Ch 9: Good Things Do Not Last
Director Kakuzawa had always been a very patient man, at least in person. It was a fact, that few knew that even his patience had a limit. His son though clearly expressed his frustration. He had sent Jericho out to find Celia and instead had failed in that mission. Not only that, he had lost perfectly good soldiers. However he was not going to berate the man anymore than needed. Jericho was the trump card for the humans, the person who could handle the likes of the Diclonius. He understood that the man did not fail because of his incompetence, it merely proved that he was not perfect.
Torino brushed his hand through his hair, feeling it over two bumps that were hidden in the bushel of brown. He drew out form his drawer a sheet of paper and began to draw his family line.
Author's Note: A few things since I'm sure somebody will be asking questions. Yumie Kakuzawa is just the name that I put in for Director Kakuzawa's first wife (Or so we assume is his first wife considering the kind of guy he was) Santon is whom I am calling "Professor Kakuzawa" since I believe a first name was never given. Franco is the name I've given to the biological son of the Director and Lucy's mother. For anyone who has read the manga, this is Lucy's half brother. The only pure male Diclonius.
Torino Kakuzawa should be obvious unless you haven't been reading the story here.
Lucy's last name is not Elfenliar, I just thought it fit perfectly her name and the name of the manga. (That's also pronounced exactly as it look so don't start saying Elfen-LEEar or something)
Finally don't mistake the (M) as purely marriage. I only used it as a means of showing the relationship between two people.
He gazed at the sheet longingly. His family history was if anything…unique. He had never known his mother well, frankly none of them had. Santon had been an idiotic and tenacious bastard. He believed his death was the cause of this tenaciousness. Anna, the first pure Diclonius in the family. He remembered what she had become. The mass of intelligence who could predict the future. Just like his brother, she too had been killed by Lucy.
Franco. Now that was a very interesting case, a case that Torino had studied ever since. 99.9% of all Diclonius, Queen or Siplitet had been female. Better to say that all "pure" Diclonius had been female. Yet Franco was a case entirely different. He had been the only pure Diclonius that had been male. He would have been considered "The King" of the Diclonius and by all means should have had sex with Lucy. Then of course their children would give birth and the Pure Diclonius race would overrule the humans. That did not happen of course.
Lucy Elfenliar had apparently "died" and all hoped seemed lost. Celia was like the hope in the darkness and thus had to be found immediately.
Celia was spending another one of her afternoon walks with Nana and they were discussing Celia's vectors.
"So you help people with your vectors?" Nana said brightly, though in her mind she was very suspicious.
"Yes, for as long as I can remember. In fact why do you seem so worried about it. Don't you help people out too?" Asked Celia in wonderment.
"Well yes." Nana replied. It was true, but she also thought she was the only one who actually helped humans. Well including Lucy (if one ignored the bloodshed before and where Mariko would have fit in also.) As far as she knew she had been the only benevolent Diclonius in existence. The institution had been cruel to her, she had been beaten, drugged and tortured. She had gone through hell and back and yet was not the murderer her kin had been.
Kurama.
The man she saw as "papa" who had loved her, cared for her and her in return. She owed so much to that man. He was the reason she was living so peacefully with her friends no longer trapped within those wicked walls.
What Celia said she seemed to believe. Celia actually believed that her vectors were used to help out humans. This did not displease Nana, and in fact she encouraged it. She just couldn't help wondering if something was amiss there. She didn't have long to really think about it. She felt it instantly, the particular sense of her kind.
She looked around Celia doing the same. There they saw a girl and instantly recognized her as a Diclonius not from her looks, but from the signal she gave off. Nana tensed reflexively and Celia noticed her friends position. "Are you ok Nana?" Celia asked with deep concern.
"Queen?" The girl had spoken first though, walking to her as if she was a blind girl first seeing the light. She could quite understand it, whom she saw looked like the Queen. Yet she could not feel that particular energy that the Queen emitted. In fact she could not even feel the energy that the usual siplitet delivered. Yet she was sure that this girl looked exactly like the one nearly two weeks ago.
Queen? Both Nana and Celia looked at each other in confusion. The only Queen that Nana was familiar with was Lucy whom was currently with Kouta and Mayu back at the residence.
"You are the Queen right?" Chelsea asked.
"Ummm…no." Celia said uncertainly. Although she couldn't think of a reason why, the situation got more tense.
"Who are you." She asked her face becoming serious.
"Nana."
There was a click inside her head. Nana had been the name given to the Diclonius Number 7. It was widely known in the Diclonius community that 7 had been a traitor. She had gone with the humans instead of the Diclonius. Such an act was deemed unforgivable. There was no way this girl could be The Queen. She must have mistaken her for somebody else. The Queen would never be seen with this traitor. She understood, these were not Diclonius. These were traitors and had to be exterminated.
"Celia! Watch out!" Nana cried, pushing her friend out of the way as the vectors came whipping out. They were long, 6 in total and 9 meters in range. Nana was not a fighter, she did not like to fight. Had this been the past she would have been scared. Not so anymore, she detested fighting but she understood what it meant to protect the ones she cared about.
She concentrated as her arms went limp and two vectors came out. "Celia!" she said sternly to the frightened Diclonius, who could not believe what was going on. "Run away…NOW!"
Nana's voice sounded so hurt, so troubled. Her eyes were what kept Celia moving away. They were so sad and hurt. She had never known a Diclonius to attack another.
