Himitsu
By: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
11-22-05
[ Chapter .11 ]
I land at the place where I sense his ki. His arms are crossed and his sculpted back is to me. My
eyes drift lower than they should and I feel that same coiling unease. This all seems much too familiar
and it irks me.
[ Sigh... why on earth has he called me here? Why did I even come at all? ]
No words at first. Wind howling through cavernous rock. Dried leaves blow by.
He turns around abruptly.
"I want to spar." he says finally in his usual brusque manner.
[ I want lots of things. ]
"Oh is that all?" I say in a very jovial tone, feeling relieved and disappointed all at once.
Well... we haven't seen each other in a long while. This of course is mainly my doing. But
why... why would he want to spar now? Things are different. I'm different. But maybe our so called
relationship is ready to go back to the strange, complex mass of violence, anger, envy, and
begrudging camaraderie that it once was. Back to what we called normalcy. It's just a spar
anyway. Nothing new. No reason to feel resentment. No need to remember the last time we were
here he cast me side like the trash he used to call me, and then I turned my wrath on him for making
me acknowledge something I've been trying to forget.
But my easygoing 'live and let live' nature never fails to kick in. All that was in the past right?
Water under the bridge right? It's just a friendly spar. As friendly as Bejiita can be anyway.
I decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth and see it as an opportunity to, at the very least,
get in some good exercise. I'm rewarded with a swift punch in the kidney.
"GAH!! What the--!?!" He, as usual, gives me no time and no warning from his terse little
'I want to spar.'
Ow. Kami that hurt.
"I said I wanted to spar! Now focus and give me a proper fight Kakarotto!!"
[ Asshole. ] Does he go out of his way to be a bastard?
"Eeesh sorry!!" Always so demanding and expectant. Just like a prince I guess.
[ ..... ]
The surprisingly warm early autumn sun beats on my back as I fly over head. Orbs of
crackling ki are shot at me rapid fire from below. I dodge them with ease before sending the
last one screaming back to it's owner. Just as the blast hits Bejiita square in the middle of his back
he turns around just in time for me to embed my fist in his jaw. His face contorts into enraged
shock and blood spews from his lips from repeated blows. He skids to a halt across the
scorched, destroyed earth. Pulling himself from a mound of dirt a few feet away, he stands up,
spitting mad, glaring at me. Leaves and debris clinging to his untamable hair.
"You little fucker!!!" he yells. Voice cracking, fists balled in fury, skin smeared with dirt.
Bejiita seems especially angry today. I wonder why? I ask myself with a smirk. Could it be
because I'm winning? Again. Or is it something else? For some reason his anger brings me
smile. Since when does his being pissed make me happy? Bejiita and rage usually meant pain
and fighting for me, not amusement.
Fueled by my strange blissful animosity towards him, I just grin at what was meant to be an
insult, which of course makes his rage increase tenfold. Makes his bloodlust that much stronger. He
stands perfectly still before blinking out of sight suddenly. For an moment, he moves faster than
even I can keep up before a knee rams itself into my delicates.
"Hh.....!!!!"
There's a short flash of intense pain before everything below my waist goes completely
numb. I have a very difficult time breathing and the agonizing pain behind my eyes makes my vision
hazy. I spend a few seconds rocking back and forth, trying to get the feeling back in my legs, waiting
for my testicles to drop. Afraid to talk, thinking my already breathy, tenor voice just hit soprano.
[ Deep breaths Gokuu. ]
One more second of throbbing, (the painful kind) and a light cough just as Bejiita comes to
stand over me and laugh. The same harsh, derisive laughter he was famous for.
"Oh get up Kakarotto! It's not like you had much to kick anyway!"
That hits a nerve. Not sure why.
I grind my teeth as I raise my arm and point a ki filled palm right at his crotch. His face goes
deathly white in an instant and he jumps out of the way of my blast just in the nick of time before
I make him a steer.*
This is just a friendly spar after all.
"Che! Little bastard..." I mutter to myself as Bejiita checks frantically to make sure everything
is still... in place. Seems I only managed to singe a few pubic hairs. Pity.
As friendly as two people who are dangerously close to being bitter enemies can be.
A well place kick catches me right in the chest. "Ghhnnn!!!!" I don't give myself time to bitch
and moan about it before I deliver one of my own. "GUHhhh!!" Bejiita is thrown back from the force
of it and I try my best to ignore his oddly spine-tingling sounds of ... discomfort. But of course, I fail
miserably. This of course, only makes me angrier, which in turn makes me hit him again. Only harder.
"Uggnn!!" he groans in pain and I feel my stomach flutter. Suddenly it's warmer than the autumn
day dictates it should be.
