Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity ❯ Longing ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Slight warning; From now on the language will get more and more
crude, subliminal messages, coarse language, degrading comments
regarding homosexuality (not meant to offend nor does it reflect my
personal opinion - obviously seeing as I'm writing what is to
become yaoi) if it isn't to your taste I apologise and suggest you
move on as it won't get lovey dovey with sparkles and hearts at any
point. They are young lads after all.
Oh and their ages and classes may or may not be realistic - suppose
it depends who you ask. But I didn't want to dabble with minors and
sexual content, so let's pretend it makes sense.
I miss your touch. Your warm breath against my neck as you snuggle
against me in the night, asking me to protect you by wrapping
yourself around me while I laugh at your childish ways, but
secretly enjoy being your source of solace.
I miss pounding you into the dirt with my fists, relishing the fact
that I'm stronger than you.
I miss sneaking out after sunset, hiding outside your bedroom
window until I'm sure your bitch of a mother is asleep so that I
can slip inside quietly and sneak into bed with you, where I can
get lost in the silent comfort you
encase me in.
I've been avoiding you to say the least. Ignoring your phone
calls for some weeks now, begged mother to lie for me when you
actually came and knocked on the door. I heard you throwing
small stones at my window the one night, but I just.. couldn't do
it. I couldn't face you. And we can't
continue our innocent games, you are barely 15 and naïve as I
thought you were, much like your dad I suppose, I never realised
that your need for affection and closeness would bring on something
like this.
I didn't mean to be so abrupt with you, to leave you like that, but
I had no choice.
I had to save you from yourself.. You know?
But I miss you now.
Harsh raindrops whipping against the window, black clouds rolling
in like dark waves. I sigh into my arms folded in front of me
on the window ledge as I stare at nothing. Normally on a day like
this we'd be out in the storm, avoiding bolts of lightning like two
idiots with a death wish.
The shrilling tone of a phone signal suddenly snaps me out of my
trance. I turn from the window and look over the bed behind
me, at the phone that's sitting on the bedside table. If it
hadn't been for the fact that I'm near kami-damned paralysed with
this loneliness, I probably wouldn't have stood up and walked over
to the source of the blaring noise. I wouldn't have picked it up
while holding my breath, knowing exactly what I would hear.
“Hello?”
I don't say anything, I don't know what to say. I
miss you, want you here next to me, laughing and sweeping my hair
out of my eyes with your warm hand, but I'm still confused - still
angry.
“Is that you? Please just.. I've been trying to get a hold of
you for weeks”
“What do you want” I answer after finally finding my
voice.
“Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- you know - I
know you're not like that, it was just a stupid thing I thought
it'd be fun to see your reaction thinking you'd, I don't know,
whack me one, I didn't mean to piss you off”
I sigh deeply into the phone pressed against the side of my face. I
don't know what angers and confuses me the most,
you kissing me or the fact that I can't actually
get my head around why said kiss has been playing on my mind every
single day since, and why I kissed you back.
“S'ok, don't worry about it” I say quietly, deciding
the loneliness is a lot graver than my confusion.
“So.. Do you wanna do something.. sometime?” You ask
carefully, sounding unsure of whether we're actually ok.
“'Course, I've got that.. thing coming up though, with
mother, so I won't see you much after this week”
“Ah I forgot, the Capsule Corp training or whatever it was,
right?”
“Right”
“Well, just gimmie a call when you're free, doesn't matter
when ok?”
I promise I will, but suspect I probably wont, and tell you I've
gotta get off the phone to go and help out in the lab. Half arsed
lie.
I fall onto my back on the bed in the dark room, rain drops still
pattering against the window.
Why did you have to do something so stupid? We both
know things will never be quite the same after this. Or, is it
possible that no matter what, something would have pushed it onto
us eventually because of this bizarre bond between us?
No, you was just having an idiotic moment, it was a
joke. A joke. I shouldn't let this get to me like
it is, shouldn't let the fact that I actually.. enjoyed the kiss,
bother me so much. It's not like I'm attracted to guys, it was
just.. stupid.
