Chapter 4

I don't think I want this is the fourth chapter Mirai Pretty C̶u̶r̶e̶, and the first chapter from Sasorina's prospective.

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Over at Nightmare, Sasorina hated her job more than ever. She missed working with Dune, and the other Desert Apostles, they made good company, not that she'd dare admit it. She had dignity, and the people on her 'team' actually had personalities. Not to mention turning the Earth into a desert was a much better idea then just making people miserable. That was every other villain organization was doing, no bragging rights there. The idea of getting a different job gnawed at her, but attacking the Pretty Cures was what she was best at. She hated them anyway.

"That's your fourth failure this week." Sasorina jumped at Kawarino's voice.

"Didn't I tell you stop sneaking up on me?" Sasorina stomped.

"Do you want to be fired? I'm the boss now."

"And so what if I do?"

"Then how about you take a vacation." Kawarino hissed.

"Sorry! I was just angry with the Precure, I'll do whatever you want Kawarino-sama." Sasorina felt sick as she said sama. He didn't deserve it!

"Anything?" Kawarino handed her a piece of black paper. Sasorina flinched. Her world begin to spin. The paper meant that you were no longer useful. Only fit to become a monster, no longer truly yourself, yes 'you' were at your strongest, but Precure was usually stronger. Filled with dread she snatched the paper. It was good, she told herself, to serve evil till the end, not become weak and turn to the good side when you weren't needed, like that Cure Passion girl she fought earlier this week.

"I sense your apprehension. I hope you haven't been listening too closely those stories about happiness and hope that those naive Precure spit out. It can be tempting, I know, but you can't expect much wisdom from teenagers." Sasorina nodded in response to Kawarino's words. That's all Precure's words were. She promised herself that she wouldn't fall for it again.

"I should go now." Sasorina walked away. Since when did she become so vulnerable to human emotions? Back with Dune she would of gladly given up her life for him, what was so wrong with Kawarino? When she first transferred to Nightmare she was excited for a new job, how did everything go so wrong? She stumbled into the hallway leading out of the building.

"So Kawarino's done with you?" A blast of cold air came in as Dark Pretty Cure, the only person that Sasorina actually talked to when she didn't have to at Nightmare, entered the building.

"Yep." She whispered. "Yep!" She tried again loader, she must be confident, she must put Nightmare's needs above her own. It's what Dune would want.

"You're not fooling anyone here that you're happy serving Kawarino, and you were never much of a formidable opponent, so it's for the best." She couldn't believe it, Dark Pretty Cure thought her dying was the best thing for her?

"You mean you don't care whether I live or die?"

"Not really."

"Well, I don't either."

"Be honest with yourself, if you want to join the good guys-"

"I don't! Stop assuming things that aren't true!" Sasorina dashed out of the headquarters. She had to get this over and done with before she got too panicky. As much as she shoved it away and denied it, deep down she knew that the real her was slipping away, leaving a mushy emotional mess. And Dune wouldn't want someone like that. All she could do was keep running, it kept the pain away. When she finally stopped she found herself on the clearing from earlier today. Her stomach turned as she looked closely at the black paper, white dots ebbed and flowed all through it, creating a pixely feel, while it shimmered in the sun.

As she brought it closer to her face, her hands shook violently blurring with the paper in her vision. Memories darted around, important moments, playing soccer while working with Dark Pretty Cure, thinking that bouquet of flowers from Cobraja was for her, it wasn't he was just being full of himself, as usual, the adrenaline from fighting Precure, all of it. She didn't want to lose it. She wasn't ready to accept death. A few drops of water slide down her cheeks.

Where these tears?

She could cry now?

How had this happened? Just a couple of weeks ago, before Dune was defeated, she would of gladly followed the instructions. She needed to turn the black paper into a mask. She had to. She had clearly lost her usefulness. She slowly brought the paper closer and closer to her face, it was almost there, just a little bit more... She could do it. Her vision blurred and everything went black.

Something fuzzy filled the void of Sasorina's consciousness. Slowly but surely lights of all different colors, green, brown, black, appeared. More and more flickered in, blending together into a wooded clearing, and a cat? Sasorina felt more safe and comfortable then she ever had since joining Nightmare. A part of her wanted it to stay like this forever, no dread damping her thoughts, no pressure to perform a certain way, just nice nature sounds, and lush sunshine. Sadly her peace was erased away faster then it came. As her memories came back. Needing to make herself a Kowaina because she had lost to the Pretty Cures too many times, but for some reason not being able to do it. She hated herself for all the emotion she had felt, she shouldn't cry or even feel sad, that was what purified villains did. She was supposed to be strong, ready to serve her master but she had failed. To make matters worse Dark Pretty Cure would never live this down, which, she reminded herself, was something that she shouldn't even care about. Why should she care what Dark Pretty Cure thought? All of these thoughts were so uncharacteristic of her, they felt like someone else was thinking them but very familiar as if she had always felt that way...

"You okay?" Somebody said. Sasorina glaced around. The only living thing she saw was the cat, and cats couldn't talk right?

"I was worried about you..." Sasorina jumped. The cat was talking! Human cats couldn't talk, unless it wasn't a human cat? Sasorina leaned down to get a closer look, a pink heart on it's forehead proved just what she suspected. It was one of those fairies. It better not be with the Precure.

"Who are you?" Sasorina questioned it.

"It depends. I think. I'm Siren if your from Majorland or Eren, if your not." Sasorina didn't know what Majorland was, but all different kingdoms had different names depending on who you talk to, so she wanted to make sure that she wasn't from there.

"What even is Majorland?"

"The place where I'm from."

"I could tell that."

"It's a place. Filled with music. I lived there most of my life." The place were Sasorina was made didn't have much music so she probably wasn't from this "Majorland" place.

"I'm not from there. Okay?"

"Okay." It replied. Sasorina walked away. She was a lot calmer and could think rationally unlike before, so now, she decided, was going to turn herself into a Kowaina now.

"Are you okay?"

"You already asked me that."

"You didn't answer."

"I'm fine!" Sasorina snapped. She was almost to the edge of the clearing when an idea popped into her head. She could kidnap Eren, if she was with the Pretty Cure her absence could seriously weaken her. Not to mention it would be a lot more useful then turning herself into a monster only to be defeated by the Pretty Cure. She could live, Kawarino would get off her case and maybe it was weak of her to think this, but she had always liked cats.

"Hey, Eren do you want to come with me?" Sasorina called out.

"Okay." Eren followed her.

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Sasorina

Kurokawa Eren

Dark Pretty Cure