“What do you want from me?”
The atmosphere of the Bar was casual, everyone kept to their own business, save for the adamant Bartender who insisted on refilling their beer pitchers. She didn’t know if she should thank the insectiod for helping take the edge off of this already awkward conversation, or beat the hell out of him for making it even more awkward by hovering within hearing distance of them, seemingly hanging on their every word. There was just no privacy, whatsoever. Closing her eyes, she slid the tankard away and sighed reluctantly. “Besides what I’ve already so articulately revealed so far? Well, I guess what I want is just…” She paused, waiting for some kind of reaction, but he remained as stony as ever. “You.”
“Why though? Why me? I thought you didn’t give two shits about me, and as far as I knew, the feeling was mutual.”
“I’m not looking to jump your bones anytime soon, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she added, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “But if it will facilitate our relationship better, then I suppose I could take one for the team.”
“You make this sound like a game.” He stated a little irritatedly; the Saiyan didn’t miss the hidden implication buried in her comment.
“Isn’t it, though?” She spread her hands out in front of her, as if that would encompass everything that sentence implied. “We’re going about this like a huge chess game, where we’re trying to check mate the hell out of each other.” She reached into the basket of foodstuffs, only to find it was empty. Had she really eaten all those damned things already? “Maybe I’m just overreacting.”
Leaning back in the chair, she gave him a long, cool stare. “So, do you think we’ll run into each other out there?”
The sudden change in subject was almost too abrupt for him, but he managed to catch her meaning. “Probably.”
Although she couldn’t complain about the change in subject to something less awkward and personal, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that out there in the deep wilderness of Dante, something was going to happen. The spirits of the island whispered it to her, telling her of things that made sense to her soul, but not so much her mind. There would be a time when she could approach him, without pretense, and show him what she couldn’t tell him with stupid words. How this situation presented itself was a complete mystery to her. She’d have to let Fate do whatever it was that it did, and roll with it. Whether it makes or breaks this relationship, she wouldn’t know until it happened.
“I won’t kill you, Bardock. Even though this is just a game, I won’t be able to do it.”
He gave a slight shrug, watching a group of people arguing behind her head. “Can’t say I feel the same.”
She gazed at him incredulously. “You’d kill me??”
He gave the slightest of smirks, his eyes glittering in mischief. “Maybe.”
“What the hell kind of answer is that?” She poked. “It’s either yes, or no.”
“I do things that I don’t like, killing included.” He began, taking a moment to sip more of his ale. “But it’s just one of those things you have to chalk up and move on.”
Music began to play somewhere deeper in the club, the rhythmic pulse pounded from huge speakers affixed to the walls. People had begun to move towards the bar’s small dance floor; several tourists made fools of themselves trying to impress their partners, and those with cameras were busy snapping their pictures, capturing the fools in the midst of ridiculous moves and cheesy kisses. They were having a good time, so why the fuck weren’t they?
She raised another filled tanker to him, and deliberately ignoring his last comment, said, “You know, if we keep going like this, we’ll be too wasted to enjoy the rest of the preshow.” She drank deeply, once again, beginning the slow decent into the alcohol induced world where she usually found some sort of peace for her confused thoughts. Confusion that all stemmed from one person: that was the man that sat across from her now. He was taking down his walls, but it didn’t help her one little bit.
Maybe, she thought, while they were out there, she could finally solve this confusion, because damn it, she couldn’t take anymore of this ineptness for much longer.
“I suppose it would be fair if I asked you the same question, though. What do you want from me?”
The atmosphere of the Bar was casual, everyone kept to their own business, save for the adamant Bartender who insisted on refilling their beer pitchers. She didn’t know if she should thank the insectiod for helping take the edge off of this already awkward conversation, or beat the hell out of him for making it even more awkward by hovering within hearing distance of them, seemingly hanging on their every word. There was just no privacy, whatsoever. Closing her eyes, she slid the tankard away and sighed reluctantly. “Besides what I’ve already so articulately revealed so far? Well, I guess what I want is just…” She paused, waiting for some kind of reaction, but he remained as stony as ever. “You.”
“Why though? Why me? I thought you didn’t give two shits about me, and as far as I knew, the feeling was mutual.”
“I’m not looking to jump your bones anytime soon, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she added, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “But if it will facilitate our relationship better, then I suppose I could take one for the team.”
“You make this sound like a game.” He stated a little irritatedly; the Saiyan didn’t miss the hidden implication buried in her comment.
“Isn’t it, though?” She spread her hands out in front of her, as if that would encompass everything that sentence implied. “We’re going about this like a huge chess game, where we’re trying to check mate the hell out of each other.” She reached into the basket of foodstuffs, only to find it was empty. Had she really eaten all those damned things already? “Maybe I’m just overreacting.”
Leaning back in the chair, she gave him a long, cool stare. “So, do you think we’ll run into each other out there?”
The sudden change in subject was almost too abrupt for him, but he managed to catch her meaning. “Probably.”
Although she couldn’t complain about the change in subject to something less awkward and personal, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that out there in the deep wilderness of Dante, something was going to happen. The spirits of the island whispered it to her, telling her of things that made sense to her soul, but not so much her mind. There would be a time when she could approach him, without pretense, and show him what she couldn’t tell him with stupid words. How this situation presented itself was a complete mystery to her. She’d have to let Fate do whatever it was that it did, and roll with it. Whether it makes or breaks this relationship, she wouldn’t know until it happened.
“I won’t kill you, Bardock. Even though this is just a game, I won’t be able to do it.”
He gave a slight shrug, watching a group of people arguing behind her head. “Can’t say I feel the same.”
She gazed at him incredulously. “You’d kill me??”
He gave the slightest of smirks, his eyes glittering in mischief. “Maybe.”
“What the hell kind of answer is that?” She poked. “It’s either yes, or no.”
“I do things that I don’t like, killing included.” He began, taking a moment to sip more of his ale. “But it’s just one of those things you have to chalk up and move on.”
Music began to play somewhere deeper in the club, the rhythmic pulse pounded from huge speakers affixed to the walls. People had begun to move towards the bar’s small dance floor; several tourists made fools of themselves trying to impress their partners, and those with cameras were busy snapping their pictures, capturing the fools in the midst of ridiculous moves and cheesy kisses. They were having a good time, so why the fuck weren’t they?
She raised another filled tanker to him, and deliberately ignoring his last comment, said, “You know, if we keep going like this, we’ll be too wasted to enjoy the rest of the preshow.” She drank deeply, once again, beginning the slow decent into the alcohol induced world where she usually found some sort of peace for her confused thoughts. Confusion that all stemmed from one person: that was the man that sat across from her now. He was taking down his walls, but it didn’t help her one little bit.
Maybe, she thought, while they were out there, she could finally solve this confusion, because damn it, she couldn’t take anymore of this ineptness for much longer.
“I suppose it would be fair if I asked you the same question, though. What do you want from me?”
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