Casshern X Lyuze

Rated M for sexual content.
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Based off the anime Casshern Sins.
This chapter was last updated 8/4/14

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Her metallic flesh began to melt away, slowly revealing the silver beneath her creamy peach colored surface. Her colors turned to red and copper before peeling away and crumbling to the ground. She could feel her insides burning as her body rusted and aged painfully, yet so agonizingly slowly. She could see herself, day by day, inch by inch, melting away from this beautiful, human-like form, to something metallic and dark.

When it all began, she was convinced she could survive long enough to end the life of Casshern, the one who killed Luna. Now, things had changed so much, she hardly recognized herself. As she sat in the beautiful garden and contemplated her fate, she realized how funny it really sounded. What would her sister think of her? She had fallen in love with the one who caused the death of her sister and would eventually lead to her own death, as well. She had become completely obsessed with him in a way that was both beautiful and surreal.

The pink haired robot reached over to the small, blue pail that sat beside her. She cupped her hands and dipped them into the pail to lift some water from the container. She flung her hands out across the nearby flowers. The tiny, white flowers captured the water on their fragile petals. Casshern sat beside her on the bench, breathing gently and watching her closely. His arm was just barely brushing against hers. It was such a subtle touch, yet she felt his heat as if he was on fire.

The blue pail that held the water was beginning to rust. Lyuze heard the loud crack and then, the pail broke down the side. Her and Casshern directed their gaze to the container. Water was leaking feverishly out of the crack along the side.

She could feel Casshern shift. He lifted his hand and gently massaged her rusting forearm.

"Does it hurt?" he asked her. Perhaps he feared her arm would also crack open and begin to leak. To think, not too long ago, she attempted to kill him.

"I wonder what you're thinking, Liza. Maybe you hate me for falling for the one who ended you... Although, if there is such thing as an afterlife, then maybe you knew all along that this would happen. Maybe you're watching right now. Heh. What do I know about such things? Regardless, I... I forgive him." Lyuze mentally pondered.

Lyuze looked up at Casshern, her green eyes piercing his shiny, turquoise eyes. His lip twitched, perhaps to make a tiny smile. His dark hair, as always, was very unruly, yet gorgeously dipped over his brow. His beauty was a crime that should be punishable by death. His gaze weakened her, no matter how many times she saw it.

She smiled at him, leaning in as close as she could get, pressing her face into his chest. He lowered his hands, sliding down her forearms, and took her hands in his large hands. She attempted to press herself more tightly against him, which caused Casshern to lean back, just a tad bit.

"Don't hurt yourself... you'll rust faster," he warned with his smooth voice.

She really didn't know if that was true, so there was no point in calling him out on that. He might've been right. But... "I'm okay with that," she replied with a light chuckle.

Casshern lifted his right hand and gently took her by the jaw. He tilted her head to the right angle that allowed him to press his soft lips against her chapped ones. It was something humans did: kissing. Wasn't it? Humans and their ways... Amazing. Absolutely amazing ways. Robots were made in the image of humans. They could do everything humans could do and then some. Lyuze always wondered how such a strange act could be so powerful.

Their lips danced and their bodies unconsciously pressed closer and closer together. He was great at it and Lyuze often worried if she was a decent kisser; he never seemed to complain. Had he done this before? Maybe. She didn't really think about it. Kissing wasn't something she did much these days. Well, not before she fell in love with him, anyway.

Right when his tongue pressed passed her lips and in her mouth, she thought she would die. They seemed to be inseparable until they heard little Ringo screaming at them, "Nasty!" she teased. They blushed like high school kids when they separated. The two of them had to wipe the saliva off their lips.

Ringo, completely forgetting what they were just doing, ran over to Lyuze and tossed some seashells onto her lap.

"Look at these ones! I've never seen these before!" she squeaked with happiness. Friender came over, carrying a larger shell in his mouth that Ringo could not carry. Casshern took the shell from Friender's mouth, raising it in the air to show it off. Ringo sighed with happiness at the new additions to her collection. She had found a collage of scallops, sand dollars, tiny deceased starfish, and a massive conch shell.

They helped her arrange the seashells with the various flowers that were growing in the garden. They were very different and yet, managed to look great together.

Ringo had even managed to gather enough scallop halves to line the trail from the garden to their small house.

"This is nothing short of paradise, Liza. I'm so happy; I'm content now with the fact that I will die soon. Casshern, Ringo, Ouji, Friender... they've made my life worth living, even if it was a short life. I wonder if this is how the humans would feel when they were close to dying?" Lyuze thought as she arranged some small shells with the tulips.

In the corner of her eye, she could see Casshern's white suit as he walked by. She looked up at him as he stated, "Ringo wants us to help her find some more of those conch shells."

She smiled and replied, "alright."

Ringo was already running, nearing the shore in a matter of seconds with Friender right on her tail. He watched her like a hawk, protecting her from any possible threats. Usually, there was nothing to worry about. Occasionally, she would fall in the water and Friender would be quick to pick her up and carry her back to the house: knee scraps and boo-boo's mostly.

Lyuze stood at the water's edge, scanning the shore line for anything that looked like the large shell that Ringo had brought back.

As the days went on, she became weaker and more fragile. She knew this, but did her best to get by regardless. She wasn't used to feeling like this: to feeling so weak and helpless, like a human. She felt mortal. Lyuze hated that feeling. No matter what, she absolutely hated feeling mortal.

Lyuze stepped into the water, heading for a large white substance that was blurred beneath the surface. Right after she stepped in, she heard another step in; without a doubt, she knew it was Casshern. He always followed behind her, constantly protecting her from her nearing death. He wanted life to be comfortable for her. Unfortunately, it only reminded her that she was dying.

She reached down into the water and pulled out a massive conch shell. She lifted it into the air, showing it off to Ringo.

"Hey, Ringo, check out this one!" she called over to the girl.

"It's so pretty!" she shouted back.

She walked back to the shore and placed the shell in a small pile that Ringo had collected just in that moment. She sat down on one of the rocks and placed her feet in the water. Casshern stood in the water near her, trying to make it appear as though he wasn't staring.

Lyuze stood up to walk over to him. Her foot cracked at the sudden weight change and she fell over. Casshern was swift and caught her before she was half way to the ground.

"Too bad you weren't around when I was a kid... I fell down all the time. You could've saved me from many scratches," she tried to humor him, but Casshern wasn't laughing. He faked a smile, perhaps to try and comfort her. Lyuze could only imagine what was going through his mind.

She stood there, in his arms, and stared at him with a happy smile on her face. She allowed herself to press flushed against him, Casshern holding up all her weight as her feet went weak. He even carried her back to their house as the sun began to set.

He was strong and she knew he didn't mind, but her heart ached at the burden that she was on him. He didn't see her that way and Lyuze knew that, deep down. In fact, he loved being able to be there for her.