Where are you? A Frit Oneshot!

"Where are you?"

Frost sat silently outside of Hits house, staring off into space. After Cabba informed him that he'd be given a second chance, and was given a very clear explanation that the Saiyans could track him down if need be, he decided he'd need some place to hide out. Cabba stated that he, out of the rightful act of doing what's right to keep civilians safe, would tell reporters that Frost had simply escaped, and was now running loose. But he promised not to speak a word of any specific directions the Ice-jin would have headed. Frost, for once, was grateful for his ex-friends decision. 

Now he sat silently, waiting. He couldn't fully understand why Hit took him in so easily, but he figured it was best to be obedient if necessary. After his first experience with Hit when he tried to steal Champas cube, he immediately chose not to get on the killers bad side. So, now he was here. Quietly sitting in patience for Hit to return.

But his mind pondered. He couldn't put it into words, but he knew Hit was taking longer than usual. Hit seemed like the kind of guy to keep promises and secrets, and was someone who didn't lie if unnecessary. Before he left, the Assassin explained to Frost that he'd only be gone for about an hour and a half. But now two hours went by. And no sign of Hit returning showed.

Frost felt some of his first senses of concern, and he wished he didn't. He didn't believe he felt worry for the guy who went out and practically killed him. But the space pirates senses made him feel anything but not caring. He didn't know why. And now his mind reeled with questions about the man who seemingly disappeared with no signs of return. It sickened him in a way. It sickened him that someone like himself could so easily feel worried about someone like Hit. To him, Hit was just a random guy who killed by orders, not bothering to listen to someones opinions, and was someone who could care less if a disaster was happening right in front of him, as long as he wasn't ordered to stop it. But that made Frost feel worse, because it made him realize how 'similar' he and Hit were in some way. 

Frost didn't care much for affection, nor did it matter to him whether someone died as long as he got something out of it. He was a man who started wars, stole and sold planets, put on a disguise just for fame and fortune. He would act like an innocent and polite child, when in reality he was a criminal waiting to strike. And just like Hit, he didn't always bother to listen to what others had to say if he didn't want to. But sometimes he had no choice if it meant his survival. But even so, Frost listened to Hit. He listened and stayed behind and waited as he was ordered, and he gave almost no restrain to the demand. It disturbed him. 

The night was cold, and as Frost sat in the grass, his tail moved to curl around him. He sighed, his eyes glued to the sky. A breeze flew by, causing taller blades of grass to sway lightly. The soft grass brushed up against Frosts leg, but the Ice-jin was unmoved. Nearby, unknown creatures elected sounds inside the shadows and tight spaces. The moon that orbited Hits planet glowed brightly, sending out a soft ray of moonlight to illuminate the darkly cascaded ground. All kinds of things happened around Frost, but it didn't matter. Frost was only concerned with what was happening with Hit. But little did he know, the purple Assassin was fighting for his life against a God of Destruction.

Frost inhaled deeply, and he shut his eyes. He thought to himself for a calm moment. Then, his tongue moved almost on it's own, as his mouth spoke with light worry, ushering out a simple question.

"Hit......where are you?"