Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Want... Over-turned ❯ The want... over-turned. ( One-Shot )

The Want… Over-turned.

By: Nicole Gagnon

A surge of dull pain ran through my body as the complete darkness ends and I awaken. Opening my eyes, my lids still feeling heavy and unwilling to move, all I see is just more darkness. Going to push myself up, I `decide' not to for my joints ache even more with slight movement. As I begin to become more alert my limbs only throb more. Maybe I pushed myself too hard this time… The `maybe' was unneeded, for I knew I had.

Closing my eyes again; I just enjoy the calm silence of the field.

"I can't believe it's night already… I must have passed out." I whisper to myself. It had become a bad habit of mine… to talk to myself, but honestly, it wasn't like I usually had anyone to talk to.

Squinting my eyes tighter, I realize that my body feels quite warm… abnormally warm. I set my hand on my face and wipe at the sweat, but I know it's not all sweat, and a small stinging proves it further. I can't help but wonder how much damage I had done to myself this time… my face in particular. The last time I had trained like I had this morning, I had taken my own ki blast to the right side of my cheek, neck and shoulder. I could still feel the rough grain of the skin on my one cheek. The course scorched flesh underneath my fingertips as they made their way down to my chin, and then my hand falls to the ground again.

I must have dozed off again, even if only for a short time, but when I become aware of myself again, I feel even more heat inflaming beneath my skin. Now however I feel increasingly restless; despite the fact that I didn't feel capable of doing much about it. The aggravation riles up inside of me like a pent up anxiety that booms at my non-responsive limbs.

Why do I feel like this…? The answer came to that thought when I can feel the fur on my tail stand on end and I open my eyes. My pupils focusing slowly but shrink at the sight of the three-quarter moon, I quickly look to the side, trying to roll to the side as well, but with the failure of doing so, my muscles tense even more as my fingertips sink into the ground. The soil cracks and shifts with the gripping of my hands, and as I pull up weakly. The moon's aura isn't now strong enough to make me transform into an Oozaru, but my bloody tail hits aggressively against the ground, and shoots a strip of pain into my spine every time it beats down in its hostile routine. Just from the sight of the moon three-quarters full I can feel such a desire, my instincts rising within me. The feeling is almost indescribable; a craving… an aggressive, the yearning of an inner beast.

A faint ki presents itself in my senses; located at the other end of the field. The tall grass, which had not been flattened by the day's events or by my fall, blows softly in the breeze and I can faintly… slowly sense the ki with an increase in ease, as it walks amongst the grass. I sniff at the air anyways, trying to catch a scent within it. Forever seemed to pass as I did take in a scent, but realization of who's it was came almost instantaneously.

I growl out, "Yinju…" My lips curl into the beginning of a snarl.

The sound of a soft chuckle catches my attention and I widen my eyes in surprise, trying to look over. Indeed he was already there; I can see his dark figure leaning against one of the trees that borderline the field.

"Come now, am I really that detestable?" He comments; his voice filled with a mocking amusement.

I don't answer him, but watch closely, tensing my throbbing muscles. I do feel, however a little better, but far from well, just exhausted. I can see it though, even with him in the shadows; his body language saying enough. He felt the same way I do, the force of the moon upon him; his tail unable to stay resting around his waist. It sends a sort of fear through me…. If he is feeling the same way I was then…

I don't even finish my thought… knowing it was true but trying to deny the fact, then the distraction of Yinju walking closer to me pulls me back to what is happening. I push up on my elbows, trying to lever them underneath myself, hoping to get up or in a more overriding position. He crouches down next to me however and examines me over quickly, taking in major details. I doubt he would have had so much nerve if I hadn't been so weakened, or perhaps… he would have the same nerve after all I just wouldn't have taken notice. He places a hand on my shoulder and pushes down sternly, I try to push back, but it only hurts so I give in and lay my shoulders back on the ground.

"Still doing your death training I see…" His voice is dominating and full of the same passion I can feel; something hard to hide.

However, I do not reply to his statement, rather in the most demanding voice I can muster I snap out. "Get your hand off me, right now." His hand still holds me down, putting force on to my shoulder and making me feel helplessly pinned to the earth.

He smirks slightly and only pushes done harder. I sneer at him, and manage to conjure the strength to cross jab at his chest. I had been aiming for his face, but miss unfortunately; though with enough luck at least I got him in the chest with quite some force. He falls back a little, catching himself easily with his hand, but still resulting in the removal of the pressure from my shoulder. I don't know how I manage, but I get up and glare at him, my bristled tail lashing the air showing the pain I felt as well as the disdain towards him. I can still feel the tiredness waning on my muscles, but try to keep that out of my thoughts.

His small smirk only grows as he stands up, and then taps his cheek in indication. "Still got some spunk I see, too bad you missed." His eyes flicker a little wickedly with his unspoken desire.

It fills me with an odd sensation of wanted terror. I too hold back these urges and instincts; but it becomes more straining as I feel the aura of the moon showering down upon me. I take a few steps back and clench my fists in a vain threat. He walks towards me, not heeding it one bit. The impression of a beast stalking its prey, following after him; I refuse to run though; in no way would I not face him. I take another step back nevertheless, the feeling of panic taking over when the feeling of cold and rough bark touches against my bare shoulders. I glance to the side to see the tree in which I had backed up into. A painful gasp escapes from my lips as I look back a head of me and Yinju's hand already reaches over then is on my throat. His skin lightly grazing mine, he holds lightly and loosely, but that isn't the point, it is an act of dominance and it clearly shows in his dark eyes. The feeling of my instincts wanting to take over fills my gut, and it only increases as he kisses my forehead. I look into his ebony eyes again as they return to my gaze and I can see it, he's holding back. Why? … Why didn't I want him to? Glancing away with my eyes, I can feel the heat swelling in my cheeks. Getting the feeling he's looking at me and seeing the same thing, I lean back fully against the tree and close my eyes. I can feel his lips come to rest against my cheek, a silent peck almost, before running his tongue across my granite cheek.