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The rest of the summer turned out as I predicted, quite possibly
intentionally. My duties as the future heir to the world's largest
company were hauling me up most of the days; travelling here and
there, meeting this and that person and learning the system. Mother
thought it'd be good for me to experience the responsibilities that
will come crashing on me the day I become its president.
Truth is though, I'd rather have my ass kicked by Vegeta every day
for the rest of my life than being stuck behind a desk, or
attending some pretentious gala while you're..
elsewhere, with.. someone other than me.
Where are you?
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I've seen you in the corridors at school, you smile slightly at me
whenever I pass by. You're circled by boys and girls alike, no
doubt they're new friends you met while I was stuck listening to
clients brown nosing my mum and me. It's good though, I'm glad
`cause you're learning to break free and you don't rely solely on
my existence. Come to think about it you never did have any
problems making friends, so it's no wonder you're surrounded by
both adoring friends and love sick youths.
Without me as your socially inept guard dog glaring at anyone who'd
dare come near you, I guess it was to be expected that your
intriguing being would draw anyone in who sets eyes on you.
We haven't actually stopped to talk, nor seen each other outside
school hours. Could it be, that you don't need me anymore? Has me
rejecting, avoiding you, pushed you further away than I'd realised,
wanted? Have you found comfort in the neck and arms of one of your
new friends?
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It's lunch break and I'm sat on the grass of the large green that
borders the school grounds, leaning against a tree with my eyes
closed.
Another boring day, thankfully only a couple of more hours of the
torture they call lessons, then I'm outta here. So that I can go
home to be mocked for being weak and get my ass kicked by dear
daddy. I really need a social life.
While I've been sat here in the shade away from the still warm
autumn sun, I've also been.. Observing, from afar, the conversation
between you and your friends with the help of one of mother's new
gadgets. Gotta make sure you're getting on alright and all
that.
I don't like the voice that's just joined in though nor the way it
murmurs your name. My eyes snap open to spot the intruder -
but instead I'm met by long black eyelashes and dark eyes.
“Looking as tasty as ever I see” she says as she swipes
her dark long tresses over her shoulder and invites herself down on
my lap.
Shit who am I kidding, she's fucking straddling me.
“Um..” Quickly I remove my earpiece, trying to figure
out whether I have met this person before.
But unsurprisingly, I can't remember her from anywhere, haven't got
a clue what her name is and I don't know where to put my hands
either, I end up resting them lightly on her knees.
All while trying to lean to the side to locate you..
“Um?” She frowns with her arms now around my neck, but
leaning back far enough to look at me “It's me, Miwa! Don't
tell me you've forgotten” she says feigning a hurt pout
staring at me with big eyes and raised brows.
I try again to get a glance over to where you was standing just
before this vixen came, but she turns my face back to hers.
“Maybe this will help jog your memory” her
expression changing to a playful one and she leans in, nibbling my
lower lip.
She pushes herself softly against me and tries to kiss my
completely disengaged lips - where are the damned lunch supervisors
when you actually need them?
BINGO! I spot you.
But my happiness is short-lived, and everything, every fucking
sound and movement around me just stops, it's drowned out and I can
feel my face and eyes grow darker than yours ever could. A feeling
that I've never quite experienced before washes over me -
adrenaline suddenly pumping through my veins like crazy.
What the fuck is that guy doing, brushing your
bangs out of your face? And why, WHY, are
you blushing?
I shove whatever-her-name-is off me, she yelps and shouts something
at me but I couldn't care less right now. I can see my fist's
imprint in someone's face already.
Who the hell does the guy think he is, and why are
you letting him be so close to begin with?
I cross the grounds, with groups of kids gathered here and there on
benches dotted around. I catch myself half way realising I probably
look as if I'm on a mission to murder someone, I slow down and
relax as much as possible as not to draw any attention, while
trying my best to continue in a casual stride.
You're sat on the end of the tabled bench, with people all around.
And the dickwad is sat on the same side, next to you, making you
giggle like a little girl.
Taking a deep breath, I have to force myself to calm down before I
do something I'll regret.
“Goten”
Kami, I can barely speak your name through my gritted teeth, I'm
not looking at him, I can feel my self-restraint
slipping already.
You look up at me while laughing at what probably was some lame
excuse to get in your pants, and your smile fades.
“'Hm?”
“A word?”
