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Fanfic: Amy und Pan (Shojo Ai)
Chapter: Amy and Pan (Shojo Ai)
Amy and Pan.
Well, I've read serious Yaoi 's or Shonen Ai' s many times on the DBZ site here, but not real girl - girl (Yuri, I think) stories.
Not a single one, maybe I missed something, but I doubt it. (I've seen 'my best friend, but that's not DBZ)
So I decided to try an emotional FF myself.
Since there are many thoughts, I will mark these '...' as follows.
If you don't like something like that, read it away.
Amy's point of view:
"I'm sure she'll hate me for it."
'Why should she still like me after I do this?'
Amy put her head back on the shoulder of the girl next to her.
Her hand gently caressed her bosom, but the girl did not wake up, the smell of alcohol rose slightly, very slightly and sweetly in Amy's nose.
'I never thought I'd be in bed with her like that.'
~~~~ Flashback ~~~~
Amy looked up in boredom when the math teacher stepped through the door, he wasn't particularly popular, but there were worse ones.
Even if she couldn't stand math in the morning, she got good grades.
The girl who came in after the teacher also looked at her rather bored, although she took the time for a precise examination. It looked quite good, long black hair that protruded from the head in a messy way.
Black, deep eyes looked attentively around the classroom.
She wore comfortable jeans, and a sleeveless white shirt, although most of the girls preferred tank tops, was not uncommon.
Her bosom did not stand out too much, but was clearly visible and apparently well-formed.
Otherwise she was about 170 cm tall, and even though she walked a little hard, Amy didn't notice anything special.
She walked to the side of the class, and then stood directly in front of her.
The teacher croaked towards the class: "Good morning dear students, I would like to introduce you to a new classmate: Pan.
Will you stand in front of Pan, please? "
The girl took a step forward and began to speak in a very pleasant voice: "Hello, my name is Pan, I had distance learning until recently, but my mother said that I should finally socialize. I live in the eastern district 439, and come here every morning on a plane. "
The teacher nodded, obviously he had already known that, without paying attention to the confused looks from the class, he said: "Good, please sit down somewhere."
Amy's mouth had opened slowly when she heard Pan's address.
She was surprised, not only that she liked the sound of the voice, Pan also seemed nice, she would have expected different from a "private student".
Now Pan went up to her too, of course, the seat next to her was free.
As she got closer and closer, Amy surprised herself as she got to her feet and looked at Pan's gait.
Her gait was much more energetic than that of a normal girl.
After Pan sat down next to her, she decided to talk to Amy with Pan during the break.
~~~~ Flashback End ~~~~
Amy smiled involuntarily at the memory.
Of course, she hadn't fallen in love with Pan because she wasn't really girlish about me.
She was just more masculine than other girls, not manly.
She had liked Pan right after the break, really liked it at the end of the day during which they had got to know each other better after school on a stroll through town.
After only a week or two, they became very good friends.
Amy had wondered why Pan often disappeared so quickly after school, but Pan lived far away, and Amy had also learned that Pan practiced martial arts seriously and trained hard every day.
She even used it to protect Amy once.
~~~~ Flashback ~~~~
Amy stood in front of a boutique, bored.
Usually it was she who took Pan to exotic locations, but this place wasn't to her liking. She usually avoided stores selling martial arts equipment.
But Pan had absolutely had to go there.
In revenge for, as Amy suspected, that she kept dragging her to some shopping spree.
Not that Pan was against shopping, but more than twice a week was excessive for her.
Amy hadn't wanted to come into the shop, the guys, mostly mountains of muscles, hadn't been all that comfortable to her.
In addition, she wanted to look around a little.
She had walked around a bit after agreeing with Pan that they would meet here in, Amy checked her watch, 12 minutes, at 8 p.m.
When a couple of the mountains of muscle came out of the store and looked at them in a rather unambiguous way, Amy decided to be back here in 11 minutes, she didn't like those looks.
