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© The characters of Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are the property of Sunrise and a couple of other animation groups that I cannot and will not attempt to spell.
The characters of Dragon Ball Z/GT are the property of Toei animation, Akira Toriyama and several other people.
The basic pretense of this is to state, that beyond Kuri (Kuriyamimizu S. LeFey) I do not claim ownership to any of the above mentioned characters or materials. Thank you and don’t sue me!
Warning- This will have shonen ai in it. That happens to –not- be the
dominating trend in this story, but it’s still there so be wary ne?
Act One-
Goten opened the refrigerator and groaned, with a resulting hollow sound. When he looked over his shoulder, the plaintive look on his face would have melted the most icy heart.
“Truuunks-kun!!! We’re out of foood!”
The purple haired boy rolled his eyes. With a quick brush he brought offending bangs out of his face. Recently he’d grown them long, to look like Miari no Trunks. He liked the style and mystique that his other self possessed. And to add to the mystery factor, he knew just how to melt hearts by staring out of his thin curtain of hair with his icy eyes. He was very aware of the fact that he was gorgeous, and contradicting the practices of his other self, he used that very fact to his advantage. However, the current crisis wouldn’t be solved by looks alone. With a roll of afore mentioned icy eyes he turned to look at Goten, his roommate, all while leaning on the back of his chair and staring at his friend.
“Do you need the credit card, or do you think that you can get by on a snack?”
Goten looked thoughtful for a moment and then reached a consensus with himself. “I think I can get by on one hundred.”
With an air of indifference Trunks pulled out his wallet and handed Goten the mentioned sum of money. Goten grinned his appreciation. He was in the process of pulling on a jacket when he turned over his shoulder and asked, “Want anything?”
Trunks waved a hand in the air without looking back. “I don’t really care. Whatever you want Goten. It’s not like we’re going to run out of money any time soon.”
-One Dimension Away, in #369-
Kuri stared into her mirror with interest. It had cracked in a very intricate way. The last time she could remember doing anything that might crack the piece of silver-plated glass was about a week ago. Remembering such a time sent a flash of annoyance through her. She’d finally gotten rid of a complete moron of a boyfriend. She didn’t know why she had such a strange attraction to boys with long hair. The boy in question was named Dylan. He had gentle amber eyes and a face that was reminiscent of a small child’s. He had straight and rather stringy bangs that fell into his eyes, making him look a lot like Juunana-gou. However, instead of having hair that fell comfortably around his shoulders, this boy had hair that fell to his waist. It was almost always back in a neat braid. He was a sweet boy, but a little to shallow for her.
When she thought about it she knew that they had both only been
in it for the sex. They had quarreled last night and he had left. The previous
week, they had been having a pillow fight in her room and a miss-aimed
missile had hit her mirror, cracking it from the force of the impact.
