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Prologue

There's a way to escape; I know,

that this is not the end; of this world,

When there's more love; than hate,

So take my hand and let's go...

The hardest part about living was to live while constantly looking over her own shoulder. Emina had had her fair share of that while on the run from her father, Akuhei. It was a tough battle, for her sanity, for her well being. She was the daughter of the infamous Kurosawas, their now only living remaining child. Their son died at the young age of eleven. His death would set in motion a string of events that would later lead Emi down a spiraling path of a drunkard haze and the instability of loving herself and others. There were good days.

And then there was the bad.

Now it would take medication to keep her emotions in check. But how was she was supposed to do that whilst also having to work for the same man who was tormenting her? The same man who intentionally placed the idea of murdering her own brother into her head? But then came another figure in her life.

Created in a lab for a revenge plot, the bioandriod Cell absorbed andriods 17 and 18 to evolve into his perfected form where he held a competition to demonstrate his power, and to later eradicate the entire human race. But most plans never go accordingly. He met Emi, who would later be truly named Emina, and wanted to figure her out. He was created in an underground lab, being fed all the information the universe had to offer and yet he could not for the life of him; figure her out.

Was it his curiosity? Partly, but Cell was feeling something entirely different when around the human. Dare he admit it, he was starting to care for her. And that, scared the living hell out of him. Despite all the confusion between the two regarding her mental health, he still couldn't help but give a damn. He refused to let her go.

The day of his tournament come around and it was exhilarating. Finally given the opportunity to show the world what he was made of to only be overwhelmed by a prepubescent child. Oh how aggravating it was especially to watch Emi chose the boy over him. And yet, he still gave a damn. But the power was getting to his head. His mind couldn't distinguish reality to that of his doubting thoughts permeating his better judgment. He wondered; is this what she felt like? Feeling helpless and forced to do whatever her mind willed her to?

He was going to kill her. He didn't want to but the power high from earlier had seriously gone to his head. To make matters worst, she had batrayed him yet again. Cell only remembers strangling the blue-haired wench until she was suddenly gone along with the feeling of his entire body. He could still hear her though.

"You stupid..fucking..idiot! Why did you have to be such an evil being? Why couldn't you have just stayed the same as last night..as the man I once loved so heavily."

"Loved"? Feh. That weak human emotion was once something he chastised Emina for. But as the darkness pulled at him then, he realized for a split second that he did, truly love her. Maybe that was why he became so obsessed while in captivity. Seeing her, smelling her, breathing the same air as her; it all caused a surge of emotion. But then, she abandoned him again. Rejected him.

It was all too much for him, all too much for Emi who would later give birth to two children while simultaneously losing her ability to have more. Life was complicated, her psychiatrist would tell her. But holding on to what you already had made the journey to happiness worthwhile. Five years of worthwhile waiting later and Emina realized something. She was unbearably, without a doubt, unhappy. She had watched her two precious children grow up. She had ran her father's company, which was technically her's, without too many bumps in the road, and here she was. Lonely as ever. It haunted her. Screamed, cried, gnawed the living hell out of her. She'd catch herself thinking of him. Wondering where he was, wondering if he indeed intended on coming after her. Only time would tell, she'd say to herself.

Only time would tell indeed.

Emina

Routine. That is what I became accustomed to. I'd wake up to infant cries, tend to myself, eat breakfast, work, and head back home. That was it, besides the infant cried evolving into Emeru waking me up every morning; this was our schedule. We grew accustomed to it. But this week changed my entire life. And from then on, there was no longer a schedule.

Monday

"I don't know how I could ever thank you enough for taking on this responsibility.." I thank Bulma for the fifth time that night.

"Psh. No need. The lab is only a few floors down from my house, it's the least I could do."

"Yeah but..I feel so useless as a mother." She clicks her tongue in irritation. Bulma sets her cup of wine down, shimmying closer to my end of the couch.

"Stop that Em. You are not useless. You are a good mother-the best and needing someone to help watch the kids after school doesn't make you any less of one. Trunks and the twins all go to the same school, and considering you live in West City now I truly don't mind having them over for a few hours."

