Chapter 4: The End of the Scar
We came to a stop, an hour or two after our initial escape from Razor's cage of a dungeon. He sat me down, my legs dying to give out, but deep inside I knew, my time with Goku was now limited, something I never thought I would dread. "That was entertaining" Goku muttered to himself.
I stopped my shivering and stared, deeply into his distracted, golden eyes, memorizing everything about him. His smell, his eyes, his being seemed to have a whole different persona to it now, unfortunately I didn't think I would be around to see exatally how much that would have changed. I walked slowly to stand in front of him, his eyes shifting to me, a non verbal 'what?' echoing out of his golden eyes. I simply stared, seeming to catch every shine of light that hit his face before I sighed. "Should I thank you?" I asked, pushing my old ways back. If I act differently he'll know something's up I whispered in my head giving him a distinct look.
His eyes squeezed themselves open before he growled, "That'd be one way to thank me, after all I was right. Wimpy girls like you should just stay at home." He argued, turning his back to me.
My anger rose and I grabbed his shoulder "Oh and I suppose that's better than being a flying monkey huh?" I asked pushing his shoulder.
He shot himself around and glared "and after all the damn trouble I went through for a pathetic human like you" he yelled.
"At least I have a heart jerk!" I shot as both of our faces heated.
"Oh yeah, I can't seem to do anything right can I?" He huffed, his eyes growing.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked coolly, staring at him with one eye raised. "See if I care what you do anymore" I yelled.
Goku growled loudly "You don't care huh? So I can finally have my way with you?" He growled.
I knew his deep meaning and knew that his 'way' was to tear me apart. "See if I care" I spat at him.
His hand shot up and wrenched my shoulder up toward the sky "Finally" He grinned an evil, happy smile. He pulled his hand holding me to the left, tossing me with it as he held tight. He then shot his hand back towards his chest and as I collided, he grabbed my tattered hair and wrenched my face, mere inches away from his, and shot his fangs towards my face.
To my bewildered surprised, no pain encroach upon my being, but instead his soft lips, rested themselves upon mine, and together, we shared a long moment of surprise as he himself didn't realize what he had done.
Realizing what he had done, he threw me away from him, as I landed softly on a trunk I saw him turn, and in my mind I quietly laughed as I imagined his face, reddened and burning, much like mine was.
It was half an hour before his hair blew in a sudden, soft wind, causing him to shift his weight to one side and study the air.
We both put our embarrassment aside as I remembered what Razor was planning to do. "The Minoan's" I whispered to myself.
As I turned to face Goku, I was utterly surprised as his face was right next to my head, his hand gripping the tattered ends of my hair lightly. "I'm... Sorry" He whispered, clutching my shortened hair.
I stared at his leaned over form, and sighed. "Son Goku" I said grabbing his hand. "I'm fine, you helped me remember... but the Minoan's..." I led off and instantly he yelled.
"Why should I help anyone else? I don't feel like saving more humans" He yelled loudly. "Why are you so concerned with those lowlifes anyway? They aren't worth my time, much less yours. Were not going and that's that" He growled, gripping my wrist.
I wrenched my wrist from his clawed hand. "yes I did have someone to help me. Remember? You!" I huffed. "They have no one. I would never have thought like this before I met you. You inadvertently taught me to treasure all forms of life, in the little time... we have." I finished, the last part of my sentence relating more to myself than the Minoan's.
His golden eyes pierced my soul as we stared for mere minutes. "So... how come every time I hear you want something, I can't stop from doing it?" He sighed turning around. "We head for a town for the night, period." He said, ending any chance I had for a continued conversation.
