Raindrops

3: A Little Bit

Marron landed minutes after Trunks, her arms encircled around her loose shirt to avoid it from floating too high. The blonde glanced at her surroundings, perplexed at her friend's reasoning to bringing her to an old pier. "Trunks what is-" Marron began, before glancing upward, her eyes catching sight of the warm glow of the sunset. Her heart tugged as she watched the sorbet colored sky, reminding her all too much of her old home. Sure, it was only a few weeks since she left the confines of her cozy island to chase her dreams in West City, but Marron would never forget the distinct feeling of digging her toes into the sugar-white sand of the island, feeling as the crystalline blue water crashed against her feet.

As she glanced outward she could feel the oceanic air dance among the strands of her hair, listening intently to the sound of seagulls squawking in the distance. Only the slightest sting, appeared to be Marron's response to the hybrid's choice location, which was silence. Trunks, who hasn't looked back at her sighed, as he walked a few steps, sitting down at the pier. His legs dangling as he swung them to-and-fro. "Thought you might like this place," the hybrid stated. His eyes darting back to the blonde who basked in the brilliant glow of the sunset. Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat quicken before whipping his head back to the view of the ocean crashing gently against the wall. "I like coming here when I need to relax."

Marron took small steps towards the pier, sitting beside Trunks. "From?" The blonde questioned quizzically, her icy blue eyes penetrating into his tan skin. "That's a stupid question," Marron muttered.

"No," Trunks smiled. "It's not stupid," he continued. He looked upward allowing a sigh to emit past his lips, in truth there were a lot of things that he needed to run from. Not even his own home, no matter how vast it may seem had enough space to pour his problems into. "Capsule Corp is the main source of it, really," Trunks mused, "but I'm assuming you already knew that." He tapped his fingers against the cement, feeling himself get lost in the rhythmic beat of the ocean.

Marron, hesitant to speak as she watched the serenity in the hybrid's face simply said, "so then why did you bring me here?"

Trunks opened his eyes, looking over to Marron. "You may want to come here too someday," Trunks began, "the city is great, but it's crowded and stressing." Trunks stayed silent, looking over to her. He doubts she understood at that moment, but something about this place seemed to move her. Despite all of Trunks' efforts he couldn't seem to put his finger on it, unsure on whether it was the beauty of the distant horizon or homesickness. But her reddened nose made it clear she seemed a bit too sensitive.

The blonde chuckled, wiping the tears cascading down her eyes. "Sorry, I-I don't know what came over me," she muttered before taking a deep breath, "it's a beautiful place, Trunks, thank you."

Trunks snapped out of his pensive state, jumping to his feet with a hand outstretched, "come on you sap, I got something else to show you."

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Trunks' idea of something interesting was vastly different from her idea of something interesting. Though she tried to keep the most interest in what he had to show her, she was attempting to piece together why exactly a corner store was the hybrid's idea of fun, she imagined some sort of club...or a museum. But his choice of a corner store truly was beyond her. "So, you dragged me out to a-"

Trunks shot a deadly glare at the blonde, before opening the cooler, pulling out a hetap. In a swift motion he handed one to Marron before he lurked into the back of the store. Her eyes followed the tall lavender-haired man as he pulled from the shelf what seemed to be instant noodles. Marron tilted her head and walked towards the hybrid, her brow quizzically arched. "That's super unhealthy," Marron began, pointing at the red plastic wrapped noodles. "Do you know how high that is in sodium."