Chapter 7

Questions, Questions, ….Oh more questions

Knock.

The soft sound of the door trembling beneath someone's hand woke the sleeping guard from his peaceful slumber. His onyx orbs were greeted with bleak darkness. It was still night outside his window which sent his mind reeling with many questions. Who was at his door?

He pushed off the covers, and sat up. Another knock came, and he swung his feet over the bed edge. The cold tile floors stung, and mental he kicked himself for not wearing those fancy sleeping shoes that they informed him to.

He felt for his night stand and once he grasps it, stood to his feet using the wall as a guide. It was horrifically dark, and when the wall came to the end he reached for the door knob. Only it wasn't the doorknob, he yelped in frustration as he was now covered in ashes from the wooden candle. He was freezing cold, covered in ashes, and no longer in need of sleep but a hot bath.

Trying desperately to dust himself off he heard giggling from outside his room. The taunting sound lead him straight to the bedroom door, and without thought he pulled it open. The light poured into the room, and behind the door revealed Princess ChiChi.

"Why I didn't think you as a smoker," she teased.

Smears of ashes rounded his face, and some clung to his wild hair. She wiped away a smudge from under his eye, a smile as wide as the horizon on her lips.

"It was just dark, and I-"

"I'm only teasing you again," she interjected. "I know it is pretty late, but you inspired me."

"Inspired you?" he question.

She nod, and peering over his shoulder noted the fog of black in his room. "You know that a lantern can be lit at night, it last longer than the wax candles. Plus the wax candles are more for decorations, Ku."

"I was wondering why they burned so fast," he said, flabbergasted.

"I missed you, Ku," said ChiChi.

"No you didn't I'm right here," he informed, scratching the back of his head. How did she miss him? She was standing right in front of him? You can only miss someone; if you aim wrong, or go to the wrong door…

ChiChi only smiled holding a brightly lit lantern in her hand. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Oh! Of course," he replied, sheepishly. He moved out of the frame of the door, and Chichi walked in.

He admired how amazing the little lantern was; chasing away almost all the darkness in the room. He closed the door as ChiChi made her way over to his bed, and rested the lantern on the night stand. She sat on the edge of the bed with a long white flowing night gown her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail tied with a purple ribbon. Her long raven locks braided tightly, she glowed.

"I'm sorry that I haven't seen you since we danced," she said, melodiously.

"They said you weren't feeling well, are you still ill?" he asked.

"Badly," she answered. "Won't you sit next to me?"

"Give me a minute in the bathroom I just woke up," he told.

"Ok, only a minute," she joked, smiling.

Nervously she patted out the wrinkle of her night gown, and when she had finished she glanced around his room. It looked completely different; they had changed the colors and Goku brought a few pieces in himself. He had a small painting of what must have been his grandmother, brothers, and him. Also seated comfortable next to the paintings was that small black book with the lock. She was very curious to know what was inside the book.

She could only imagine the many secret Goku kept inside of it, and how close it would bring her to him. She shook her head and turned her prowling eyes back on her attire she could get carried away sometimes.

"You said your still sick," Goku intercalated, startling ChiChi.

"I didn't even hear the door open," she exclaimed. "My heart is pounding like a drum."

"hmm?" Goku sound.

"Sit next to me," she told. He complied and sat next to her soaking in the sweet aroma of almond cherry perfume. She took his hand, and guide it to her chest resting it gingerly there she looked to Goku. "You feel it?"

He did! He felt the pounding of her heart, and he felt terrible for sending it on a race. "I didn't mean to," he apologized.

A smile made all the fear he felt vanish. Their faces were inches apart and they could feel the warmth of their breath. Goku stomach was in knots, and with every draw of breath she took the knots would tighten. He felt drawn to the beautiful princess, and for the first time he wanted to feel how a girl's lips would feel against his'.

Their eyes closed slowly, and they were inches from closing the gap between them when Goku's stomach grumbled. Giggling ChiChi pulled back, a stain of red upon her cheeks.

"It seems like your always hungry," she mused.

"It seems that always happens even at the wrong time," bellowed Goku. He couldn't believe his luck!

She shook her head, and for a moment they were both silent. She couldn't contain the attraction she had for him, and she was pleased it was the same for him. "You see I'm badly ill," she interrupted the silence.

"What do you mean?" Goku glanced over to her; taking in her beauty. His mind couldn't stop racing searching for answers for what her sickness could be.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she answered. "You're the first guy to do that to me, you know?"

"You too," he informed.

"I find that hard to believe," she countered.

"But its true," he said, candidly.

She looked him square in the eyes and when she noted the sincere look in his eyes she believed. She had made many stories in her mind about Goku that the truth seemed a little farfetched. " You're honest!"

"Of course! I thought we are supposed to be, we made a promise and I always keep mine," he exclaimed.