I continued walking forward, fully aware of the monkey, dancing his way through the tree tops ahead of me. Figures he'd have a bratty side I thought to myself. We continued in one direction, the sounds of the forest continuing in our direction, as if they were a city of bugs just following at our heels. Still I thought after a while. I guess that he's making a attempt. I had to fight to keep my mind from wandering back to my scar and it's... less than roomy area left. What will we do anyway? Even if we make it to the Minoan city first, they won't listen to us, and knowing Goku, he'll tell them exatally how we know where Razor's coming from. My head began to strain with all the possibilities approaching my mind, when they were interrupted by a mass that stood in front of me.
"Dummy" Goku spat before he turned to reveal a peaceful looking village. Far off in the distance, I could make out a farm, lush and green preparing for the upcoming cold wind was the farmhouse that kept the field, it's roof new and clean looking. The village wasn't large enough to brag about, but it held a certain calm to it. "Listen, if I go in, it'll just stir up trouble so take this" He said, slapping some money into my hand. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the village while you sleep. There has to be some sort of inn, go make use of it" He said, his voice cold and shallow as he stalked off into the trees.
His fading form reminded me to much of his shrinking form back when he had been speared. Speaking of which, how did he heal so fast, there is no possible way, even for a youkai? I thought, but the thought of him catching me standing and daydreaming was a tad bit more frightening, so I pushed myself off towards the quaint village.
By the time I had arrived at the dirt road into the village after exiting the forest, the sun was casting a dim glow onto the horizon. I stopped, the barrier of the edge of the forest and the homey town now fighting for ownership of me. I wanted to glance back at the forest and just forget the village and spend every minute with him I could, but I knew he would probably not be the happiest one with that. I walked forward, the little kids running past me, rushing to eat dinner and go play outside in their happy world, unaware of the danger they were truly in.
It only took a few minutes to reach the 'inn'. It's walls were degraded and decorated in overgrown ivy. The door, barley off it's hinges stood wide open and inside there was a light brown desk and a bored girl behind it. Working an inn huh? I questioned her, imagining how boring that must be. "Hi" I said, walking up with a small smile.
She barley raised her head as she grumbled a 'hi' back. Yup I thought boring as hell. "Can I get a single please?" I asked politely dividing up the money for the night.
She tossed the key on the desk and pointed down the wood hallway. "Room 13, last door on your left" She pointed, going back to a magazine on her desk.
"Thanks" I said, walking away, yelling at her in my mind.
I kicked open the door to the room quietly, slowly taking the meager surroundings. I looked at the oak bed, covered lightly by a small white blanket and a flat pillow. The dresser was a standard three drawer stand with no closet and the bathroom the size of the bed, the room was obviously unkempt.
The window was dusty but at least spacious. I walked slowly over to it, staring through it towards the forest, and all I could see was the dusty green color and in my mind, I could see Goku, jumping from tree to tree just covering the edge of the forest. My eyes opened slowly, the dim light cascading off of the window pane. I placed my hand lightly on the glass, my eyes glassing over as deep inside, I knew, this would never be the same again, not for Goku, and not for me.
The warmth of the sunrise left me feeling dejected. Goku's face peared into my slow mind, his growl sounding in my head, but all I could focus on was his eyes. The golden in his eyes dwarfed the glow of the sunset and all of a sudden all I wanted was to see him, to share another long, calming kiss. However, under my circumstances if I had changed that much that quickly there would be no doubt he would notice something was up.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked turning from the window and sliding to the floor. "I used to be so good at pretending, now it's like I'm drowning in water just to try" I shuddered. Slowly a strange feeling flowed through me, my eyes began to hurt, burn even, the skin rounding my face crumpling as a could sensation dripped it's way down my face. I pulled my hand up to wipe away a small tear. "What?" I asked, almost confused at the very normal act, normal at least, to other people.
I flicked the water away and stared at the floor, my eyes growing heavy as the floor captivated my sight, and slowly, without any notice, my eyes closed themselves, pictures of Goku and myself walking through a beautiful meadow entered my head, my own dream, his wedding ring resting on my finger, came to finish putting the last bit of my awareness to sleep.