I sigh through my nose. Bulma meant well. I knew this, but it still stung having to get a babysitter. Mayumi had graduated from med school two years prior and was now on her way to becoming a resident which meant shitty hospital hours and zero time to babysit. I could've easily asked my parents. Akuhei and I were on the same page and had been for five years now. But I couldn't will myself to risk it. So many what ifs plagued me and what he could potentially do to my own children. I shook those negative thoughts away. I trusted Bulma. And despite Vegeta trying to murder the twins while still in my womb, he seemed more content on keeping his distance.

For now.

"One of these days I'll be comfortable with it I swear. Just give me some time." I laugh.

"It's been what, two years since the kids started school? When do you think you'll be ready." Bulma retorts with a laugh of her own. Our banter was rudely interrupted by my cellphone ringing.

Work.

I excuse myself and rage at whoever decided to call at such a time at night. I was too busy yelling at the imbecile on the other line that I didn't see the ominous shadow looming over me. I turn too quickly, bumping into a wall of muscle. It was Vegeta. I didn't even get a chance to apologize before he shoved me to the ground where I caught my fall with one hand.

"Watch where you're going, wench!" He huffed. I felt my wrist pop uncomfortably as I landed. I tossed my phone to hold the aching bone. Bulma runs over to inspect me all the while telling Vegeta off for being such an asshole.

Tuesday

It was nothing but a sprain. Three weeks, the doctor said. I'd have to sport this ugly brace on my wrist for three damn weeks. And it was all his fault! "Fuckin hell.." I caught myself muttering as I drove to my next appointment with Reiichi-san.

I had been doing good these past few years. I had never felt so mentally healthy in my entire life, up until now. As I open her door I was greeted with the scent of matcha hot chocolate. We spoke about boring things for awhile. How I was doing, how the twins were doing, bleek things that never truly mattered.

Reiichi shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Her nose wrinkles in thought before pushing her glasses up with some sort of finality. "Emina..there is something we need to discuss."

"Okay, shoot."

She clears her throat, leaning towards me a bit as though to catch me if I suddenly fell forward. "I have reviewed your file. Or better yet, I've study it these last couple of weeks."

"Okay..do I need a refill on something? I don't.." Reiichi removes her glasses. She rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs vehemently.

"My apologies darling. I just.." She sighs once more.

"Come on, just say it already."

"I believe your Post Traumatic Stress has evolved over the years. I figured that the imbalance of taking your medication would be a factor but it seems I was wrong."

I was down right confused now. What was she trying to say? That she's misdiagnosed me these last few years? "...I believe you have a bipolar I disorder."

I slump into my seat. Bipolar? No, hell no. There was no way I was that damaged to be bipolar. It didn't even make any sense! I just had PTSD, that was it. "N-no..I can't be bipolar. I can't."

Reiichi leans over to hold my hand for support. "Yes darling, I believe you are. And just a month ago, you had another episode,"

I snatch my hand from her grasp. "That was on accident! I must've forgot to take my pills or-or-"

"Accident or not," Reiichi snaps. "You hit Arashi. Do I need to remind you of that fact?"

My chest tightens unbearably. I wheeze at the memory of smacking Arashi to the floor on one of my bad days. I had always promised to never do what Akuehi did to me to them. And here I was, out of my mind and scarring my own child for life. Tears streak down my face. I managed to hold the sob in but the noise was still caught by Reiichi-san.

She hugs me, comforting me when I was the god damn monster.

"I am so sorry Emina. This is all my fault. I have wasted so much of your life and it has cost you. I let Akuhei get into my head. I helped poison you all these years," Her voice wavers. She pulls away, wiping at her own tears.

"That's not true," I whisper. "You saved me. You kept me sane all these years."

"I misdiagnosed you Emina. It is time to move on. You need someone different, someone who isn't your aunt; someone who won't be so selfish as I was all these years."

I grip her shoulder so hard, I was sure my nails dug into her skin. "What the hell are you saying?"

