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-This chapter talks about very dark themes including depression, suicide, and years worth of child abuse. If you are uncomfortable with these topics I suggest not reading this chapter at all. if you wish to read the end portion to get a general idea of what's going on, you are more than welcome to.-
Chapter Eight
more decisions
I was 17 i lost you in silence..
Tried to hide all my pain with violence.
Traded all of my scars for tattoos,
Now everything i do just reminds me of you.
May 21, year 767
My plan has gone to shit. I got too caught up at Capsule Corp. If anything, I shouldn't have left. But now I have no clue on what to do. No clue on what my next move should be. My hate for Cell has grown tremendously. I̶ ̶t̶o̶l̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ n̶o̶t̶ t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ m̶y̶ ̶F̶U̶C̶K̶I̶N̶G̶ S̶H̶I̶T̶. It's as though the universe is against me! Or maybe..I can't do anything right. Akuhei always reminded me of that. A̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ I̶ w̶a̶s̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶l̶e̶s̶s̶.
I regret many things in my life. I regret giving that bastard the time of day. I regret ever meeting Trunks. I̶ r̶e̶g̶r̶e̶t̶ m̶y̶ e̶n̶t̶i̶r̶e̶ e̶x̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶c̶e̶.
He was sweet. A quality most men were lacking in. I could tell he had been through a lot, just like me. Maybe he was my next move. S̶c̶r̶e̶w̶ C̶e̶l̶l̶. The planet was going to be destroyed soon, was it bad that I wanted to have fun? Cell probably only saw THAT side of me, the side that wanted to trick him in the first place. D̶r̶. R̶e̶i̶i̶c̶h̶i̶ t̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ I̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ d̶i̶a̶r̶y̶ b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶ b̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ l̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶o̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶. God damn that asshole! I'm pissed as hell. Akuhei was the only one who could get away treating me like trash. A̶k̶h̶i̶t̶o̶ l̶e̶a̶r̶n̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶y.
Who was Cell to get special privileges?!
I'll show him. I̶'l̶l̶ s̶h̶o̶w̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ a̶l̶l̶.
Cell
"I'm about to go into a city full of collapsing buildings. I think I deserve a smoke or two." She retorts back. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm leaving now!"
Cell stopped Emi right in her tracks. The way she looked back up at him caused an odd emotion in the bioandriod. Even more odd, he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Emi hesitates but reciprocates in the end. His chin rested on the top of her head. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, nearly forgetting just who's hair he was sniffing. As of late, Emi had been distracting him. He told her he wanted nothing of her but in the end that was a lie. Cell had undoubtedly missed the purple haired girl. So the moment he saw her back at his arena he had to take his chances. No way in hell was he was winning the Cell Games without figuring Emi out first. Getting out of his head, he decided the hug had lasted far too long.
"Y-your heart. It's not beating!" Emi exclaimed.
Cell's tense body relaxes. "I'd have to be dead for my heart not to be beating my dear.." He lightly corrects.
Emi forced herself out of the hug to stare at his mostly empty chest. Cell crossed his arms knowing it would piss her off.
"Hey! I'm trying to figure out where your heart is." She snaps.
"Maybe I don't have one. Not every being has a heart Emi." Cell in metaphorical terms, was correct. He didn't have a heart. It wasn't that he was made without it-the organ was just on the opposite side of his chest- but metaphorically speaking, he had no heart. Cell didn't understand it. He never questioned his need of a "heart" before meeting Emi. He wouldn't admit it aloud but she was starting to get into his head. A little too much for his liking.
"Everybody has a heart Cell..good or bad." Emi's smile elicits a new foreign feeling in the android. To mask it, he decides to be condescending.
"Stop being so melodramatic, it's just an organ." He grabs her oh so soft hand, placing it over his right breastplate. Cell wouldn't admit this either, but he loved the way her skin felt. Memories of last night nearly make him laugh. The image of her squirming and mewling his name came to mind. He only touched her out of curiosity. To understand how it worked, to fuel his own pleasure for knowledge. Though he had to admit, the sight of her so flustered was quite enjoyable for his eyes.
