Chapter Four
It was well into the night when Kyrie stirred and woke. She was in a lot of pain and she groaned loudly, not having enough strength to do anything else. Sen immediantly shot into her line of view, watching her slowly.
"You're OK?" Sen asked. Memories returned to Kyrie and she suddenly shot up like a fly, her body protesting her, causing her to double over.
"I'm Ok…" She managed, slowly looking up at Sen.
"What happened? I got beaten up by those guys…"
"Cell sort of appeared. Killed them then bandaged you up. He left shortly after though…" Sen's face fell slightly as she spoke. "He told me to tell you that he was disappointed that you didn't win." Kyrie's face contorted from pain to anger and she snarled at this.
"Disappointed? I'm not a frigging fighting machine like he is! What the hell am I supposed to do? Blow them up? I lack that ability!" Sen stood in silence, letting Kyrie carry on for a while, angered at Cell's comment.
"Disappointed! Bah! Like I could care!" She roared, laying slowly back down. Sen watched as she mumbled for a while, before she fell unconscious again. Sen smiled and placed a warm soaked towel on her head before she left the room, turning out the lights and closing the door.
"Good night Kyrie." She whispered.
Cell smirked and landed silently on the balcony, watching for a moment, his eyes adjusted to the night. He made his way to the bed, starring down at her. In his mind, he was contemplating what had happened. If she had half of his strength, she'd be and excellent challenge to him. That thought excited him and he watched as she slept.
Kyrie woke, groaning loudly, in protest. She lay still for a moment though, letting her mind run through what had happened.
"Seru!" She cursed suddenly, slipping herself slowly from the bed. Her body screamed in protest at her every moment, but slowly she made her way into the bathroom. She ran herself a hot bath and stripped her clothes. For the first time she realized that she had no bra on, but instead her chest was tightly bandaged. She remembered Sen telling her that Cell had bandaged her… Seen her then… Cell…
She gave a sudden yip of panic and scrunched her face up. The thought of Cell touching her naked body was disgusting, but the thought soon replaced itself with the logical question of why he would bother. She was after all, only a regular human girl.
"Ahh…." Several minutes passed as Kyrie slid into her bath and relaxed. She examined the wounds herself, noticing that the side of her chest where the bat had hit, was badly bruised and swollen. She also noticed the dark grey bruise the size of her hand on her lower stomach. It was incredible tender to touch, but it wouldn't kill her. She sighed at that and thought of what she would do. Cell had saved her life. Why? Why did he suddenly find an interest in her when he damned the rest?
"Feeling better?" Kyrie swallowed her scream and instead sunk further under the bubbling water, glaring angrily at the tyrant that stood at the doorway. She hadn't closed the bathroom door, as she never really had a need to. She regretted it now.
"What are you doing here?!" She demanded, temporarily forgetting her own courtesy.
"Hn. Don't I get a thank you for saving your life?" Cell asked, smirking in such an irritating way. Kyrie growled at herself, wishing he wasn't the most powerful person on the planet, so she could beat him up.
"… Thanks." She muttered. Cell's face seemed to glow with a conceited pride and arrogance that only made her want him to die even more.
"Good." He stated.
"Do you mind getting out, so I can get dressed?" She barked. He didn't reply but turned, leaving. Wether or not it was curtesy or just to be spiteful, Kyrie didn't know, but Cell closed the door behind him in such a slow manner, it was almost disturbing.
"Bastard…" She muttered, climbing hesitantly out of her bath, a few minutes later. She couldn't hear anything on the other side of her room, and she hoped that Cell had once again left her. She dried and dressed herself in such a half hearted fashion, her mind to distressed and in a chaotic ruin over Cell's presence, that she almost didn't notice that she had her shirt inside out. She cursed herself for letting the tyrant get the most of her when he wasn't even around, and she quickly fixed her shirt up.
Cell wasn't in sight when she emerged finally, the bath gurgling away down the drain. She was almost about to sigh relief when she heard Sen, giving a sudden yell.
Kyrie ran from the room, knowing she didn't sand the hint of a chance against Cell, but it was a failure entirely if she didn't even try. Kyrie stopped at the entrance to the dining room and stared. Cell was slowly examining the picture that Sen had been drawing, and Sen was sitting, looking confused and frightened, but still a hint too proud.
"Interesting." He stated, returning the picture to the desk in front of Sen. She blushed slightly and watched as he turned away, facing Kyrie instead.
"I heard you yell…" Kyrie began, not taking her eyes from Cell. She tried to remain alert, yet polite.
