Thread: The Last Son of Krypton... or Maybe Not? (Vash x SHARPii)

It had always been about knowing. Having a pretty good idea of her part, of her worth, her capability and her existence and how to survive in this world that seemed so foreign. It was unlike her own home, her home that took her a while to figure out was no more. Upon this realization, it was made clear that Earth was her new home and while the people were of lesser character and lesser mortals for the most part, to coexist harmoniously and undetected would be a great feat. If she could survive and be able to live, that would be better than always living in fear or stress. It meant compromising. Giving up what was necessary and staying quiet, in a life that should prove mundane at first, taking a long while to really adjust but in the end, it became a life that she would find rather peaceful, especially with the way she led it. That in the end, it was better than being studied to no ends, injected with until she served no valuable purpose and living a life under a microscope where she could be here, in Metropolis, in the life she had actually grown to love, actually growing to love the people around her, in Sals Diner. It had been more than a job but like a home, a real family. It was a family diner, started by Sal Escobar and currently being run by his only beloved son, Sal Escobar Jr. No one was related to each other by blood in this diner, but this family bond went deeper than blood. They didnt need blood relation to feel familial. Just the time spent together that became familiar because familial. Sal Jr. would take a bullet for any one of these members, just as she would, in a heartbeat. This was love. It didnt matter who the people were, where they were from or what they possessed. This was love and this was family. Not a day went by that she didnt wonder, but not a day was spent in regret. It seemed almost like fate the day someone new had finally moved into the same apartment building she lived in, on the same floor as well, just a few doors down. She didnt know much of him, except that he seemed to keep himself most of the time, at least thats how she gathered it. Just being the kind of person she is, she often wanted to go to him and at least inquire if he was alright because he didnt seemhappy. Sure, even she had her days when she wasnt happy but it wasnt everyday. For him, unfortunately, it seemed like it was at least often, if not everyday. Like stated previously, she didnt know the guy but shes seen him around, passing him by and the like. The emergence of Metropolis most controversial superhero took for a whirlwind one day. It left her envious enough and also curious. Who was this cape-costume-clad hero and where was he from? They exhibited similar abilities, similar capabilities but he had been ostracized so much in the public eye, defamed and debunked terribly because there were people like Lex Luthor who wouldnt let this man be in peace and save the world, a world that could use a hero like him. It was saddening, frustrating but what could she do? She was just as much a normal citizen as everyone else, despite her own secret. That secret prevented her from doing much of anything but acquiring a family within her job. Other than that, she had remained solo, ever since the day she arrived to Earth. Her ship touched down on Earth, just before Krypton faced its unfortunate demise, much without her knowing. When she did find out only much shortly after that her home planet was no longer, she believed for the longest time she was the sole survivor. It took her a very long time to adjust. She learned immediately that apparently humans dont exactly take well to foreign objects like her spaceship. It was then she learned she had to stash it quite immediately, well as fast as she could at that age. Thats how it went. The first thing she did after she left was acquire what humans call a storage unit to keep her ship hidden and it worked, as it wasnt a large one anyways, just one that held a single passenger of the strongest materials that even after entering into Earths atmosphere, very little was done to its physical appearance. That storage unit was in a small town of Beaumont, Texas and thats where she lived until she was eighteen. Its not that she was ever found out but people became suspicious of her and it was safe just to leave, especially when the adults that looked over her at the orphanage had grown especially suspicious. She kept on moving until coming to a bustling city called Metropolis in Kansas. The entire city was so busy that people seemed to hardly see a thing or even care to. It gave her a good edge, allowing her to slip in without much of a detection and allow her to live in peace for the last nineteen years. Samaire was 11 when her ship landed on Earth. She had been exposed to the yellow sun of course but she kept that part of her life a secret. If she had a scrape, it went away. If she would have an accident, there was no injury. Its like nothing bad could happen to her and she knew why but the actual reality of it was very astonishing. It meant that the findings and truth about the yellow sun were true and that was more bewildering than she