Morning came quickly, all to quickly as I grogilly awoke to the sound of singing birds, the morning sun peaking through my window. I sat up slowly, noticing I feel asleep leaning on the bed on the floor so much for the bed I thought. I groaned as I pushed my heavy body up, grunting as my back popped quietly.
I slowly walked over to the window and glared at the sun, knowing I had that much less time with him. I turned on my heel and stared at the door, wanting nothing more than to see his golden eyes peer around it's cracked opening. I sighed as I gathered what little items I had and walked out of the small, homey feeling that almost made me gag.
I quietly closed the door, trying to be kind to whatever people remained in the inn. I walked to the desk, my eyes slightly smiling at the small girl, who slept happily on the desk, a small river of drool stretched around her face.
I placed Goku's money softly on the desk and quietly walked from the inn.
As I paced outside, the town strangely quiet, I shifted my weight and began to walk slowly towards the forest, his forest. As I exited the quiet town, suspicion welling up inside of me, I stepped into the green forests' barrier, and stared.
The soft breeze blew lightly, ruffling my short hair. I stared into the woods, and barely, just a small gold, gleam caught my eye and with a smile, I shrugged into the overwhelming jungle.
Softly, another breeze blew across the wooded area. "Hello?" I questioned.
I stared harshly into the density, and quickly a giant, clawed, warm hand flowed its way to push my head forward.
I stumbled a few steps ahead of me before looking back to see his sunset-colored eyes grin back at me. "Hurry up" He mumbled as he shot one, clawed hand towards mine.
"Goku, I... I have to tell you something" I said, being dragged behind him as he walked surprisingly quick. "It's about... it's about us..." I mumbled only to stop as he turned on his heels.
"Your a brat, your annoying, you make me wanna kill you, you are easily kidnapped, and you do nothing but whine all the time" He said, stating every bad aspect about me, causing my anger to fume like a volcano. "But, your kind, and have a respect for someone like me... something like me" He finished staring strangely at me. "I tell you what... after Razor's dead and gone... were going to find a village, somewhere east of here, quiet and peaceful, a life you deserve. As soon as Razor's dead, it'll be... just the two... of us." He finished slowly, grabbing both my hands, staring into my stunned blue eyes.
"Goku... I" I stumbled verbally. I tried, I tried to tell him the chances of both of us surviving were infinitely beyond reason, that I would die, and he would live, killing or living peacefully, but the words got stuck in my throat. As my thoughts descended in happiness, my hope rose. How could I destroy his hope, him: the only person, youkai or not, I could ever trust. How could I destroy my own, private angel? I shook my head and smiled lightly. "Fine, but no more killing... unless it's to protect the one you treasure, deal?" I asked, giving him a fierce but joking look.
He cocked his head and stared at me and then slowly, he shook his head, his clothes ruffling with him. "Whatever, come here" He said, practically picking my up and dashing us through the dense forest.
The wind whipped at my face, but no pain could ever over take the feeling of such calmness when I stared at his excited face. It felt like moments, moments of happiness, had passed when he stopped and stood me on my own two feet, only to have to hold me close when I realized that I stood on a creaky branch, miles above the ground, in an old, but sturdy tree. I gazed out around us, the mountains to our north, some shinning blue lake hidden in view somewhere in the forest around us towards the west, the quaint village to the east, and to the south, the final battle as the Minoan city was more than visible, it's shredded gates showing wear and tear.
Goku wrapped both his arms around me quietly, both of us adjusting to the affection. "Why can't we just forget about them? Run away"
I huffed a sigh, "Do we really have to do this fight again?" I asked, frustration peering as he rested his head on my shoulder and I leaned into him sighing heavily.
Goku sighed his own "No, cause you'll win anyway" He slightly grinned as he perked himself up.
"Goku" I turned, staring into his eyes. "This is it you know?" I said, fear rising in my mind. "This is where..." I paused choosing my words carefully. "Razor breathes his last" I decided.
He stared at me, a strange, but determined look on his face.