So she turned around and walked down the street.
The guys just didn't seem to want to leave her alone.
They followed her, and before Amy noticed anything, one was on the right and one on the left, one was just ahead of her, and the last two were walking behind her.
Amy felt uncomfortable when the guy next to her spoke to her, surprisingly, his voice was even pleasant: "What are you doing at a martial arts shop?
Do you want to learn to fight yourself or have you been looking for a friend? Anyway, you found us. "
At the last few words his grin had grown meaner, suggestive, or, what would have been better, exclusive.
Amy replied relatively calmly: "I've been waiting for a friend, but that's none of your business."
With that she stopped, at least she tried to, but the two behind her just pushed her on, to the right, left, and on and on, until they were in a side street that was neither lively nor particularly trustworthy.
Amy had given up her restraint and kicked the guys, even wanted to scream, but they covered her mouth and carried her.
Amy was desperate when the two who had carried her let her down, her mouth cleared for a moment, and screamed again, but the call was muted, with no noticeable reaction.
When the guy who had spoken to her while he was pressing her against a wall with one hand that Amy suddenly felt behind her and the other began to open his pants, she panicked.
Suddenly his expression changed from grinning excitedly to pure agony.
He let go of Amy and tried to turn around.
She now saw the hand on his right shoulder, it was a girl's hand, Pan's hand.
She didn't seem particularly tense, but there was a faint crack from the shoulder, and Amy noticed that the hand reduced the circumference of the shoulder significantly where it was squeezing.
The young man tried to defend himself while the others stood there surprised because someone had dared to attack them.
When the first started screaming in pain, Pan let go of him.
He collapsed, now Amy could see Pan 's eyes, they were burning in a fire that she could not properly classify, but she knew that she did not want to be in the skin of the person who was the subject of this fire.
When Pan finally spoke, after almost half a minute of silence, her voice was cold, Amy could hear that, if she had known what a sayajin is, she would have also recognized that the threshold to murderous lust had been exceeded, and only very good luck or a lot of civilization would have prevented a murder, but she didn't know, so she only heard the murderous words: "Run for your life before I get really angry."
It was almost a statement, and Amy suddenly knew that Pan would kill if those guys weren't walking or if she didn't do anything.
So she whispered softly: "Let them live."
She felt the weakness that suddenly seized her body, and also heard that her voice was only weak.
Pan looked into her eyes, it seemed like an eternity for Amy, until she saw that the lust for murder gave way, what remained was the firm resolution to beat the guys who had not reacted to the hospital.
Also, something Amy couldn't place, maybe grief, about the injustice of the world.
The apparent leader was still lying on the floor, now unconscious, his shoulder looking strangely bruised.
The others gathered themselves, three each drew a knife, the fourth a police stick.
They never had a chance to use these weapons against Pan, she hit the first one in the chest with her right fist, you could hear bones crack when three ribs broke, and he flew back two meters, where he remained unconscious.
She kicked the next one on the left thigh, needless to say that the bone there was also unable to offer any resistance.
With a left-armed, straight blow, she literally flattened the third's nose.
The last's chest made a brief and painful acquaintance with her left foot, the result being a perforated lung, as well as three ribs broken twice and one broken once.
The whole attack had lasted less than a second, when Amy took a step forward, she barely felt the weakness that inevitably overtook her body after the tremendous adrenaline rush, so she fell over the would-be rapist still lying on the ground in front of her, right into Pan's arms who had taken a step forward with presence of mind and caught her.
Pan said while she put Amy up and led her gently but firmly down the alley in a sad voice: "I'm sorry that I took you to the shop, there are often idiots there who after training on Satan Combat schools believe they can do anything.I should have thought of that. "
Amy looked into the resigned face of her friend, and replied, almost joking: “It's not that bad, you were there in time.” Her voice became more serious when she added: “I didn't even know that you were so strong . You would have killed the guys if I hadn't asked you not to, would you? "
At the
Well, I've read serious Yaoi 's or Shonen Ai' s many times on the DBZ site here, but not real girl - girl (Yuri, I think) stories.
