Hey there! This is the first time I've written anything for something that's not related to the Mortal Instruments or Infernal Devices. I've actually started a full-length story for Casshern Sins, but there are so many plot holes that it's kinda impossible...so here are some drabbles! Some angsty, some happy, the works. Hope you enjoy :)
It was time. He'd denied himself happiness long enough. And though what he was about to do wouldn't be enough to fill the aching void the resided in him, it would greatly lessen the pain. And he would welcome that temporary solace with open arms.
These thoughts deepened his resolve but seeing that small cottage froze him in mid-stride. His plan had pretty much consisted of getting to the small shack. Sure, he'd thought about what he would say to her, but he had been unable to come up with anything acceptable. It'll be a long journey, he had told himself, and you'll have plenty of time to think of something. But now he was here and quite apprehensive.
A thought crept up from the edges of his subconscious, but he pushed it down. Thinking of the pink-haired woman would only bring sorrow upon what would hopefully be a joyous reunion. But his eyes strayed to those twin slabs of rocks that rose from a beautiful garden of flowers. Lyuze's necklace hung off one of them and flashed green in the sunlight.
His attention was caught by a figure pushing through the side door of the cabin and hobbling down the path. Pots filled the circle of her arms, some teetering precariously as she made her way down into her vast garden. She crouched, setting down the pots, and stood to brush the dirt from her tan dress. Silvery blonde hair cascaded down her back, eerily different from the short curls he remembered. She was quite tall as well, compared to her height as a little girl.
Casshern couldn't help but wonder what kind of being she was, to have been able to grow up like that. Robots didn't age, but humans didn't live near as long as she had. She had to be some sort of mix, which seemed impossible. But one thing was for certain: she was unlike anything else on the earth.
She'd been created by experiments. He had pieced together the fact that Leda was her mother, but who supplied the other chromosomes. It wasn't him, was it? Or perhaps Dio? That seemed more likely, because of her hair color. Or…could it have been a human? It couldn't have been any ordinary robot. All Casshern knew was that the experiments that created Ringo were conducted with the goal of successful robotic reproduction.
Casshern frowned, surprised at having gotten distracted so easily when he was about to do something he'd been wanting to do for over a hundred years. But when one spends that much time wandering the earth alone, one becomes accustomed to thinking.
A crash snapped him from his thoughts. He refocused on Ringo as she knelt to pick up the remains of a broken pot. She was muttering, and he was pretty sure she'd never used such colorful vocabulary as a child.
His lips barely curved upward as he started toward her.
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