Reiichi sighs through her nose. She pushed her glasses up, forced my hand off her shoulder and into her own comforting one, and gave me a look that nearly brought me to tears. "I believe it's time to find you a new psychiatrist."

Thursday

I had already been wide awake once I heard Emeru's little feet pad across my room. She sees I am already awake and asks me to check her bathroom, as I do every morning. I kiss her forehead after quelling her fears and walk down the hall to wake her brother.

"Come on Arashi. Time to wake up for the day." I nudge his little body.

"Do I have to~!" He groans.

"Yes, you do." He sits up with a pout, his ebony hair messy as ever. He looked so much like Akihito. I kiss his forehead too, promising to make him a delicious breakfast. We finish our morning routine, parting with the house at exactly 7:50 am. It'd only take ten minutes to drive across town to West City Academy.

Emeru and Arashi were beyond their years. The school district only allowed them to skip one grade instead three like I asked. They were only five years old and had the intelligence of a fifth grader. They were still children though and had their little moments that reminded me that they were still growing up.

I smile at them through the rear view mirror. Emeru seemed a tad upset. "What's wrong 'Ru?" I ask.

"Nothing Mama.." She mumbles.

"No..something is definitely wrong." I thought for a moment. Lately she had been complaining about a few boys being bullies. They liked her and unfortunately bullying was the only way boys went about their feelings. I've taught the twins to stand up from themselves, and each other, but to be wary with their strength. As they got older, they became stronger. I knew that if they were to have a normal life I'd have to try and control it. But Emeru had a bit of a temper.

Much like her fa-

I wince. "Emeru, I know those boys are troubling. I'll talk to the school again. Don't let them get to you 'Ru-chan. And Arashi, please have her back?"

"Don't worry Mama, I always have Emeru's back."

Good.

I pull into the school lot where a multitude of children were walking into the tall cream building that looked like a cathedral. "Bye Mama!" They chime in unison.

"No kisses goodbye?" I playfully pout.

Emeru hopped back in to kiss my cheek but Arashi was hesitant. I blew him a kiss, not wanting to scar his fragile masculinity. I was just about to park and head in when my pager chimed. Of course, work needed me more as always.

Friday

It was finally the end of the week. Well, for the kids at least. I was running late to the office. I manage to cut some time off but I ended up walking in fifteen minutes later than usual. My father would have a field day with me if he could. "Kurosawa-san?" The receptionist called.

"I am already late Fumiko. Make it quick."

"Akiyama-sama is currently in your office." My steps falter. Shit. Now I was in a bit of a panic. I had left one of the Trust's board members waiting in my office.

I pressed the sixith-floor button so many times I was sure it'd break. With all the extra floor stops the elevator seemed to be making, it took nearly five more minutes to get into my office. The tall, elder man sat on my sofa with a sour look that was sure to kill. With him was none other than Daisuke. I grit my teeth but manage to put on a smile.

"Ah..Akiyama-san. What a pleasant surprise." I move to sit but he held his hand up.

"Twenty minutes Kurosawa," He starts. "You are late by twenty minutes. How do you except the board to let you run this company if you can not even be punctual?!"

My sentence falters short. Who the hell was he to know my entire life? I had children. Unlike him, they still needed me to take care of them. "She says it's because of her two rambunctious children she's always late,"

Fucking Daisuke!

I knew it was a damn mistake to finally make him head of a department. But against my better judgment, I did. I thought he was finally ready but clearly I was wrong. He constantly disrespected me, as though I weren't his boss or something? We were not in school, nor was this a laughing matter. Telling on one another would only put me in deeper shit which could potentially cause me to lose the company.

"Children? Are you kidding me Kurosawa?!" Akiyama raved. "Hire a damn nanny or something; I don't give a damn! You are now the head of this company and it's face. Everything you do reflects the Kurosawa Trust & Banking Co. I shouldn't have to be telling you this after five years."

"Yes sir." I respond stiffly. He sighs through his nose. Clearly this wasn't what he wanted. He went on to tell me our stocks were way too low, especially once I took over for my father. I guess my femininity scared the shareholders. But what the hell did he except me to do? I finally got the Trust out of the debt we were in from the Cell Games, if anything that was a win! Especially when we could've gone out of business!