"I err… Wasn't expecting who walked in…" Sen stated, her blush deepening slightly.
"Sorry…" She added after a moment. Kyrie nodded slightly and forced a smile to assure her friend. Her eyes never moved from Cell.
"Staring is rude." Cell stated calmly and casually. His short yet straight to the point answers annoyed Kyrie and she was really starting to wish Cell would just vanish.
"I know. I don't trust you though." Cell smirked at this.
"Not many people do." He replied.
"Not without reason I'm sure." Sen watched as the two verbally battled, in a sort of dignified way. She remained silent, watching them slowly. Cell remained silent at this, choosing to simply stare, his thick arms tightly crossing themselves across his shelled chest. His eyes closed after a moment and he no longer moved. Kyrie silently hoped he'd simply fall over and die. But he didn't. She knew he wouldn't as well. He was simply meditating. Why he chose here and now, she didn't know, but Cell was a strange creature to her, and not someone she chose to get to know too much better.
"Sen, may I borrow you for a moment?" Kyrie asked, finally turning her gaze to her friend. Sen nodded and placed her pencil down, following Kyrie out the door and through the halls towards the entrance, and finally into the kitchen. Kyrie closed the doors behind her and sighed nasally.
"I'm really getting sick of him." She muttered. Sen smiled at this.
"I think he's kind of nice. Not what I was expecting really."
"You only say that 'cause he likes your pictures." Kyrie retorted. Sen shrugged at this in a sort of agreeing manner.
"Look, Sen, I don't want you to get to comfortable around him Okay? I don't know what he's really like. This could just be some trick…" Kyrie let her voice trail off.
"I know. But I doubt it. Besides, I think he is just a little bored and alone. You can't really blame him you know." Kyrie almost fell at her friend's words.
"What do you mean? He's the one who's threatening to blow up the world!"
"I know. But think about it. He's an android or something like that. He was created, not born. As a general whole, our race won't accept him. This is his way of crying out."
"Well there's no way he's going to be accepted now." Kyrie stated almost sarcastically. Sen shrugged.
"Not as a whole. But is it possible that you could?" Sen's sudden question caught Kyrie out and she stood, her jaw moving but no words came out. Sen was arguing on behalf of Cell, because she wasn't bias. She didn't care that he was different. She didn't care he was trying to blow up the planet. All she saw was someone who simply wanted a friend, but couldn't… She was right… Maybe Cell was just alone after all…
"You actually like him don't you?" Kyrie asked after a while, letting her mind run though. Sen smiled.
"He's unique. Like me. We have a lot in common Kyrie. If you give him a chance, you'll see you're not so different from him either." Kyrie stared again at her friend.
"And… Err… how exactly should I give him a chance? I don't trust him; because I'm afraid he'll turn around at any second and blow you or me, or both of us up. He has that ability and there's nothing either of us can do to defend against it."
"I know that. But if he really wanted us dead, we'd be dead by now."
"True…" Kyrie didn't really know what to say. Sen was getting the better of her as usual. She just couldn't win.
"Give him a chance Kyrie. Trust him. He won't hurt you, unless you attack him first."
"Huh?" Kyrie looked her friend in the eye again.
"Well think about it. He was attacked by the army. He blew them up. He was attacked by our race as a whole. In turn, he's choosing to attack us. He retaliates, but only when given a reason…"
"I don't know Sen… I reckon there's more to it then that. After all, if he was created, he was created for a reason. He's too powerfully designed to be just there for mere accomplishment's sake." Sen frowned at that.
"I hadn't thought of that…" Kyrie frowned.
Suddenly the doors opened and both of them jumped a little as Cell stood in the doorway, a slight frown on his face.
"I was created by a doctor Gero and his purpose for me was to be the Ultimate Perfection in a single being. I was to destroy the Senshi, the only ones who had stood in his way of conquering the Earth. Gero is no more, and my initial motive, is to kill Goku."
Sen and Kyrie exchanged glances for a moment, both looking a little shameful. He had heard them talking about him, arguing about him and his reasons. By the slightly irritated look on his chiselled face, Kyrie knew he considered it rude and she felt the pinch of shame that came with it.
"Seru, I'm…"
"Save it." He barked rudely. He turned and left, letting the swinging doors close again.
Sen frowned, the motion looking foreign on her usually cheerful face.
"Oops." She muttered. Kyrie sighed as she heard the front doors close. It wasn't the greatest way to start the day…