| *Buzzzz, buzzzz, buzzzz* From underneath the covers of her bed, Juuhachigou reluctantly stirred. Groaning as she recognized the alarm clock’s incessant buzzing, she turned over and tried to ignore it. When a minute later it was still invading her dreams, she pulled her pillow over her head. A soft chuckle at her side finally aroused her from half sleep. “You know, Juu-chan,” The voice said, amused. “It probably won’t go away until you turn it off…” Juuhachigou had to stifle a growl. “Shut up.” She muttered to the man lying awake at her side. “If you’re so smart, Kuririn, them why don’t you turn it off yourself.” He shrugged. “Okay…” And he reached over her to the bedside table. A second later, the alarm clock died away. Then he tapped on her barely visible shoulder gently. “Do you want to stay asleep, or should I remind you that we’re supposed to go to the Son’s today?” He asked, still with that annoyingly pleasant tone in his voice. Juuhachigou started upward, remembering the date. Irritably, she tossed a sour look in her husband’s direction. “Why is it that you’re always making plans to go visit your friends?” She asked, then sunk her head back into the pillow angrily. “They don’t even like me…” “Come on, Juu-chan,” Kuririn said quietly. “You know that’s not true.” She turned her head, brow furrowed. “I still don’t’ see why you have to see them so frequently.” Kuririn smiled, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “No reason really, dear one.” He said. “But I’m not getting any younger, you know.” As he slipped out of bed, Juuhachigou watched him walk the floor to the closet and pull on his clothes. He yawned deeply, raising his hands toward the ceiling so far out of his reach. When his hands came back down, they rested lazily on the back of his storm-tossed shaggy black hair. Reluctantly, Juuhachigou followed his lead and pulled herself out of the nice warm bed to the windows. Still rather grumpy, she pulled back the blinds to reveal the sparkling ocean. Breathing deep the salty air, and soaking in the early morning sunlight, Juuhachigou turned and marched off to her dresser in search of something to wear. “Nice day, huh Juu-chan?” Kuririn’s eternally optimistic tone caught her nerves. She snagged her brush of the dresser. In the mirror, a pretty blond head young woman looked back crossly at her. “Yes, Kuririn,” She grinded. “It is a stupid, beautiful early morning.” Kuririn looked up at her and smiled. He was used to such comments by now, several years and a child later. Finishing pulling on his socks, he got up and came to her side. “Come on, Juu-chan,” He tried to cheer her. “It’s not that early.” Juuhachigou humphed. Standing, she quickly surveyed her reflection one final time and then nodded. Ready for another fun filled day with the brainless monkey and family. Maybe if she were “lucky”, the arrogant prince and his mutant spawn would show up too. “You look real pretty, Juu-chan…” Kuririn complimented her. Juuhachigou gave him a calculating glance. “And you look like you have a mop on your head,” She retorted, grabbing a fistful of Kuririn’s jet-black hair. “Brush your head before you go out in public.” Kuririn was busy cringing and trying to get loose. “Hey! Juu-chan…let go!” He yelped. “Fine.” Kuririn’s head was released and he stumbled backward. Rubbing his sore head, he sent Juuhachigou a sour look. “That hurt!” He whined. “I’ll brush it; all you had to do was ask!” Juuhachigou was smiling mischievously and held up a hand, still with a good amount of ripped out black strands intertwined between her fingers. “Next time I’ll try to remember that.” She responded carelessly. Grabbing a brush, Kuririn begrudgingly attempted to tame his dark bushy top. Juuhachigou only sat back on the bed and smiled, watching him in a slightly better mood. Kuririn… Somehow, he always managed to make her feel better. Juuhachigou still held a few pieces of Kuririn’s hair in her hand, and she was about to drop them to the floor when she noticed something. She looked closer. Among the jet-black threads, a discolored few stuck out. “Kuririn?” Juuhachigou called her husband over, who happily gave up fighting with the brush and came to stand in front of her. “What is it?” He asked. Juuhachigou held her hand up to Kuririn and pointed out the strand she had noticed. “Are these yours?” She asked. Kuririn took her hand in his and plucked the hairs out of her grasp. Then he sighed and looked rather sad. “Would you look at that,” He said. Then he