Ch 6: Change

The people at the residence proved to be more kind than Celia had first expected. Even Lucy had stopped being so cold towards her. Celia was glad for this, though Lucy also never spoke to her either except to do tasks around the house. Her husband, Kouta was far more friendly and spoke to Celia as if he had known her his entire life. He was a good person, and she enjoyed his company. Even more, she enjoyed the company of Nana and Mayu who were like sisters to her.

As she brushed the broom across the hardwood floor, she couldn't help but think that her life now was somehow better than it had been before. She only wished she could remember what her life was like beforehand.

Life was good.

"Celia!" Mayu called from the kitchen. "Want some ice cream?"

Life just got better.

"Life was good?" Dark Celia thought along with The Voice. Where the hell was a hammer when you needed one. She would bash in her own head just to get out of here. Out of this dark recess of her own mind. This Good Celia was ruining everything. She was the damn Queen for God sakes! Yet for the past week she had lived with the humans and the two traitorous Diclonius Number 7 and Lucy. True she had planned to live with some, but that was only to get rested and be on her way. These fools needed to die.

Lucy. Even now the thought would drop out of her equilibrium. She, the darkness, would find a way out. She would kill Lucy, kill Number 7, kill the humans and finally kill this worthless third personality that existed. She had a job to do, she had a purpose, to generate new Diclonius. Such an act would be impossible if this stupid bitch didn't get her act together, what hope was there in the continuation of their species?

"Ah shit, not again." grumbled The Voice. Dark Celia closed her eyes psychologically in disappointment. Celia was talking to Nana, both of them licking the creamy goodness atop the waffle cones and getting ready for their afternoon walk. The kind of walk where Dark Celia and The Voice had to listen to all the idiotic conversation. How nice the fucking day was. How great a friend they both fucking were. How amazing fucking awesome it was that they had taken her into the house when she was all alone.

Fucking love.

Fucking joy.

Dark Celia breathed in mentally, catching her thoughts within herself. Yelling mentally at herself (Which was useless anyways) would acquire absolutely nothing. She would have to grudgingly wait.

"Hey Celia, I hear the fair is open. Let's go there!" Nana exclaimed in joy.

"Oh just smite me God." Dark Celia thought.

Never before could Celia remember having this much fun before in her entire life. True she could only remember about a week of her entire life, but she was having so much fun. She came to the fair with Nana and Mayu, loving every moment that she was with them. Her friends, her sisters. The only reason it wasn't heaven was the fact that after four hours of merriment, they had to leave.

It was 6:00 when they finally arrived, and Celia prepared to help Mayu and Nana cook dinner. As in, Celia helped Nana not screw up dinner. She liked the pink haired girl a lot, but nobody liked a burnt supper. But as Mayu was reaching up to get the plates from the cabinet, she lost her balance, bringing one of the of the plates flying down.

Nana instantly stopped what she was doing and rushed over and grabbed Mayu before she could hit the ground. Celia seeing the plate come down, threw out a single vector and caught it right before it could hit the floor. Sighing with relief, she placed the dish on the counter and went over to see if Mayu was alright. She did not expect the two girls to be looking at her with what appeared to be surprise. She stopped, afraid she had done something wrong again.

Nana wasn't sure what to say. Celia was consciously capable of producing vectors. She did not think this was impossible, for all Diclonius were capable of producing them. She however imagined that Celia was much like Lucy's separate personality, Nyuu. A personality incapable of using vectors. This worried Nana greatly. She herself was perhaps the only Diclonius to ever be able to control herself. The only Diclonius who never killed and even then there had been times when she had lost her temper. Nana knew what most Diclonius were like, and while many were capable of change, most always acted the same.

"Celia, can you come into the other room with me?" Nana asked.

Celia nodded, weren't they aware of vectors? The invisible arms to all Diclonius that were used to help mankind?

How she had not gone insane right now was beyond her. "Help mankind?" What the hell! Mankind needed to die and the Diclonius needed to prosper. Dark Celia thought furiously.

Celia sat on the comfortable couch in the living room, and the doors closed as Nana came in solemnly behind. They were alone, and would not be disturbed.

"I'm not angry." Nana began, which calmed Celia's anxiety. "But I need to know about those arms."

"But you're a Diclonius like me right. You should have vectors also." Celia exclaimed.

"Well yeah…" Nana said, taking off her arm. Celia shrieked. "What happened to you!"

"It's nothing." Nana said. Celia did not need to know how she had become this way. It was becoming difficult for Nana to speak to Celia. One reason was the fact that she just wasn't capable of doing it. This was the act of an adult, and while physically Nana was a young adult, her mind was that of a child. This was the kind of talk Lucy should have been giving.

…scratch that. This was the kind of talk Nana should have been giving. She asked Celia, as politely as she could, a few questions and the answers she received shocked her. Celia said that she had been a Diclonius for as long as she could remember and were always capable of using vectors. She told her how she used her vectors to help people. What she said, was something most Diclonius never did. She was pleased with Celia, her friend was not a murderer for the moment she saw the vectors her thoughts had turned to that scene in the paper from a week ago. She trusted her friend. However, she told Celia that it would be better if she didn't use her vectors when around Lucy.

Lucy had never been a patient and in most cases kind person. Although Nana believed she had no right to criticize Celia, she thought it best to keep things quiet. Nobody wanted to get on Lucy's bad side.

Changes from Original

The text "True she had planned to live with some, but that was only to get rested and be on her way. These fools needed to die." was added.