Emi's face scrunched up in confusion. "I don't-" Cell quickly shushed her. After a silent filled moment he watched Emi's eyes light up with amazement. He hoped she didn't feel it, his heart was beating a bit faster than normal. All because of their close proximity. I am mostly positive I am losing my mind.
"W-wow.." Emi mumbles.
"You continue to amaze me. As if you've never felt a heart beating in one's chest before."
She finally moves her hand. Cell gazed into her dazzling blue eyes wondering what she was thinking. That was what kept Cell so intrigued. He could easily read other beings, but Emi was quite different. He only knew of what she told him which wasn't much. Her parents did horrible things to her and her brother seemed to be dead by her own hands. Cell was just glad of one thing; she didn't have those stupid meager feelings for him anymore. He got her to recognize that it was just mere fun for the time being. At least that's what he convinced himself time and time again.
Emi quickly kissed his cheek snapping Cell out of his thoughts.
"I'll be back I promise! Feed Chase and don't go through my shit!" She shouts from her moving vehicle. Cell was still too deep in his own thoughts to wave back.
Cell, undoubtedly, was going through Emi's shit. Only forty-five minutes passed and he had done nearly everything he could think of. Finishing the laser game with the feline, meditating, frequently checking Emi's location, hell he even started a staring contest with the feline out of pure ennui.
"How dare you leave me here with no form of excitement you wench?!" Cell cursed.
But then again, this was exactly what he wanted. Time to himself to study his enemies and mentally train for his tournament. The mere thought of eradicating Goku and all of the stupid Z warriors brought an evil smile upon Cell's face. He was going to enjoy breaking their bones and hearing them beg him for mercy. He clenched his fist, feeling his ki give rise a bit. Even Cell didn't even know what he was capable of at this point. He paused his thinking feeling a certain cat jump on top of his head. Chase purrs nuzzling his face deeper in Cell's cranium.
Where's Emi when you need her.
Cell grabbed the black cat by the scruff of his neck. He blew a small puff of air into Chase's face making him scrunch his face in discomfort. "Stay off my head before I turn you into stew." Cell warned for the umpteenth time.
Chase responds with a low growl which in return elicts a growl from Cell. "Don't act so high and mighty when Emi isn't around. She can't save you when I turn you into roadkill!"
He gave the angry cat a shake. Chase hissed and swiped his claws, leaving three bloody marks as he did so. Cell threw Chase watching him scurry up the stairs. He wiped his cheek, feeling the wounds quickly closing. Cell cursed himself for letting his guard down, for even associating with the stupid animal. He pulls his hand back feeling something moist trail down his fingers. Blood.
He growls menacingly.
"WHEN I FIND YOU I SWEAR YOU SHALL REGRET EVER BEING BORN!"
Cell stomps up the stairs. In front of him was a short hallway to another set of short stairs that led to Emi's studio, to his right was a closet, and further to the right was a bedroom. He stalks inside-making sure to close the door- and starts his search. After thirty minutes pass Cell ultimately gave up. He loathed that black feline.. Just as he was about to exit the room a certain picture caught his attention. He backtracks, picking it up. It was of Emi and her..friend he presumed? They were both smiling wearing cat makeup and multicoloured ears. Cell smirks. A certain thought came to mind.
"I'll be back I promise! Feed Chase and don't go through my shit!"
Cell smirks to himself. He opens the first top drawer to Emi's dresser. It was full of her undergarments, some sexier than others. He picks up a jade green floral embroidered thong. His smirk grows. Cell put the lewd garment down making a mental note to see Emi in it later on. The rest of her drawers were full of clothes and other boring items. Cell even found an odd looking purple toy, but not even he wanted to know what it really was. It was only then on his way out did he hit a heavy box sticking out from under the bed. A low sound of curiosity rumbles in his chest. Now he was getting to the good stuff.
