[Final - Private Journal Entry #15]
*There is no heading for final entry. The final pages of her entry are as such:*
I’m not from this world. I’m actually from a different dimension - my ‘father’ summoned me here through a combination of scientific procedures and dark magic. My species were supposed to take over humankind. For the longest of times, my race watched humans for an opportunity to prey upon them, in a way, and continue their life cycles in this dimension. The stereotypical alien invasion you see in sci-fi movies? Yes, well, it was a reality for me…
When I first arrived, I realized that humans have strange instincts, namely their own cycle of reproduction including romantic feelings. That’s why my adaptation to human life came so slowly - it was my failure to understand this instance of “instinct over logic” when normally it is the other way around with humans. As I tried to understand romantic love as the propagation method of mankind, I began to subconsciously weaken my own reproduction ability…
I grew depressed, and realized I was incapable of loving someone, unable to relate to humans and properly understand how they themselves functioned in this way.
But I found Fuminori... and everything changed then. He loved me and eventually… I learned to love him back. I was so happy. But when my ultimate transformation loomed near, tragedy struck - his friends, they - they tried to take him away from me.
You - that… Chieko girl -
In some deranged, hallucinating rage, this blasted woman attempted to kill me with a freeze capsule…but Fuminori… he leapt in to save me, sealing his own death instead of mine. After I had killed everyone else at the site… I found no more reason to live. After so many years, I had finally found someone I had loved and he died right in front of me.
I contemplated suicide. I honestly did. My mission had failed - without someone to love, I had no method of reaching my final destination. My cycle of life was slowly coming to a close.
But one day, when I was nearing death… I was flipping through my father’s text and found his journal.
Happiness. My father, even if he wasn’t my ‘real’ father actually wanted me to reach my final stage, even knowing that it would destroy humankind as a whole. This … blazingly intellectual, scientific man who studied everything from necromancy to neuropsychiatry - his final wish in life was his daughter’s happiness.
I decided to live… for his sake, and for Fuminori’s. What was the purpose for his sacrifice, if I were to kill myself anyway?
I used the medical knowledge I gained from my father to modify the ‘undesirable’ parts of me in order to live a normal human life. I changed my insides so that new things became edible to me and I was no longer had a minimal dependency on human flesh to survive. I made myself physically appealing to all of society, not just those with warped senses, so that I could live in peace. Then I looked for a human who had a gentle heart that would accept me - Kyousuke - I found him. Disguising myself as an infant, I threw myself at his feet, hoping he would take pity on me. My luck held true - my purity as a newborn won him over and so I became part of his family. It was he who adopted me, not my ‘parents’.
So I was now an “Ishimaru” and pretended to ‘grow up’ as a normal girl while in reality, I gradually altered my physical appearance so it seemed I was going through the normal stages of human development.
A decade passed since Fuminori’s death, and I had adapted very well to human life. The only thing I hadn’t fully comprehended was human romantic feelings and reproduction. I still didn’t understand love, so therefore my sense of it was rather warped by human standards - thus why, my brothers… why Tsubasa… Seku … well... that and his ice powers, she thinks. It was some kind of mental challenge to conquer her fear of ice since that incident. …Professor Geisha… Kleinman … to even a certain degree. That man was awfully like that crazy nutjob who my foster father, y’know.
My younger brother, Giniro, he was my greatest mistake. He’s what Japanese people call hikikomori, a recluse who stays holed up in his room all day. I... broke him. That's why he's like this.
Erland, who is an alien himself, would somehow understand this… I realize that we exchanged goobyes without even knowing the truth.
Although he probably figured out, knowing him... hmmm~
What I’m trying to say is that…
The spores I produce no longer rewrite the human genome.
Yours truly,
Saya
*The journal ends there.*
I’m not from this world. I’m actually from a different dimension - my ‘father’ summoned me here through a combination of scientific procedures and dark magic. My species were supposed to take over humankind. For the longest of times, my race watched humans for an opportunity to prey upon them, in a way, and continue their life cycles in this dimension. The stereotypical alien invasion you see in sci-fi movies? Yes, well, it was a reality for me…
When I first arrived, I realized that humans have strange instincts, namely their own cycle of reproduction including romantic feelings. That’s why my adaptation to human life came so slowly - it was my failure to understand this instance of “instinct over logic” when normally it is the other way around with humans. As I tried to understand romantic love as the propagation method of mankind, I began to subconsciously weaken my own reproduction ability…
I grew depressed, and realized I was incapable of loving someone, unable to relate to humans and properly understand how they themselves functioned in this way.
But I found Fuminori... and everything changed then. He loved me and eventually… I learned to love him back. I was so happy. But when my ultimate transformation loomed near, tragedy struck - his friends, they - they tried to take him away from me.
You - that… Chieko girl -
In some deranged, hallucinating rage, this blasted woman attempted to kill me with a freeze capsule…but Fuminori… he leapt in to save me, sealing his own death instead of mine. After I had killed everyone else at the site… I found no more reason to live. After so many years, I had finally found someone I had loved and he died right in front of me.
I contemplated suicide. I honestly did. My mission had failed - without someone to love, I had no method of reaching my final destination. My cycle of life was slowly coming to a close.
But one day, when I was nearing death… I was flipping through my father’s text and found his journal.
Happiness. My father, even if he wasn’t my ‘real’ father actually wanted me to reach my final stage, even knowing that it would destroy humankind as a whole. This … blazingly intellectual, scientific man who studied everything from necromancy to neuropsychiatry - his final wish in life was his daughter’s happiness.
I decided to live… for his sake, and for Fuminori’s. What was the purpose for his sacrifice, if I were to kill myself anyway?
I used the medical knowledge I gained from my father to modify the ‘undesirable’ parts of me in order to live a normal human life. I changed my insides so that new things became edible to me and I was no longer had a minimal dependency on human flesh to survive. I made myself physically appealing to all of society, not just those with warped senses, so that I could live in peace. Then I looked for a human who had a gentle heart that would accept me - Kyousuke - I found him. Disguising myself as an infant, I threw myself at his feet, hoping he would take pity on me. My luck held true - my purity as a newborn won him over and so I became part of his family. It was he who adopted me, not my ‘parents’.
So I was now an “Ishimaru” and pretended to ‘grow up’ as a normal girl while in reality, I gradually altered my physical appearance so it seemed I was going through the normal stages of human development.
A decade passed since Fuminori’s death, and I had adapted very well to human life. The only thing I hadn’t fully comprehended was human romantic feelings and reproduction. I still didn’t understand love, so therefore my sense of it was rather warped by human standards - thus why, my brothers… why Tsubasa… Seku … well... that and his ice powers, she thinks. It was some kind of mental challenge to conquer her fear of ice since that incident. …Professor Geisha… Kleinman … to even a certain degree. That man was awfully like that crazy nutjob who my foster father, y’know.
My younger brother, Giniro, he was my greatest mistake. He’s what Japanese people call hikikomori, a recluse who stays holed up in his room all day. I... broke him. That's why he's like this.
Erland, who is an alien himself, would somehow understand this… I realize that we exchanged goobyes without even knowing the truth.
Although he probably figured out, knowing him... hmmm~
What I’m trying to say is that…
The spores I produce no longer rewrite the human genome.
Yours truly,
Saya
*The journal ends there.*