I'll Love You Forever
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,328
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
I know this chapter isn’t very good! But I felt I needed to put something! If you review…’hint hint’ I’ll post the next one faster! :D
To the lovely reviewers! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Chapter 6:
I shivered. A rock cut into my wrist as I tried to wrap my arms around myself. And what was that noise? More voices…wouldn’t stop…
I opened my eyes in a daze, immediately feeling a throb in my head. An alley? Through the small opening, I could see cars passing on the street. Sunlight lit up the alley slightly, peeking in through the narrow opening between the tall buildings.
In a rush, last night’s events returned and I turned, throwing up. I don’t remember it too well, but the few times I regained consciousness weren’t pleasant. I pushed myself to a sitting position, realizing I wasn’t wearing clothes. They lay around my bruised and battered body, dirty and grimy. With painful slowness, I got dressed and stood, holding the wall for support. My head hurt more than ever.
I stumbled into the street and pulled my hood up to avoid prying eyes. I eventually hobbled to my apartment, where a cop stood outside the entrance talking to the owner. I quickly crept around the building and listened in on their conversation.
“—sure it’s him,” the owner was saying, ruffling through some papers. “Here, look. His name’s the same, and I’m quite sure he looks the same.”
A pause as the policeman looked through the papers. “Alright, I’ll watch the entrance for a few hours,” he said gruffly.
The owner was practically hysterical. “Don’t you get it? I’m sure this is Son Goten, the one they’re looking for. What if he comes back and you’re not here? I can’t restrain him by myself, and I certainly won’t give up that cash reward!”
“Look here,” the cop practically growled, “we’ve received reports about this missing Son Goten ever since the announcement. The nation’s hysterical to him, and you’re certainly not the first to claim to have found him. I repeat, I’ll watch for a few hours.”
The owner shot a venomous look at the cop, who was unfazed, and left, stomping away angrily, muttering to himself. The cop waited on the steps, his eyes scanning the street.
Normal POV
Goten cursed his luck. Great, now he couldn’t get into his apartment. No doubt after the cop left, the owner would watch his apartment like a hawk. And he lived on the third floor, making it difficult to break in. Goten sighed and slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest.
He waited for hours, until the sun was almost set again and still the cop waited. Finally, as the cop left, the owner returned, standing guard over the door. Goten’s stomach rumbled, but he refused to abandon his post. All through the night the owner stood, and in the morning, someone else came to take his watch. After another day of this, Goten despaired. He simply could not go another day without food.
Goten weakly pushed himself up and staggered away, dizzy from hunger and pain. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He spent that day looking for a job, but no one would take him. He wouldn’t have taken himself either. He was dirty and had no ID on himself, as it had been stolen along with his wallet. Not to mention he refused to ever lower his hood, in case someone recognized him.
Two days later, Goten still had not secured a job. He had no money and was starving. He wandered around the streets at night, dreaming he was inside one of the fancy restaurants he passed, eating comfortably without any fear…with Trunks. Despite his dizzy state, he forced himself away from those thoughts concerning Trunks.
That night, when the city had quieted down, Goten found an alley and lay down, curling into a tight ball for heat. The sound of footsteps made him tense in fear, memories of the gang rape flooding his mind.
The footsteps passed but then returned. Goten opened his eyes to see a young man slightly older than him staring at him. He instinctively shied away, wishing the stranger would leave. He didn’t want trouble.
“Hey,” the stranger greeted. Goten didn’t respond and the stranger sighed. “Look, you seem like you need some help getting back on your feet. My name’s Kaiyo. Do you want me to buy you some food?”
Goten’s wide eyes stared unblinkingly into Kaiyo’s. Then it was as if a dam had broken. He released all the tension and stress built up since leaving Trunks. It showed in his eyes and Kaiyo saw the pain and hurt in Goten’s eyes.
Kaiyo smiled at Goten reassuringly, reaching a hand out to the dark haired boy. “Come on, we can go back to my place, and you can have a place to stay for the night.”
Although Goten’s innocence had been bruised, he was so desperate for a friend that he couldn’t resist the offer. He needed help, and he knew it. Goten reached out and grasped Kaiyo’s hand weakly. Kaiyo smiled sincerely and easily pulled Goten to his feet.
“So what’s your name?” Kaiyo asked as he led Goten out of the alley. “Hey wait, you’re the guy they’re looking for,” Kaiyo suddenly cried.
Goten tensed, prepared to run. Kaiyo sensed this and grabbed Goten’s arm. “Hey, don’t worry buddy. I won’t tell, I promise.”