The brown box was beat up, the duct tape doing absolutely nothing to keep it togther. A bewjewled locked chest surrounded by several empty alcoholic bottles and cigarette packs took up most space. Cell cocked his head to one side. He grabbed the chest taking notice of the multiple magazines and comic books laid under it. He fingers the lock with a scoff. As if it would keep him from seeing what's inside. Cell grabs the top of the chest prying it open with ease.
"Oh my."
Cell picks up the steely jet black hand gun. It felt heavy, clearly loaded. "Now why would you have something like this Emi?" He soliloquized.
All the possibilities of having a firearm seemed plausible but made no sense in Emi's case. Protection? No, the neighborhood seemed suburban and fairly quiet. It wasn't her gun at all? That made no sense, it was locked up in her room as if she were trying to hide it. Maybe it was a murder weapon or- a sudden thought came to mind.
"I have nothing to live for. Simple."
"I don't think I have nothing to live for, I know for a fact. I am not loved, I've never been loved and I live with it. So yes Cell! I can cling to what little I have but that's the thing. I have nothing."
Cell tuts to himself. He didn't think Emi was capable of killing herself, but then again he did find her gun for the very purpose. A ball of emotions tightens in his chest. He quickly puts the gun down opting to grab the very old diary instead. "(黒澤恵美), Emi Kurosawa" was written neatly in kanji on the front surrounded by blackened hearts. Cell opens to the first page. He read her cute introduction even laughing to himself at the little threat.
-if Emi Kurosawa isn't reading this diary, then you better put it down baka!-
The next few pages were boring, full of imaginative stories and doodles. It wasn't until he stumbled upon a certain entry did he actually stop to read.
February 6th, year 748
Papa yelled at me today. He always yells at me now. I don't know what I ever did to him. Akihito was born a few days ago and I asked to hold him for the first time. He smiled at me and let me do it. Until Akihito almost fell from my arms. Akuhei slapped me and called me stupid and said that I'd never hold Akihito again. But I secretly still do. Mama even let me feed him once..
Cell silently reads on. Entry after entry of beatings and abuse. Each going into greater detail than the last. He grimaced when reading about the time when her arm was snapped in two. It didn't take long for Cell to reach the last page. He quickly searched the chest for any more books full of Emi's tales. Out of desperation, he flipped the chest over shaking all of the contents out. Nothing more than trinkets and other facetious items. That is until a key bounced off his foot. The gold metal now rusted to resemble copper. The size indicated that the key was to a door.
Cell made his way downstairs. Behind the living room was another room that he concluded was the girl's from Emi's photo. He had been in there days ago finding it absolutely cluttered with papers and other junk. No point in checking there. The only other place with a lock on the door was the utilities closet. Cell took great notice to how easy it was to open it. He looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary besides the way items were thrown about. A brown box caught his eye. It resembled the one under Emi's bed.
"This was quite..unexpected." Cell mumbles.
The box contents were stacks of documents in barley closable folders. The papers were old and tattered with age, clearly having been put up for years. "Emina Kurosawa" read the folder label. Cell narrowed his eyes. He was confused on all of it. Emi was hiding-besides the obvious suicidal tendencies- something of her past. Whether it be from herself or the now doomed world, it all made Cell even more intrigued. Especially the damned key!
Cell decided to skip over the patient physical going right down to the pronounced diagnosis.
Aug. 754
"It would seem Emina demonstrates vast signs of Post Traumatic Stress. The abuse she must withstand from her father has taken a definite toll on her mentality and ability to think for herself. I believe she may even be clinically depressed. I have also taken notice of small signs of aggression, but for now I'll make the medical assumption that it is connected to her PTSD. -See video log for her first visit-"
Nov. 754
"Emina seems very involved with her younger brother. Akihito is his name. They have an unspeakable competition for some form of affection from their parents. Despite my warnings to the Kurosawa's they don't seem to fully grasp that if they don't change their ways, Emi will eventually break down. No matter how I feel though, I can not say anything more. I can only offer coping mechanisms for the poor girl. Emi also seems to have a few bruises today. I tried to avoid the topic of her father but it seemed that's all she wanted to talk about. -See video log for today-"
Cell didn't understand the "video log" notations. They weren't with the rest of files so where the hell else could they be? Unless.. Cell fingered the key in his grasp. His instincts were telling him to check the closet one last time. A key meant a keyhole, which also meant a door or another box similar to the one in Emi's bedroom. Cell gently slid his hands over the painted walls. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was starting to realize his inquiry had a deadend. Cell slammed his closed fist into the doorframe. The house shook, toppling books over from the closet top shelf. With a roll of his eyes he starts reorganizing the closet.