“Ye?”
Maybe I should punch your smug face
instead.
I tell myself to get a grip yet again and silently breathe out,
gathering every ounce of willpower I possibly can, not
understanding exactly what it is that's making me seethe like
this.
“It wont take long, I need to ask something
important”
You narrow your eyes, as if you're trying to read my intentions but
I've managed to somewhat mask my absolute breath-taking desire to
completely batter the fag next to you. You sigh, and mumble
something to your friends before you get up and follow me back to
the green.
Luckily whatever it was that attacked me earlier, it had given up
and gone away.
I turn back to you, folding my arms across my chest and taking the
most dominant stance I could ever muster.
“What's got your knickers in a twist?” you laugh
mockingly at my sour expression.
Since when did you become an asshole huh? I thought that was my
job, being my father's son and all. I shake off the urge to blast
you right here, remembering; I need to protectyou. Even
with the way things have been recently..
“Who is he?” I still refuse to look at the pansy over
by your group of
friends. &nbs p; & nbsp;
“This is what you call important?”
“I want to know.”
You meet my eyes with a steady and challenging glare. A dark glare.
Not with that soft glint that I've missed so much. You're
considering what to say, probably choosing between keeping the
situation calm and pushing me to see what kind of reaction you'll
see.
“He's a friend from class” You shrug in the end, and
before you even get to finish that half arsed sentence, I have to
stop myself from exploding on the spot.
“Then, WHAT THE FUCK, IS HE
DOING, TOUCHING YOU!?” I can feel it, and I
know you can see it - the flash of teal in my
eyes. I'm growling, a lot louder than I had planned to my own
surprise, pointing an accusing finger in the face of the object
who's in need of my protection.
“Trunks, you were just dry humped by some girl and you're
angry with me because someone, a friend, touched
me?”
Ah ye, forgot about that, didn't think you'd seen it.
“That thing attacked me! It's not the same,
besides I can look out for myself” I argue, folding my arms
again. Why can't you just see I'm trying to make sure you're safe,
I don't want you being taken advantage of, your need for closeness
spat on by some horny teenage jerk.
“Trunks” Your eyes soften as my name leaves your lips
with a sigh.
All my anger dissolves at the sight, my fists and jaw unclench and
everything around us fades away, blurs into
nothingness. How I've missed your obsidian orbs. Not
those black cold pools of ink you stared at me with just a moment
ago.
You take a step towards me, your hand on my cheek.
“Kami Goten” I whisper closing my eyes, hoping silently
you didn't hear me - and curse myself - as I involuntarily lean
into the warmth of your absolutely addictive touch.
“Why are you upset?”
Your thumb brushes my lips, I wonder if you can see where the
hellcat bit me. I part them slightly -feel your digit softly
sweeping across, slowly tracing the lines of my mouth, and I'm
eager for you to let me taste you. Don't care if it's just your
fucking thumb. Don't care that people can see us. Wait,
what the hell is wrong with me, why am I reacting like
this?
“Tell me Trunks”
The foreplay between your thumb and my lips comes to an abrupt end
when I don't answer. I snap my eyes open, and you're back to
holding the side of my face, your fingers slightly grasping at the
shorter hairs on the back of my neck.
Stop staring at me please, I don't know what to say! What do you
want me to say?
“I need to look out for you, you're my best friend. You're
my.. like my brother, my own flesh and blood”
A raven eyebrow is arched, I don't have to guess what you're
thinking; brothers don't share each other the way we have
throughout the years - well normally they don't at
least. But it's not like that. It can't be like that.
You need to see, understand. It's- not right. It's
not me.
Your soft touch leaves me, you say you need to get going with your
eyes turned somewhere, anywhere, but my way.
Scared of you leaving, no - of losing you, I grab your arm.
“Chibi”
This time your black eyes look confused and wounded, your brows
drawn together as if what I'd just said had hurt you. Why can't I
keep my damn mouth shut? This hole that I'm digging can't
possibly get any deeper. Part of me wants to sweep you up and take
you away but the other part is telling me I'm crossing the line -
slipping to where I don't want to be, shouldn't be.
I stop myself from running my fingers through my hair and pulling
at it in frustration.