shook his head. “That is depressing. I really am getting older.” Juuhachigou blinked. “What?” Kuririn smiled at her. “Looks like my first gray hair, and you were so kind as to go ahead and rip them out of my head.” He gave a sort-of explanation. Juuhachigou looked distressed and stared back down at her hand. Kuririn…getting older? Noting her disturbed face, Kuririn took hold of her fist and shook them to the ground. “Hey, stop looking like that,” He said to her cheerily. “It’s just a few gray hairs. With my line of work, I’m luck that I haven’t got a head full before now.” His happy continence did nothing to change the expression on Juuhachigou’s face. She looked at Kuririn as if for the first time, as if something in him was different that she had never noticed. Older… It was something that Juuhachigou had never given a thought. She herself had never had that problem. Gero’s “improvements” had made her nearly immortal, and forever young. She didn’t age, still having the eighteen-year-old body that she had always had. Who knew how old she really was; all that her physical appearance proved was that whatever had happened to her, happened at that age. It had never even occurred to her that Kuririn was not immune as she was, and would one day…die. She was shaken out of her disconcerting thoughts by the sound of Marron crying in the living room, where they moved her crib during the summer where it was cooler. Kuririn grabbed his shoes on all the way to the door. “I’ve got her,” He said, a happy smile on his face. He loved caring for his little girl. Juuhachigou was staring at her hands, still troubled. Something was bothering her fiercely, nagging her insistently until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Just as Kuririn was about to exit the door, her head shot up. “Kuririn,” She called to him. He turned around. “Yes?” Juuhachigou didn’t know quite how to say it. “What…what is the life expectance for Humans?” She finally managed to ask. Kuririn looked at her with a puzzled expression. He scratched the back his head after that cute fashion of his. “Well,” He said, looking thoughtful. “I think…about seventy-five years or so. Why?” Juuhachigou shook her head, and tried to shake the feeling of dread that had come upon her all of a sudden. “No reason…” She muttered. ***** Juuhachigou was sitting in silence on top of the Kame House roof staring dully out at the waves crashing onto the beach. The sky was lit up dimly with its twilight colors, tainting the pretty clouds a deep, fiery orange. It was beautiful, but Juuhachigou hardly noticed. She sighed softly to herself. It had been a long day. Throughout the whole visit to visit the Sons, she had been distracted, barely able to pry her eyes off Kuririn. Even now, her mind was still clouded with unpleasant thoughts. Kuririn… She looked down quietly at the sandy floor below her. Her eyes found him happily entertaining Marron along the foamy surf. He was sitting on the grainy beach a couple of meters from the ocean, playing a game with her. The tiny girl would crawl right up to the waves and fall back on to her little rear end and wait until a small wave came racing in her direction. Then, just as it was about to break and hit her, she would sequel excitedly and wobbled as fast as her little legs could carry her into the safety of her father’s arms. Juuhachigou couldn’t help but let a small smile creep onto her face as she watched. It was precious… She loved watching the two members of her small family interact with each other. Thinking of just how much, Juuhachigou’s train of thought shifted and a shadow seemed to overcome her mind… Just how long will moments like this last… She thought darkly, continuing to follow Kuririn and Marron as they played. How long till… She closed her eyes tightly. …till I loose one of them… Just the thought was enough to turn the cyborg’s stomach. Though it was sometimes painfully difficult for her to express to her family just how much she needed and cared for them, it was unmistakably clear how huge their part in her life was. She couldn’t even imagine trying to live without them… Without him… As hard as she had tried, Juuhachigou could not shake the thoughts that this morning’s incidents had sparked. Her fists tightened almost subconsciously in her lap as she remembered. ‘I’m not getting any younger, you know…’ Kuririn’s words refilled her head. She had never dwelt before on the prospect of immortality. Though highly coveted among the Earth’s enemies, the