Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Somewhere Only We Know: Sequel to Becoming Trunks ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Trunks flew at lightning speed towards the Satan City Hotel and Suites. He landed on the roof of the building across the street from the hotel and looked down onto the busy street below. Sure enough, Miyuki's cab pulled up to the entrance and she got out from the back of the car. Trunks descended into the alley between his building and the next one over and emerged in the street just as Miyuki was walking through the hotel's revolving doors. He hesitated, uncertain if he should try to get her attention or just follow her up to her room. When he did enter into the hotel lobby, he caught her already stepping into the elevator and the doors quickly closing behind her. He stood and watched the numbers rise on the elevator's display until they stopped at the number ten. The corner of his mouth turned up in triumph. He was able to deduce that she was staying on the tenth floor, but how could he figure out what room she was in?

Trunks grinned at his reflection in the polished elevator doors, before turning and walking to the reception desk of the hotel. The female clerk behind the front desk immediately recognized him and scurried over to where he was, eager to help him in any way possible. "I need to know what room Miyuki He is staying in," stated Trunks with presidential authority.

The clerk smiled at him, then turned to her computer and began clicking away on the keyboard. Her cheerful face turned serious as she looked back at Trunks. "I am sorry, Mr. Briefs, but Miss He does not wish for her room number to be given out to anyone. She left explicit instructions with the manager of the hotel on this matter."

Trunks smiled his most cunning and persuasive smile at the clerk and then softly asked her, "I am sure she would want to make an exception for me, don't you," he paused and looked down at her nametag, "Mari?" He then winked at her.

The clerk blushed and nervously glanced down at her computer screen. Just as he had expected, she grabbed a pen and paper, jotted down the room number and quickly handed it to Trunks, before anyone else could notice. When he reached for the paper, he made sure to brush against her hand with his and mouthed the words "thank you" to her. As he walked away, she blinked and swooned, swearing to herself that she would never wash her hand again where he had touched it.

Trunks chuckled under his breath. It was so easy, he thought. Most women were more than willing to give him whatever he wanted. Perhaps that was why Miyuki was the only woman who stole his heart. She never gave him an easy time of it, and most certainly did not give him whatever he wanted. Before getting on the elevator, he went into the hotel gift shop and picked up a small bouquet of flowers, remembering the first time he asked her out. He then got on the elevator and rode it to the tenth floor. Before knocking on her door, he straightened his tie a little and ran his hand through his hair. He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. This time things would be different-this time he was going to be strong. He knocked on the door.

Miyuki had been sitting on her bed when she heard the knock at her door. She had just finished changing out of her business suit and into a more comfortable outfit of sweat pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. She was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when she heard the knock. She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. When she saw who it was, she backed up a little and took a deep breath. She unlatched the door and opened it.

Trunks met her eyes and they stared at each other for a passing moment before Miyuki broke the silence. "What do you want?" she asked dryly.

"I thought we should talk some more-in private," he said and handed her the flowers.

Miyuki took the flowers and turned away from him. When she walked by the dresser, she dropped them on it, not bothering to put them in water. Then she walked over to a chair and sat down. "So, what else is there to say? I was pretty much done with what I had to say to you."

Trunks shut the door and followed her into the room. As he sat down on the foot of the bed, he noticed some sketches spread on top of the bedspread. Upon closer examination, he spied a partially finished drawing of what looked like him. "What's this?"

"Nothing!" said Miyuki and quickly attempted to gather up the drawings and place them in her briefcase. Trunks quickly snatched the picture he had been curious about and stood up, holding it above her head. Miyuki tried to jump up and grab it, but could not reach, so she dropped her arms and looked at him in desperation. "It's nothing, really!"

"This looks like me. I had no idea you could draw like this." Trunks said, genuinely amazed, again looking at the picture in his hand.

"I have always loved to draw, I just never made the time to do it."

The second Trunks brought his hand down, she nabbed the paper and put it back in her briefcase with her other drawings. "Can you get on with what you have to say, because I have a dinner date." In truth, Miyuki's date was with her old friend Sayuri, but she didn't want Trunks to know that.

Trunks looked at her, unsure of what to do next. At this point in his life, he had become so used to getting his way through manipulating people, especially women, that he didn't know how to handle her. It became obvious to him that she had no intention of falling for his usual tricks. He looked down at the floor, silently searching for exactly the right words to say. He then looked back at her and stated simply, "I've missed you."

Miyuki stared at him with a disgusted look on her face. "Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it," she said mockingly as she plopped back into the chair.

"What do you want me to do to make this up to you? Is there anything at all I could say to you that would make you want to take your job back?"

"I want you to run your company the way it is supposed to be run…and stay out of my life."

Trunks looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "If you know so much about running Capsule Corp., then tell me what to do!"

Miyuki got up from the chair and grabbed her briefcase. Out of it, she pulled several manila folders and her day planner and handed them to Trunks. "Here is everything I still have that pertains to Capsule Corp. I suggest you give this stuff to whomever you hire to replace me. You don't need me to tell you what to do. That is why I am quitting. You need to figure that out yourself."

Trunks gritted his teeth. "You're not going to cut me any slack, are you?" he asked, chuckling.

"Not likely," answered Miyuki, tossing her briefcase onto the bed.

"How will I ever replace you?"

"In the business world, everyone is expendable, Trunks. As President, you need to realize that harsh fact. Find someone who isn't afraid to speak his or her mind to you, and who will be brutally honest with you. Don't put another `yes' man, like Mitsu, into that position."

"If you move back here, I can't promise to stay out of your life. I have kept track of you as well, and I know there is no man in your life right now."

"How would you know that?" If the truth were known, there wasn't. She had been on a few dates since their summer together, but nothing ever worked out. Her ambition and career had taken up too much of her attention for her to have any type of social life.

