cream. He agrees and I walk away, intending to come back in some minutes.
And I think that's the point my life begins to crumble once again.
He's there.
I don't know why, I don't know how.
But I know it's him. I'd always know.
I get the urge to run away immediately but my legs seem to be frozen. My heart seems to be frozen.
His soft violet hair is slowly moving in the mild wind.
His shoulders tense for a second - and then he turns around to face me, his ice blue eyes wide open in shock and astonishment.
He opens his lips, forms a single word - a word I longed to forget, a word I wished to bury with my past, a word whispered so low, that I can barely understand it.
"Goten..."
He comes closer, traces the skin of my face lightly with his fingertips as if to make sure I'm real.
He still smells the same. Like a mixture of sweet honey and milk. He still smells like life.
I close my eyes instinctively and lean my head against his warmth.
"It's really you. Oh God, it's you..."
He cups my cheeks with his hand and lifts my head up to make me meet his eyes. I can't help but do him the favor, although I already know right then that this will be my doom. That I'll melt away again.
And I do.
Yes, in a way I do. In the way I'd always melt away when seeing him, when touching him, when feeling him. "How have you been?" he asks, still not letting go off me. Oh God, it feels so right but is so wrong.
"Fine... I've been fine. I finally arranged the chaos in my life. And you? What about you," I stumble over his name. It's been too long since I let myself say it out loudly. "What about you, Trunks?"
His eyes seem to dim just a little bit too much to be coincidence. That's right. Now as I look closer I can recognize the darkened gleam in them. They're not shining, like they used to.
Before I can ask, however, he smiles and answers my unspoken question.
"It's been quite stressful. The media wouldn't leave me alone for a minute."
I laugh.
"I can imagine. You've always been popular."
He looks at me strangely and tilts his head to his right.
"Haven't you watched TV? Never read the newspaper?"
I knit my brows and shake my head. I've never really read anything since we parted.
He removes his hands from my face and I miss his touch at once.
"Is there anything I should know?"
"Damion!" I turn my head to see my boyfriend running towards me. Damn! He couldn't have chosen any worse timing.
Trunks watches the dark haired man for some seconds, then faces me again.
"Damion?" He asks and I can see that he understands the situation, but doesn't yet want to comprehend.
I pray to God that Marc won't kiss me in front of Trunks but my prayers aren't answered when he leans down to give me a fleeting kiss on my lips.
I stare in shock into Trunk's eyes while I'm waiting for my boyfriend to stop.
His eyes are inexpressive, no emotion in them.
Then he smiles slightly.
"No. No there isn't anything you should know," he says quietly. "Take care, Damion."
Marc turns around in surprise and looks after the retreating man.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. Who was the guy?"
My past.
"I just met him..."
My future.
"Sorry I left you waiting."
My life.
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So! Finally got the chapter done. Went faster than I originally thought.
I hope you like it, please do me the favor and review