New chapter, new note: I'm surprised I actually didn't write this over the weekend, but I guess I was a bit lazy. Forgive me. However, it's a wonderful thing to finish a test within (literally) 10 minutes and have an extra 45 minutes tacked onto the hour break you have until the next class. Anyway, this one was fun to write. Finally, I'm getting into it :) I was re-reading some previous reviews, and I'd like to point something out—Cell couldn't have been effected by an electricity because first of all, that wouldn't serve the purpose of what I have in store for him, and second, it could've absorbed it. Gas wouldn't work either, because if you remember, he can survive with any air-type, or lack-there-of, like Frieza can/could. And again, it wouldn't have served the purpose.

Also, a welcome back to Thomas Drovin. Also, to reindeer sausage, what you guessed is correct—that is what I'm thinking of doing, but it'd take a lot of work, actually. Though since I won't have classes next week, I may be able to pull it off without being bound by time. Keep and eye out for it—it won't have the same title.

Enough of that…go read. As for me, I have to run to class > !

Chapter 5: Layrial's Despair

I stood there, my eyes fixated on Cell hovering nearly ten feet above me. Even at the distance I was from him I saw the hatred painted all over Cell's angelic face. If it hadn't been for this and if it hadn't been for the fact that he just killed hundreds of people (again) I may have tried to smile upon seeing him for the third time in my life.

However…I felt my heart quicken as he slowly came down to the ground, his feet creating a familiar squeak when they suddenly felt his full weight. I could feel my mouth going dry as I looked him over—at a quick glance he was the same as he was before, but there was something about him that was different. He stood very stiff, his eyes were glazed over in a dull yellow, his bright pink eyes unnoticeable, and he wore a scornful frown that I had never seen him portray in the time I've been in his presence.

"Cell," I said, trying to smile and sound friendly. "Long time no see…?"

Amon Kizufumi looked at me curiously. "Have you met my android prior to this moment?" He asked me, looking between the emotionless android to me.

My mouth closed immediately and I tried not to make eye contact with the man. Maybe it was a mistake to try to greet Cell, though I hoped that perhaps if I did Cell would smile and tell this lunatic of a human that he had no intentions on hurting me.

"I asked you a question," Kizufumi snarled as he stepped up, his face only inches from mind. I looked away as his eyes roamed down my body, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You are quite beautiful," he replied.

"Shove it," I told him.

The smile that had grown on his cold face faded and his annoyance with me returned. "Cell," he said simply, raising an eyebrow in a manner of which an aristocrat would use after ordering a servant about; "kill her."

Cell raised a hand, but my instincts kicked me into motion. I put both of my arms up and yelled a terrified, "NO!" Cell paused, and looked at me, his cold, heartless eyes staring at me with such hatred I thought I could die from his gaze alone.

"Cell," I said, tears starting to appear at the edges of my eyes—he didn't remember me. "Please," I begged, "don't do this…you know me. Its Layrial…remember?"

"I told you to kill her," Kizufumi repeated. "Do it so we can be on our way."

Instead of the ball of light I expected to form in his hand, a very powerful gust of air came splashing at me and I was forced back nearly thirty feet. I landed with a hard thud on my back, my lungs being caught in my throat and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I pushed myself to sit up the moment I heard the squeak from Cell's walk.

"Cell!" I pleaded. I had no idea it'd turn out like this. If I had known that he wouldn't remember me I would've stayed home and prayed that those strange men from the Cell Games came to Earth's rescue once again.

As Cell stood over me, his dark shadow covering my entire form, I realized that this wasn't the Cell I knew. He wasn't just angry…he wasn't enjoying this. Cell loved to see people suffer, to see them being tormented especially if he were the one causing the anguish. But this Cell…this Cell had no thought of what he was doing.

Using some sort of telepathy, Cell brought me to a stand-up position, my feet hanging above the dirt floor of the desert-like terrain. Tears were streaming steadily down my face now, and I hoped my expression would strike some realization into him. When I saw that he wasn't looking me directly in the eye, I knew that Cell—if he was the same Cell I knew—was gone.

"Cell," I said again as that little ball of yellow-orange light started to form in the palm of his right hand. "I'm begging you…please remember me."

That ball was growing larger with every passing second until it was the size of a melon. His elbow bent, his forearm retracting back level with his shoulder—he was going to push this thing right through me.

"Wait!"

Cell stopped, but didn't look back. In fact, he stood perfectly still.

Kizufumi sauntered up slowly, one hand holding his chin and his eyes looking at the ground in thought. "I just remembered where I've seen you," he said to me, but he still didn't look at me. "When you announced that you knew my android, it took me a moment to figure out why that was odd when he was designed to hate all humans. However, it dawned on me that you must be the girl he held captive when he created that tournament…how many years ago was it?"

I didn't answer. I kept my body perfectly still, afraid that the slightest move—even a deep breath—would be enough to give Cell the incentive to shove that glowing orb into the center of my stomach. My eyes, though, looked at Kizufumi. He finally created a wicked smile.

"Put her down," he said. "Don't worry, he won't release that until I say so."

Confused, I regained my footing, my back feeling like it was locked into a vise and suddenly forced to react to my movement. I took a step away, but quickly realized that it would take one word to signal Cell to finish his task.

"I'm going to let you live," he said. He waved his hand to motion to Cell to dismiss the energy ball—which he did easily. "I want you to see what this monster you befriended is capable of doing; and trust me when I say he can do much, much more than fight the common criminal."

I breathed heavily, my heart racing in my chest like a steam train with no breaks. This man had somehow gained control of Cell, as if he hacked into Cell's brain and let lose a fatal virus that destroyed the android I knew, even though Cell was made of flesh and blood, not metal. The mind of Cell seemed to be missing, but the body remained.

"Take her," he said and started walking away. Without the slightest bit of hesitation Cell grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder roughly. The position was unbearable, my body already in pain from the landing I took after being thrown. His hard shoulder was jabbing into my gut and I couldn't ease my muscles to configure with it.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked in a panic.

"Pay attention, Miss Layrial," Kizufumi replied. "You're coming with us until I feel you've had enough—then I'll let Cell pull apart every appendage on your little body."

I tried to wriggle, but Cell's arm was locked around me, giving me no means for a chance to struggle. I banged on his shiny, black wings, hoping he'd try to throw me or…something. He ignored everything I did—I knew that he couldn't feel my fists because of the way his body was structured. The only time I had actually gotten through to him was when I slapped his face, which I believe, is the most sensitive spot on his body. No…I take that back; there is one other that I knew of, but this isn't the time to think of that.

I heard a small pop and barely had enough room to look over Cell's shoulder to see what it was. Kizufumi released a capsule with a small aircraft inside. He got in and started the near-silent engine. I had never seen that type vehicle, therefore figured it was something he built himself.

As Kizufumi lifted off and flew away, so did Cell. He followed close behind, as if programmed to stay at a precise distance. I continued to punch his back, scratch at his wing (though I made no marks whatsoever), but nothing woke him up from the trance he was in. I yelled his name, ordered him to let me go, but quickly stopped when I thought that if he complied, I'd fall the ground with no hope of him saving me.

Then again, I knew he wouldn't let me go—even out of spite, like he would've done at any other time I met up with him. Kizufumi had a powerful lock on him, and since he was told to take me, Cell wouldn't let me go unless he was forced to by someone who was on my side.