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Real World - Yokohama, Japan

 

Sephiroth was there one minute and gone the next. Reimu was unable to avoid the fatal stab wound through her stomach; her gray eyes were wide as her body fell down from the sky. Then, just as suddenly, her body burst apart into many incantations, all of which were glowing brightly yellow. Those sealing incantations flew towards Sephiroth whose eyes lit with amusement. He allowed himself to be surrounded by the papers, trapping his arms and feet inside them.

"If we were there, in Gensokyo," Reimu said from above and behind him, "You would be the prize yokai. But it seems you aren't the type of person to turn a new leaf. That means I have to be serious. In order to protect everyone, as a future warrior of the Time Patrol."

Unmoving, Sephiroth remain stagnated midair, his arm holding Masamune shaking with effort. Only his green eyes darting to the right to see his foe revealed his inner emotions. A slow and confident smirk lit up his features as Reimu dipped down low. Her palm began to glow brightly blue as an orb formed. It resembled the Turtle Destruction Wave, but instead of firing it off, a curious Yin and Yang formation grew instead.

Fused with the powers of Zeno, her summon, [Zeno Erasure] was both a strong attack and a deadly one. Getting hit by it would mean total annihilation. Reimu didn't want to do such a thing and wouldn't, but her foe being Sephiroth left her no choice.

With an emotionless gaze inside her charcoal eyes Reimu fired away, palming her hand towards his leathered backside. 

Swwfss

"He's...gone!" Reimu said. 

'But how did he break free? That trap should have held him!'

A strong sense of danger made her duck down. Her red bow was cut as a result. The once held back bangs fell around her face as she grit her teeth in frustration. Her pretty red bow disappeared towards the pavement.

After using such a move like the [Zeno Erasure], there was a time limit on such a strong attack. That time limit was ten minutes. [Zeno Erasure] had been enough to take down an unsuspecting foe like Black Freiza, but didn't seem effective for someone with Sephiroth's capabilities. She'd have to be more sure next time that it would work.

Reimu jumped back in the air and looked left and right, trying her best to spot Sephiroth.

'He could be anywhere!'

A flash of steel shown down below her. He'd swung his blade, and the energy coming from it would singe her into nothingness. Reimu channeled Belldandy, utilizing the Goddesses [Immortal Wall] attack. Her rod glowed with energy and she spread her arms and legs widely. Amulets began to form in a perimeter of protection around her form, successfully blocking Sephiroth's energy swing of sizzling red and white fire.

Ka-Booom

Of course that energy cut around her and past; hitting the buildings behind and exploding them. There came a great screaming and cars blaring, every human shocked and scared at the sudden terroristic attack of unknown origin.

Unfazed, Reimu dropped the [Immortal Wall] as she could see Sephiroth. He stood there, on the top of a nearby sky-scraper, as if he had all the time in the world.

'He's...stopped.'

Soon it became apparent why. 

The Kai, Zamasu, flew down to Reimu and said, "That idiot! He's given away his location!"

"Shallot, you mean?" She asked him.

"What other idiot do we both know?" Zamasu countered. His gray eyes narrowed into annoyed slits. "I'm going to have to get him out of there before he's useless. Just what the hell he's doing in God form I have no idea."

Reimu faced Sephiroth, who looked pleased. "Go. I'll stop Sephiroth."

"Hn. Try not to die, future warrior."

Zamasu vanished with the use of his kai teleportation, leaving Reimu facing down Sephiroth alone.

'It's now or never!'

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Xenoverse - West City - Z Cafe

 

Trunks took a deep breath, one after another. His blue eyes were wide, looking over his stunning wife. From the top of her bare shoulders her long, auburn hair was undone and flowing around. Lower, he spied the tops of her cleavage, pushed to the heavens, looking like two juicy bread rolls dripping with shiny buttery sauce.

'Chisato....'

He gulped and held out his hand, knowing full well she could feel his stunned silence.

The green eyes he held dear sparkled as an attractive red spread across her cheeks. She giggled and grabbed his hand and jerked him to her chest abruptly. 

They were at the Z Cafe entrance, and Trunks had momentarily left earlier to speak with Chronoa about some private matters. Matters which his wife didn't need to know, and he was trying very hard not to think on them at that moment. Which was easy, seeing how beautiful she was.

Her scent wafted into his nose and he inhaled it sharply; burrowing his jawbone into the side of her thick locks. He left the breath out slowly and said, "You look beautiful."

"Ano...Thank you. I-I don't really feel that way, but as long as you think so..." she murmured. Her chin lifted and their eyes caught within each others, forgetting that they were in fact at a public restaurant. To two mates whom were both saiyans and humans, the world was theirs alone.

