:Story Summary: For seven years Cell has remained in the distant background while Sasara has lived her life peacefully while raising her son, Satoru. Circumstances will bring them together again and Cell will learn of the secret that Sasara has kept from him and everyone else for seven years. As if that wasn't enough, Cell must enter a fight to not only save himself but also the one person he cares about. The problem is, he can't do it alone.
Really bad summary...and I'm not good at them. XD
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Yes, I have not fallen off the face of the Earth after all…and it's been an extremely long time since I tapped into the fanfiction realm. So sorry!! But I'm back and I am throwing a huge attempt at yet one more Cell fic. And this time I'm trying something new…this is the typical (somewhat) continuation of my Cell saga concerning Layrial, now Sasara OC's, but this time the story is being told from Cell's p.o.v. I was going to do it as usual and keep it as Sasara, but there would be parts where she wouldn't be present, therefore how would she know what's going on exactly? ;) So I'm giving this a shot…hopefully it goes ok! And as usual, the first chapter is always rough, and short…but I have the whole summer to work on it!
As a regular note, I own nothing…that's why I'm just writing fanfiction and not real selling stories. Also, if you have not read the previous stories to this series, you might want to consider doing so. Unfortunately this one because of its nature will be harder to follow without some background knowledge and Cell is not one who will completely reflect on everything that's happened over "thirty years" time…so please visit my other stories, starting with Shadowed Spirit.
Oh, and the title is weird and goofy and I'm not sure it fits…it might, it might not. But I hate posting something without a title, so I just threw this on. It'll probably stay though. We'll see. BUT…please review and tell me if you're interested in this so far. I'm hoping I hear from some old friends that have shown appreciation for the previous installments. I write this one for you and new fans!
Okay, enough of my babbling…onward!
The Last Fight
Chapter 1: Need
Since the dawn of my existence I have never considered humans even remotely adequate and substantial to my standards. The only reason that I spared a few in my travels is for the mere concept that destroying them all at once would leave me with nothing in the end. These were thoughts I have been stringing over and over in my mind for nearly three decades. Each word is true in every sense of the matter when it concerns the general topic of humans versus me. However I had never anticipated the consequences toying with one average human would have had on my life.
That one incident of meeting this reporter had changed the course of my life and had altered my purpose. I had tried to keep myself on the same track, to ignore the affect she had on me. But in the end my efforts were futile. I had lost sense of who I was and in the long run my path was veered off course for good. This woman, Layrial, was not the one I had to worry about. Although I had once thought she was the one my mind could not erase from memory and I had taken her with me when I departed Earth for what I thought would be the final time. Instead her daughter was what I found myself yearning for more of.
I shame myself into thinking that I had a need to be near this woman, Sasara as her name was. Her mother had died and yet I did not think twice about it. However, the human state that I was forced to be in was more of a concern. During the escapade in space with Layrial I had come upon this wizard who claimed to be the brother of a former nemesis of the same nature. Of course he was who he said; the ugly resemblance of a mutated imp was overwhelming proof. He had said he sought revenge for the death of his brother, though the original demise of his sibling was not by my hands. However, though blind I was at the time, he cursed me and the human woman to the point where I would be caught in a place I could not escape from one form of torment or another. Layrial became drastically ill and at the time I had a contrast of heart. I could not bear to see her suffer and thought it best to return her home.
Naturally I did not listen to the words of this Bebidi, the wizard whom I should blame for any furthering of my already-off path course. He had told me that I would suffer if I returned to Earth. I will not deny that I had an ego that shrugged this off immediately. What harm could I possibly face, I had wondered. Bringing Layrial back to Earth was the most logical choice, yet it turned out to be the worst for me. Upon entering the Earth's atmosphere I too fell under the spell that was this wizard's magic. So it seemed that by bringing Layrial back and trying to help her, I put myself into the worst possible situation. My body was the punishment that he had intended for me. My supreme powers dwindled beyond recognition and my body transformed into what I despised most of all—a human.
How poetically correct was the nature of Layrial's daughter, Sasara, finding me in my weakened state. She had first noticed my transformation into the lesser form and forced me to her own residence. I should admit that I had no other choice; I might not have survived as easily as I had under her roof since she provided me with the nourishment a human requires.
But of course this sequence came with more consequences that my life has seemed to be unable to avert from. I would have blamed it on my weakened state, the possession of a human body and probably the influence of human emotions on top of it all, but I still feel the ache deep inside when I think of her. Being that close to her and having her open herself up to me as if I were not who I had always been, but someone that she was able to confide in made me lose all control. I had done something that I never considered possible for more than one reason. And upon learning that she was already in a relationship with another made me feel envious—an emotion I am not accustomed to and felt despair with, regardless of my perfect nature.
As time owed itself, our little affair was short lived and as the story goes, I did not win the girl. Nor did I really want to. However, there has been one reason or another that I have given myself to not abandon the planet for good and continue on with my own life. Instead I have come and gone, but always returned to the hillside by her homestead where I may watch her. She soon wed the man I had been struck resentful of and a child soon appeared thereafter. I cannot deny that the jealousy in my soul has been blackened with the mistrust I had in her, to allow herself to go to him instead of me.
Then again, I knew this was the best. I did not want any ties with another human, and she did not belong with such a fellow as me. However, to lose something to a mere human that has no physical, not to mention no more than basic mental capacities has sullied my pride. I have tried time and time again to ignore this and see past this slight slip in my perfect design. I had thought at one time nothing could penetrate me, but this woman has been tormenting me much longer than I would have ever anticipated possible. Her mother is nothing but a distant memory. She, on the other hand, though I have not exchanged words with her in nearly seven years, as been a thorn placed in my side that cannot be dislodged. I feel that I will forever be infected by her existence and her hold on me.
So why do I reflect upon this so closely now? Today had been no different than any other. I have been standing here for nearly 24 hours watching the small house, listening for anything that was not part of nature. I saw her through the windows, moving around doing whatever it was she did every day. Her child begged her for something and she willingly gave it to him, the spoiled brat. Her husband, that man Kei if my memory serves me correctly, said his goodbyes and vacated the premises to go to work, wherever that may be.
Perhaps it is because for the past few days I have noticed something in the air that is familiar, yet different. There was something brewing in this neighborhood and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't anything wicked or malicious, so there was nothing to get excited about. I have not been in a good fight in years. As a matter of fact, I have been extremely bored as of late. So perhaps this thing that has gotten into my head is nothing but my imagination trying to create something to anticipate…to explore to keep myself occupied.
Of course that could not have been the real reason; it was far too simple-minded of me to think that I would create an imaginary scenario just to occupy myself with. So what is it?
I watched as Sasara went out to the front of her house to put something in that contraption humans called mailboxes. Her son soon followed and it was then I realized there was something about him that I became curious about. I could feel a presence in him, yet I knew that he was just another typical human child. Perhaps it was really my mind playing tricks on me and I wanted there to be something about this boy. I refuse to admit it had anything to do with the fact that it could possibly give me an overdue audience with Sasara.
Time passed and I stood on that hillside for those hours. Sasara eventually allowed the boy to play outside. I had this horrible urge to go down and snatch him, to show her that she was not as watchful as she thought she was. It would serve her right…and it would give me another chance to see her. Oh, how I wish I felt nothing for her; I wish even more that I still had the ability to fight this urge and deny everything. Yet that has long since passed and I have just given into this emotion of longing.
It's the only thing I have ever surrendered to…and no one but me is aware of it.
And as if fate was actually listening to me the tables turned as Sasara's young and stupid boy wondered into the woods behind his house. What was even better was that she was completely unaware.