Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ I Take Sugar... ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Klara in flares 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.24.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
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Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 13, 'I Take Sugar...'
Rhiamon pushed his hands in his pockets as he walked through Satan City. It was near dusk, and late shoppers were hurrying to their aircars, laden with shopping bags. The street lamps had came on, and the streets were still quite busy. He was on his own. He needed to just be on his own, just walk, get things clear in his own mind.
The street vendors were out, and the air was filled with inviting smells. The closed windows of the stores brought comforting and warm light, making their contents all the more enticing. As he walked he was deep in thought, deep in the recesses of is mind. The city seemed to blur around him, the people passing him were blurs, their talk and chatter distorted heavily. He was no longer there. Each movement, each sound around seemed distant and unreal. Everything reminded him of everything else. He walked with purpose and a startling confidence, his long black coat swishing behind him at his feet. Women he passed stopped to look after the mysterious and enthralling young man, their eyes filled with awe and fascination. But Rhiamon was too lost to notice them. He was no longer there as he slipped again into his mind…
He strode down the white corridor of the main ship with purpose. He was dressed in black Saiyan armor, the familiar withered dark flower emblem on his back. The lights were dim, small lights were embedded in the walls on either side of him. The corridor was curved, the walls curving to meet above him like a cylinder. Other soldiers passed him, quickly glancing at the high ranked Saiyan. They didn't look for long as Rhiamon's frowning eyes caught theirs. They obediently looked away, fearful of his status and power. Rhiamon carried on where he was heading, not wanting confrontation. His stride was confident and sure of himself and his importance. It was dangerous not to appear that way. Especially in a situation like his own. Every glance his way was a danger. He couldn't allow suspicion. Treason was punishable indefinitely by death. They couldn't see what he thought... not yet. It wasn't the right time to make his move.
He was safe... for now. But the cost was great. To be loyal to the dark side like this, he was trapped. This was his life. But that had to be something more than this. There had to be…More than missions, clearing away rebels... innocent people…
He once again glared with authority and warning at a soldier that glanced at him a little suspiciously. He quickened his stride, and began to run though the ships corridors. Time was running out…
"Hot dogs! Burgers! Get them here, hot!"
Rhiamon was awakened from his trance by the vendor selling hot snacks on the street. He shakily reabsorbed his true surroundings with a little fear. It had seemed so real before…
It was happening to him far too much lately. Being there again… He always found himself back there time and time again.
He stopped on the street as he came across a small street café. He walked inside and sat at a table in the corner by a street level window. The lighting was dark, millions of tiny fairylights littering the walls. It was romantic, and he could see many couples, and secretly meeting couples, gazing at each other with forbidden passion.
A waitress was working along the tables, notebook in hand. He gazed at her. She had light blonde hair that was down to her shoulders and poker straight that looked incredibly soft. She was slender, a cute boyish figure and long legs. She wore a small deep burgundy dress with a white waitress' apron around her waist.
Rhiamon found himself watching her, his dark eyes following her like a predator, every movement she made. As she served the table next to his, he could see her face clearly. Her eyes were vivid and exotically shaped. Her nose was delicate and almost unnoticeable, and her cheeks were dusted with light pink. It was unknown to her as he once again let his eyes travel down her. He smirked softly to himself. He liked what he saw…
The waitress approached his table at last, smiling at the dark stranger who sat there. "Hi, Can I take your order, sir?…" She paused as she caught his intense gaze. His eyes were dark and incredibly deep. There was so much soul in his features… She began to feel lost in his gaze. She suddenly realised she had drifted off, and blushed, deepening the colour in her cheeks. She looked down shyly. She couldn't believe she had been staring like that! She looked at him again to see he was smiling with a hint of mischief.
"I'll have a black coffee." He said.
The waitress blushed again. She'd forgot she'd even asked! "So that's a black coffee, no milk, no sugar? Ok, got it." She turned away noting it down.
"Sugar."
She turned back around with confusion. The stranger smiled sexily in the fairylight. "I take sugar."
She smiled and headed for the kitchen, butterflies in her chest as she walked.
Rhiamon sat back to gaze out of the window again. He smiled to himself at the encounter. By the time his coffee had arrived, which had only been five minutes, the café had emptied considerably. It was probably getting closer to closing time now. It was dark outside now. The waitress put his coffee down in front of him with a shy glance his way, before beginning to wipe down the now empty next table. He watched her silently. She sensed his stare, and smiled secretly but nervously.
