"Well, you see Trunks, the thing is I..." His facade wears away a little and the smallest light of sadness dulling his eyes doesn't go un-noticed. That right there, ladies and gentleman, is manipulation at it's best.
"Yes?" He asked, his voice not doing as well his face, descreet -wise. Oh, god, I swear, if I live through this day...
"Iiii....See, the thing is, I can't make such a decision without a reliable basis. Since we have no real past together, I can't decide until you give me a few credible *reasons* for me to say." There, that came out pretty painless. I mean, it sounds knowledgable, right?
Trunks coughed into his hand, and his eyes wandered around a few moments before he reached into his pocket to pull out his cell. Holding up a finger indicating for me to wait, the food beckoned and my body seated itself to eat it.
A few moments later, he closed it and smiled as he turned.
"Okay, Goten. Everythings set. You might wanna change though."
I eyed him in a curious fashion, waiting for his reasoning. He didn't seem eager in explaining, so the fork was dropped as I stood.
"And why, dare say, would I have to do that?"
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
It seemed, as I was to learn two hours later as our plane crusied over mile after mile of field, that he interpreted this as 'Risking our lives to make memories to tell our children.' This, if you still do not understand, can be translated into this.
He
Took
Me
Sky-Diving.
That's right. It also seems, that my dear DEAR Trunks has conveniantly forgotten that I have a mind-bogglingly(AN- this may not be a word, but If *I* were in his situation, I would be making up words too!) LARGE FEAR of HEIGHTS! At about the age of four, my brother who was very interested in airplanes at the time, decided to build one and use his young, gullible brother as his test pilot.
So, there I was, sitting in the cockpit with my goggles and helmet on about fourty feet off the ground when he tells me over the headpiece he'd given me, that he forgot to put some more gas in it. Therefor, the plane crashed.
Now that I think about it, it kind explains why mom would've thought that me being gay was a mental defect...
Back to the subject at hand. Sitting here in this plane, a pack strapped to my back that connects me to Trunks. I'm assuming he's done this before, since when my friend went sky-diving, the same thing happened. She was strapped to an instructor who worked the mechanics while she enjoyed the ride. Sounds like half the straight people's sex lives I've heard about.
"Okay now Goten. We're almost near the drop point. Are you ready?"
What kind of dumb ass question is that?
"Uh, sure. But Trunks, this isn't what I meant-"
"Great! C'mon now. Just walk like this.." After a few minutes, he did manage to get us over to the doors which is quite the feat considering our positions.
A burst of cold air hit me as he slid open the door.
"One..."
This is wrong. This is VERY VERY WRONG! I don't wanna do this. My mother would have a heart attack if she knew. My brother would start naming off the statistics of how many people die a year doing this..AH! Don't think about that...
"Two..."
'Well, at least you won't die a virgin, right dude?' Greg? What are you doing here? 'I'm your guide, Goten.'
WHAT?! Why am I going to-
"Three!"
"CRAPPPPPPPPPPP!" My instincts kick in and just as I was about to fall out of the plane backwards, my hands grabbed the sides of the door and we stopped moving.
"Goten, what are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry Trunks, but I can't do this. It's insane!" I'm struck with the thought of how ironic this whole situation is, and that I would only call this specific point in time, *insane* Hm..Go figure.
"I'm preventing us from plunging to our DOOMS obviously."
"We are NOT going to DIE, Goten. This is all the newest and best of everything we need. The chances of us even breaking a leg are down to none. Now just ease your hands of the plane.."
"Why should I trust you?!" I shouted out, the words coming out of nowhere.
"WHAT?!" His voice is full of incredulous, and a small part of me is offended.
"Yeah, why should I trust you? I mean, we've known eachother for a grand total of three days now. There's no way for me to know that you didn't rig this parachute to not work and kill me!"
"Goten, if this thing doesn't work, I would die too."
Oh yeah. Forgot about that.
"Oh."
"OH MY GOD GOTEN! LET GO I'M GONNA FALL!!!"
"What do you mean, 'I'm gonna fall!'?"
"I'm slippping out of the harness and am about to fall to my death!!"
"Oh.....OH!" The words finally compute, so my fingers loosen and we fall. The first few seconds are filled with the sound of wind howling past my ears, but are soon replaced with his laughter.
"What is so funny?"
"You...You fell for it!!" What the hell is he talking about now? He's not drunk... maybe it's something in the air?
"You believed that I was gonna FALL?! After I'd just told you how safe it was..." He shoke his head and I kicked his leg.
"You bastard! I HATTt....you..." As I was beginning my berating, Trunks and flipped us around and my breath was whisked away as the view of endless country fields full of life filled my vision.
"Wow..." Was the only word I could muster. The peace filled the area around us for awhile before his movements rocked our bodies.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to open our parachute so we can land safely."
"Oh." My somewhat tense muscles relaxed and my eyes continued to roam the scene.
"What do you have to do for that? Any special series of ropes to pull or something complicated like that?" He shook his head.
"Nope. I'm trying to figure out how to do it now..."
"What?" I couldn't have heard him correctly. "Why would you need to do that? It's not like you've never done this before, right?"
"Of course I haven't. I'm a business man. I don't have time to sky-dive on a regular basis."