Trunks reluctantly let her go and pecked her forehead. He wished it was lower where his lips landed, but it would have to do for now. They held hands and entered the Z Cafe.

The attentions of the patrons immediately went their direction; for it was odd for the Briefs heir to be seen in public. He was an oddity to be sure, and the subject of much speculation, what with having a second and tinier version of himself present. As their eyes drifted to their general direction and whispers rang out across the Cafe, food and drinks forgotten, Trunks shook his lilac head.

"Sorry. I forgot I'm kind of a celebrity." He said.

Chisato ran her eyes up and down his form none too shyly. She smiled and tightened her hand within his. "You're the most important heir in the world, even more so than the King."

"I--I uh, guess I am, huh." A redness crept up his neck.

Sometimes he forgot who he was. It was difficult being the son of both a prince and the Capsule queen. Trunks, their 'sole' son, both future and present, was an important figure. His every move in public was recorded, paparazzi's high on his heels. 

('I can't believe I forgot how Trunks is an idol here. He's bigger than BTS, even.') Were his wife's thoughts on the subject.

The heat on his neck grew warmer.

"Er...let's go on in. I-If that's alright," he amended. 

"Trunks is being very shy right now." 

Chisato giggled again in amusement and pulled him to the receptionist. No doubt she felt his intense embarrassment, for she asked for the most isolated and hidden table in the entire Cafe.

After paying for the table and getting seated within a cubicle for two, Trunks hurriedly grabbed his menu and held it up. "They have a lot of different foods here. Look, see this one? The octopus combo? It's great."

"Ohh..." Chisato looked to his pointed finger with a nod. "I'll try that, then."

A beautiful woman with long and shining black hair, with sharp eyes came to their table. Trunks looked up from the menu and startled a moment, recognizing her to be Mai. Just what she was doing in the Z Cafe was unknown, but she froze on the spot as recognition likewise dawned on her.

"T-Trunks," she breathed. 

('That's Mai, isn't it? It must be. She's very pretty...ahh...she's looking at him...')

Trunks couldn't very well respond for a second, caught in an awkward position. That was due to his stance, knowing they'd been close to being a couple long ago at first chance. She'd made her youth wish along with Pilaf and the like, and those three had gone off on their own for awhile. That Mai wasn't the one his blue haired version had married. 

He cleared his throat. "Mai. How nice to see you." 

She blinked a few times and seemed to snap out of it. 

"Yes...well, it's good to see you too. What brings you here?" She asked.

Trunks glanced to his wife. He could feel her fear, confusion and jealousy immediately. It sprung up and into his chest. "Er...I'm here with my wife. Meet Rhuda Briefs."

Chisato wasn't an angry person at the least. Her feelings were within and she kept them there, offering a tiny smile and nod of her head. "Pleasure to meet you."

Mai looked her over in the ways only another woman did, sizing her up and down in scrutiny. Her red nails caught his attention as she flicked her hair over her shoulder and said, "Same to you. So, this is what you've been doing since we last dated."

The implied word, 'dated' hang in there like a cloud of past regret. Trunks' decision not to pursue her weren't due to reasons Mai had understood--those of wanting to protect a mere human from entering the world of saiyans--and the young girl at the time had hated him for his spurning.

"Yeah. Well, as you can see, we're pretty thirsty. What would you like, beautiful?" He asked Chisato.

"Uhm.." her eyes downcast to the table.

'Don't focus on her. Look at me, alright?'

She gave him a grateful smile.

('I'm trying. It's just...she's so pretty. And I....')

He'd love nothing more than to retort to that aloud but that would seem quite strange to someone overhearing him end a conversation starting from nothing. Trunks bit his jaw and said, "She'll have a red wine and the octopus combo."

 Mai wrote that down and fluttered her long lashes at him, saying, "And for you, Mr. Briefs?"

"Bourbon on ice." He said a little angrily.

Once she was gone and they were alone again, Trunks let out his tense breath. Seeing Mai wasn't part of the plan he'd had that day, but seeing how his wife had compared herself to Mai had him on edge. He needed to set her straight and fast.

"Chisato, you're not just some normal person," he told her.

She avoided his gaze and stared at the napkin holder.

"I am, Trunks." 

"W-What I mean to say is that--" he looked to Kami for bravery and added, "--Mai might be beautiful, but she was never the one I wanted to be with the rest of my life. You know the only reason I was even interested in her was because she knew about the Dragonballs and Goku. So, what I'm saying that...to me, Chisato is the most gorgeous person I've ever met."

