Raindrops

10: In Attempts To Forget

It has been two weeks and Marron has heard nothing from her hybrid friends since that dreadful evening. She began to focus on working rather than worrying as neither of the two wished to communicate with the blonde for some ungodly reason she simply couldn't wrap her head around. She glanced emptily at the clothing racks, her fingers playing with the fabrics almost as if she were lost in thought. It was a beautiful piece, Marron thought. But she knew she had confidence the size of a pebble. Her mind recalled Goten's comment making her want to crawl back into her hermit shell.

It was a beautiful pearly satin fabric with a lacy neckline, paired with equally shiny light green ruched shorts. The blonde's eyes looked over it, feeling the piece's texture and for a moment considered just buying it, not caring what anyone had to say. She grit her teeth, cursing herself for being so immature. "Ma'am," a voice gently stated, "do you need any help?"

Marron broke out of her pensive state and shook her head "no". Marron sighed as her fingers released the fabric and headed out of the store. She wasn't accustomed to visiting the mall without Valese, who would drag the blonde around to low-brow stores. She continuously kept putting off visiting stores for herself for once. Her birthday was fast approaching and she hardly felt like it was, what with the lack of friendship and joy around her as of late...it was hard to imagine how or why.

She mounted the escalator descending into the masses of humans scattering about the mall. She felt very small, almost invisible. She found comfort in that invisibility. As her eyes looked downward she sensed a pair of eyes boring into her, and as the blonde turned her head she spotted the two green eyes glaring into her very soul. "Marron?" She almost swore he mouthed her name. Panic arose in her chest as her eyes followed his form ascending to the next floor. The blonde felt that shield of invisibility dissipated as she desperately chased the end of the escalator. Her hands clutching onto her cross body bag as she swam through the ocean of colorful waves.

She listened as her brown heels clicked against the flooring, reaching directly for the door. Marron didn't expect Cash to be there out of all the people in West City. As soon as she reached the parking lot she hastily took off her shoes, stuffing them into her bag and with the little ki she had, pushed herself into the sky, flying fast enough that no human would catch her, hiding in the midst of the clouds. She clutched to her bag as tight as she could allowing the wind to guide her in the direction of her home. Cash was a difficult subject for the blonde to hold on to.

Seeing his sharp jaw and emerald eyes struck fear more than anything else in the blonde. There was a distinct point in her teenage years that man waltzed into her life and left just as quickly. Here she was again, running from her past. Marron's early life was often met with memories of seclusion and sheltering, specifically after the events of Buu. Her mother and father hid a lot from the young blonde. Her only connection with people her age being Goten and Trunks...and even then, those experiences were few and far in-between. And as she reached her age of entering a normal high school, Marron found herself hiding.

The blonde was never much of a flier, she much preferred to walk or drive like a normal human. Marron never truly accepted the power her family and family friends held, often wishing to live as normally as possible...normalcy was all she wished for. Yet since truly befriending Trunks, she's taken up the practice of flight for her own convenience, gaining the slightest ki boost from the activity. The blonde landed on the soft grass, feeling it crunch beneath the soles of her feet. Glancing upwards she caught sight of the lavender-haired hybrid staring out into the distance, the blonde's eyes flicked over to his hands holding a note of some kind.

"Marron?" Trunks called out, not even looking back. Shit, Marron quickly thought, I forgot about ki-sensing. "Trying to sneak up on me, blondie?" He asked now whipping his head back, a smirk on his lips as he motioned her to come over. And of course, she complied, sitting on the pier beside him. She could feel the ocean breeze intertwining between the strands of gold hair. Trunks glanced over to her, the brown fabric wrapped around her clung tightly to her skin as the rest of the fabric flew in the direction of the wind. "Weird you were flying, Mar," Trunks stated as he leaned on his palms, "didn't take you for much of a flier."