" I'm sorry, I just seen a lot of men lie," she said, remorsefully. "Also I thought that you're handsome so you were bound to have many girls even if you didn't have a girlfriend yet."

"Well if you consider my grams as a girl then I've had a girl ," he said, blithely.

ChiChi giggled and climb on the bed sitting with her back against the bedhead. " Do you like me, Goku?"

"Yes."

"I mean do you like me more than what a friend would?" again, ChiChi asked.

"I don't know," he answered.

"What?" ChiChi's brow hooked together, and all the sweetness drained from her voice.

Goku gulp even with the little light they had in the room he was able to see the rage written on her face. He knew that he had said something wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it. "Sorry, I'm not good with knowing what liking someone is. I don't have any training in that."

"Training? I swear! If I were a stranger I'd think you were raised by a pack of wolves," she kid. "Tell me about your family."

"Like what?" Asked, Goku.

"Did your Grams ever tell you about your father or mother?" ChiChi sunk into the comfort of Goku's bed resting her head on his silk pillows. She had a delicate smile on her face, and her eyes danced with curiosity.

"No, but my Grand did. He told me that my father was fearless and that he was a warrior for our people. He'd always put others before himself, and that is why I'm here," he said.

"Did he die out at battle?" ChiChi probed, yawning.

"No, at our home…a vicious clan leader had murder my father and mother as they helped us escape," informed, Goku.

"Ku, I'm sorry," she apologized.

"It's okay, it wasn't you," he smiled.

"I know but…" she voiced, she pat the empty side of the bed Goku sat near. "Will you lay next to me?"

"I don't think that is a good idea," he exclaimed.

"Why? Because your snoring will kill my ears?" She chided. "Goku you're my guard I'd like to think that you'd never do anything to hurt me."

"I won't," tersely, he replied. "I'd never ever hurt you."

"Good so lay next to me," she requested.

Hesitantly, Goku laid down in the empty spot that seemed to be prepared especially for him. He laid on his back his hands clasped behind his head, and stared at the darken ceiling. It was almost unbearable lying next to ChiChi, but when she inched closer resting her head upon his chest – it had past unbearable.

"Tell me about your mother, do you know anything of her?" she queried.

"They said she was beautiful, and very brilliant. My brother Turtles took a lot from her they say, and the one thing that I certainly have from her is courage. They said she wasn't afraid of anything, and that's how my parents met. Their village was in war and the woman stayed behind to keep the village together. My mother was a watch guard for the town at night, and the night the men return she sound the alarms. Their uniforms were destroyed, and she didn't know they were from their village. She rushed at my father with a spare, and would have killed him straight through the heart had he not had on a vest plate."

A soft purr halted Goku's reminiscing, and he looked down to see the beautiful princess sleeping. She lay motionless and had it not been the soft draw of air he would have thought she was dead. It felt wonderful; her lying upon his chest lulled by the sound of his heartbeat. Yawning he looked back up at the ceiling, soaking in the comfort her presence. He fought sleep as best he could; till it overcame him and he joined the sleeping beauty in slumber.

The rays of the faithful sun ushered into Goku's room waking him from sleep. He yawned, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. It was another day, and another chance to see Chi- alarms went off in his head as he remembered that she snuck over to his room. Her side was empty! He begun to pat around hopeful to feel her tiny body next to him, but when he couldn't feel her he glanced over to her side to find it…empty.

Was it a dream? Had he imagine the night before? He sat up in the bed and glanced around his room hoping to see her, but he didn't. Why did she plague him? How was she able to invade his mind? Mournfully, he stood to his feet and went to prepare himself for the day. Goku's mind still replaying the night before; the feel of her silky hair tickling his chin, or when she rested on his chest. Also when their heads were pressed closely together and her lips were only inches from his.

In what seemed minutes Goku had showered, brushed his teeth, changed, and brushed his hair all by instinct as his mind was carried away by thoughts of ChiChi. Sighing he took a seat on the small arm chair adjacent to the night stand that his father's black book rested. He took it into his hands, and begun to finger the lock dial. However, every attempt he made at unlocking the small black book was void. He had no idea of what the combination could have been, and it troubled him-but he wouldn't stop trying.

The bellow of the trumpets outside of Goku's window reminded him of his daily task, and he rested the book back in its previous spot. He quickly made his way to the large two doors, and when the doors opened it revealed behind them a very angry man with a glare that could kill an army. Something told Goku it wouldn't be a great morning like he had hoped!

"I've been looking for you, it seems you have some answers that I'm dying to know," seethed the angry man.

A/n: Okay, so I did this chapter in kind of a rush. I do hope that it still measure out to something, next one I will certainly have more time. Anyways let me know what you think, or any ideas you might have! =) Guys prepare...the drama will begin soon...lol -.- so lame of me! but who doesn't like spice?