“Look, why don't you come over mine this weekend? It's been a
while.. since I seen ya and quite frankly I'm sick and tired of
getting my ass handed to me, I kinda need a break from being told
that no sperm of Vegeta's could possibly be as useless as I
am.” I see a smile tug at your lips, phew, nice
save. “We could order some take away and watch some
movies” I try to smile, nudge your shoulder with the hand
that I'd grabbed on to you with.
“Sure” You're smiling, though your eyes have left mine
again.
But it doesn't matter, I have a feeling things will be ok again.
We'll be ok. This mess can be ignored for a little while longer -
dealt with another time. I know you need me just as much as I
need you.
As you turn to walk back over to your friends, I finally let myself
steal a glance at the reason for this.. incident. And fuck me,
do I have a reason to be jealous. Well, jealous might
not be the right word - worried more like, ye worried.
Even from over here I can see him practically eating you up with
his dark eyes, too far away to distinguish their colour, but who
the hell cares anyway. Dark blue spikes of hair, similar to yours
but shorter and neater, and from the looks of it he's in decent
shape. He's good looking - for a guy - I'll admit that
much. Muscles and blue awesome hair or not though - I'd still
snap him in two like a twig. A very amusing thought indeed, I smirk
to myself.
Until he meets my eyes that is. I swear the bastard is challenging
me, glaring for all he's worth.
I decide, for your sake, now's not the time. But I have to give
him some kind of response, eh?
As I get closer to your little group, making my way towards the big
doors of the building across from where you're at, I leer and
salute him sardonically with my index finger while pulling off my
`cock of the lavender eyebrow', undoubtedly making me the most
arrogant looking fuckface in the world.
Father, you would be so proud, `cause I can literally see him pale
when he catches a glance of my canines in my toothy grin. I add a
wink just for good measure before I turn to pull open the large
doors.
`You have no idea who you're messing with.'
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Dead tired, I'm dragging my feet as I enter the doors of Capsule
Corp. The large and bright open-planned ground floor is as
quiet as ever, mother is probably working in the lab -
and he is obviously obsessing with his training as
usual.
I make my way to the kitchen on the left down the hall, pad over to
the breakfast bar that's sat in the middle of the large but
minimalistic and almost clinically spotless room, dropping my bag
on the floor as I slide onto the bar stool.
With my elbows on the table top and face in my hands I rub my eyes
and mouth in a desperate attempt to get back some of the brain
cells I'm sure were lost while listening to the most monotonous
teacher in existence. And of course she's teaching science - just
my luck as the future heir to my mother's company. I need to excel
in this class, not be driven to the fucking brink of suicide.
“Love problems again, brat?”
Kami, here we go again.
“No father, I still don't have a boyfriend. They
must all sense how dysfunctional I am, `cause I'm being avoided
like the plague” Best to insult myself before he beats me to
it. Oh and the boyfriend thing, is just because he
insist I'm a faggot, meaning a weakling
- not that I'm swinging the other way.
“Hn, maybe if you wasn't such a wuss you'd have lost your
virginity by now” he snorts as he leans against the counter
opposite the breakfast bar.
“I'm not a virgin dad” I answer routinely, rolling my
eyes.
“Taking it up the ass doesn't count son” He retorts
before necking the bottle of water in his hand.
What a surprise `father - you're being an arse
again'. Clad in ridiculously tight blue spandex and with a towel
thrown around his neck, he's literally glistening in the sweat from
his obsessive training. And he calls me a
fairy.
I sigh and slide down off the stool, not really in the mood for
this right now.
“Where's Kakarot's brat?”
I glare at him wondering what the hell he's getting at this
time.
“How am I supposed to know? I'm not his babysitter” and
with that I turn my back on him, heading for my escape.
“Could have fooled me”
I stop, and I know, don't even have to turn around to see it - that
bastarding smirk on his face, loving the fact that he can get to me
so easily. No. I will not give in to his
taunts.
“Stop fantasising about that idiot pet of yours and get your
arse changed. We're sparring”
I sigh again, same old one tracked mind. At least I get to take my
anger from earlier out on him, before he rearranges my face while
reminding me I only exist `cause he couldn't be bothered to pull
out one night some 16 years ago.