Not a single one, maybe I missed something, but I doubt it. (I've seen 'my best friend, but that's not DBZ)
So I decided to try an emotional FF myself.
Since there are many thoughts, I will mark these '...' as follows.
If you don't like something like that, read it away.
Amy's point of view:
"I'm sure she'll hate me for it."
'Why should she still like me after I do this?'
Amy put her head back on the shoulder of the girl next to her.
Her hand gently caressed her bosom, but the girl did not wake up, the smell of alcohol rose slightly, very slightly and sweetly in Amy's nose.
'I never thought I'd be in bed with her like that.'
~~~~ Flashback ~~~~
Amy looked up in boredom when the math teacher stepped through the door, he wasn't particularly popular, but there were worse ones.
Even if she couldn't stand math in the morning, she got good grades.
The girl who came in after the teacher also looked at her rather bored, although she took the time for a precise examination. It looked quite good, long black hair that protruded from the head in a messy way.
Black, deep eyes looked attentively around the classroom.
She wore comfortable jeans, and a sleeveless white shirt, although most of the girls preferred tank tops, was not uncommon.
Her bosom did not stand out too much, but was clearly visible and apparently well-formed.
Otherwise she was about 170 cm tall, and even though she walked a little hard, Amy didn't notice anything special.
She walked to the side of the class, and then stood directly in front of her.
The teacher croaked towards the class: "Good morning dear students, I would like to introduce you to a new classmate: Pan.
Will you stand in front of Pan, please? "
The girl took a step forward and began to speak in a very pleasant voice: "Hello, my name is Pan, I had distance learning until recently, but my mother said that I should finally socialize. I live in the eastern district 439, and come here every morning on a plane. "
The teacher nodded, obviously he had already known that, without paying attention to the confused looks from the class, he said: "Good, please sit down somewhere."
Amy's mouth had opened slowly when she heard Pan's address.
She was surprised, not only that she liked the sound of the voice, Pan also seemed nice, she would have expected different from a "private student".
Now Pan went up to her too, of course, the seat next to her was free.
As she got closer and closer, Amy surprised herself as she got to her feet and looked at Pan's gait.
Her gait was much more energetic than that of a normal girl.
After Pan sat down next to her, she decided to talk to Amy with Pan during the break.
~~~~ Flashback End ~~~~
Amy smiled involuntarily at the memory.
Of course, she hadn't fallen in love with Pan because she wasn't really girlish about me.
She was just more masculine than other girls, not manly.
She had liked Pan right after the break, really liked it at the end of the day during which they had got to know each other better after school on a stroll through town.
After only a week or two, they became very good friends.
Amy had wondered why Pan often disappeared so quickly after school, but Pan lived far away, and Amy had also learned that Pan practiced martial arts seriously and trained hard every day.
She even used it to protect Amy once.
~~~~ Flashback ~~~~
Amy stood in front of a boutique, bored.
Usually it was she who took Pan to exotic locations, but this place wasn't to her liking. She usually avoided stores selling martial arts equipment.
But Pan had absolutely had to go there.
In revenge for, as Amy suspected, that she kept dragging her to some shopping spree.
Not that Pan was against shopping, but more than twice a week was excessive for her.
Amy hadn't wanted to come into the shop, the guys, mostly mountains of muscles, hadn't been all that comfortable to her.
In addition, she wanted to look around a little.
She had walked around a bit after agreeing with Pan that they would meet here in, Amy checked her watch, 12 minutes, at 8 p.m.
When a couple of the mountains of muscle came out of the store and looked at them in a rather unambiguous way, Amy decided to be back here in 11 minutes, she didn't like those looks.
So she turned around and walked down the street.