"I suggest we change the face of the company for a while."

Fucking Daisuke!

It was beginning to become rather difficult to contain my rage for the asshole next to me. He goes on to say, "Maybe we should open a new branch, something that'll appeal to the public and our stockholders. That way, we make their money back and profit as well."

Akiyama claps his shoulder in delight. "This, Kurosawa, is the type of man you need helping you lead. Great idea boy!" I was teeming with rage. It was so clear now. Daisuke was playing the long game. He'd advance his status, be a nat in a board member's ear, and get his way. His shit eating grin said it all.

I'm taking your spot, bitch.

It was beyond infuriating! "I must take my leave. Give me an actual presentation of your idea Daisuke, and we'll be in business soon. Kurosawa. I except better attendance and a full list of our current stockholders." He huffs and eventually makes his way out.

Daisuke plops onto my sofa. His hands interlock behind his head as he rested on his arms, eyes closed basking in his major win. "What the actual fuck Daisuke?!" I seethe.

"Don't act like that. I'm the one actually doing everything in my power to make the company prosper. You should be thanking me." My body moves on its own. I shuffle over to the glass walls that let everybody see into my office. I shut the blinds. I turn on my heels to then stalk over towards Daisuke who still hadn't caught on yet.

I grab his face in one hand, pressing my nails so deep into his cheek that I left five crescent marks close to drawing blood. "Listen here you little shit," I grit. Daisuke makes a move to get up but I wouldn't allow him the upper hand. He was still a man after all. My stiletto landed directly onto his crotch. He flitched violently against my hold but I wouldn't let him get off that easy.

"I could care less about this stupid company. Truly. But when you mention my children; you've crossed a line. Don't you ever," I apply more pressure to his man bits. He screams but I still refused to let go. "Ever undermine my skills as a mother or even think to disrespect my children. Do you understand?"

He nods fervently. I let him go waltzing over to my glass walls to raise the blinds. I open the door to my office to signal that I wanted Daisuke to leave. "You fucking bitch. I will report you to fucking HR y-you psycho!" He shouts.

"You think they'll believe you? Heavens no. But try it, and I'll fire your ass so quick you won't even get the chance to suggest another idea to Akiyama-sama."

"Is that what this is about?" He scoffs indignantly. "You're afraid I'll take your job; aren't you Kurosawa."

I point outside the door. "Out!" I demand.

Daisuke walks closer. I could now clearly see how red his face was. He limped, clearly not trying to hurt his balls even more than I already did. He leans into my ear whispering, "I don't even know how you got this job. Clearly daddy didn't care if his whore daughter slept with everyone on the board to get where she's at now, did he?"

My fists clenched tightly into my side. I couldn't risk attacking the idiot in broad daylight, especially with people walking back and forth from in front of my door. Daisuke knew nothing about me. He just hated my guts, which was a mutual thing we had for one another, but clearly his ran deep. I suffered under Akuhei's rule to get to where I was today. And for what?

You're just a bipolar maniac now.

This week had been horrible and it was all crashing down around me during this very moment. My body shook. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but not due to Daisuke's bullshit. I could handle him. After all, I had been for the years we worked together. I couldn't say that his actions weren't growing tiresome. I was a mother of two. My attentions were to be strictly of work and of the twins. Daisuke was clearly upset that I refused to pay him any mind anymore. But then again, I had my attentions on so many other things as well.

But damn it! Why did I have to cry right in front of him?!

His face scrunched up in confusion. "Are you serious Kurosawa? I was just dicking around, stop crying." I look up at him finally. Screw this. And screw him.

If he wants the company so bad then he can have it.

I dry my tears and with a sniffle my poker face returned to me. "You know what Daisuke? I think I'll be taking my vacation now." I took the executive badge off my shirt and rammed it into his chest.

I took off for the elevator but Daisuke was hot on my trails. "B-but..I-who's gonna run the company?!"