Goten hesitated. Could he trust this stranger? But the promise of food was alluring, and he followed Kaiyo to his apartment, resting his fate in the stranger’s hands.
To the lovely reviewers! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Chapter 6:
I shivered. A rock cut into my wrist as I tried to wrap my arms around myself. And what was that noise? More voices…wouldn’t stop…
I opened my eyes in a daze, immediately feeling a throb in my head. An alley? Through the small opening, I could see cars passing on the street. Sunlight lit up the alley slightly, peeking in through the narrow opening between the tall buildings.
In a rush, last night’s events returned and I turned, throwing up. I don’t remember it too well, but the few times I regained consciousness weren’t pleasant. I pushed myself to a sitting position, realizing I wasn’t wearing clothes. They lay around my bruised and battered body, dirty and grimy. With painful slowness, I got dressed and stood, holding the wall for support. My head hurt more than ever.
I stumbled into the street and pulled my hood up to avoid prying eyes. I eventually hobbled to my apartment, where a cop stood outside the entrance talking to the owner. I quickly crept around the building and listened in on their conversation.
“—sure it’s him,” the owner was saying, ruffling through some papers. “Here, look. His name’s the same, and I’m quite sure he looks the same.”
A pause as the policeman looked through the papers. “Alright, I’ll watch the entrance for a few hours,” he said gruffly.
The owner was practically hysterical. “Don’t you get it? I’m sure this is Son Goten, the one they’re looking for. What if he comes back and you’re not here? I can’t restrain him by myself, and I certainly won’t give up that cash reward!”
“Look here,” the cop practically growled, “we’ve received reports about this missing Son Goten ever since the announcement. The nation’s hysterical to him, and you’re certainly not the first to claim to have found him. I repeat, I’ll watch for a few hours.”
The owner shot a venomous look at the cop, who was unfazed, and left, stomping away angrily, muttering to himself. The cop waited on the steps, his eyes scanning the street.
Normal POV
Goten cursed his luck. Great, now he couldn’t get into his apartment. No doubt after the cop left, the owner would watch his apartment like a hawk. And he lived on the third floor, making it difficult to break in. Goten sighed and slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest.
He waited for hours, until the sun was almost set again and still the cop waited. Finally, as the cop left, the owner returned, standing guard over the door. Goten’s stomach rumbled, but he refused to abandon his post. All through the night the owner stood, and in the morning, someone else came to take his watch. After another day of this, Goten despaired. He simply could not go another day without food.
Goten weakly pushed himself up and staggered away, dizzy from hunger and pain. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He spent that day looking for a job, but no one would take him. He wouldn’t have taken himself either. He was dirty and had no ID on himself, as it had been stolen along with his wallet. Not to mention he refused to ever lower his hood, in case someone recognized him.
Two days later, Goten still had not secured a job. He had no money and was starving. He wandered around the streets at night, dreaming he was inside one of the fancy restaurants he passed, eating comfortably without any fear…with Trunks. Despite his dizzy state, he forced himself away from those thoughts concerning Trunks.
That night, when the city had quieted down, Goten found an alley and lay down, curling into a tight ball for heat. The sound of footsteps made him tense in fear, memories of the gang rape flooding his mind.
The footsteps passed but then returned. Goten opened his eyes to see a young man slightly older than him staring at him. He instinctively shied away, wishing the stranger would leave. He didn’t want trouble.
“Hey,” the stranger greeted. Goten didn’t respond and the stranger sighed. “Look, you seem like you need some help getting back on your feet. My name’s Kaiyo. Do you want me to buy you some food?”
Goten’s wide eyes stared unblinkingly into Kaiyo’s. Then it was as if a dam had broken. He released all the tension and stress built up since leaving Trunks. It showed in his eyes and Kaiyo saw the pain and hurt in Goten’s eyes.
Kaiyo smiled at Goten reassuringly, reaching a hand out to the dark haired boy. “Come on, we can go back to my place, and you can have a place to stay for the night.”
Although Goten’s innocence had been bruised, he was so desperate for a friend that he couldn’t resist the offer. He needed help, and he knew it. Goten reached out and grasped Kaiyo’s hand weakly. Kaiyo smiled sincerely and easily pulled Goten to his feet.
“So what’s your name?” Kaiyo asked as he led Goten out of the alley. “Hey wait, you’re the guy they’re looking for,” Kaiyo suddenly cried.
Goten tensed, prepared to run. Kaiyo sensed this and grabbed Goten’s arm. “Hey, don’t worry buddy. I won’t tell, I promise.”
Goten hesitated. Could he trust this stranger? But the promise of food was alluring, and he followed Kaiyo to his apartment, resting his fate in the stranger’s hands.