Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Misery and Remorse ( Chapter 12 )

For the first time in a long time, Alaura stepped into the room that had been specially built onto the house as her dance studio. She hadn't felt the urge to go through the routines she could do by heart now since before Neko was born. This evening, however, she felt that sutle urge become stronger and stronger.

She put the music on, something fast and harsh and in time to her roiling emotions. With her body still aching from the beating she'd received earlier that night, and her face still a mess, all black and blue with her lip split and one eye nearly swollen shut, Alaura forced her arms and legs into the motions and soon, as she allowed the music and the feeling of weightlessness overcome her, she gradually forgot about her pains and the fact that she just betrayed the only person who ever really loved her for herself and not for her family's money.

Alaura spun around the room in a frenzy of activity, anyone watching would have said she looked like a madwoman. She did not care. She danced her pain and anger, fueling the movements with the sharp, aching void that was her heart now. Her eyes were closed, knowing how to do every little step by memory without the fear of running into something, her light hair flew out at all different angles from her head as she felt the sudden rush of rage-filled tears drip down her cheeks and over her cut lip, the saltiness of them stinging the raw wound.

She did not care. In a fury she flew across the room, becoming another person; Someone who dwells deep inside her and demands, upon occasion to be let out to play. She did not particularily like this person, this other self, as she could be very frightening at times, but found that she could not deny her this agitation paced routine.

The music on the turn table stopped, the needle scratching one place over and over drilling the sound into Alaura's all ready aching head. She slumped down onto the floor, sweat dripping cold down her back and under her arms and between her breasts. Breathing hard, she pounded her fists on the hard floor, in a childlike tantrum. She hated everything about herself. Oh, why did I have to do it? She asked herself, had been asking herself, over and over since Tae had left her house earlier. How will I ever tell him? I can I ever tell him?

She had thought that perhaps if she threw herself into her dancing and lost herself to the movements and the music as she'd always been able to do before, that she would be able to forget, for a time, her terrible transgression. It had only worked for a few moments, then, she went back to despising herself and what her weak will had allowed to happen.

"Piccolo…" She whispered, seeing his face behind her eyelids, "How will you ever forgive me?"

For she planned on telling him. She had thought about keeping it secret, what happened between her and Gohan, but she knew that she could not keep something like this from him, besides, if she did not come forth with honesty and explain what happened, she was willing to bet that he would find out sooner or later from a third party. Then, it would be a hundred times worse.

She just wished she could stop this feeling of apprehension circling like black butterflies around her stomach. Alaura knew that things were going to change drastically when Piccolo and Neko returned. She also knew that most of those changes would not be positive. Not in the least.