My steps falter. I eye him over my shoulder. Here he was panicking over something he desperately thought he deserved. I knew Daisuke wouldn't be able to handle it. Many didn't know, but I constantly had to fix most of his work associated with his branch. Granted I only allowed Daisuke to handle the finances, I knew that I'd have to be his check and balance system. "You are, of course. Just until I come back."

I click the ground floor button, patiently waiting for the elevator to arrive as Daisuke went on on why he couldn't temporarily replace me. I boredly check out my nails. "You always act like you want to take my job, so have at it. I have a vacation to get to." The elevator finally dings. I step him, turning to face Daisuke who was as pale as a ghost.

"W-what do I tell the board?" He asks meekly.

"I'll tell them about my early leave. You on the other hand, worry about those stocks. Don't let Akiyama-sama down." I reply in complete satire. Daisuke was a smart man but he was still human. Overly ambitious was a bad trait of his, along with his urge to not like what he constantly begs for.

"I.." He sighs vehemently. "Tell the kids I said happy turkey day and whatever else in between I guess." I thank him and the moment the doors closed, I sank to my feet. I could really use a smoke right about now.

••••

My heels click and clack against the cheap linoleum floors. For a private school, this place sucked. I make a dash for the Headmaster's office and had to stop in shock due to the shouts flying in the room.

This Friday just couldn't be over, could it?

"That horrible child nearly killed my son! I want her expelled, I want her charged, I want her imprisoned! I-" The plump red-haired woman was red in the face. She clearly had been yelling for a while. The Headmaster looked about ready to give up until he saw me walk through the doors.

"Ah..! Kurosawa-san." I look at the man in confusion. I had got a call that Emeru was in an 'incident' today and here he was acting casual? "Please, step into my office."

The red-haired woman paused to size me up. She looked at me as if I had said the most offensive thing right now. I didn't like it but working as a CEO has taught me a thing or two about ignoring pain-in-the-ass people. "Oh. This makes much more sense. Of course that little monster is your child!"

But disrespect will not be tolerated. "Excuse me?" I ask an octave above my usual tone.

She steps forward, attempting to intimidate me with her size. "You heard me. Your child attacked my son and she broke his arm! And I kept thinking; what kind of parent allows their own daughter to be so rough like a mongrel? But to see you here, oh it makes perfect sense!"

"Satou-san I'm not going to ask again; please calm down." The Headmaster hissed. All eyes were on me at this point. The secretaries went quiet, most likely enjoying the show. As much as I wanted to scream and holler in this bitch's face I had my own child to worry about, unlike her.

"Well," I clear my throat. "My daughter for the last few weeks has been complaining about a certain few boys who have been harassing her."

"I never heard shit about-" My voice raises in order to cut her off.

"I've made my complaints and I am terribly sorry the administration wasn't able to reprimand your son before she certainly grew tired of his bullying. I teach my children to stand up for themselves and I'm sorry that your child bullied the wrong little girl. Now if you'll excuse me, my daughter needs comforting."

I open the door to the Headmaster's office. Emeru was in the chair across from his desk, sniffling. "Oh 'Ru-chan don't cry." She looks up at the sound of my voice.

She wails, crashing her little body into my legs for comfort. I bend to be at her level, shushing her and wiping her tears away. "Tell me what happened."

She sniffles, clearly needing a tissue. "I-I just wanted to play..!" She whines and wails again. I knew I wouldn't be able to get it out of her so instead I went back to comforting mode. The Headmaster walks in and Emeru has calmed down enough to be left with the hiccups.

"What happened, Yoshida-sama." I ask in my CEO voice.

He sighs vehemently and rubbed at the crease between his forehead. "Satou-san's son had been playing a little too rough with Emeru."

"Playing? Is that what bullying is now?"

"Kurosawa-san,"

"No." My voice turns to ice. "This is all your fault. I've made my complaints and said my piece but you have done nothing! Now everybody will see my daughter as a monster for fighting back?!"

"You've made zero complaints regarding any bullying happening with Emeru." He hissed. "And because of it, we were too late."

I was at my breaking point. I didn't want to that parent but damn was it becoming hard not to yell and shout and fucking scream at this man. "Now, because of the severity of the situation I have to consider exclusion."