Or had she?
A brief picture of a memory, her head hurt, another crack that closed. What was going on?
"Closer" The Voice said, its mind grasping for that opening. So close it come to retaking the body.
Dark Celia was thinking on a different level right now. Did that Diclonius just attack her? She was the fucking Queen, how dare she attack her!
"What would you expect. She cannot sense our Diclonius energy and were hanging out with a traitor." The Voice said, though just as annoyed. "Until we can get back into our original state, things like this will keep happening."
"It needs to end soon."
Luckily because of her fights with Marikio and Marikio's clones, Nana was not inept in fighting against someone with longer range. She kept her pace, watching closely and dodging the attacks when they came. Getting inside would not be hard, just time consuming. The girl meant to kill her, many of them did. She would do anything though to protect the ones she loved.
She kicked off the ground, rising into the air to get an aerial look of her opponent. Chelsea likewise did the same. A brief mid air battle commenced, vectors smashing against each other. Because of the superior numbers and range, Nana was forced to dodge and defend more than attack. "Please I don't want to fight you!" Nana pleaded, her words falling on deaf ears.
"Fight me? You're a traitor to all of us 7. You don't deserve to be called a Diclonius or even live. Oh wait I get it! You've brainwashed our Queen! You bitch!"
Whatever this girl was talking about Nana had no idea. She wouldn't even listen to reason as she continued to attack. A strong force came down on her, Nana gasped in shock as the young Diclonius' vector grabbed hold of her arm. That dark smile on the girls face was even more sadistic than the one Lucy had given her in their first fight.
"You have no need for that arm." Chelsea mocked, forcibly ripping it off.
Pop. That would have been a better word for it. Chelsea gasped, having pulled of an arm that did not bleed or break. A fake! Nana too was ready, her other hand balled into a fist and she fired her own arm at Chelsea. As usual, Chelsea had not expected this and was sent spiraling backwards from the force of the attack. She clutched her face where the fist had hit her, cursing audibly. She saw Nana, and her hatred boiled.
"Why you damn little…" She began, stopping immediately before her Vectors could tear apart her prey. Nana's fingers had dug into her head and given a small pinch. Chelsea's vectors disappeared. With her opponent incapacitated Nana had won the battle, though not necessarily the war. She looked at her opponent who glared back at her with a hate filled stare. "What did you do to me traitor?" the Diclonius demanded.
"I cut off the signal to your Vectors. You won't be able to use them for half an hour. Don't ever hurt my friends again." Nana said seriously. If looks could kill Nana would have been dead on the spot, but thought was nothing to action. Chelsea cursed under her breath. Her vectors gone, the lithe girl did the only thing she could do, she threw a punch with her own hand at Nana. A worthless attack in the end, Nana took this moment to give Chelsea a quick blow to the neck. The girl fell with a thud on the ground unconscious.
Fluttering her eyes open, Chelsea was aware of two things. One was the fact that she was strapped against a padding bed. The second was that she saw humans. Instantly she brought out her vectors, the ground below her kicking up dust as Vectors came out. The humans backed away and she prepared to slaughter them until she felt something against the side of her head. She looked to see a gun held by a man in a grey coat, his silver eyes digging into her.
"64"
She perked at the sound of her name, the name given to her in the institution where she had once been. The white collared shirt, the brown hair line receding in the front. Torino Kakuzawa was a man whom quite frankly was the lowest bit of human filth imaginable. What he did to them though, in the institution they would never forgive though. If there had not been a gun placed directly to her head, she would've attacked that moment. Instead she remained quiet.
"We found you unconscious on sidewalks just outside of the town. A diclonius and judging from your wounds you had been in a fight, what happened?"
"What business is it to you human?" replied Chelsea.
"The only being who can hurt a Diclonius, other than Jericho there of course, is another Diclonius. That would indicate to me that you fought another Diclonius. Was it anyone familiar to you?"
The gun shook when Chelsea did not answer immediately, and she finally said.
"It was 7"
"7 huh? She's the one who would always call Ex-Chief Kurama papa. Isn't she the traitor to your kind?" Torino asked. Chelsea could believe she had to talk to this human. However she answered just the same.
"Yes."
"However I'm a bit confused, 7's records indicated that she was not violent. She never even used her Vectors to hurt a fly much less a human."
"Hey, just because I'm a Diclonius doesn't mean I have all the answers!" Screamed Chelsea.
"Yeah. But now I need your help with something." said Torino Kakuzawa. "You do not have to help me." Kakuzawa said immediately afterwards as Chelsea had opened her mouth to retort back. "But if you do not cooperate the only thing you will be leaving with is a bullet in your head.
Chelsea nodded in defeat, her hatred only growing more deeply.
"Help us find Queen Celia."
"The Queen? I saw her…at least I…" She stopped, what physically looked like the Queen had not produced the same aura. Torino though widened his eyes. "Where did she go?" He demanded at once. "No idea, she ran away before I was knocked unconscious."
If this was true, Celia was close by. Mentally he smiled to himself, she would soon be his.
Very soon.
Changes from Original
Torino originally states that since Jericho is not a Diclonius he will have to die. Considering the great amount of respect Torino has for Jericho in later installments I took this out.
Chelsea says that Torino is slightly above human filth. Since Torino more or less puts himself as the single most hated person in the Diclonius community, this had to be changed.