We both decided that no more words were needed and carefully, but swiftly he flew down the tree, holding me in that cradling position yet again, and for the moment, I imagined a bright future for him, filled with a loving family, kids even. Every thing that would make him happy, with or without myself.
Rather too quickly he stopped in front of the downed draw bridge in front of the Minoan city. He put me down so that we both stared ahead, and without any such warning, his hand flew to mind, and his soft, gentle hand held mine, fastened and unrelenting.
We walked into the city, people bustling about, not minding a boy and girl, seemingly traveling, bypassing us rather quickly.
"Excuse me" I called to a guard atop a large horse.
"Why yes young lady. What can I assist you with?" He asked, his smiling face hiding his own hideous thoughts of ditching his shift. His silver plated armor was rusted, clanking and clunking loudly.
"Hi, umm we need to see the king please? How do we receive an audience?" I asked, feigning politeness skills.
He smiled again. "Right through those gates is his castle. Then as soon as you pass inspection it's one door down the long hallway, to your right" He waved as he kicked his horse to join his patrol group.
Goku waited no amount of time before kick starting us both towards the large, castle door, their granite chipped and old, needing a large repair job.
My only guess was that he was in such a hurry to get this over with so we could 'move on with our lives'. But I knew that would not happen. Subtly, ever so quietly in the back of my mind, I felt Razor's presence coming closer yet and my own feet easily kept up with Goku's.
We came across the inspection counter and a guard eyed Goku lengthily, knowing only to much his youkai-ness. He bowed as we were inspected for any harmful weapons, something Goku did not take well to as they pat us down, but a quick squeeze from my hand seemed to calm him down.
As we were then led down the large hallway, the walls daunting and nerve wracking, I began to realize we had no way to present our idea.
I ran out of time to think as we were forced to bend to one knee as a large man, in a red cape sitting down in his grandeur thrown was thrown before us.
"Ah, we have guests it appears" He smiled kindly, "Please, let us offer our food and water" He said, waving his jeweled hand to a servant who quickly bowed and walked down food to us.
I smiled but shook my head, my short hair flaring in the air, slightly catching Goku's eyes before they shifted to rest protectively on the men around us that wielded weapons, his arm twitching with slight pleasure. "Please" I smiled, "Excuse our rudeness but there is a matter to which needs your urgent attention" I motioned to the north. "From the north, a man with great power is approaching. He has it from... a reliable resource that all your manpower is shifted in the opposite direction, not the opposing, therefore he is mustering his forces to over take your beautiful land. Please" I practically begged, "Move your men, or you face annihilation." I pleaded.
He cocked his head sideways slightly. "Oh?" He questioned. "And might I incur as to how you know this?" He asked raising an eyebrow, moving his hand slightly, the guards inching ever so closer to us.
Goku growled and I placed a reassuring hand on his. "It's OK" I whispered to him. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes to steady myself and opened them to stare directly at the king. "I told him" I said simply.
All at once, guards surrounded us. "And how, pray tell, did you come by that information?" He sounded, staring harshly at Goku, who now stood in front of me, his left arm wrapped protectively around my waist, pulling me behind him so now I could only see the king's crown, while his other arm was drawn, his claws like daggers in the air as his teeth let a low growl escape his throat, his eyes darting round the room.
Before I could answer Goku swiped at one of the swords pointed towards us "She can see the future idiot" He yelled loudly.
Mentally I slapped him, and it was almost as if he felt it at the slight twitch I caught off him as soon as he finished. "Is that so?" The king questioned. "Pray tell?" He began "Why don't you come work for me young miss? I can provide you with great home, and even better company, unless of course you prefer your... animal" He motioned, walking closer. "I can defeat his army, and rule the world, and with you at my side, and your animal by yours, fighting in my armies, we can rid the evil of this world" He questioned, his greedy eyes betraying his real intentions.
I shook my head, refusing any sound as I gripped the back of Goku's shirt, my fear becoming a realization.