prospect of living forever was hardly the ideal wish. Juuhachigou considered it more of a curse… She looked at her eternal youth, and what she had become with terrible disdain; what good was it to live forever, if the one person that meant so much to her couldn’t share in that gift… What good is…it… Juuhachigou’s bitter thoughts trailed off mid-sentence. A light bulb had just exploded in her head. She gasped. Of…of course! Why hadn’t she thought of it before? Kuririn… As if hearing her silent call to him, Kuririn looked up at her from the beach and smiled. He waved happily, oblivious of the plans being made for his future. Juuhachigou could only stare back at him with wide blue eyes. It felt as if her entire universe had just snapped itself together. “Kuririn…” She murmured. “Could it possibly work...?” It has to work… Caught in her thoughts, Juuhachigou didn’t even realize that the sun had finally made its way below the dusty horizon. It wasn’t until she felt a hand on her shoulder a moment later that she was brought back into the real world. “Ready to come inside?” Kuririn was floating in front of her, that warm, loving look on his face that had first drawn her to him. For a moment, Juuhachigou just stared at him, allowing the memories to flood her. In her mind, her plans were stubbornly solidified. She wouldn’t let him go… She wouldn’t! Then Juuuhachigou nodded, and allowed him to help her up, all without one word about the inner turmoil she had experienced all through that day, or even a hint as to what she had ordained for his and her future. More or less together, the odd couple made their way inside the house. Only the unwarranted kiss on the cheek that Juuhachigou gave Kuririn as they got into bed that night let on in any way what she might have felt beneath that purposefully impassive surface… ***** Deep in sleep, Juuhachigou lay in bed, tossing and turning. Her breathing quickly becoming erratic, and the scowl playing on her face showed great distress. All at once, she jolted and her eyes flew open wide. She sat up straight in bed, gasping and still only half conscious. Her wide-eyed gaze traveled disjointedly around the room, looking for demons that didn’t exist anywhere but her dreams. In her half drunken panic, she groped blindly for the other side of the bed where she hoped…where she prayed her husband lay. “Kuririn…?” She gasped, voice cracking with sleep and disoriented fear. Finally, her hands found him in the darkness. Struggling with the nightmare torn sheets, Juuhachigou turned over toward him and let her eyes adjust to the darkness while she caught her breath. Slowly, the panic she had felt left her as she rested a shaky hand on her love’s forehead. “Just a dream…” She murmured in a quiet voice that ended in a deep relieved sigh. “Just a dream…” He’s alive… Her subconscious added, adrenaline subsiding. Kuririn groaned in his sleep, and stirred slightly. For a second, Juuhachigou was sure that he would wake, but after a moment he settled down and snuggled into the covers. A smile lightly touched his lips as Juuhachigou’s cool hand on his face painted his dreams beautiful colors. Juuhachigou watched him and swallowed, closing her eyes to ward off the memories of her nightmares that he so vividly brought back to her. The dreams of loosing Kuririn forever… Of him becoming older. Older. The word resounded mockingly in her mind. It alone made her shudder. Juuhachigou had seen old Humans on occasion, like when she got Kuririn to take her shopping at the mall, or they went out for groceries. She had always been struck with how feeble they always looked, as if on the brink of death. She couldn’t bear to think of Kuririn that way… Though she would never admit it to anyone, it frightened her that one day she would be alone. Or what if she did find death…a cyborg…that scared her even more… Only the sudden reoccurring memory of her plans for the following day kept her from becoming sick. She had to focus on the end; Kuririn was hers, and she wasn’t going to loose him. She would make sure of that… She looked down at his peacefully sleeping form once more, and allowed herself one more gentle touch to the side of his face. Tomorrow… She thought to him. Tomorrow, I’m going to prove to you, Kuririn, just how much you mean to me… ***** The following morning, Juuhachigou was gone from her bed before the first light. At the last minute, she decided to leave a note, knowing that if she didn’t Kuririn would become worried and come looking