"What's your name? The mysterious man asked her. She looked up.
She smiled sweetly. "I'm Marron." She said. "What's yours?"
"Rhiamon." He answered. There was a minutes silence as Marron went back to cleaning the table. "Finishing soon, huh?" He asked.
Marron looked up. "Yeah. It's been a long night." She admitted with a small laugh.
"…do you live far?"
"I'm ok.. I have an apartment about 20 minutes walk from here." She said. A crowd of drunken passer by's staggered by. Their distorted chatter rang through the now emptier streets.
He watched as she finished the other tables, and came back to his, the rest of the café deserted. She picked up his empty cup, untying her small white apron.
"Are you going to walk on your own?" Rhiamon asked suddenly.
Marron glanced at him nervously. "Yeah. I'm ok. I always walk alone."
Rhiamon glanced back out the window. "It looks a bit dangerous out there at this hour." He frowned gently. He saw her hesitate, and look perhaps a little nervously out the window herself. Rhiamon stood as she began to walk away. "Can I walk you to your place?" He asked her.
She turned to look at him searchingly, unsure…
"Please… You can trust me. I just don't want to see you walking on your own tonight. I don't like the look of some of the strangers out there." He pleaded with her softly.
"How can I trust you?" She asked with uncertainty.
Rhiamon smiled genuinely. "You'll have to trust me, I guess." He laughed softly. "No pressure. I'm just concerned."
Marron stood trying to decide. It was a risk, accepting to go off with this stranger with the incredibly intense eyes. Somehow… she knew. "Ok. I'll let you walk me back." She smiled. "I don't know why I trust you, but I do. That kindness in your face… it's so familiar to me for some reason." She laughed softly. "Let me get my coat. I'll be right back."
They walked through the dark streets together, talking. To any passer-by's, they looked like lovers or best friends. Rhiamon listened as she talked of her life, of her old boyfriends. She had been hurt so many times by their carelessness.
Every few sentences, she would stop and say; "I can't believe I'm telling a stranger all this!" He would smile reassuringly and encourage her on. The more they walked, the more closer they felt.
Rhiamon struggled to listen suddenly, her voice distorting around him. The hollow sound of their feet on the pavement growing hollowed, and the sound became footsteps on metal, their feet in fighting boots. She was dressed in armor too, her face hazy, and her hair short and incredibly dark. Her smile and her words he couldn't hear, but he felt them in his soul. It wasn't safe here. He wanted to tell her, warn her… But they were in so much danger. He couldn't take such a risk... not yet…
"Rhiamon? Are you ok…?"
Rhiamon refocused on the girl. Her blonde hair shining in the neon of the sign overhead. Her face was gentle and confused. "I'm alright." He lied.
"You looked spaced out for a moment there. Is anything wrong? Do you need to talk about it?" She asked with concern.
Rhiamon shook his head. "I'm ok… I can't tell you right now. I'm sorry."
Marron laughed softly. "That's ok... I understand. This is my place." She gestured to the apartment buildings. "I'm right at the top. I like the view. You can see all across the city. It's breathtaking, you should see it sometime…" She blushed furiously by what she had implied. They both stood at the bottom of the building outside. She looked at him nervously. Would he ask to come up? Would he try to make a move on her…? So many people she had trusted on a whim, and had been gone by morning. She didn't want to be hurt like that again…
Rhiamon gazed at her worried face searchingly. He gave a smile and stepped towards her. He heard her take a breath as he cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips briefly but lingering. He pulled away and she carefully opened her eyes again, gazing at her stranger with a girlish blush.
"Goodnight Marron." He smirked sexily before turning to walk away from her down the deserted street, his long coat swaying behind him, his hands in his pockets. He glanced once more over his shoulder with a cheeky but mysterious smile.
Marron stood with surprise and amazement at what had just happened. As she watched him move further into the distance, she lifted her fingers to her lips, feeling his kiss still lingering there. A smile tugged the corners of her lips at the memory of the mysterious and kind stranger. He captivated her for some reason. He hadn't asked to come up like so many other men. He had treated her with more respect than that, and listened to what she had said. She felt like she could trust him, getting that warm fuzzy feeling inside of her at the thought of him. With one last lingering gaze into the darkness she smiled and stepped inside her apartment building.
~AN: There we go, Sorry it's short, but I felt like ti should end there. Oh, the six youths haven't met Marron yet. She lives and works in the city, so she isn't around too often.