I wanted to ask him to run, to just pick me up, jump from the building and run, never to be seen or heard from again, but as soon as I wished it, we were wrenched apart. A group of men grabbed my waist and hauled me backwards, catching me off guard. My hand slipped from his cape and almost brought him with, but three extremely fast men ducked down underneath as I struggled, and fired dozens of arrows, all from the one bow they carried, pinning Goku against a wall, high above the ground.
I watched on in horror, as he struggled against the entrapment, only to have his energy drained.
Within seconds, they were on me. Faster than any sort of flying weapon travel, dozens of guards pinned me to the ground. My head connected with the floor a terrifying slap sounding in the room, and the only thing that was in my mind, was Goku.
My eyes met his, his struggling limbs flailing towards me, but with no avail. His eyes were aflame, as normal sunset colored irises were now turned of brilliant red. Without my even will, I began to sprout tears of frustration, wanting to move towards him, wanting to get rid of these people that kept me from... Son Goku.
The Minoan king stood, his cape flaring up behind. He wore a smirk so large that it pierced my very soul. To say the least I was scared, I was terrified. I had a sinking feeling that this is the last stand, the last time I'll see Goku outside of battle. The Minoan king approached me slowly, evilly. I had a strange sense, a reminder of razor, the evil he always gave off, was now coming from this man. Instead, I felt a sense of urgency, something that was not to be expected of a man who wanted to rule the land, like something was pressuring him.
I knew what came next. I knew the deeds they would ask me to do, force me to do. But he simply approached me nothing more, nothing less. He stared, his eyes empty. He leaned down his head and stared at me knowing all too well what was hiding at the bottom of my heart, the rage, the anger, the murderous intent.
But what occurred next was not that what I thought of to be. His entire body shifted as if the weight of what he had just wanted us to do was too much. His evil smile shifted into that of sadness and loss. It was more than apparent that we were not the only ones who lost something to that evil man Razor, this poor desperate man had lost his people, the ones he loved. My anger shifted into pity. But then I remembered this man shot the man I loved, he tried to hurt the one I care for, and I refuse to forgive him for that. " Please,"he stated almost desperately "I need your help". His eyes were sad almost begging, how can I say no, how could I refuse the help which I fought Goku for.
Yes I was angry, yes I was mad, but with what little room I had I shook my head and I glared into his eyes "how do you expect us to help you when you attack us as if we're the enemy?" I asked the hatred more than showing to my voice.
He looked as if to ponder this question, to find the answer, the questions of life itself. But I refuse to give him that satisfaction "we came here to help Goku and I, but if you attack us I promise you, while I'm still willing to help you he may not be. We know were razor is coming from, we know how he's going to attack, losing us as fighters you lose the kingdom you so lovingly care about!" The words burst from my mouth without even a thought as to the repercussions. But I took that chance, and to my happy surprise it paid off.
The king seem to realize his mistake and immediately waved as the soldiers released me. "You must forgive me" he said "we've caught word of razor soldiers sneaking into my castle. We thought you were one of them. But I can see now, you are not nor will you ever be evil".
Suddenly I was confused "how can you tell? How can you tell if our intentions are good, who we are inside, what our real intentions are? How can you tell we're not evil?"
He smiled, the way a father would to his daughter who just broken the cookie jar. "You see" he said "you are not the only one who was born with powers. You see when I was but a lad, I discovered a gift of my own. I can see into people's souls."
The realization struck me with the force unknown to any others, I was not alone in this world, I was not the only one with these powers that I've never met anybody else who had. That made me wonder though, did he have an expiration date just like me? Was he going to die because of his powers, just like me? Was I the only one in this life that was going to have to suffer this way, was somebody else going to be there with me?
I blinked my eyes couple times, confused and befuddled. "But I thought I was alone, I thought there was nobody else in this world who have the same abilities I did, I thought I was different" my face dropped with this finally voicing what my heart had been afraid of this entire time.