That's when he saw it.
A trapdoor with a single keyhole in the floorboards. It blended in so well, not even he was able to find it quick! Well played Emi. Cell unlocks the dusty compartment. He ignores his urge to sneeze to dig around for whatever hidden object. No longer grabbing at cobwebs, he feels a box of some sort. Cell's eyes darken at the sight of labeled videos. Oh just what in the hell had Emi gotten herself into?
••••
Correction; just what in the hell was he getting himself into?
Everything Cell seemed to be doing screamed wrong. Was it the fact that Emi's childhood made him uncomfortable? No..Cell saw the disgust as his affections for her. He wanted to prove her wrong, to prove himself wrong. So he watched the videos one by one, soaking in every detail. It were as if he were in the room with her.
"I don't like talking about Papa." Emi grumbles.
"Well, we're here to talk about anything. Perhaps you want to talk about the cuts on your-" Dr. Reiichi paused in her talking as a hot cup of cocoa was sent her way.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING. Leave me ALONE!"
Cell paused in the video watching to read the doctor's notes on each visit. It seemed to him as though she had taken a liking to Emi. Either that or she simply felt sympathetic. He noticed her writing changed from sophisticated indications to raw emotions. Fair came up on several occasions. Cell languidly continued to watch the visits. They were all the same. Emi didn't wish to speak. Reiichi's attempts were always met with some sort of tantrum.
"I don't understand Emina-"
"My name is EMI! I don't like Emina. Mother calls me Emina.."
"Okay Emi.." Dr. Reiichi concedes. After a brief pause she spoke again.
"Do you know what 'Emina' means?"
Emi shakes her head. "No."
"It means 'a beautiful painting of vegetables'."
"That sounds dumb. At least with 'Emi' it makes sense. 'Beautiful picture'..." Emi looks away from the camera. On the side of her neck you can catch the glimpse of red finger marks around her throat.
"Well!" Cell could practically hear the smile in the Doctor's voice. "'Emi' also means 'beautiful blessing'."
"I am no blessing to my family." Emi retorts with misery in her eyes.
The tape cuts to static. All of this new information on Emi was hard to process. Her name wasn't really Emi, it was Emina? Or was Emi her nickname? Cell didn't know at this point. Hell, he never suspected her of having PTSD either. A special tape caught his eye. The date seemed to be missing on this one! Cell figured something important had to have happened. He wordlessly pops the tape in.
Dec. 758
The camera fumbles around. The screen rotated and turned in different directions before finally settling in the correct way. Emi paced back and forth, her hair in a tumble, her face streaked with hot tears. No words could escape from her.
"Emi..darling, what happened." Dr Reichii calmly asks.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to."
"What didn't you mean to do?"
Emi finally looks up. Her eyes were bloodshot, no doubt from her apparent tears. "I..I.. I-I-"
"Remember your breathing exercises. Exhale, inhale for four seconds, hold for seven, let it all out for eight. Can you do that three times for me?" The doctor asks.
Emi nods and does as she's told. After a tense moment, she deadpans.
"I killed him."
The video cuts to static. Cell sat stunned for a moment. That is until what he heard finally set in. The box full of VHS tapes was upturned being frantically searched by the android. All of the tapes had been watched. Cell doubled-checked all of the dates three times. It didn't make sense to him. Why end it there? Right as she admitted to committing a crime of some sort?! Right as he had given up all hope (as if Cell even knew what that concept was) a lonesome tape caught his eye. It was different from the rest of the tapes. The date seemed to be written in red kanji, signifying importance. He narrowed his eyes bracing himself for whatever was to come next.