Ja ne! J Klara xxx~
Black Flowers - Klara_in_flares
Black Flowers ; chapter 13, 'I Take Sugar...'
Rhiamon pushed his hands in his pockets as he walked through Satan City. It was near dusk, and late shoppers were hurrying to their aircars, laden with shopping bags. The street lamps had came on, and the streets were still quite busy. He was on his own. He needed to just be on his own, just walk, get things clear in his own mind.
The street vendors were out, and the air was filled with inviting smells. The closed windows of the stores brought comforting and warm light, making their contents all the more enticing. As he walked he was deep in thought, deep in the recesses of is mind. The city seemed to blur around him, the people passing him were blurs, their talk and chatter distorted heavily. He was no longer there. Each movement, each sound around seemed distant and unreal. Everything reminded him of everything else. He walked with purpose and a startling confidence, his long black coat swishing behind him at his feet. Women he passed stopped to look after the mysterious and enthralling young man, their eyes filled with awe and fascination. But Rhiamon was too lost to notice them. He was no longer there as he slipped again into his mind…
He strode down the white corridor of the main ship with purpose. He was dressed in black Saiyan armor, the familiar withered dark flower emblem on his back. The lights were dim, small lights were embedded in the walls on either side of him. The corridor was curved, the walls curving to meet above him like a cylinder. Other soldiers passed him, quickly glancing at the high ranked Saiyan. They didn't look for long as Rhiamon's frowning eyes caught theirs. They obediently looked away, fearful of his status and power. Rhiamon carried on where he was heading, not wanting confrontation. His stride was confident and sure of himself and his importance. It was dangerous not to appear that way. Especially in a situation like his own. Every glance his way was a danger. He couldn't allow suspicion. Treason was punishable indefinitely by death. They couldn't see what he thought... not yet. It wasn't the right time to make his move.
He was safe... for now. But the cost was great. To be loyal to the dark side like this, he was trapped. This was his life. But that had to be something more than this. There had to be…More than missions, clearing away rebels... innocent people…
He once again glared with authority and warning at a soldier that glanced at him a little suspiciously. He quickened his stride, and began to run though the ships corridors. Time was running out…
"Hot dogs! Burgers! Get them here, hot!"
Rhiamon was awakened from his trance by the vendor selling hot snacks on the street. He shakily reabsorbed his true surroundings with a little fear. It had seemed so real before…
It was happening to him far too much lately. Being there again… He always found himself back there time and time again.
He stopped on the street as he came across a small street café. He walked inside and sat at a table in the corner by a street level window. The lighting was dark, millions of tiny fairylights littering the walls. It was romantic, and he could see many couples, and secretly meeting couples, gazing at each other with forbidden passion.
A waitress was working along the tables, notebook in hand. He gazed at her. She had light blonde hair that was down to her shoulders and poker straight that looked incredibly soft. She was slender, a cute boyish figure and long legs. She wore a small deep burgundy dress with a white waitress' apron around her waist.
Rhiamon found himself watching her, his dark eyes following her like a predator, every movement she made. As she served the table next to his, he could see her face clearly. Her eyes were vivid and exotically shaped. Her nose was delicate and almost unnoticeable, and her cheeks were dusted with light pink. It was unknown to her as he once again let his eyes travel down her. He smirked softly to himself. He liked what he saw…
The waitress approached his table at last, smiling at the dark stranger who sat there. "Hi, Can I take your order, sir?…" She paused as she caught his intense gaze. His eyes were dark and incredibly deep. There was so much soul in his features… She began to feel lost in his gaze. She suddenly realised she had drifted off, and blushed, deepening the colour in her cheeks. She looked down shyly. She couldn't believe she had been staring like that! She looked at him again to see he was smiling with a hint of mischief.
"I'll have a black coffee." He said.
The waitress blushed again. She'd forgot she'd even asked! "So that's a black coffee, no milk, no sugar? Ok, got it." She turned away noting it down.
"Sugar."
She turned back around with confusion. The stranger smiled sexily in the fairylight. "I take sugar."
She smiled and headed for the kitchen, butterflies in her chest as she walked.
Rhiamon sat back to gaze out of the window again. He smiled to himself at the encounter. By the time his coffee had arrived, which had only been five minutes, the café had emptied considerably. It was probably getting closer to closing time now. It was dark outside now. The waitress put his coffee down in front of him with a shy glance his way, before beginning to wipe down the now empty next table. He watched her silently. She sensed his stare, and smiled secretly but nervously.