His smile gently increased. "I had a daughter, much like you once" He stated, beginning to reminisce. "She, also, had powers much like yours. But when she was but two years old, Razor snuck her away from me. Since then, I have turned from my past. But seeing you" He smiled, "Reminded me, that this country's future depends on my choices" He waved a hand towards a small, black haired chamberlain. "Dress this young miss in clothes suitable to her status. She is now a royal guest" He grinned as he waved towards another man, dressed in black and white. "And you" He ordered, "Dress this young warrior in clothes suited to the situation" He smiled as both servants bowed and grabbed our hands.
"Thank you Sir" I began to bow, but his hand caught mine, and he simply shook his head and smiled.
I grinned, knowing his thoughts as Goku and I were lead into a large, decorated hallway with doorways jumping off into separate rooms.
Seconds into our departure from each others sides, Goku flipped the man leading him and darted to me. He grabbed my waist, which warmed at his touch. "Damn it" He said, wrapping himself around me, peering whole-heartedly into my eyes. "I don't care what others think" He said seriously. "I will always protect you... Luna" He said, his golden eyes burning a hole into my vocal cords. "I love you" He said, forcing me to lean to him as we shared a burning kiss.
This one moment lasted for eternity, and I almost slapped the chamberlain when she gently tugged my hand, pulling me slackly away from Goku. He stared for a minute seeming to promise me a full life after this before he turned on his heel and darted through the door opposite of mine.
I stood, slightly dumbfounded, but quickly shook it away as the young woman opened the door for me, and inside my heart was nearly stilled. The room was grand, the ceiling rested high above the floor with a golden chandelier hanging far in the distance. I stared up, gaping at the beauty of the red and gold room. A large sofa, brilliant red in color, rested a few feet away from me. In the corner next to the sofa rested a large armorier with gold etching the trim. Across from that was a large window, the red curtains pulled shut. The window itself was twice as tall as me and a few of myself wide. On the other side of the room rested a red and gold dresser with a small lamp resting on it, towering over a small photo laid out on the dresser, turned picture side down. Next to the dresser was a enormous bed, spacious enough for myself and Goku, as my thoughts turned twisted.
I shook my head when next she spook. "This used to be my lord's daughter's room. For now though, it shall serve as your resting quarters." She gave me a deep bow and my eyes widened in shock. "I shall leave to decide your wardrobe" She said, backing from the room and closing the door.
As she left, her quiet footsteps receding out of the entrance, my mind wrapped around too many things at once. The first human to show me respect and I felt as though my heart was being torn, Goku telling me his feelings, being thrown into a war I didn't want to trample on.
Now, however, I turned my attention to my tainted look. The jeans I now wore were torn and ragged, my shirt hanging on with one strap alone.
I shook my head and reached my hand up to the armoire's handle, my hand seeming to dirty to touch it. The door opened quickly and quietly and inside lay a horde of beautiful clothes. On one side of the hanging garments rested royal garments, made for courting and happily lived lives. On the other rested slightly dusted armor suits each clinking as I shifted through them. Below all the beautiful outfits rest shoes: boots and heel and anything that could be walked in.
My eyes shifted from looking at the shoes with slight confusion, to stare at the clothes my hand now rested on. A blue cape was visible from the side, and out of curiosity I yanked it out, almost dropping it with it's true beauty shone in the light.
The chain mail shirt was a dark blue, silver embroidering etching the entirety of it. The shape of the shirt itself was that of a normal t-shirt, though in the center a diamond shaped hole was cut, topping by a beautiful blue stone with two red ribbons hanging from it. Below the midnight blue and white etched shirt, was a skirt, that would stop just above my knees. The skirt mirrored the shirt, the deep blue etched with white symbols. The skirt held many royal stones dangling from the ends.
