Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 1 (Revised Version)
Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?
General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You'd Like
TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content
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A piercing pain cut through your face, pulling your consciousness out of an inky black haze. Foggy shapes crept into the edges of your vision as a bright, white light stung your eyes. Lolling your head from side to side, you took in a strange room. Sharp, electronic beeping sounded to your right, and the smell of chemicals crept into your nose. The room was blinding, with chairs, curtains, and machines, all encompassed by a bright white not yet accustomed to your eyes. You saw the hazy, black outlines of people in the room, all staring at you with unseen eyes. The beeping grew louder, faster, and you trembled.
“They’re scared.” You heard one of the figures say. Gradually, the outlines became clear enough to tell certain features.
“No shit,” a smooth, but deeper voice grunted, “they just fell from space and landed themselves in intensive care.” A man with a large, swirling scar across the right side of his mouth sat in a chair next to your bed, staring at you intently. He had blonde hair to his shoulders, and his nose was littered with freckles. His eyes were cold, almost scrutinizing.
You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your jaw wouldn’t move. What came out was a rather pitiful, muffled groan. The man furrowed his brow. “Can you speak English?”
You nodded slowly.
The man gave a small nod in return, sitting back in his chair. “Your jaw is wired shut. Whatever the hell happened to you in space broke your face and got that nasty gash across it too.” His eyes darted toward your body. “You’ve been strapped down until you’re no longer considered a threat,” his eyes softened slightly, “though from the looks of you, I seriously doubt you are.” You flexed your arms and legs. Shiny steel cuffs clasped them tightly.
“Although,” a new voice spoke, capturing your attention. A woman clad in golden armor stepped up to your bed, and behind her you noticed a group of other strange looking individuals. They all stared at you with mixed expressions. “There has to be a reason why you were so gravely injured. Perhaps a situation in which you had to be… stopped. Forced into submission before you did something terrible.” The woman inclined her head, a sharp look in her eyes and her arms folded protectively across her chest plate.
You struggled with panic. The beeping of the machine grew rapid as you squeezed your eyes closed, feeling dizzy. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself. Again, you tried to open your mouth, straining against the wires embedded in your jaw. It was no use. You were terrified, and at the mercy of strangers.
“Easy, War Woman.” You snapped open your eyes; a large man with a beard stepped forward. “Let them recover and answer for themself.” He glanced towards you, a wary look on his face, “if they are a threat, we can handle it. There’s no use in aggravating them now.”
A deep relief set in your mind as War Woman stepped back. It was only then, when the adrenaline subsided, that the pain from your injuries became horribly apparent. The throbbing, deep gash across your nose was almost too much to bear, and it seemed your ribs broke all over again with every breath. You let your head slump against your pillow and let out a low groan.
“Everyone out,” the scarred man demanded suddenly, “I need to talk to them alone.” The group left without protest, and the scarred man stood. There was a scuffling before he pulled a device out of his pocket and held it out for you to see. It was a large ring of sorts, about big enough to fit over a basketball and seemingly made of metal. It had flashing boxes of technology welded into it. “This will allow you to speak without moving your mouth. It reads brain signals— or so I’m told. Do you mind?” You hesitated for a moment as he held the device level with your eye-line, before shaking your head no.
The man leaned over and secured the device to your head. Taking a step back, he put his hands in his pockets. “My name is Cecil Stedman. I'm the director of the Global Defence Agency, and the people you saw a few minutes ago are called the Guardians of the Globe. You’ve been in intensive care and unconscious for a month now.” He took one of his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowing pensively. “What’s your name, and where are you from?”
“A month? Oh, no.” Your eyes widened in surprise; your own thoughts, in a robotic voice, echoed around the room. Cecil relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly. You guessed it wasn’t so much of what you had said, but the device working correctly that caused his sudden good mood. “I don’t have a name, and I’m from a planet called Ocrah. I mean no harm. I landed here by mistake. I can leave if it’s too much trouble.”
Cecil’s expression turned to surprise at your words, if not slightly amused. “You’re not going anywhere in your condition.” A sudden pain wracked your body as if on a universal cue, and you jolted, giving a high whine. Your wrists and ankles banged against the metal restraints as your body seized, and relaxed.
Cecil’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, slipping the talking device off of your head. “We still have some questions for you, so you’ll be here for a while. Sit tight.” He put the device in a case, then snapped it shut. “I’ll let you rest for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” He turned and pressed a button on your bed, and in less than a minute a dozen medical staff bustled into the room. Before leaving Cecil stared you straight in the eye, his piercing blue irises holding a smoldering determination. “Stay alive.”