"What?" I clench my teeth in pure fury. How was it my child gets punishment for defending herself? Yes, she broke his arm but she had the strength of ten men to do so! I curse myself for forgetting that these people didn't even know who the twin's father was. I don't applaud Emeru for breaking a little boy's bone but I can't say I blame her.

Sometimes, that rage feels good in the moment. It was only the aftermath that felt shitty.

"I understand that Emeru has been plagued by these boys for weeks but with no complaint on file or even a incident report made my her, I'm afraid her credibility is shot. I can add the harassment on record and hopefully lessen her punishment but for now, she will remain suspended until the investigation ends."

"But I didn't mean to do it!" Emeru shrieks. "He's always pulling my hair a-and taking my ribbons and hitting me! I didn't mean to hit him back." She sobs. The Headmaster hands her a few tissues, offering nothing but his weak sympathies.

"And the boy. What's his consequence?" I ask already knowing the answer.

He grimanced. "It was a clean break, Kurosawa-san. I believe that is punishment enough." He says in a low voice.

I laugh sardonically. Of course, what are the odds? "Right..so he comes back to school, a cast on his little arm and all his friends sign it and feel oh so bad for the big bully. But Emeru? Well, she gets suspended and let's just say she is able to return here, then what?"

"Not only will the bullying continue, but the entire school will be at her throat and I don't think I'll be standing for it." I grab Emery's backpack and usher her outside the door. Yoshida calls for me but I gladly ignore his pleas. The bell rings, signally the end of the school week.

Good, I'd be able to get Arashi.

"And to come to think of it, I send my children here under your care Headmaster. If anything, you should've spotted this erratic behavior long before it even remotely got to this point. I doubt you even knew Emeru's name until today."

"That is not true! I know every single student here at West City Academy!"

I scoff at his appalled reaction. "You only remember the infamous Kurosawa name due to its reputation and that large check I donated at the beginning of the school year. Consider it my last."

"Kurosawa," I slammed his office door before he could ramble on with more false hopes and promises. I was glad to see the mother of that boy was gone. I held Emeru's hand as we walk out the front doors, leaving this entire school behind us. I caught Arashi who was surprised to see me there. He was with Trunks waiting for Briefs-san to pick them up as usual.

"Not today Arashi. Say bye to Trunks." I ruffle the blue-eyed boy before grabbing Arashi's hand and guiding him towards my awaiting hover jet. I strap both of them in, spending a little extra time on Emeru. I plant a kiss on her pouty face. She didn't even react.

I intended on driving us home but one look at Arashi told me otherwise. He must've heard about what happened. He looked as guilty as a five year old could, as though he let me down. "Shit.." I mutter before pulling the car over.

"That's a zeni Mommy." Arashi mumbles.

I sigh through my nose. "I know love..I know." I look at Emeru again. She looked so miserable. It reminded me of when I was her age, miserable under Akuhei's ironfist. It wasn't until Akihito was born that I grew happy for a short period, but even that was short lived.

I knew I was technically on vacation and clearly my children needed an early one too. It wasn't a good example to set; running from your problems and that such, but they were just children. They didn't know any better and as a parent, I shouldn't allow them to learn it this way.

They are way beyond their years, a few weeks off school won't hurt them..plus, a few lessons with them won't kill me.

My mind was made up. I'd call Mayumi and tell her to be off for the next month and a half. It was earlier than what we planned but it wouldn't hurt the hospital if she was absent. I start the engine and gun it for home.

"Guess what guys?" I sing in a happier tone. "We're going on vacation!"


just wanted to keep this brief because i know you guys have been waiting awhile, but hello hello!

that was a pretty lengthy prologue.. i just wanted to fill you guys in on this book's status and to say; i am still most definitely writing it! long story short my beta and i had a bit of a disagreement about the direction in which I had written the story. i had about seven chapters or so done and i ended up scrapping them all. i had to start all over and let's just say it was the hardest thing to do. i want this book to be my best work yet and i really want to step out of my comfort zone to do it.

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