Chapter One: The Diclonius Research Institute
A/N this was a request I got from a reader, I hope you guys enjoy. I'll try to post a new chapter every week or so. Please leave a review, Thanks in advance.
Bando checked his envelope once more before knocking on the door in front of him. He didn't want to be missing any documents once he turned it in. It would be a pain in the ass to have to do all this paper work again. And he didn't want to risk pissing Chief off.
The golden plaque engraved on the door read 'The Chief Director of National Research Institute on Human Evolution'a.k.a The Diclonius Research Institute. It was a huge plaque by regular standards.
'I guess with an ego like that the plaque has to match' Bando noted.
"I see. So previous arrangements have been handled?" Chief Kakuzawa rubbed at the back of his grayed nape "Good good."
Waving Bando in, he motioned to one of the two seats sitting in front of his desk.
Bando took a seat in the proffered chair. Not much had changed. The only new addition was a bowl of brightly colored candy, twisted in clear wrappers. Space was ample here on the top floor. The whole floor was reserved for his use only. He wasn't sure, but he was confident that a bedroom was up here somewhere. Paintings of Kakuzawa lined one wall, while painting of what Bando assumed were his ancestors lined the other across from it. The back wall was empty except for a giant screen. And his desk sat in front of the glass wall that extended behind it. It wouldn't kill him to put up some landscape photographs. Symphony music played softly in the background.
The old man exuded authority even when seating. Chief Director Kakuzawa was a big imposing man. Not that he was overweight, on the contrary he was in great shape for his age. A silver fox if you would. He was a monster of a man. Impressively tall and muscular.
"Umm hmm" Chief Kakuzawa continued on with his one sided conversation.
The look on his face seemed rather pleased today.
"Make sure you follow what I have said, otherwise it will be more than your job at stake" The Director managed to spill out in good humor before hanging up.
"Ah, it's nice to see you so soon. Do you enjoy Tchaikovsky?"
"I'm sorry I don't know who that is."
"I suppose you wouldn't. Anyway this type of music always helps to calm me." He gave Bando a smile, that wasn't filled with any sort of warmth.
A smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Bando, Bando I do believe today that my conduct is in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator" He stood up from his desk and spread his arms.
"I will finally eat the ambrosia and be reborn! I will be inscribed in history for all times."
"I have the documents you requested from the S.A.T."
"Straight to business as usual"
"Is there any other way?"
"Usually a conversation is started with pleasantries"
"My apologies."
"No worries. I'm in a great mood today. Do you know how great leaders are made?"
"Elections"
"Sooner will a camel pass through a needle's eye than a great man be 'discovered' by an election"
"Then war."
"Generals think war should be waged like the tourneys of the Middle Ages. I have no use for knights; I need revolutionaries."
The Director turned to face Bando, his eyes were wide as he spoke.
"S.A.T. will be my rebels. We will have our revolution and the world will be at my feet." He slammed a heavy fist on the desk.
"Issue the order and we'll head out tonight."
"Of course, remember to use appropriate tact."
"As always." Bando placed the envelope that was addressed to The Director on the end of the desk.
"Candy?"
Bando only stared at the brightly colored bowl. He didn't trust it. The Chief Kakuzawa picked up the photos and the report under them. A zoomed in picture of Lucy leaving a mall was on the first photo. Followed by dozens of pictures of her friends and her in various locations around Japan.
Photos in Yokohama, Osaka, Nagoya, Sapporo, and even Tokyo. All cities with large populations where they would have been hard to find. That is if it had been anyone else, but the S.A.T. looking for them.
"No thank you, I don't like sweets."
"That's too bad"
Popping a red orb in his mouth he browsed through the documents. Every now and then throwing one down and picking one back up. Rolling the orb slowly, dissolving candy over his tongue he mulled over the new information. Seconds turned into minutes and it seemed that time was doing everything but moving forward for Bando. Impatience crept over his shoulders and a chill unsettled him, as the Chief hummed his way through the paper work.
"I see, the expenses will line up perfectly. Bando, this is what you'll be doing…" He smirked before continuing.