True to his word Cecil walked through your door the next day. From the time he’d been there last, you had grown accustomed to the strange situation you were thrust into. It helped that you weren’t cuffed to your bed anymore. Although you couldn’t walk, or really move your broken arms too much, being able to move freely definitely improved your optimism. You’d been dying to scratch your nose. The sight of humans - and at times, others - walking past the doorway didn’t startle you anymore, either. It’s a good thing, too, as that doorway was the only thing that you could stare at other than the ceiling. As you saw Cecil, you gave a slow blink in greeting. It was hardly noticeable, but all you could manage.
“Alright,” Cecil fished the device out of his pocket and fastened it to your head once again, “I’ve got more questions for you.”
“Good morning,” you blurted out immediately once the device switched on. “I don’t mean to be rude by disregarding your previous statement, but I feel it is important to greet people once you see them.”
Cecil paused and stared at you for a moment, then gave a snort. “I um… wasn't expecting that, I’ll be honest. Especially from an alien.” He gave a sigh, regarding you with an inquisitive look. “Good morning, I suppose.”
“I must tell you how much I appreciate the medical care. You are strangers to me, I don’t deserve this kindness.”
“Sheesh, are you usually this much of a kiss ass, or is this ‘happy-go-lucky attitude’ just so we don’t dump you on the street?” Your heart dropped at Cecil’s words, and you visibly shrunk back. There was a long silence as he stared at you with an intense scrutiny, and eventually you had to look away. After a few more moments, Cecil cleared his throat and continued awkwardly, “sorry, it’s been a long morning already.”
“What questions do you have for me?” You asked, continuing to focus on the far wall of your room.
There was hesitation again before Cecil spoke, “it, um, it seems from our information about your planet- which admittedly isn’t much - that you haven’t been in contact with Earth before.” You could hear him shuffle uncomfortably into a chair. “I know you said you landed here by mistake, but what were you doing in our orbit in the first place?”
“The leader of our planet forcefully removed me.” You responded.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t give him children.” Now the silence seemed deafening. You were aware it was a cruel and absurd answer, but it was the truth. “Is that an acceptable answer? I don’t wish to go into detail.”
“Yes, of course.” You were shocked at the gentleness in Cecil’s voice. You turned to look at him again. For the first time you noticed how tired he looked.
“What’s the next question?” You asked tentatively, feeling a bit awkward. Cecil perked up a bit, leaning forward in his chair.
“I’m assuming your planet has a government, or something like it, if you have a leader. Will they come searching for you? And if so, are they friendly?”
“I’m not sure. One would assume since I was removed, I wouldn’t be wanted back, but he is… strange. I wouldn’t count on predicting anything he does. And, no, he is not friendly.”
Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside of the room, making you both turn. A woman appeared with a potted flower in her hands.
“Hello,” she regarded the pair politely, “I just wanted to see how our patient was doing.” She gave a smile as she sat in the chair on the other side of your hospital bed.
“Alana.” Cecil greeted shortly, seemingly a bit annoyed at the interruption. He eyed the flower with equal disdain. You found it odd how irritated he was all of the sudden. “What’s that for? Don’t you usually get sick people bouquets?” He asked uncomfortably.
Alana gave Cecil a knowing look before turning to you. You craned your neck to look at the flower more closely, and a thrill of excitement went through you. “That’s a veradonya,” you explained, the robotic voice of the translator not properly relaying your excitement, “it’s a flower from my planet that you give to the sick. It’s said the scent helps with healing. How did you get this?”
“We had Immortal and Martian track it down. You’d be surprised how common they are on a small moon not far from here.” Alana hesitated when she saw the confusion on your face, then gave a small laugh. “Oh, right. You probably don’t recognize me.” Bending over in her chair, Alana dug around in a bag she’d brought with her, and pulled out a green stone. She slipped it in her mouth and in moments her form changed into a green, mannequin-like version of herself. “I’m the Green Ghost.”
You jerked in your bed, “oh, yes! Of course. I remember now.” You reached out with a trembling effort to take the plant from Alana’s hands. “Thank you very much. I cannot express my gratitude.”
From the other side of the bed, Cecil cleared his throat irritably. Alana let out a small chuckle and gestured towards him, “oh, and Cecil helped too.”
