Wounded
A DBZ
fanfiction by LadyRivka
A/N: This is
Kibito/Shin shoonen-ai. Don’t say you weren’t warned. And, yes, I do other
couples besides this one, it’s just that this is my obsession at the moment b/c
I’ve been watching too much of the Buu saga. This particular piece is a
one-shot set to "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle. –Rivka
Threw you
the obvious and you flew
With it on
your back,
A name in
your recollection,
Thrown down
across a million same.
Here I am,
dead, staring down at the middle of nowhere. I wondered where such a person as
I would go after he died, but now I have my answer.
To the same
place the mortals of this planet go. Enma Daioo’s.
I remember him
being very surprised to see me, the bodyguard of the highest God in the
Universe. He had so many questions for me! I told him flat out I was not one
for useless words, and to refrain from opening his mouth. He stood there,
speechless, as if even an assistant such as myself should be worthy of the
highest praises in the Heavens.
Enma Daioo
said he wouldn’t allow me to heave his office, and so I was detained in the
check-in station. I asked if I could see Kaiooshin-sama back on the planet
below, and he, or rather by means of his demon-assistants, called for a squat
old woman with a magic ball.
"Good
day, I’m Uranai Baba, a lot of people call me Baba for short. So what can I do
ya for?"
"I want
to see Kaiooshin-sama. I want to know if he’s okay with me gone. I want to know
if he misses me…"
"Hush,
hush! I’m trying to get a picture here…" The old crone concentrated over
the crystal ball.
And there he
was, my Kaiooshin-sama, taking quite the beating from Majin Buu. I wish I could
feel his pain for him, but I can’t. I am no longer in the realm of the living.
I can’t do a damn thing.
I hope he can
remember me, and not go crying out to every damn mortal that was stronger than
him. A name in his recollection, I hoped, was Kibito-san.
Difficult
not to feel a little bit disappointed
And passed
over
When I’ve
looked right through
To see you
naked and oblivious
And you
don’t. See. Me.
Then I saw Son
Gohan grab him out of there, sensing Kaiooshin-sama’s perilous situation. A
part of me was glad that there might be a chance my Kaiooshin-sama was going to
be okay; another part of me was deeply angry that Gohan was doing the saving,
and not me.
I sighed. What
could I do, I was dead. He couldn’t see me, even if he damn well tried. I
sighed and backed away from they crystal ball. This was enough for one hour….
I tried to
concentrate on something else, but couldn’t. What kind of fool was I, to say I
would love until the point I would die for that person? Isn’t that a little…
well… doormat-like? And here he is, on a mortal planet without me, getting the
living crap beat out of him…
I feel guilty
now, I don’t know if I can look in that crystal ball again. But it’s worth a
shot…
But I threw
you the obvious
Just to see
if there’s more behind the eyes
Of a fallen
angel,
The eyes of
a tragedy.
Here I am
expecting just a little bit
Too much
from the wounded.
But I see
through it all
And I see
you.
I muster
enough courage to look into Baba’s ball again. It’s a few hours later, and
Kaiooshin-sama is near death near a cliff.
I hope
something happens to either me or him, since I miss him so much. I want to be
with him until the edge of eternity, no matter what it will take.
I ask the old
woman with much trepidation sounding in my voice, "Is-is-Kaiooshin-sama
going to die?"
"If he
doesn’t, it will be your doing," she said.
"My
doing?" I was confused.
"You will
see." She gave me an enigmatic grin.
Again, I stare
into the crystal ball, looking right into Kaiooshin-sama’s jet-black eyes.
Beautiful. So
much knowledge, so much sorrow in those eyes…
I can’t tear
myself away. I want him back with me. And then I hear him mutter,
"G-Gohan-san!"
A part of me
wants to resuscitate the poor fellow; another part of me wants to strangle the
rest of his life away because he was depending on the actions of another. But
that part is just blind rage, jealousy, envy, and I try to suppress it. But it
keeps nagging away at my insides…
I take a deep
breath and concentrate once more.
So I threw
you the obvious
To see what
occurs behind the eyes
Of a fallen
angel,
Eyes of a
tragedy.
Some force
comes over me, and I am no longer looking into Baba’s ball.
I find that my
body has returned to the physical confines of the Earth, laying in a crater
that Dabra had blasted when he’d killed me.
I could sense
Kaiooshin-sama’s ki, but from what direction? It was rather weak now. I had to
do something.
So I honed in
on his weakening energy and flew to where he was laying, slipping in and out of
consciousness. I put my hand on his back, in order to heal him. Within a minute,
he was fully resuscitated.
He stares at
me and yells, "Kibito! I thought you were…" followed by one of those
charming smiles of his.
"Well, I
was…"
Oh well.
Apparently
nothing.
You don’t
see me.
You don’t
see me at all.
-"3
Libras", A Perfect Circle
"Now,
Kibito-san, we must find Gohan…"
I followed
without question, seeing where this would lead. I didn’t know what to do; in
all his scheming, I was invisible to him. What especially irked me was that he
wanted to heal Gohan on Kaiooshin-kai. OUR unadulterated home.
Maybe he’s too
idealistic. Maybe, for some reason or another, he trusts Gohan more than he
does me now.
My rage grasps
at my throat again, making me realize there truly is a very fine line between
love and hate…and, sometimes, to love, you must either hate the object of your
affection or yourself.
I suppose I do
both.
END