for her. And she couldn’t have that today… Her plan was simple, and she had spent most of a sleepless night thinking it through carefully. She knew it was possible, but there was still just one question she had not been able to clear from her super efficient mind. What would Kuririn say? She was not sure. A little voice kept creeping up on her and whispering to her doubts that he wouldn’t approve; that somehow he would object to what she was about to do if he knew. Then again, that was exactly why Juuhachigou didn’t want him to follow her… Growling to herself softly, Juuhachigou shook her head to through off the nagging guilt in the back of her mind. Funny, before she met Kuririn, she had never had to bother with such things as a conscious… She grabbed a pen. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she scribbled out a note, Kuririn, I had something to do today. I’ll be back before dinner. Juuhachigou Taking the note, she walked silently to Kuririn’s side of the bed and laid it on the bedside table where he would be sure to find it. She glanced down at him in bed, allowing that look of fondness she almost never showed to present itself on her face. Don’t worry, Kuririn-kun… She thought. This will be something neither of us regrets, I promise… And with that, she turned away and melted into the shadows of the dark room. A few minutes later, a bright burst of light on the beach signified the takeoff of someone leaving the island. ***** The wind wiped through Juuhachigou’s blond hair as she blew over the surface of the planet. She glanced up at the sun above her, noting that it was early afternoon already. Her eyes set determinedly back in front of her. She would finish this, even if it took her all night. And if Kuririn came looking for her? Well, for once her being a cyborg and completely without Ki would aid her; it could take him whole days to search. By then, it would be too late. Her self-imposed mission would be completed… All she had to do was find that last darn dragonball! Juuhachigou had scrounged the globe that morning, stopping only a moment to “borrow” the dragon radar from Bulma. She hoped that the small contraption wouldn’t be missed until she was finished using it. So far she had six of the glowing orange spheres, which she had hidden away. Only one more escaped her grasp, and she was quickly becoming frustrated. Why couldn’t she find it? Stopping mid-flight, Juuhachigou pulled the radar out of her pocket. Clicking it on once more, she gazed at the screen. Her free hand went subconsciously to her hip as she stared at the machinery angrily. Two hours of looking, and still nothing! “Darn thing’s probably broken…” She muttered venomously, shaking it. Why did she even bother? Gazing up at the sky once more, Juuhachigou flinched. She was running out of time… Finally, after several more minutes of flying blind, Juuhachigou was rewarded with a sudden noise from her pocket. Ripping out the dragon radar, she smiled as she realized that she had found it… Later, in a secluded valley, Juuhachigou finally landed. Walking over to where she had pilled the other balls, she lightly tossed the last one into their midst. This final ball had been quite a difficult find; nearly on the opposite side of the Earth as the others she had found, and extremely well hidden. Yes, she finally had them all, but unfortunately, it had taken far longer than she had anticipated. The sun was still high in the sky, but Juuhachigou knew that it would be time for dinner soon, and her family would begin to worry. Best get this done quickly… Hands on her hips, she looked down at the treasures at her feet. In those seven balls, Juuhachigou thought, Lie the answers to all my problems… She smiled, allowing for the first time, the real reason that she had gathered the dragonballs to resurface in her mind. Kuririn’s face was the first thing that she saw. ***** Staring at the horizon out of the Kame House window, Kuririn was extremely worried. That morning, he had woken up totally alone in bed to find that Juuhachigou was missing. Even after he had found the rather blunt note she had left, he still felt apprehension. And that was over eleven hours ago! Trying desperately to think positively, he reminded himself that Juuhachigou could take care of herself. It wasn’t as if anyone was a real threat to her. He rested his head on his palm and sighed. “Where are you, Juu-chan?” He mumbled. A tiny hand tugging on his pants leg brought Kuririn’s gaze temporarily away