Cecil looked briefly flustered, tugging at his shirt collar, “that’s, uh, not what I meant, but you’re welcome.”
“He didn’t want his name on the present. Can’t have everyone knowing he has a heart.” Though Alana didn’t have visible eyes at the moment, you could sense she was giving Cecil a look. This only seemed to exasperate him more.
“Can’t we move on?” Cecil grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, “I’m kind of busy here.”
“Yes, Cecil,” you responded, glad that the device couldn’t translate a laugh, “what’s next?”
Cecil looked moderately satisfied with the compliance, smoothing his long, blonde hair back with his hand. “Once you’re recovered, you’ll have a few choices. You go somewhere other than Earth, if possible. You join the Guardians of the Globe, if you’re useful. Or you live a relatively normal life on Earth, monitored by us.” He fixed you with a stern look, leaning forward on his elbows. “You’ll have until the end of the year to decide. Regardless of what you choose, we’ll be watching you very closely.”
“Geez Cecil,” Alana piped up, not in her Green Ghost form any longer, “you give this speech to Martian, too? No wonder he joined. Was probably too scared to say no.” Cecil didn’t respond, just leaned back in his chair.
You took a few moments to consider your next words carefully before responding. “I’d like to be as useful as I can. So far, Earth has treated me a lot better than my own home planet.” You reached out a shaky hand towards Cecil, “and I can show you what I can do, if you give me your hand.” Cecil eyed your hand warily, then exchanged a look with Alana. Slowly, and after a few more moments of consideration, he reached out and took your hand in his, fixing you with a hard stare. You saw his expression gradually relax as a throbbing grew in your own head. A raging migraine had burst between your eyes and the back of your skull, causing you to wince. You retracted your hand and sat back, squeezing your eyes shut.
“You have healing powers,” Cecil stated, looking mildly impressed. His eyes flicked to your broken body, and he gestured to it, “why don’t you fix this, then?”
A rush of anxiety went through you. “I can’t heal myself.” You responded. It wasn’t the entire truth, you knew, but just enough of it. You could only take other’s injuries onto your own body, effectively healing them but hindering yourself. But that information was best kept secret. Who knew what these people wanted to do? “Only others.”
“How did you know I had a headache?” Cecil pressed.
“I guessed. You look… stressed.” You tried to calm your heart rate as the machine beside you began to beep rapidly. Opening your eyes, you saw Cecil noticed, too, but didn’t press further. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he didn’t say. Instead he stood, nodding toward Alana.
“You might be useful. We’ll see.” Cecil turned and, without a goodbye, slipped out the doorway.
Alana gave you a polite smile, “you’ll get used to him. Rest up, okay?”
“I will. Thank you, Alana.” Watching your new friend leave, you couldn’t help smiling to yourself. Even though they were virtually strangers, Alana and the others had been very good to you. It was a strange but welcome change to your life up to this point. You gave a relaxed sigh and snuggled deeper into your pillow. A sharp pain stung the top of your head as you got comfortable, and you realized Cecil had forgotten to take the talking device off. Staring at the ceiling, you decided to voice your thoughts. “Please, let this be a new start.”
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Disclaimer:
I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times l'll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let's just try to have a good time regardless!
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Saint Seiya: Dark Wing
Chapter 31: The Surplice's Memories
Page 1
Eulalia:
- Scarlet Needle Antares Kick!!
Page 2
Page 3
Minos:
- Ghwah!!
Page 4
Minos:
- (What…?)
- (My consciousness…)
- (…as Minos, the Celestial Noble Star Gryphon…)
- (My soul is becoming unstable…?!)
Page 5
Page 6
Minos:
- (At this rate,)
- (it won't be just my cosmo that will disappear. My soul will too…!)
- Damn you… damn you!!
Page 7
Minos:
- (No!)
- (I refuse to accept it!)
Eulalia:
- (Is that…)
- (…the Gryphon Surplice?)
Page 8
Eulalia:
- What an ominous cosmo…!
Minos:
- My cosmo as a specter… I can still fight,
- even if all I have left is my soul!
- Yes, I have the perfect solution…
- I captured Pandora and Necromancer before coming here.
Page 9
Minos:
- I will be fine if I take their cosmo!
Pages 10 + 11
Eulalia:
- No, wait!!
Minos:
- Hahahah! Yes!
- Those two are indeed ready,
- just waiting for me, aren't they?
Page 12
Minos:
- (Oh, Lady Pandora!)
- (And you, Necromancer!)