"I just know. I know everything you have done for the last seven years."

Miyuki sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Okay, so what do you know?"

"I know that you went out with around five different men, and that they all dumped you. I also know your date tonight is not with a man, but with your friend, Sayuri."

Miyuki opened her eyes wide and made a disgusted grunt. "How did you know my date was with Sayuri?"

"Actually, I didn't know that, I just made a wild guess." He smirked at her. "If it wasn't with her, either you would tell me with whom it was…or I would eventually find out regardless."

She shook her head and looked towards the open window. "I am not sure I like you very much right now. You are almost scary…almost."

Trunks chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "I might not have learned much by way of running a company, but I did learn how to stay well-informed!"

The two of them sat in silence, each trying to figure out what the other was thinking; neither not willing to admit how lonely and desperate they had become. Finally, Miyuki broke the awkward silence, "How is your mom?"

"She's about the same. She still helps out in the lab. I can't get her to slow down."

Miyuki smiled at his remark. Bulma was another person whose company she had missed terribly while she had been away. "Maybe I will call her."

"She'd like that." Trunks glanced about the room and saw a newspaper with some words circled sitting on an end table. Curious, he walked over to the paper and picked it up. It was folded open to the section showing current apartment rental listings. Trunks didn't want to look at her. His emotions were becoming too jumbled up inside. He wanted to hold her close and tell her how much she meant to him, but he also didn't want her to see any weakness within him. He was not allowed to be weak in his current position. "You can stay at Capsule Corp.; that is, until you find a more permanent place."

"No, I can stay here till I find a place. I was going to go apartment hunting tomorrow."

"I have a fully-furnished apartment at Capsule Corp. It's pretty nice, but I still end up going to Mom's for dinner most nights." It would be perfect if you came and stayed with me so that I had something wonderful to come home to, he thought. He turned to face her. She was still sitting in the chair, but not as tense as she had been a few moments ago. She also looked much more comfortable in what she was currently wearing than in the business suit she had on earlier. "We have both changed, haven't we?" he asked with a hint of regret in his voice.

Miyuki nodded her head in agreement. "The last thing you said to me before I got on the plane was that you wouldn't change."

"And, as I recall, you said I would." Another long, uncomfortable silence ensued until finally Trunks decided it would be best if he just left. "You know where to find me, if you need anything," He returned the paper to the end table and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at her. She had risen from the chair and had moved closer to him. "Good-bye, Miyuki."

"Good-bye, Trunks," she replied softly. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each asking themselves the same question: Had both of them really changed so much that they couldn't be together now? He watched her move closer to him and he took his hand off the doorknob. All at once, Miyuki abandoned her self-control and ran towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Trunks returned her hug, just as hard, wrapping his arms around her waist.

They clung to each other, neither one wanting to be the first to let go. Miyuki felt that if she let go, she might have to give some sort of explanation for her behavior, and she couldn't explain it. Trunks held on, afraid he might never get the chance to hold her again. Her hair was a little shorter, but everything else about her felt the same as he remembered. In the far reaches of his memory, he had never forgotten her scent, the curves of her body, and the softness of her hair, no matter how hard he tried. He tipped his head back slightly and whispered in her ear, "I never forgot you, Miyuki."

She closed her eyes delighting in the feel of his breath against her ear. She moved her head back, welcoming the touch of his lips, running across the skin of her neck and under her chin. Miyuki interlaced her fingers in his lavender hair as he continued kissing the skin of her neck. His mouth moved upward to her mouth so that he could satisfy his craving for her lips that he had felt since the moment he laid eyes on her in his office. Eagerly, Miyuki returned his kiss, barely able to catch her breath.

Miyuki suddenly got a huge dose of conscience and pulled away from his kiss. When she gazed at those mesmerizing blue eyes, she saw a glimpse of the old Trunks she remembered. They stared into each other's eyes, neither knowing what to say or do next. Miyuki bit her lip and finally whispered, "What now?"

"I'm not sure," said Trunks softly as he brought his hand up to rest on her cheek.

She closed her eyes and let her head lean into his warm hand. It felt so good to be touched again, especially by him. She had missed his gentle touch. She reached up and caressed his hand with her own, gently stroking his fingers.

Trunks wanted to pick her up and throw her on the bed, to spend the rest of the afternoon rediscovering the curves of her body, but he knew that this wasn't right for them at that moment. "Miyuki," he said, and she opened her eyes to gaze once more at him. "Give me the time that I need to make things right at Capsule Corp. Then we can finish what we have started here."

Miyuki nodded in agreement, although in her heart the last thing she wanted to do was let him go out the door of her hotel room.

Trunks put his other hand on her opposite cheek and pulled her to him, kissing her on the forehead. He turned to leave, but Miyuki stopped him. "Don't forget these." She quickly retrieved the stack of folders and her day planner and placed the items into his hands.

He smiled at her and said, "Thanks." She watched him walk out the door and close it behind him.

Instead of being relieved or elated by what had just happened, Miyuki dropped down onto the hotel bed, feeling more defeated than ever. How many times had she told herself that she would not allow herself to become involved with him again? Before today, her being so far removed in North America had helped her emotionally distance herself away from him. Before this moment, it had been much easier to envision Trunks Briefs as her enemy, the bane of her existence, causing her more grief in the last seven years than she had ever thought possible. Now he was here, in person; his muscles and his lips, undoing in a few scant minutes all her carefully laid-out plans. Sighing as she stood up, she looked over at the dresser and stared at the flowers he had brought. In a fit of exasperation, she picked them up and heaved them at the door, scattering petals all about the entryway. "How can I hate and love someone so much at the same time?" she said out loud.