Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trench Coat ❯ A shame, you seemed an honest man ( Chapter 2 )

Trench coat chapter three

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Finally, the end of the day.

I head out the hall quickly, into the parking lot where kids are loitering, waiting for rides.

" Nimbus!" I yell up to the sky. In a moment the puffy cloud is by my side. I smirk and start to pet it.

" Atleast I know I'll always have *you* boy." I whisper. I jump ontop of Nimbus and we fly off into the distance, leaving school in the dust. Forever.

One would think I'd be sad leaving all of my friends. Hell no, I don't think I had any friends there besides the friends who have the adress to the apartment I'll be in. Here's a small list.

Bulma>girlfriend and love of my life

ChiChi>Old crush and best friend

Kururin>Like a brother

Tien>Was on the football team with me year round, so we became good friends

Eight Man> Also in the football team with me year round. Really nice guy.

Nail>Really silent and smart, but a good friend. Exactly the same age as me.

Dende>Nail's younger brother who is still in 8th grade.

Piccolo>Nail and Dende's older brother who has already graduated 5 years ago.

Trunks> a creepy guy, but hey, he seems nice enough. He won't tell me who he is or who his parents are, or where he lives. He's exactly the same age as me.

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Yeah, well, that's it I guess. There might be a few more people I casually gave the adress to, but no one so important that I'd really remember.

I'm not really a people person, ya know?

But instead of going east back to turtle island, I take another direction to a different part of West city.

I'm going to my manga club.

Yeah, manga's been a passion of mine since I was very small. Master Roshii had purchased one casually for me a long time ago, and I fell inlove with them. All of the different kinds, from Saint Tail to X1999, and so many more.

I guess you think I'm sort of a nerd now. Well, lot's of people think so at school. Manga's not the most popular subject on campus.

" Bye Nimbus!" I call to it. It takes off into the sky again and I enter the small building we stopped infront of.

It's a very solitary, bright place inside. Here we create our own mangas, draw, all that artistic...stuff. There's about 20 of us, all sitting atlong white tables.

As I sit down, the president of the club walks up to the front. He usually gives us a theme to draw on, or something. It's acctually kind of fun. It jogs your creativity.

" Now." The president says, " Today's themes are dreams. Draw what you see in your dreams, anything. Many people believe that dreams are gateways to the spirit and soul. I think---"

I'm not really listening to him. I never do. He always goes on with these long, stupid speeches.

I've started drawing now, already. I always use a 6 H pencil, like today. I'm really trying to draw my best today, because this will be my last day here.

As soon as I start drawing, I feel myself go into a trance; I feel lost. But it's a good lost. I feel complete, it's so hard to describe.

I start to lightly sketch. I don't even know what I'm drawing, it's like my hand is working on its own.

I lean my cheek on my free hand as I stare dreamily down at my work.

" That's a nice pic." A girl says behind my shoulder, gazing down at it. I kind of snap out of my daze, and look at what I've drawn.

It's a man. He looks like a character drawn straight from a professional manga story; he's got black, sketchy, firey hair, and a long widow's peak, almost cartoonish in reality.

" Thankyou." I say quickly, before I start to draw again, staring almost lovingly at the drawing I've drawn; he looks....so real. As if I could reach out and touch him, and I could touch his skin.

I get finished with the body. He's wearing a long black, sketched coat. It looks almost like--

A trench coat.

I notice that the young girl is still staring with fascination over my shoulder.

" Who is he?" She asked playfully.

I ignore her. I know it's not nice to ignore people when they take an interest in you.

I sketch in his face roughly. His eyes are dark, almost like coal. He's staring at me, and I get the sense that he's real. I've never drawn something quite like this before.

" Do you like to draw?" The girl asks me. I nod in silent reply.

" Yeah? And how does that make you feel?" She asks me.

" Like I'm remembering something from a dream that's hidden, far, far away. Out of my reach. So....I have to put it on paper..."

" Are you going to give this character a name? He's very cool. How about..Daisuke? Or Sage?" She suggests names to me.

I snap from my daze, and think about the names in haste. But none of them really fit him. I can just tell.

I feel my eyes brighten as I gently touch the paper, smearing some of the delicate and fine led on the paper.

" Vegeta...." I hear myself whisper, subconsiously.

My..dream..

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When I finally get home, the sun has already set and the sky is a dark blue, with millions of stars in the sky. I jump off of Nimbus and wave him goodbye. I don't want to wake up Kururin or Master Roshi if they're sleeping. Roshi always throws a fit if I wake him up.

There aren't any lights on, but I can hear Roshi snoring on the couch right when I walk in. I walk past my snoring master and walk right up the stairs, and into my bedroom. It's exactly 10:00. I see that Kururin isn't in his bed, but where would he be?

