Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity ❯ Ignorance is bliss ( Chapter 1 )

Right. So this is my first.. everything. I haven't really written anything except for shopping lists in the past.. 8 years or so. I'm still hesitant as to whether I should actually post this or not, but I will go ahead while I'm feeling bold. I could list everything that's wrong with it but it'd probably end up turning any potential reader away, and I suppose without readers I will never really learn how to improve my writing.. Ok enough.

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Panting, you fall next to me in the warm grass. Side by side, our fiery skin briefly touching. A soft breeze caresses me, soothes my aching muscles. Closing my eyes I draw it in, almost desperately, to calm down my own excessive breathing.

You'd think out here I'd be completely thrown by the fragrances of nature, so different to the city that I'm used to - but all I can smell is you; your comforting scent, mixed with our sweat. 

We've been beating the crap out of each other here on the stretch of green plains under the scorching sun for what seems like not enough time, but in reality it probably went on for hours. Taking another deep breath to relax myself, I welcome the familiar pain that's spreading throughout my body, burning my entire being down to my very bones.

 

The grass rustles softly. I turn my head and open my eyes to find obsidian orbs gazing back at me.

 

I know that look. I've known it since, hell, beginning of time it feels like. Actually no, that's a lie -I don't know it, I've never understood what it means. But you have had this look in your - what almost looks like imploring - eyes since.. forever. Something about your eyes tells me there's something hidden, somewhere in there, in your young and naïve mind. But I've never quite managed to figure out what it is they're trying to tell me.  

 

I shift and turn back to the clear blue skies above us, folding my arms behind my head in the soft grass.

 

With my eyes closed, body and mind entirely overwhelmed by exhaustion, I'm slowly slipping into a blissful state of semi wakefulness.   

 

Hesitant movement is yet again rustling the grass, making little straws brush against the naked skin of my upper arm - it tickles.

Your presence hovering above me, I feel your eyes on me. I can practically hear your mental battle, silently considering what to do - you're wondering if I will agree to the closeness you seek, no, need. So I decide to make it easier for you; without opening my eyes I let a smile tug the corner of my mouth and nod, making a motion for you to come closer. And just like a little kid, you cling on to my side, carefully placing your head on my chest and rest your arm over my waist.

 

You whisper my name.

 

“Hm?”

“We will always be friends, wont we?” You sound worried.

I open an eye to peer down at you but your raven spikes of thick hair obscure my vision. I lower my head slightly towards them to inhale more of your scent - it fills me and I know I couldn't even begin to imagine my life without you. Can't imagine not having this comforting blanket you wrap me in. You're my best friend, no, more than that. You are my haven, my other half and companion when we get up to `no good', my constant through the madness in our messed up lives. My perfect match - yet the complete opposite.

“Always” I answer and nuzzle closer into your wild and incredibly soft bangs, removing an arm from the support at the back of my head and wrap it around your back.

I can't find any other words, no words to convince you it will be so. But then again you don't really need them, do you. We need each other like a person needs air to breathe, and there aren't any words in the entire universe that could possibly describe the bond we share, the things we've been through.

I chuckle to myself slightly and tighten my grip around you, remembering briefly some of the mischief we got up to while we were still just a couple of snot faced brats.

 

Like that time when you coaxed father out of his precious lover also known as the gravity room, with the promise of that mother had been asking for him.

Innocent and wide eyed you had said something about `getting his royal ass to the bedroom as soon as saiyanly possible' apologised for the rude language but insisted you was ordered to quote her and you mumbled something about her looking very strange. How did you even come up with that! Now that I think about it - maybe you're not so innocent after all. And normally I'm the one with the wits about me - but kami it worked.

As soon as he was out of sight we stumbled on top of each other, fighting to get in to the marvellous metal creation - my father's self-proclaimed kingdom - convinced we would leave a few hours later as the most powerful Super Saiyans the world had ever seen.

In all our excitement we pressed every single switch in sight once we reached the glorious spread of shiny buttons and displays, grabbing at each other's index fingers and nudging one another out of the way with small elbows to win the battle of random bashing.

We both stopped, looked at each other and whined “shit” when the control panel gave off a few sparks only to completely flip and suddenly the gravity had turned up to 400.

Thump.

We lay there screaming and whimpering under the immense pressure and blaring red lights until my father came back. His attention was of course directed to the sabotaged panel, ignoring us entirely while stepping effortlessly over us as we cried for his sympathy.

As always, the ass whopping we shared afterwards was totally worth it, even after all that bone crushing suffering.

 

I laugh quietly again, rubbing the small of your back while remembering it didn't matter if at times it had been me who had got us into trouble because of my relentless yearning for adrenaline rushes - you'd still insist we shared the blame when we got caught, and together we took the punishment.

Good times they were.

 

“What?”

“Just thinking `bout when we blew up his highness' control panel in the gravity room”

I can hear you laugh as you recognise the memory.

“I couldn't walk straight for a week after that beating! He sure does love that torture chamber of his, huh?” You say smiling and sit up, turning towards me.

 

I pull my other arm out from beneath my head, and sit up to face you. You're running your fingers through the straws of grass in front of your folded legs, lost in thought. With my hand on the line of your jaw I turn you to face me again and you fix your dark mirrors on me.  There it is again - that look.

A shy smile plays on your lips.

 

Before I can figure out your half lidded expression, you reach for my hand holding your face, tangling our fingers as you bring them down to rest between us in the grass. And when you lean in, your dewy lips are carefully placed on mine; ever so slightly taking my bottom lip in between their softness.

My breathing stops as my mind ceases to function, eyes wide open not quite believing that you - my best friend - are kissing me.

You taste me tenderly again, with your tongue briefly dipping in and as if I have suddenly lost any say in what happens with my body - my tongue plunges in to meet yours.

 

The warm gentleness of your mouth leaves me and you smile at my stunned look, your hand letting go of mine, reaching up to carefully brush the strands of hair out of my face.

 

I-I don't understand what just happened. I'm lost for words, still staring wide eyed, while your smile has turned into a teasing one. No this is wrong, I'm-I'm a guy! And this isn't you, you're precious and innocent, I've never seen your face like this before, what the hell has gotten into you! And what did I just do!

 

I get up, almost snatching my hand back when you try to reach for it again, before you, WE, do anything else. I'm feeling my confusion slowly turning into anger.

I can't do this. My sudden realisation as to what has just occurred is ripping my existence in two. You're so young, too young, . Even if there's merely a year between us, I'm still the one responsible for making sure we don't confuse our connection with.. something else. My responsibility that there's no hurt, that the fine line is left uncrossed. That isn't what I want for you. I can't give what you want anyway. What I can do is protect you, even from yourself.

With my back turned to you, I mumble something about needing to go home. To train, I answer when you ask why. I can hear your confusion, seeing as we've been sparring for most of the day, but it's better this way - trust me.

 

If only we could have gone back and stopped time just then while we were lying down, stopped the world from spinning and frozen that moment - stayed there forever in blissful ignorance, just like that. Together.