Whether it is the moon's rays or something else, I suddenly feel a new heat, a hot flash that runs through my body. My free hand moves up and I run it through his raven hair, my other hand being held down against the rough surface of the tree. He smirks again and kisses me on the lips. I let him, but strain my will to not kiss him back. A chill travels up my back as I feel his hand's cold touch underneath my shirt, and I give a little tremble as his fingers move across my skin. I open my eyes quickly wanting to push him away but unknowingly to me, his tail has already wrapped around my wrist, and my own tail is about my thigh. With my hands immobile I do the first thing that comes to mind. Pressing forward I kiss him back before biting down hard upon his lower lip. We both pull away, and I can taste the salinity of blood on my lip. His eyes narrow and he hand retreats from under my shirt before returning to my neck.

I let the bead of his blood run down my lip, where as it is already running down from his and down his chin. I raise my own chin superiorly, despite my current position.

"What too rough for yah?" I manage to mutter out in a joking yet snappy tone.

A devious look returns to his expression but a much more frigid one now. "No, it's rather tame I'd say, but I didn't want to push you when you're so weak." A mocking air being held within his characters.

A growl escapes from my throat and I roughly pull my wrist from his tail, punching for his jaw. He catches it easily and closes his fist around mine; making it tighter gradually. I try to pull it away but can't and a pain starts growing in my knuckles, quickly spreading throughout my hand and even into my arm. He places his other hand on my shoulder now and presses down slowly, though forcefully. It now is a challenge for dominance, and I know I would loose quickly; my knees already starting to throb. Reluctantly I kneel down, hating myself for not being able to fight back. The pain spreads through me slowly like a snake coiling around its prey, but this snake attacks my pride as well. How he must be enjoying this.

I grimace, and look up to him, thinking I see his smirk fade. "Yinju… please… it… I just can't…" My voice was weak, though I try to but just can't fortify it. I swear I saw his smirk fade after I said those words. My tired eyes look away now, and his excited tail lowered, almost becoming limp like mine except for a small superior arch.

I can't remember exactly what all happened, but I feel my eye lids become heavy again, the boost of adrenaline from the moon feels to be running low, and the pain comes on again, now more viciously. Everything else feels like a dream, unsure if I was awake or dreaming.

I'm not sure when he had taken his hand off my shoulder or when he had crouched down, but without his support I lean back a little and feel myself falling back; the heat within my skin feeling as if someone had just fueled the fire. I feel his arms come around me, and I suppose he stopped my fall. He had won… and I had almost helped him. The shame mixes with the pain to make it all the more unbearable, but I wait for him; even for a kiss… something was wrong. He just kept me in his arms, almost cradling me. I manage to look up, in my tiredness confused, and I can see him watching me carefully. Right before my eyes meet with his, he looks away to the horizon; he had only let them meet for a short moment. It seems as though the moment our eyes met lasted at least two… I saw it though, his pain. He was holding back everything a saiya-jin and a moon meant, other than the transforming. I slide my hand slowly up his chest, keeping it in contact with him, so as to not loose its location, then I bring it around the back of his neck and hold it there.

I think it surprises him, but I can't be sure and he shifts slightly so it is easier for me to keep my palm there. I continue to look up wearily at him and he looks down at me, as if to say something but he doesn't, before looking away again. I can't be sure if I looked away as well, but everything starts to get fuzzy and then darkness again; more complete than the lighted night.

I awake to the sunlight in my eyes, and moan out loud, forming barely audible words. "The sun…?"

I had fallen asleep and only now was realizing it. I found myself in a sitting up position too. Lifting my hand up, I stretch it back to feel for Yinju, but my fingers miss their mark and stub into the bark of the tree. I look over my shoulder to find that in fact I am leaning against a tree. Was it just a dream? I shake my head to reassure myself, it couldn't have been.

I look down at my lap and my eyes widen a little, "What the- …?" Binging arms into a better view, I look at them for a long moment to make sure what I saw was real, but it still didn't quite trigger.

They were now wrapped and patched up where they had been hurt. I can feel the stiff wrapping around my lower ribs as well. I feel as if this is a cruel trick… I'd look back and the wrappings would be gone, but closing my eyes, I wait a moment then look back and sure enough the wrappings are still there. Bringing my hand to my cheek slowly, I find a small patch there as well.

"Yinju… was this you?" I want to shout it out, to receive an answer, but it escapes my lips only as a whisper, my voice a little spooked nevertheless.

I bite down lightly on my lip, and the familiar salty taste of his blood came to my attention. It hadn't been a dream… I could imagine my eyes sparkling at that moment, for I could feel them ready to tear. Yinju had pushed away instincts, desires, and hate to help me.

I look to the beautiful clear sky, but suddenly my heart sinks again, and I can only frown with desperation. I love him… at least what he used to be, but next time we meet we will be enemies again. A tear trails down from my scarred eye, and I can't help but grin from the irony… what has my life become?

The End

For now.