The cape made my eyes still, a gold clip slipped closed over the middle of it. The same midnight blue colors propelled down the cape, chain mail embroidering etching the sleeves. The cape was bound by a golden belt, clipped with a golden diamond, the symbol of the Minoan's. The bottom of the cape held golden triangles, waving their way around the bottom hem of the cape.
Directly below where this beautiful outfit hung was a pair of black boots, laced up the side. I used one hand to run my hand up the material, the softness but sturdiness comforting to me. At the top of the boots, tucked into each opening was a pair a black leggings, decorated with golden etchings. As I began to pull them out, something fell from between the two leggins.
A beautiful headdress rolled across the floor. I quickly stuck the outfit back on the rack and ran for the head dress. I reached it as it stopped rolling and when I bent down to retrieve it, I noticed the material was soft, and well kept. A line of silver beads would slip easily over my head. Those same silver beads connected to a golden stone, surrounding a black stone. Also attached to the golden stone was another ribbon, dark blue in color that rested comfortably a few inches above the silver beads.
I took a minute in deep thought, closing my eyes. I remembered his scent, his sight, the sound of his voice, the sound of his breathing. As his gold eyes appeared in my head, my eyes popped open and I proceeded to change.
Once changed I was about to walk to the restroom when another item caught my eye. A pair of gloves lay on the bottom of the armorier, their black cloth topped my silver chain mail arm coverings. One the very edge, where the top of my hand would be covered lay a dark red covered in gold etchings that tied itself round my middle finger.
I smiled and slipped them on, almost feeling as if I was made for this. I now stood in the restroom, staring at my different appearance. I went from someone who was ready to be alone, to someone willing to do whatever must be done to protect the one they loved.
I smiled and spun, my hair barely slapping my face as I grinned and ran for the hallway, ran for Goku.
I threw open the door to my room and skidded to a halt, spotting Goku down the hallway. Before he caught me staring I spun back into my room and shut the door then leaning on it, almost sliding down to the floor.
It seemed as though I was not the only one who received a new attire. His blue jeans had been changed to nearly black pants, heavy light-weight leather looking to be there material. Strangely enough his bright cape had been replaced with a grungy looking, ripped cape that swung over one of his shoulders. His shirt had been replaced with a new tunic, decorated with small weapon hiding spots. His beautiful hair was now pulled tight round his shoulders, a small, dark red head band decorating his head.
I was nervous, too nervous to even walk into the hallway when a soft knock, three times in a row sounded. "Ummm, Luna?" I heard Goku call, his own voice matching my nervousness. "If your ready, it's time to go" He finished.
I looked over my shoulder, glaring at the door, a strange butterfly sensation making its way up my throat. I took a deep breath and turned, grabbing the handle. I slowly opened the door, and to my surprise Goku was standing a few feet down. The second his eyes landed on my new clothes his eyes opened wide and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw his hand twitch, as if wanting to rip the clothing barring us.
His eyes darted from left to right quickly before he stuck up his chin and held out his clawed hand, his face hiding a slight reddened look. "R...Ready?" He stuttered, his hand twitching slightly, but still holding it's place.
It took me a second to realize how nervous he was. His nature made him angry, but the apparent feeling he harbored was starting to show. Neither one of us realized how much we had let our walls of safety fall, due to one another.
I smiled and took a few steps forward. "You ready?" I asked raising an eyebrow as I softly took his hand. Deep inside of me I knew that as soon as we were in view of other people, his hand would slip from mine, his familiar warmth would part us that much further from each other.
I closed the door and together, hand in hand, we walked down the hallway back towards the throne room.
Goku halted himself in front of the large doors, separating us from the meeting on the other side. His hand increased pressure on mine. I turned to stare at him, our hands still intertwined. For a moment I was confused, but before I had a chance to ask him anything, he threw open the doors, and together we walked into the meeting. This meeting would save the lives of thousands, and Son Goku and I were the keys to it. So together we strided forward, all the while, with all the staring eyes, his hand never lifting from mine.