from the window. He smiled, despite how he felt inside. “Why, hello princess,” He greeted the tiny girl as his feet, begging for attention. He reached down and scooped her up into his arms. The tiny child curled up happily in his lap and cooed happily, laying her small head on his chest. He stroked her soft, pale blond hair and smiled happily. She nuzzled her head against him, being her usual adorable self. Sighing blissfully, Kuririn rocked her gently. “Where is your mama, eh Marron?” He asked her softly. “She didn’t by any chance tell you where she was going did she?” The tiny girl giggled, but obviously didn’t understand a word. Kuririn’s face dampened. “I didn’t think so…” All of a sudden, as he turned to gaze back out the window, he saw the sky turn black. He shot up from his chair immediately, disturbing the drowsy Marron and making her cry out in protest. Carefully setting her next to a small pile of her toys, Kuririn hurried out the front door and unto the sandy shoreline to watch the sky… ***** Dark, ominous clouds crowded into the air, crashing with thunder and lightning as they turned the sky pitch black. Around the country, people looked out their windows at the strange phenomenon with curiosity and fear. Only a select few saw it and understood what was happening… At Juuhachigou’s feet, the dragonballs seemed to explode! The normal periodic glowing that had occurred when she had brought them together intensified one hundred fold and seemed to radiate light so bright that it rivaled the sun itself. Out of the seven shining sphere, what first appeared to be an endlessly long and massively powerful serpentine creature erupted. It too, shown with a seemingly inner light as it grew and grew until it was higher than the highest tree. Huge glowing red eyes suddenly appeared as scaly eyelids slide open. Juuhachigou had summoned the dragon… Wide blue eyes stared in awe at the inspiring sight in front of her. Though Juuhachigou had seen the dragon before, the experience never seemed to dull. She was snapped out of her trance by the dragon’s booming question. “What are your wishes?” He asked with that respectable, authoritive aura reverberating through even his voice. “Hurry and tell me now…” Juuhachigou’s hand closed into a tight fist at her side and her face set. All the terrible emotions she had experience over the past days came rushing back into her all at once, overwhelming her senses in this time of final decision. ‘I’m not getting any younger, you know… It’s just a few gray hairs…’ Kuririn’s voice. Older, older, older…dying. Kuririn would die! She…left alone…forever… “NO!” Juuhachigou screamed. Before she could stop herself, she looked up at the dragon to make her wish. If anyone had been around to see the desperate cyborg, they would have seen tears threatening to fall down her face. For us, Kuririn… She thought. This is for you and me… She called out to the Eternal Dragon. “I’m ready to make my wish!” “Speak.” Was the only reply. Now or never... She cried out her first wish. “I wish…that Kuririn would be young again!” The words said, it was too late to make second guesses. With a narrowing of his enormous eyes, the dragon’s inner light grew brighter for just a moment, sending a rush of wind past Juuhachigou so strong that she had to concentrate on staying in place. The next moment, there was total silence. Juuhachigou quietly pulled out of a defensive posture and looked around as if expecting there to be something tangible to show that her wish had been granted. The eternal dragon seemed to be reading her mind. “Your wish has been granted…” He boomed. “…I have made the one called Kuririn…young.” Juuhachigou’s smile froze on her face. She didn’t like the way that the dragon said that; something about it gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was then that she realized she had made a very grave mistake. Flying up in front of the great beast’s face with impulsive anger, Juuhachigou jabbed her finger at the green giant accusingly. “You messed up my wish, didn’t you?!” She demanded furiously. The Eternal Dragon blinked a few times, bewildered. “Well?!” Juuhachigou repeated. The dragon was a bit stunned. Never before in all the time he could remember had any lowly creature such as the one in front of him, spoken to him with such disrespect. He was the ETERANAL DRAGON after all! “Give me your second wish now, Human,” He spoke with a terrible intensity that would have made normal men duck and cover. “If you want them at