The guys just didn't seem to want to leave her alone.
They followed her, and before Amy noticed anything, one was on the right and one on the left, one was just ahead of her, and the last two were walking behind her.
Amy felt uncomfortable when the guy next to her spoke to her, surprisingly, his voice was even pleasant: "What are you doing at a martial arts shop?
Do you want to learn to fight yourself or have you been looking for a friend? Anyway, you found us. "
At the last few words his grin had grown meaner, suggestive, or, what would have been better, exclusive.
Amy replied relatively calmly: "I've been waiting for a friend, but that's none of your business."
With that she stopped, at least she tried to, but the two behind her just pushed her on, to the right, left, and on and on, until they were in a side street that was neither lively nor particularly trustworthy.
Amy had given up her restraint and kicked the guys, even wanted to scream, but they covered her mouth and carried her.
Amy was desperate when the two who had carried her let her down, her mouth cleared for a moment, and screamed again, but the call was muted, with no noticeable reaction.
When the guy who had spoken to her while he was pressing her against a wall with one hand that Amy suddenly felt behind her and the other began to open his pants, she panicked.
Suddenly his expression changed from grinning excitedly to pure agony.
He let go of Amy and tried to turn around.
She now saw the hand on his right shoulder, it was a girl's hand, Pan's hand.
She didn't seem particularly tense, but there was a faint crack from the shoulder, and Amy noticed that the hand reduced the circumference of the shoulder significantly where it was squeezing.
The young man tried to defend himself while the others stood there surprised because someone had dared to attack them.
When the first started screaming in pain, Pan let go of him.
He collapsed, now Amy could see Pan 's eyes, they were burning in a fire that she could not properly classify, but she knew that she did not want to be in the skin of the person who was the subject of this fire.
When Pan finally spoke, after almost half a minute of silence, her voice was cold, Amy could hear that, if she had known what a sayajin is, she would have also recognized that the threshold to murderous lust had been exceeded, and only very good luck or a lot of civilization would have prevented a murder, but she didn't know, so she only heard the murderous words: "Run for your life before I get really angry."
It was almost a statement, and Amy suddenly knew that Pan would kill if those guys weren't walking or if she didn't do anything.
So she whispered softly: "Let them live."
She felt the weakness that suddenly seized her body, and also heard that her voice was only weak.
Pan looked into her eyes, it seemed like an eternity for Amy, until she saw that the lust for murder gave way, what remained was the firm resolution to beat the guys who had not reacted to the hospital.
Also, something Amy couldn't place, maybe grief, about the injustice of the world.
The apparent leader was still lying on the floor, now unconscious, his shoulder looking strangely bruised.
The others gathered themselves, three each drew a knife, the fourth a police stick.
They never had a chance to use these weapons against Pan, she hit the first one in the chest with her right fist, you could hear bones crack when three ribs broke, and he flew back two meters, where he remained unconscious.
She kicked the next one on the left thigh, needless to say that the bone there was also unable to offer any resistance.
With a left-armed, straight blow, she literally flattened the third's nose.
The last's chest made a brief and painful acquaintance with her left foot, the result being a perforated lung, as well as three ribs broken twice and one broken once.
The whole attack had lasted less than a second, when Amy took a step forward, she barely felt the weakness that inevitably overtook her body after the tremendous adrenaline rush, so she fell over the would-be rapist still lying on the ground in front of her, right into Pan's arms who had taken a step forward with presence of mind and caught her.
Pan said while she put Amy up and led her gently but firmly down the alley in a sad voice: "I'm sorry that I took you to the shop, there are often idiots there who after training on Satan Combat schools believe they can do anything.I should have thought of that. "
Amy looked into the resigned face of her friend, and replied, almost joking: “It's not that bad, you were there in time.” Her voice became more serious when she added: “I didn't even know that you were so strong . You would have killed the guys if I hadn't asked you not to, would you? "
At the