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Young Man's Heart	By : Rogue Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gather close and listen to the mistress

Took a little while to get this one out. Been busy lately.
I was also a little stumped in places for this, but here it is. Enjoy. The story
is going to begin to pick up soon and I�m still not sure just how far it s
g
go. *smirks* Pretty far, I think. Be prepared for some serious messed up stuff.

Now off to your nightmares, my dears

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Shinedown

"All
I Ever Wanted"

I lie here alone and wonder why

That I come alive, just before I half to hide.

Because I believe I'm losing my nerve

But could I ever do better than this

Because all I ever wanted was a place to call my home

To shelter me when I am there and to miss me when I'm gone

All I ever wanted was a place to call my own

Where stars may dance and sun still shines and the storms feel free to roam

I listen if only for a while

But I can't decide if I'm aware that I'm on trial

Because I believe I'm losing my nerve

But could I ever do better than this

Because all I ever wanted was a place to call my home

To shelter me when I am there and to miss me when I'm gone

All I ever wanted was a place to call my own

Where stars may dance and sun still shines and the storms feel free to roam

If there's a waya rea remedy then lead me straight to it

If there's a path or a door I missed , then show me now, show me this

Because all I ever wanted was a place to call my home

To shelter me when I am there and to miss me when I'm gone

All I ever wanted was a place to call my own

Where stars may dance and sun still shines and the storms feel free to roam

feel free when I am gone
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Warnings � Some language. The juicy stuff hasn�t
really started yet.

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Losing My Nerve

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He woke to the harsh reality of life and pain. His whole
body was in pain and, for the life of him, he couldn�t understand why. He tried
to shift, to roll and alleviate the discomfort somewhat, but when he tried to
move he realized that he was unnaturally weighted down and just couldn�t manage
the feat. He felt so weak that even if he had the will to force himself, it
would have been a struggle. So, instead, he just lay there in pain with his eyes
closed, trying to will the hurt away. That certainly didn�t work. The pain only
worsened as time went on until he began to yearn for some outlet, something,
anything that would just make it go away. And the futility he felt was so
frustrating that it made him begin to lose his temper.

In short, when consciousness fully surrounded Gohan, he was
one grumpy demi-saiyan on the wrong side of the bed.

It didn�t help his his throat was so dry that he couldn�t
speak.

He opened his eyes and saw strange pink walls and a white
ceiling with florescent lights running through the center. And�perfume� He
wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of it. �Where the hell am I?� He
turned his neck to look around the alien environment and saw flowers. Flowers
everywhere. �Ugh, no wonder.� But turning his head alerted him to a tighs ass as
the muscles on the left side of his neck protested mightily at being used.

He tried to move his neck another way in order to loosen
the knot but that only ended in a surge of pain through his left side. Turning
back to his left with difficulty, he finally saw what had weighted him down so
much before. His shoulder and arm was set immobile by a splint and a mass of
bandages.

The past events of the catastrophe at the pharmaceutical
company came back to him with blinding speed, but the image that overwhelmed all
the rest was the face of the boy he had killed. Gohan�s head fell back on the
pillow and he closed his eyes tight, trying to dispel the horror, but that only
made the picture clearer, more real, more�dead. He pried his eyes open and
searched of anything else to look at in the hopes that it would drive that image
away. That is when he saw that he was in restraints. His right arm was held to
the metal bedrail with a soft, padded, velcro cuff. He pulled on it weakly as if
to reassure himself that he wasn�t seeing things. Nope. He was tied to his bed
and he was too weak to do anything about it either. There were three more straps
pulled over his body securing him and his legs down to the mattress. That was a
little more than disconcerting as well. The beginnings of panic were starting to
bloom through his still hazy mind.

Did they know? Did they�know what he did? Did they think he
was dangerous and *needed* to be tied down like this?

He looked around the room searchinr mor more clues. All he
saw was the normal hospital �get well soon� surroundings provided by loved ones
and friends whenever you got sick. Nothing hostile, nothing unwelcome, nothing
suspicious� Except those legs there� Gohan tried again to stretch his neck up so
that he could see whose body those legs belonged to, but he couldn�t do it and
the person stayed hidden behind an impressively large bouquet of flowers.

Gohan realized that his breathing was hitched and his heart
thudded hard in his chest, both from exertion and from nervousness and his lack
of control over the situation. Anxiety flooded his body with endorphins making
him even more susceptible to the pain radiating from his shoulder, from inside
him, more precisely. He opened his mouth to try and get the person�s attention
but all that came out was a dry rasp. He worked his tongue, trying to build up
some moisture, but there wasn�t any on his tongue either. He tried again,
wanting at least someone to answer him, to reassure him, to tell him what had
happened, what was going to happen, just to talk to him at all. Just to distract
him from the awful things swirling around behind his eyelids. This time, what
came out was more of a croak and still had very little resemblance to the
�hello?� he had been trying for. The cruel scratch that it made as it passed
through his windpipe pushed him past communication and into mortal danger of
choking to death on his own tongue.
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