Page 13
Minos:
- (Give me your cosmo!!)
Yoruhime:
- Celestial Noble Star Gryphon,
- so you were shamefully defeated by the Scorpio Gold Saint, weren't you?
Page 14
Minos:
- Defeated?!
- If I will take your cosmo and go back to that vessel, this time I won't!
Yoruhime:
- This time…?
Page 15
Minos:
- Whaaa?!
Charlotte:
- (Sigh…)
- As warriors of the gods,
- our strong beliefs and loyalty afford us great cosmo.
Page 16
Charlotte:
- You were defeated by a Saint,
- reduced to a mere soul,
- and fled so shamelessly that you possessed that surplice.
- Is that really what one of the Three Judges, close aids to Lord Hades, is supposed to look like?
Minos:
- Damn you…
- You lowly Necromancer
- dare to address me, your superior, in such a manner?!
Charlotte:
- Mort Resurrection!!
Page 17
Page 18
Minos:
- What?! You were able to clear my cosmo threads
- with a cosmo like yours?!
Charlotte:
- You are currently nothing more than an ancient soul possessing a surplice...
- You are like a vengeful spirit who possesses nothing
- of the noble will of the Gryphon or any loyalty to Lord Hades!
Page 19
Charlotte:
- You are not my enemy!!
Minos:
- Grrr!!
Yoruhime:
- You miserable soul,
- risen in a twisted resurrection by an abhorrent power!
Page 20
Yoruhime:
- By my hand,
- may you rest in peace
- once more.
Page 21
Minos:
- This cosmo…
- Is it soothing me and showing me compassion?…
Page 22
Yoruhime:
- You will eventually be awakened again by a strong will.
- Until then,
- slumber peacefully among dreams of the night.
Minos:
- (This cosmo feels like)
- (a quiet and gentle night…)
Page 23
Minos:
- (Forgive me… Lady Pandora.)
- (I will go back to sleep now.)
Page 24
Charlotte:
- In the end, he had a gentle cosmo, didn't he?
Yoruhime:
- It appears that this surplice was used
- to summon the most violent and cruel memories of the Celestial Noble Star Gryphon.
Charlotte:
- The surplice…
- …has memories?
Page 25
Yoruhime:
- Perhaps surplices and cloths alike
- harbor the memories and souls of those who wear them?
- Maybe…
- they can even transcend space-time or dimensions.
Charlotte:
- Yeah…
- maybe.
Yoruhime:
- But it's still too early to relax,
- Charlie.
Page 26
Yoruhime:
- The cosmo barrier around the school is getting stronger.
Charlotte:
- Huh?!
- Then that means...
- ...the Gryphon wasn't behind these incidents after all…
Yoruhime:
- *nod*
?:
- Well done, well done!
Page 27
Seirim:
- Pandora, I didn't expect you to have
- a cosmo technique like that!
Yoruhime:
- So you're the one who used the Gryphon's surplice
- to cause these incidents?
Seirim:
- Yup!
- (That was me!)
Page 28
Seirim:
- I am a Clown of Lord Demiurgos,
- one of the Four Horsemen, the "King of Diamonds", Seirim.
- I am the one who was entrusted with conducting this "story",
- the "Witch".
Page 29
Yoruhime:
- (She called herself a Clown of Demiurgos…)
- (They're completely unknown to specters and saints alike.)
- (They're a formidable enemy…!)
Charlotte:
- If I defeat you,
- this barrier will be lifted, right?
Page 30
Seirim:
- Ohh!
- Despite appearances, you're unexpectedly aggressive, huh?
- *giggle giggle*
- Ok, sure!
- I'll let you fight me,
- little Charlotte!
Page 31
Yoruhime:
- (Charlie hasn't been awake for very long,)
- (and her cosmo was also considerably depleted breaking free of Gryphon's threads…)
- (Shoichiro and the others aren't responding either.)
- (Something must have happened to them.)
Page 32
Yoruhime:
- (Harpy was supposed to lead the battle but she's out too.)
Zhu:
- Yaaah!!
- Jeez!
- It's still standing?!
Yoruhime:
- (And Sphinx)
- (is also being kept out by the barrier.)
- (The female Gold Saint was fighting against Gryphon…)
Page 33
Yoruhime:
- (As for the other Gold Saint,)
- (we should assume that he was also dealt with somehow.)
- (And this was all…)
- (…this Witch's doing!)
Page 34
Seirim:
- *giggle giggle*
To be continued…
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