all…” The tiny woman in front of him did not look intimidated. In fact, with her hands on her hips and her teeth gritted like that, she looked quite imposing herself! The dragon uncertainly cleared his throat. “Tell me, “ The woman said icily. “Just how “young” did you make Kuririn?” The dragon stared at her for a moment, then responded with a whirlpool image that appeared in front of Juuhachigou. It took a moment for the cyborg to distinguish her husband, and when she did it fulfilled her worst fears… A tiny boy appeared before her eyes. An irate artificial human turned glowing red eyes of malice on the eternal dragon. “Why you, IMBECILE!” She screamed. “You turned my husband into a CHILD!” If the dragon had been taken back before, he wasn’t sure what his emotion was now. “I have made the Human young, which is what you wished…” He began. “I wanted him YOUNG, not CHILD SIZED!” She got in the giant’s face. “You ruined my wish, now FIX IT! Her demand was destined to go unanswered. “Make your second wish…” “Fix my husband, you beast!” Juuhachigou hissed. “I have plans for that other wish, and I’m not going to waste it making up for your mistakes!” The growl that rippled from the huge creature shook the ground. “Make your second wish!” Juuhachigou was furious, but knew that it was worthless to argue with this monster before her. She looked down at her feet. This new unpleasant change in plans ruined everything. She had planned to use the first wish to make Kuririn young, like her. The second she had wanted to use to make Kuririn immoral… She wanted Kuririn to never die, so that he would never be separated from her. That was her wish. Or at least it was… Now all she had was an even shorter husband than before, a problem that she couldn’t leave as it was, obviously. She already had a baby daughter to care for; the last thing she needed was two children running around. Sighing as she realized only one thing could be done, Juuhachigou reluctantly prepared to give her last wish. Now she would have to wait almost half a year before she could complete her plan, and by then, Kuririn would know all about it. So much for her surprise… The Dragon waited rather impatiently as the woman broke out of her meditation and turned once final time to him. “I wish,” She snapped begrudgingly. “For Kuririn to be as young as me! And get it right this time, you incompetent idiot!” The Dragon sighed. ***** By the time Juuhachigou arrived home, it was a good deal past the time she was expected. An entire day had passed since she had sat on the red Kame House roof last twilight, and set into motion her mission to keep Humanity itself from stealing Kuririn away from her. When she finally came within sight of the island, she wasn’t surprised to see a very upset looking Kuririn on the beach below her. She sighed, though even she couldn’t blame the poor guy for it today. As she descended, Kuririn came up and meet her halfway. A rush of ocean wind blew past the couple in the air and rustled their hair gently. Kuririn didn’t wait long. He spread his hands after a startled fashion. “Juu-chan, what the in the heck did you do?” He asked incredulously. “I mean…” He looked down at his own hands questioningly. “What have you done to me?” Juuhachigou smiled airily. “What ever do you mean Kuririn?” She asked him. She observed him carefully, looking him over from top to bottom. Emotionally, he looked alarmed and extremely confused. Physically? She was delighted to find that Kuririn did look younger. He possessed a certain renewed energy about him now that she couldn’t remember him having before. The Dragon had done his job right this time, she happily noted. Juuhachigou looked at Kuririn straight into his wide, black eyes. “Can’t you tell, Kuririn?” She asked him. “I made a wish on the dragon today, to make you young again…” Kuririn looked shocked. “You what?” He sounded flabbergasted. “But why?” Juuhachigou didn’t like the tonation of his voice. It was not the thankful, happy exclamation that she had wanted and expected. She crossed her arms over her chest. All lightness of tone was gone. “I just told you I made a wish on you.” “But why did you do it?” Kuririn exclaimed. “Without even asking me? What else did you do?” With narrowed eyes, Juuhachigou ignored the question and lowered herself out of the air. Landing softly on the beach, she began walking down the shoreline and away from Kuririn, who came down behind her. “Juu-chan!” He called after her. Abruptly, she whirled around to