"What's your name? The mysterious man asked her. She looked up.
She smiled sweetly. "I'm Marron." She said. "What's yours?"
"Rhiamon." He answered. There was a minutes silence as Marron went back to cleaning the table. "Finishing soon, huh?" He asked.
Marron looked up. "Yeah. It's been a long night." She admitted with a small laugh.
"…do you live far?"
"I'm ok.. I have an apartment about 20 minutes walk from here." She said. A crowd of drunken passer by's staggered by. Their distorted chatter rang through the now emptier streets.
He watched as she finished the other tables, and came back to his, the rest of the café deserted. She picked up his empty cup, untying her small white apron.
"Are you going to walk on your own?" Rhiamon asked suddenly.
Marron glanced at him nervously. "Yeah. I'm ok. I always walk alone."
Rhiamon glanced back out the window. "It looks a bit dangerous out there at this hour." He frowned gently. He saw her hesitate, and look perhaps a little nervously out the window herself. Rhiamon stood as she began to walk away. "Can I walk you to your place?" He asked her.
She turned to look at him searchingly, unsure…
"Please… You can trust me. I just don't want to see you walking on your own tonight. I don't like the look of some of the strangers out there." He pleaded with her softly.
"How can I trust you?" She asked with uncertainty.
Rhiamon smiled genuinely. "You'll have to trust me, I guess." He laughed softly. "No pressure. I'm just concerned."
Marron stood trying to decide. It was a risk, accepting to go off with this stranger with the incredibly intense eyes. Somehow… she knew. "Ok. I'll let you walk me back." She smiled. "I don't know why I trust you, but I do. That kindness in your face… it's so familiar to me for some reason." She laughed softly. "Let me get my coat. I'll be right back."
They walked through the dark streets together, talking. To any passer-by's, they looked like lovers or best friends. Rhiamon listened as she talked of her life, of her old boyfriends. She had been hurt so many times by their carelessness.
Every few sentences, she would stop and say; "I can't believe I'm telling a stranger all this!" He would smile reassuringly and encourage her on. The more they walked, the more closer they felt.
Rhiamon struggled to listen suddenly, her voice distorting around him. The hollow sound of their feet on the pavement growing hollowed, and the sound became footsteps on metal, their feet in fighting boots. She was dressed in armor too, her face hazy, and her hair short and incredibly dark. Her smile and her words he couldn't hear, but he felt them in his soul. It wasn't safe here. He wanted to tell her, warn her… But they were in so much danger. He couldn't take such a risk... not yet…
"Rhiamon? Are you ok…?"
Rhiamon refocused on the girl. Her blonde hair shining in the neon of the sign overhead. Her face was gentle and confused. "I'm alright." He lied.
"You looked spaced out for a moment there. Is anything wrong? Do you need to talk about it?" She asked with concern.
Rhiamon shook his head. "I'm ok… I can't tell you right now. I'm sorry."
Marron laughed softly. "That's ok... I understand. This is my place." She gestured to the apartment buildings. "I'm right at the top. I like the view. You can see all across the city. It's breathtaking, you should see it sometime…" She blushed furiously by what she had implied. They both stood at the bottom of the building outside. She looked at him nervously. Would he ask to come up? Would he try to make a move on her…? So many people she had trusted on a whim, and had been gone by morning. She didn't want to be hurt like that again…
Rhiamon gazed at her worried face searchingly. He gave a smile and stepped towards her. He heard her take a breath as he cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips briefly but lingering. He pulled away and she carefully opened her eyes again, gazing at her stranger with a girlish blush.
"Goodnight Marron." He smirked sexily before turning to walk away from her down the deserted street, his long coat swaying behind him, his hands in his pockets. He glanced once more over his shoulder with a cheeky but mysterious smile.
Marron stood with surprise and amazement at what had just happened. As she watched him move further into the distance, she lifted her fingers to her lips, feeling his kiss still lingering there. A smile tugged the corners of her lips at the memory of the mysterious and kind stranger. He captivated her for some reason. He hadn't asked to come up like so many other men. He had treated her with more respect than that, and listened to what she had said. She felt like she could trust him, getting that warm fuzzy feeling inside of her at the thought of him. With one last lingering gaze into the darkness she smiled and stepped inside her apartment building.
~AN: There we go, Sorry it's short, but I felt like ti should end there. Oh, the six youths haven't met Marron yet. She lives and works in the city, so she isn't around too often.
Ja ne! J Klara xxx~