Bejiita gets back up and growls at me, baring his canines. Covered in even more dirt. Leaves sticking
out of his hair. All the laughter gone out of him only to be replaced by even more wrath. He comes at me in
a fury of arms and fists and legs that fly at me from seemingly every angle all at once. I block some but
certainly not all as he pins me against a large bolder and his merciless kicks and punches have their way with me.
The rock behind me begins to crack from the force of my body hitting it and only a large surge of
ki pushes him back long enough to escape the violent barrage. A swift jab to the face when he's stunned.
My boot connects with the side of his head and he's sent flying again a second later. I throw a huge ball
of ki at him while he's still in the air. "AAH!!" he yelps in pain and falls to the ground. As he struggles to stand
again and the fight goes on I wonder how I can possible defend myself or hurt him and have him be a
little less ... vocal.
But about a hundred punches later tells me it doesn't matter where or how I hit him. There will always
be a shout, a groan, a yelp, a scream, or at the very least a sharp intake of breath. He's loud whether
he's in bed or the battlefield. Just my luck.
I contemplate stopping the fight short, letting him win my default and going home instead of having
to endure listening to his oddly arousing bellows of agony from blows I inflicted for the very purpose
of hearing him react to them.
But against my better judgment, I don't.
[ ..... ]
The hours stretch on as we pummel each other in a bloody, vicious and decidedly unfriendly manner.
I ram my knuckles into his stomach and delight as he struggles to get air into his lungs. He's
covered in sweat, cuts and bruises. his clothes are singed in various places. His breathing is heavy and labored
from the constant battle, anger and pain. As is mine, but for reasons I don't want to discuss.
[ Like you don't already know. ]
Reasons that never cease to piss me off.
[ Even after all this... I'm still... warring with the urge to either murder him ...or fuck him. ]
I feel angry. Angry at myself, but I'm taking it out on him.
I knew I shouldn't have heeded his call.
But I did.
I knew I shouldn't have come here.
But here I am.
I knew I should not have fought with him. Because as we trade blows, certain parts of me make
it all too clear that I still wanted him. I wanted this small, sadistic, gorgeous man who'd tried to kill me only
minutes before. Who'd been relentlessly cruel to me. Who torments me in both my dreams and waking thoughts.
A man that undermined my intelligence and made light of my friendship and kindness. A man who always seemed
so far away but was really only one step behind me. A man I had little in common with and would never understand.
A man who stood between me and what I wanted, but was also something I desired. A man who never ceased
to vex and intrigue me.
I really should not have come here. Granted I'm a better husband and father, and Chichi and my
relationship is better now than it has been in years. But it's much too soon to test it. Too soon to see him again,
because as infuriating as he is, even as he barks out a heinous taunt, and throws a swift kick to my ribs that could easily
shatter bone, I wanted nothing more than to throw him to the ground and take my pleasure in him. Bathe every inch
of his skin with my tongue, and drown his moans and cries with sweltering kisses. Or have him do the same to me...
I shiver pleasantly even as I silently scream how my mind has betrayed me once again and my body would soon
follow suit , until I realize the ki blasts and punches have completely stopped. I hold Bejiita's fist in my hand, caught
in mid swing. How long have I been standing here like this? I didn't even notice.
[ Well at least I didn't pin him to the ground like last time. ]
Neither of us moved as my thoughts took on a life of their own and I stared into his eyes as if mystified.
He looks at me now in angry bewilderment at why the violence has halted. But comprehension quickly replaces the look.
It's just barely noticeable, but the smallest of blushes spreads over the bridge of his nose.
I almost laugh, as if the hint of pink on his face was some sort of a victory. But I don't.
"Should we keep going?...Or are you too tired...?" I ask trying to taunt him into getting past the awkward
moment. I'd rather he go back to being angry. I knew what to do when he was angry. It's the only time I can tell
what he's thinking. However that must have sounded just a little too sexual, because his blush deepens. He
looks angry and uncomfortable, then just a little shy, then curious before he shakes his head vehemently and
goes back to looking angry.
"Che!" He grits his teeth and punches me in the face for good measure before he flies off towards home,
making a silhouette against the sky and setting sun.
I rub my bruised jaw and watch his form as it dwindles into the horizon and he is out of sight.
I'm always watching him.
Sigh.
I scratch my head and wonder at his strange behavior today. And my own.
"Well that was confusing." I say to myself. Not to mention frustrating.
And in the end, it put me right back where I started...
Chapter 12
Author's Notes.
1. Steer: A castrated bull. ^_^ Bulma would never have forgiven Gokuu if he did that, and it would kill any future yaoi really...
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