thought. The worst thing about it however, was she was meant to hide it, keep it a secret and continue living as a human would. The first seven years were incredibly difficult. After she left Texas, things fell into place, the way she could handle. It was at that time she met Sal Escobar Jr. His father had just passed away and he was looking for some new employees. She quite often frequented Sals Diner because it was close by and she came to love the food a lot. In a place that still seemed so foreign and she was drawn to cheeseburgers, fries, milkshakes, pancakes and French toastall the delicious American foods that she never heard of but definitely enjoyed. This entire world was so peculiar to her but slowly, she was learning. Slowly, she was learning that it was not a scary place and unless given a reason, humans werent what she first thought them to be. Besides, it was like a common trait that perhaps all species possessed. It didnt mean she could go broadcasting who she really was that to them, shed be considered an alien. It just meant that there was more to humans than she first thought and not everything could be left up to scientific data. It made a difference to really experience. About ten years later, when she had really gotten used to being there, after having made a family among the workers at Sals and having made a home for herself in an apartment not too far, that to this day, she still lived in, one day she met a certain customer that charmed her and beguiled her. They dated briefly. When briefly, for not even six months. It wasnt so much a major heartbreak but just kind of a reality check. She wasnt human, she wasnt a normal girl and this experience taught her that she couldnt be with a human even if she really wanted to. Shed never be able to be with one because it was impossible to work out. So many secrets, so many lies, so many things left unexplained until the day he left. He couldnt take it anymore and to be quite honest, neither could she. It killed her to not be honest with a man she wanted so badly to be with like that, and intimately too, but the ugly truth was, they were incompatible for reasons only she could know and he never to figure out. It was heartbreaking but like a human would, a strong one, she got over it and moved on, continuing her life. Even though it happened, she had a great support system. Sal Jr. and his wife and two kids, the other waiters and waitresses, the back of the house cooks and staff, as well as some regulars who werent terribly rude and had their own way of being loveable enough. That day had been like no other. Simple routine. Get up, get ready, get to the diner and work all day long. Superman frequented the news in ways that made her feel actually sorry for him. Its not his fault. Hes only out to do good, not harm. She envied him but everyday since his appearance, she wondered if he was possibly? If he could be? But like clockwork, she told herself it was impossible. There was no way. She was the last one of her world and the sooner she realized that as well, the easier life on this planet would be. Not that it wasnt already easy enough but hey, it was only natural and understanding to wonder and keep hope. Samaire was a stunning brunette with emerald green eyes and a smile that could light up a dark tunnel. When she did smile, dimples appeared on her cheeks, giving such a youthful look to a woman who looked a lot younger than she actually was. She was a healthy woman with a slim but curvy figure, clad in the blue and white waitress uniform that every waitress at Sals was required to wear. It had threaded into the right breast Sals Diner and underneath it was her name tag which read Sam. Its what she went by often but truly, she hated that name and preferred Samaire but even a name like that could be a mouthful. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail as she bussed down her last table of the evening. It was almost midnight and she had finished her over twelve hour shift, allowing her to be able to go home now. Its what she wanted. She never realized how tired she actually was until her shift ended and it was almost like she could barely keep her eyes open. Even she needed to sleep. She may not be human but she wasnt invincible either. After saying goodnight to everyone, she left, walking the small distance it took from the diner to the apartment building. It was like everything was just around the corner. Thats an exaggeration of course. Once inside the building, she pulled her keys out and went to her mail box and unlocked it, pulling the mail out. Shutting it, she went up the stairs onto her floor and over to her apartment door, checking over her mail in the process. Her door was three doors down from her new and mysteriousin her opinionneighbor. Her green eyes glanced at his door and she pursed her lips before unlocking her door and walked in, shutting it behind her. It was probably too late as it is. To officially and fully welcome him to the building. No, thatd just be weird since no one did that, right? Twenty-one years later and it still felt like she couldnt even adapt to a simple human custom. To knock or not to knock? That was the important question.