Emi looked into the distance. She wasn't in the same room as her therapist.
"I heard your brother's funeral was today. How do you feel?" Dr. Reiichi asks.
Emi's gaze finally focused on the doctor. "I feel like nothing. Empty. Papa is so ashamed of me..he won't even beat me for it. I think he's going to get rid of me."
"What about your mother? Did she attend?"
Emi shrugs in response. "She was too sad to leave her room."
"...why is your father ashamed of you Emi?" Dr. Reiichi hesitantly asks.
The question is met with silence. "...you know why." Emi whispers harshly.
"I do not actually. Does it have something to do with your brother's death?"
"I..I don't want to talk about it anymore." Emi whispers.
"I can't help you Emina if you do not talk to me." Dr. Reiichi patronized.
Emi began to pace. She muttered under her breath, repeating how she hadn't meant to hurt her younger brother.
"Emina-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She slaps her hands over her ears. Her face red and stained with tears, Emi tries to calm her breathing. But Dr. Reiichi kept pushing on with her questions. Over and over again until Emi popped.
"Why are you angry Emi?" Dr. Reiichi asks.
"I don't want to TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!" She shouts.
"Talk about what? How you pushed Akihito from the second story?"
"Stop please stop..!" She cries. Her body curls up into a tight ball on the couch.
"He had a rope around his throat. He wanted to die..but then he changed his mind. But you took that opportunity to finally reclaim your parents love, right Emi?!"
"SHUT UP!" she screams. "It wasn't my fault. He was just like him. I couldn't let him become like him..so he had to go. I didn't mean to push him..but thinking of another Akuhei waltzing around, acting as if me breathing is a sin wasn't fair! I deserve happiness! I deserved their love!"
A tense moment goes by. With the click of her pen, Dr. Reiichi scribbles something down.
"I'm glad you decided to be honest."
Cell was speechless. This was what she was hiding so bad. Or covering up? Cell didn't know which to choose from. He was only snooping to uncover a few embarrassing secrets, not her closet full skeletons. He didn't know if these facts made him more intrigued or irritated all together. She was a handful that was for sure. Cell reached into the brown box from before pulling out an even bigger manila folder. The date was nearly two years after the first tape. He scans through, finding nothing as sinister from Emi's early childhood. He only noticed the "video log" notations were now gone.
Aggression. Depression. Self harm. Violent.
Over and over those words came up constantly. Emi at the age of only 17 had gotten a tattoo down her spine. "We reap what we sow" was written in kanji. Her love life was in shambles. Every man who attempted a relationship with the young girl ended up regretting it. Whether it be from Akuhei, or Emi's need to make them the complete opposite of her father. Manipulation. Dr. Reiichi could no longer control the girl. She was, without a doubt, going down hill ready to take everybody with her.
-I see more in Emi. Her will to dance. She is quite good as well, maybe that is what she needs. A nice distraction from her own head full of worries.-
What had started as a distraction turned into a dream.
Cell read on about Emi's recovery. She was taking her medication, going to school for dance, and getting exceptionally better. Once and a while she had bad days. Akuhei degrading her or even just thinking of her brother set her off immediately. Cell kept those facts in mind. He even decided to make a mental note on her full name.
"Emina." The three syllable name rolled off his tongue with ease.
Cell made it to the last page of notes. The dates indicated that only four years had gone by. Four years too short for his liking.
Nov. 761
"Emi seemed troubled today. Her father supposedly locked her outside of their estate while it was pouring rain. She was very angry, and even after doing some breathing techniques she still seemed angered. She also mentioned to be keeping some feelings hidden from me. How Akuhei planned on ending our time together. It wasn't from his fear of me going to the authorities, but his own way of regaining control over Emi. He doesn't like her dancing. He doesn't like her new friends. He doesn't like anything that she ever does. His degrading comments have made its way to struck Emi so bad that she actually believes his disgusting narcissistic words. But there is nothing I can do. She mentions leaving which I explained wasn't a wise decision. She talked about her dreams to be the best dancer ever. Is it bad that I don't ever believe she'll make it under that man's rule? Maybe leaving is the best option for her.."
note: refill on Paroxetine, Lorazepam, and Depakene.