Her cheeks bloomed red. Finally she peeked from her bangs at him, reminding him of when they first met and said, "I'm sorry...for having such problems. I-It's probably annoying. I don't mean to be this way--"

He glanced over and saw nobody was watching. In one jump he was beside her, taking her hands in his. Once, twice he kissed the knuckles. She looked to their bound hands, staring at the scars and callouses of a swordsman. He pulled her head to his shoulder and kissed her ear. "That part of you is also attractive. You aren't full of yourself, like some women. That's why...it gives me a reason to do this."

Their lips met. It tingled his body with warmth, jarring his mind to her heart, feeling its self deprecation fade away to a soothing melody only they could understand. He was where he wanted to be, his home.

"Trunks," she gasped, as his hands wandered over her curvy body, stopping at the breasts that dared him.

'Sorry. I can't help myself. If only you could see yourself through my eyes.'

When she pulled away there were tears running down her face. "I have. It's...not enough."

He paused to reflect on those words. Of course, being her mate and husband, Trunks knew well enough from childhood she'd faced harsh criticism about her small stature from peers, as well as ridicule from her father. Because of that he had a clear understanding that the depths of her feelings weren't easily swayed.

'What should I tell her?'

"It's okay. Ano...that is, Trunks is doing enough. I couldn't be happier," she said in answer to his inner dilemma.

That wasn't enough for him. He moved away a strand of his slightly longer than nose bangs and looked down into her face. She was always trying not to be a burden to anyone. It was in response to her adaptions as a growing person--and he was determined to change that mindset.

"It's not okay. Not at all. Listen to me, Chisato. No--Rhuda, Briefs. When I first met you I knew that you were different. That pure soul...it caught my eyes. I--I uh, might have been a little jerkish to you, but underneath that I was...well, I was drawn to you. Just...you, being you. And after everything I've seen, felt and know, believe me when I tell you that there's nobody like Chisato."

He cleared his throat, seeing that she was wide eyed. Just as her mouth opened to respond he blurted, "--You might be a 'normal' girl to you. But to me, you're the most amazing, brave, beautiful and thoughtful woman alive. I'm proud to call you my wife. Uh, was that too much?"

"No. It was p-perfect. I..."

Her mouth crashed into his with a tenacious craving, lips and all. Trunks leaned her back, cupped the nape of her neck and broke their connection only to kiss all up and down her exposed neckline. 

To say he was enamored would be an understatement. No, he was hooked, line and all, and loved every second of it. The woman in his arms had overcame such difficulties it was hard to imagine. Both as a human in the real world and now, his wife in Xenoverse. 

"Ngn--your t-tongue," she whimpered.

He bit a little harder.

It wasn't long and he had to leave her side. Knowing that was torture, because they'd only gotten married not too long ago. Sure, a trip to the Time Chamber had been involved, but the two were newlyweds in every sense of the word. He took his time in tasting her skin.

A smell he knew well enough rose his already heightened libido to dangerous heights. He struggled to counter it, finding his grip around her nearly bruising. Her hands, wound up into his hair, yanked his head deeper.

'If I bite her...'

His teeth widened. She was there, ready and waiting, practically begging him to.

Trunks shut his mouth and held his breath. It was the only way for him not to do what he shouldn't; learning what happened during her marriage with Shallot. Those memories he wasn't ready to receive. 

"Why...did you stop?" She asked. Her breathing matched his.

"Sorry. I can't. I just...can't." 

Her head ducked down under his chin in disappointment. "It's because of Shiroui, isn't it? Does this mean...you'll never...do that anymore?"

"N-No. It's just, right now I...I need to remember the good."

His unsaid words were due to the departure. 

"You're leaving me aren't you?" She asked. 

When he grew quiet she pulled away and stood up from the booth. Hiked up her top. Grabbed the cell phone, lit with messages from Gohan, and strode down the Z Cafe and out the door.

Trunks sat there alone in the booth as Mai came over with his bourbon drink and Chisato's octopus. She sat them down and leaned forward, exposing a large amount of cleavage that he ignored. 

"Looks like you two aren't as close as you thought. I'm not the type of woman to run away. If you're ever free, look me up." She sat down a strip of torn receipt that had her mobile number scrolled on it in neat writing. 

When she left he picked that paper up and stared at it, already memorizing the numbers accidently. With a crunch of his fist it was burned with Ki. 

'I didn't want her to know. But..'

He downed his bourbon, the ice clinking on the table and ran a hand through his hair. The only woman he ever cared about was mad at him, and he hadn't even told her the worst part.

Trunks wasn't just 'leaving'. He was going to the real world, alone, under instructions from his future self. He'd be gone--and for how long, it was hard to say.

"Chisato...I'm sorry."