"SO YOU BROUGHT US UP HERE NOT KNOWING WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
"Yeah, basically. It can't be that hard though, right?"
The uselessness of answering was obvious so I remained silent. If I was going to die, it'd be thinking of my life, not conversing with him.
Him, the stupid stupid ass, that he is. Him the cute stupid stupid ass that he is. I smiled.
Things were beginning to improve.
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Bra sighed and tilted back her head, the endless drone of the television sounding clearly in the thrity foot room. She sat on the couch of her room. A headache had creeped it's way to her head as she'd just spent the past twenty minutes getting her ear yelled off by her ex. This was not her weekend. That was supposed to end in a few minutes though...
In fact, it should be ending right about now..
*DING Dong*
Now.
She stood and adjusted the vest of her suit before walking down the stairs to open the door.
"Yes? And how may I help you?"
Pan's eyes looked at her, eyes widening for a moment before returning to normal.
"Um, yes, I'm Son Pan..Goten's niece. I was told that I could find my uncle here." Bra smiled and opened the door.
"Ah yes. I heard your message. He's not here right now, but I'd be happy to show you around until he gets back." Pan looked around the expansive hallway before her and shrugged.
"What the hell?"
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"What?"
I'm deciding not to answer, just sitting across from him and glaring is plenty enough for me. The small line under his left eye, the bag under his right, the little scar right by his adam's apple..ALL were under my surveilance and to my undescribable glee, it was all bothering him.
"What?!"
His eyes turn a shade darker of blue when he's irritated, I see. I wouldn't know if my eyes become lighter or darker. They're dark brown, don't know if that change or not...
"Goten..." His eyes narrow but my lips just smirk at him. Let him do his worst.
"You can't glare at me forever..."
"Try me."
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. I do likewise, proud that he's finally realized you can't mess with a Son.
"I'm sorry, okay? But it was the only thing that would let you let go!" My eyebrow raises. That was the best he could think of? I have been seriously over-crediting him.
"Fine. But sky-diving? Why that?" His frown softens his eyes and he leans forward, taking my hand is his. I resist the urge to take it away.
"Goten, If I'd had any idea that you were afraid of heights, or that it would've bothered you that much, I never would have taken you. You know that I would never purposely do anything to frighten or harm you...right?"
Oh GODDDDDDDDDdddd....This isn't FAIR! My resolve breaks and I muster a small smile.
"I guess. I mean, where would you be without me, right?"
"Single and bored. You?"
"About the same." We laughed in sync and he reached into the limo's fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine. His change of eye contact made me thankful. He couldn't see the apparent brush of red on my face.
What was it abou this guy, I wondered as he filled up our glasses and handed me my own. Why couldn't I be mad at him for disrupting my life and moving my stuff when anyone in their right mind would?
When some part of me knows I should?
"To us?" He proposes, raising his glass. The life sparkling his blue eyes blinds me to any other thoughts and my glass raises to his.
"To us."
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Pan fell onto the countertop, her black hair covering her face.
"Dear GOD how do you people survive this place?! All those floors..and all those rooms...So long.."
Bra half smiled, half smirked at the younger girl before turning to the cabinets.
"Could I interest you in food? I'm sure you've exerted a lot of energy in the exhausting tour you've just undergone." Pan looked up at the girl, contempt showing on her face. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' she wondered to herself, nodding curtly. 'Nobody treats me like a little un-fit kid.'
"I'm surprised you could walk up the stairs in those heels and those implants," Pan muttered while with one fluent motion, she stood and pulled an orange from the basket atop the fridge. Bra turned to her, appearing unfazed by comment.
"Women of my *class*," she began to reply, forcing emphasis on the word. "Don't need implants and the shoes only show my inner sense of stamina. What excuse do you have?"
Pan gaped and scowled at the girl. She was really grinding her nerves. The other woman laughed and took a sip of her water.
"What's your problem?" She asked after taking a bite of her orange. "Some guy ram ya the wrong way?"
The pained expression that finally crossed the blue haired woman's face struck Pan with guilt.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have opened up my mouth.."
"No, that's fine," Bra replied, appearing to have brushed the comment off.
"You were wrong, by the way. A man didn't ram me the wrong way."
Confusion was written on Pan's face as she watched Bra approach. The distance between them sparse and Pan felt her face redden.
"Re...Really? Then...what happened?" Bra looked down into the other girls face before smiling.
"A woman did." Pan's eyes only had a few seconds to widen before her mouth was silenced by Bra's lips. The last intelligent words to run through her mind were simple.
'Holy Shit.'
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The atmosphere between the two of us had lightened, whether it was the pointless conversation or the two glasses of wine, I couldn't tell you.
We exited the limo and thanked the driver. It was only when we'd turned around that my eyes found a sight to make me sober immediately. Trunks bumped into me and began to yell out and before I could stop him, he did, catching the attention of the last person I'd thought I'd ever see.
"Goten? Is that you?" My grasp on his Trunks shirt tightened and looked him in the eyes.
"Thanks."
"What'd I do?" I turned away from him before muttering.
"Enough." Okay, here goes nothing Goten. Now, it won't be so bad, just keep cool, keep calm, and treat her like the person she is. The worst thing that could happen is she dis-owns you. Wait. Knowing her, that's probably the LEAST harmful thing that'll happen to me today.
"Hi Mom!"
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