-date of disappearance-
Cell put it all together within minutes.
"Emi came from an abusive home where she killed her brother for the sake of reclaiming her parent's affections. When that proved to be futile, she resorted to being angry. At herself or them, it didn't matter. The doctor encouraged Emi to find a passion which was dancing. Her father's will to control her grew too great, pushing her to running away and living some new life pursuing her ambitions of a young dancer."
It all made perfect sense. There were still a few plot holes; how her father found her, why he abused her so much, and the manipulation over men who seemed to act like Akuhei. Cell rebounds back to that last thought.
"Manipulation.." He whispers breathlessly. Could it be? Was Emi playing him for a fool? No that was ridiculous! She wouldn't dare attempt such a feat.
"You murder one another just to be higher on some imaginary pedestal and then repeatedly blame other's for your own faults. You're all weak mind and willed because the slightest set back scares you all into a frenzy of lies and cheats. You rather kill each other off than tell the truth because it makes you "stronger" in the long run when it actually shows how WEAK you all are!"
His monologue had definitely shaken her up a bit, to the point of tears at that. Was it possible what he said pissed her off that much?
"Oh please darling. You told your sob story to the one being in this universe who could give less a damn about your pitiful existence. Get out of your delusional mind and face the fact that I Cell, will never feel anything another than annoyance for you humans."
Cell inwardly cringed. He closed his eyes. The look she had was still imprinted into his mind. The possibility of her playing him for a fool was growing more possible by the second. He sighs solemnly, deciding to head back to his arena. Emi was to be home soon and he rather be alone to soak in this new knowledge of her. He walked into the kitchen, over to the sliding door near the dining table. A book on the ground caught his eye. It most likely fell from when he shook the house earlier. He picked it up realizing it wasn't a book at all, but a composition notebook. No. Just put it back and be on your way. But of course, his curiosity won him over.
"I-impossible..!" He managed to utter.
It was another diary of some sort filled with all of her past relationships. Who the men where, what they did to wrong her, and exactly how she plotted her revenge. The details were heavy. The plans, too elaborate for Cell's liking. There was no way he was in the book. They weren't even lovers! Cell jumps to the last few pages. The others didn't matter. He took notice to the dates and how big of a gap were in between them. He didn't understand, nothing was making sense anymore. This was the same girl who dared to challenge him when they first met.
She was all bark but no bite.
Cell turns to the next page. Unlike all the others this one was written in red ink. "CELL" was written at the very top. He shakes with unholy rage as he read on. Emi planned on tricking him into falling for her, and at the last moment "crush his soul" in the same way he did a few nights ago.
Cell inhaled slowly. This was his own doing. For showing a hint of mercy he was made a fool in the end. He was starting to actually develop some sort of affection for the purple haired vixen. The very thought of him being deceived by a weakling like her was astonishing itself. He let her do this. He let her make him feel these..feelings after he proclaimed of having no such thing.
I let the roach into my home and now there is an infestation.
Cell calmly placed the notebook onto the counter top. He wasn't angry, of course not. He had been tricked by a human, no big deal. He walks into the backyard quickly taking to the skies. He doesn't head for his arena. His destination was somewhere a little farther out.
Mars. The perfect place for Cell to release his wrath. Now that he thought about it, deep down he knew Emi was up to something. The new emotions he seemed to experience being around her occupied his attention. Which again, makes it his fault.
"Grrr..! When I get my hands on that rodent.." Cell seethes.
His ki skyrockets most definitely alerting Goku and his annoying comrades. Sparks flash around him as his ki continued to rise. Oh he was pissed. He was so, so pissed. How could he have been so dumb and not see her ploy? Her trickery? The audacity she had trying to fool him, and nearly doing so! Cell takes a deep breath. With a war cry he channels his power into his being. The planet shook as dark clouds roll in. He seethes and growls angrily. Cell swore the next time he saw her he would kill her. He would break her legs in two so she couldn't run, rip out her tongue so she couldn't scream, and then he'd slowly torture her in every possible way he could think of.