I decide not to worry about it, and hoist myself up onto the top bunk. Can't really use the ladder anymore.

I pull over the covers, and force myself to try and fall asleep. I can't. So I just lay there, listening to the small waves as they wash over the sand of turtle island.

Just as I feel that I may fall asleep any moment, I hear a rumbling outside like a jet engine. Then I'm greeted by the laughter of teenagers, screaming, sounding like they're drunk. I groan.

So much for sleeping, ne?

I jump out of the second bunk and walk towards the single, small window of the room. I look out, and I see several capsule corperation jet planes/cars outside parked on the beach. There's a bunch of kids laughing, probably drunk from what I can hear and see.

What bakas.

I see Kururin wave some friends goodbye and head towards the house. Then I hear Roshi yelling at him, scolding him on staying out so late and waking him up. I hear Kururin say something like, " Whatever" to him, and head upstairs.

I quickly scramble up into my own bed so Kururin doesn't think that I was spying on him or anything. I burry myself in the covers, and I stare into the darkness as I listen to his foot steps on the wooden staircase.

What the hell is up with Kururin? Suddenly he's staying out until 11:30 partying with his so called 'friends'? Last I knew, Roshi said we had to be home by atleast 10:00 or so.

Kururin opens the door, and without a word, gets undressed and crawls into his lower bunk. He probably thinks I'm asleep.

I'm about to open my mouth and ask him where he was, but I think it's none of my business.n I hear all of the cars and planes zoom off again towards West city, probably to drop more people off to their homes.

//What's wrong with you, Kururin...?//

I can feel myself slipping into fitful sleep.

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//Where am I..?//

I feel like I'm floating. I..I feel so empty. Void of feeling, cold, and incomplete. I've..never felt like this before...

My brain keeps telling me that I am only dreaming, but somehow I know this is something different from an average dream. I touch my face slowly with my hand. I am cold, every inch of me. It's like I've been dead in the ground for years.

I feel something float down and fall on my nose. I grab it before it falls off. I gasp when I realize I almost crushed the delicate thing. It's a feather.

//What is a feather doing here...?//

Before I can react, I feel something warm touch my hand. I realize that it is a human's hand, a man's. Even in my dreams I am not accustomed to holding another man's hand, but I can't bare to shake it away. It feels so comforting....

It's so silent. I feel the mysterious person's arms wrap tightly around me. He..he hugs me like I'm some sort of treasure...

I gasp, but I don't hear myself. I feel like I'm drowning in his touch, and all I can feel is the tough leather interior of his jacket against my cheek as he hugs me closer

I am almost afraid to look up and see who is holding me like this. No one has ever touched me anymore, and right now I don't even care if it is a dream. I can't tell the difference between the dream and reality anymore.

~~And you don't seem to understand...~~

I grip his coat and burry my face into the cold fabric. It's..too cold. I need something warmer. Something more comforting.

I spread the cold material of the coat and I find what I'm looking for--I stare for a moment at the dark tan skin of his toned chest. It reminds me of my self.

I can't keep myself from touching him. I don't know what's wrong with me; I don't really care.

Bulma never once crosses my mind.

~~ a shame you seemed an honest man~~

I feel the heated skin, untainted by anything; Such perfection that I know could only be in something dream-like. It feels so good to rub my palms across it. I sigh, but ofcourse I can't hear myself in this solitary dream. I lay my head upon the chest of my captor and he seems to be rocking me slowly, soundly.

I glance upwards. I want to see this person who has such an effect on me. I need to see his face, but when I see it, I can not believe my eyes.

Infront of me is my drawing; my creation that just seemed to pop out of nowhere in my head today. It feels as if I am seeing him for the first time, and yet he has been there right beside me my entire life without my knowing.

He is handsome; not in the way girls find young teenage boys attractive, but in a dark and mysterious way. His eyes are like dark orbs that could hold universe, and I can feel his soft breaths against my face, but I cannot hear them.

~and all those fears you hold so dear will turn to whisper in your ear.~

I stare, blankly, silently, as his face approaches closer to my own. Before I know it, his lips are silently pressed against my own. It feels so forbidden, so wrong, and still it feels alluring and exciting.

I want to jerk away. He's a man! This is gross! This is wrong! It's not right!! I'm not ga---

//Why is it wrong?//

He does not go any further than just kissing my lips in the gentlest way. I'm am mostly relieved, but a small part of me is disapointed that he didn't go just a little further.

I feel his warmth touch my cheek and caress it for a moment. I am just about to try and say something, but he disapears before I can utter a word. I am cold again, and I cannot shake the overwhelming feel of loneliness and despair that rests at the pit of my heart and my stomach now.

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