face him. “Why are you unhappy?” She demanded. “I made that wish for you!” Kuririn didn’t know what to say. “I understand that, Juu-chan,” He said finally. “I just want to know why.” Juuhachigou didn’t feel the sting of hot tears at the corners of her eyes until it was too late. “Because I don’t want you to DIE!” She erupted. Her voice reverberated in the silent air. Kuririn couldn’t have been any more surprised. “Die?” He said. “I’m not going to die!” “Yes you are,” Juuhachigou accused. “You’re going to kept getting older and then one day you’re going to die, and leave me!” It had been a long, long time since had Kuririn heard so much feeling in his cyborg wife’s voice. Where had this come from all of a sudden? It was then that it struck him. “This is about yesterday, isn’t it?” He asked her quietly. Juuhachigou’s silence was enough to verify his assumption. Kuririn suddenly felt very bad about himself. “Oh, Juu-chan,” He said. “You didn’t really take it to heart when I said I was getting older did you?” Juuhachigou was struggling with a tide of emotion. “And why not; it’s true!” She said. Kuririn nodded. “You’re right. But I’m not going to die for a long, long time.” He said earnestly. “And even when I do die, it’s not the last time I’ll see you. We’ll meet in the other dimension one day…” “Do you know that?” Juuhachigou’s voice was almost fearful. She shuddered. “Do cyborg’s even have a soul?” Kuririn stared at her, shocked by her words. “Is that what you’ve been afraid of, all this time?” He asked her. When Juuhachigou didn’t answer, Kuririn sighed. “Juu-chan, why didn’t you come and talk to me about this?” He asked, spreading his hands. The concern was obvious in his voice. “And what could you have done about it?” Juuhachigou responded irritably, fighting to regain composure. “You don’t know the answer anymore than I do…” Kuririn was at loss. He couldn’t believe that she had felt this way... He hadn’t given much thought to death since he had married Juuhachigou and stopped fighting almost completely. The prospect of Juuhachigou not being able to follow with him one day into the next dimension had never even occurred to him. He could see how it must have been high on her list of fears. Walking up quietly in front of her, Kuririn gently reached out and took her hand in his. Why hadn’t he realized this before? “Juu-chan…” He said softly. “You know, I’m not just going to up and leave you one day…” She shook her head. “You’re going to die.” He nodded. “I know that, but one day you might too.” “Cyborgs don’t die.” “No, but you know better than anyone they can be killed.” Kuririn reminded her gently. “You’ll probably end up in the next dimension one day…” Miserable, Juuhachigou turned her head to hide clouded, fearful eyes away from her love. Without a word, she slowly shook her head after a hopeless manner and walked toward the end of the beach, where she took a seat at the edge of the waves. She was so distraught that she barely felt Kuririn come over and sit down quietly beside her. He didn’t dare touch her right off, but he couldn’t just sit there and watch her look so miserable. Slowly, cautiously, he dared to slip a hand around her waist comfortingly. He was shocked when she didn’t pull away from him or hit him. In fact, after a moment, he felt her lean into his reassuring grasp with a barely audible sigh of security. This reaction, if everything else had not been enough, more than proved how upset that Juuhachigou really was. Despite her great distress, Kuririn couldn’t help but feel a warm fuzzy feeling overwhelm him with the knowledge that Juuhachigou did really care a great deal about him… “Juu-chan…” He spoke softly to her. The smallest grunting sound was the only response from Juuhachigou, who couldn’t bear to even look at her husband. Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her face. Startled, she didn’t resist as Kuririn slowly turned her face so that her gaze was directly on him. He smiled at her with such warmth, that for just a moment, Juuhachigou was sure that everything was going to be okay. “Everything is going to be alright,” He told her. “We are going to be together forever.” “K-kuririn…” She stuttered. “But I’m a Cybor…” He shook his head, cutting her off. “I promise you, Juu-chan…” Kuririn’s soft voice told her, jet-black eyes sparkling with sincerity. “We will be together, even if it means that I have to split my soul in half, and share it with you…” |
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