He began to levitate off the shaking ground. He cradled his hands to his side, gathering blue concentrated ki. The more he thought of what could've been, the more pissed he got. He showed one act of mercy and look where it got him?
"Ka...me...!"
Her illness should've been an excuse. She was sick in the head, that's all. Despite her very elaborate plans to trick him, just sick in the head.
"Ha...me..!"
Cell could see her laughing at him now. This was what she wanted. For him to feel like crap after believing for a moment that she was different from the rest. But that's what ticked Cell off even more. She wasn't.
"HA!"
The ki blast was sent plummeting down towards the planet. The explosion blinded Cell for a mere moment before finally clearing. He pants, observing the destruction he just caused. Mars was no more. His fists billowed steam. He inhales deeply. He refused to go down this way. He refused to let her think she won. If she wanted to play games, well he could too. He would exploit her weaknesses. Get so far in her head she'd never know the difference between reality and her own sick nightmares. And when it's all over, he'd kill her.
Cell smirks evilly. "Seems my mercy has just ran out."
It would be days before Cell seen her again. From the mess he left in her home, she clearly knew he had watched those videos. Cell's eyes were still closed when Emi approached his still form. He didn't open them until he felt her hands gripping at his calves. She was a mess. Tears leaked from her bloodshot eyes no doubt from crying for so long. She wore sweats, her hair pulled back and looking like a tumbleweed. Cell cursed to himself refusing to give in. He knew that was what she wanted the entire time. Sympathy. Someone to hold her hand as she was ostracized.
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! I-I didn't mean any of it." She cries.
Cell knew she wasn't referring to him at all.
He squats down to be at her level. He stares into her tantalizing eyes wondering if he really had enough energy to waste on someone like her. Maybe he could kill her quickly and get it over with. Cell pushed a loose strand out of her face. He caressed and wipe away her tears, feeling her lean into his very touch. He hadn't even done anything and she was already under his control. He figured his plan was unnecessary. She had been his from the very beginning.
"Don't feel too bad my dear. I forgive you." He lies.
Emi's eyes brighten up. She grabs Cell's face, forcing her lips upon his. He missed her intoxicating smell. Cell decides to indulged just for a mere moment before standing to his full height. Emi followed suit, wrapping her arms around his thick waist. He stood there awkwardly. Her behavior was clearly a mental breakdown. But who was Cell to help her out? He could care less about her mental state. If anything, it made tricking her much easier. He felt her body slump against him, no doubt from passing out. But before she did, Cell was able to catch her parting words.
"I love you...Otōto."
She called him a WHAT?! (We won't find out until chapter 15)
Just kidding! "Otōto" roughly translates to "little brother" in Japanese. I didn't want to hassle you guys into googling anything so there ya go.
...I honestly didn't like this chapter. I didn't HATE it but I feel like something's missing or I rushed it. Ugh I don't know at this point, hopefully somebody lets me know. For the most part I've explained all of Emi's troubling past. -Except for a very important detail but alllll shall be revealed- I genuinely hope I conveyed her illnesses correct, if I didn't please do not become offended. I made sure to do accurate research instead of just piling "problems" on an MC. What Emi has is real and a lot of people go through it in our society.
Oh yeah let's state the obvious. This whole chapter was in Cell's (third person) POV! I was definitely excited to write his rageful Kamehameha Wave that destroyed Mars. Fun Fact, Cell in ISAL destroyed Pluto. :) Next chapter is back to Emi's POV except it's another catch up chapter. Cell hadn't seen Emi for two days, I wonder what she was doing? I should probably mention Trunks will return next chapter as well..
Fairwarning; the beginning of next chapter describes death before we jump back into something more lighthearted. Hey I didn't choose the genre "angst" for nothing! Please review! They always make my heart skip a beat. :3
much love,,
