Yay, another fic! Alright, I know I said I'd wait until Trapped was finished, but ya'll don't care, and I really want to write this thing! Anyway, enjoy!
A/N: A little preview before I start the fic. This is set a bit into the future, around 2120. Cloning has been made not only legal, but necessary for some. They're somewhat akin to slaves in the respect that they have owners, obviously whoever they were cloned from, and that they are programmed at 'birth' to obey their owner's orders. Their personalities mostly reflect those of the ones they were cloned from, but sometimes they exhibit traits that seem to be completely opposite of what their owners are. This is because they are cloned using dna, and not the person's current attitude or mood, so they show the traits that are (sometimes) burried deep within individuals and are very rarely shown. It's kind of a mix between I Robot and The Island, but I got my inspiration from the latter (and to think, I didn't even like the movie that much). I think that's about all you need to know for now. Everything else will be explained either in the fic or in author's notes when I think of it.
Another A/N: If ya'll don't know who Kalelle is, he's Kanone's slightly older (by, like, a couple minutes) twin brother. He's in my fic, Trust, so go read that if you want to see more on him.
Random observation: Since when the hell have I started saying 'ya'll'?
Pairings: KalelleKanone, slight KalelleEyes, and slight EyesKanone. Other pairings may develop.
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Shimmering, golden orbs opened in annoyance as a tanned hand came slamming down on the alarm clock, silencing it. Kalelle sat up, groaning, "Every day." he thought, "Every damn day." He was tired of this routine that he had been stuck in. Get up, go to work, go to the hospital, come home, have to reassure his boyfriend that he wasn't dying, have dinner, go to bed. Perhaps the hospital was only once a week, but it sure as hell felt like every day. He glanced to his side where his silver-haired lover was still sleeping, "Lucky bastard." he muttered, throwing the covers to the side and getting up.
Making his way out to the kitchen, he met a pair of identical eyes, a small smile covering the other boy's mouth, "Good morning, Master." he greeted, "Did you sleep well?"
"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" Kalelle grumbled, sitting down. He hated the title of 'Master' for some reason. It implied too much about the relationship, like the fact that one even existed. Besides being his clone, Kanone had no relationship to Kalelle, and that was the way the older one preferred it. People who bothered bonding with their clones were fools.
Kanone promptly stood up and went to the coffee maker, pouring a cup of coffee and adding the appropriate amounts of sugar and cream, "Right, sorry." he said, turning, a smile still on his face, "What do you want me to call you, then?"
Kalelle took the offered coffee and quickly drank it. Perfect, as always. Of course, if Kanone ever did anything below par, it would come as a shock to the world. Not that he was all that great, but clones were made to be perfectionists. How else could they provide for their owners? "Try my name." he suggested, sarcastically.
"You never call me by my name." he pointed out, frowning.
An eyebrow was raised at this comment, "You're backtalking me?"
Kanone quickly shook his head, "Of course not. I only thought that you wouldn't want me to call you by your name since you never call me by mine."
Kalelle scoffed, "That makes no sense." he told him, "I don't call you by your name because it was a joke to give you one. Only to make you feel human." He stood, shaking his head, "That in itself was pointless; you've got no feelings."
The five-year-old clone shut his eyes to keep back his tears, and slowly nodded in agreement. He winced when the door slammed shut, signaling that Kalelle had left for the day. Now, he could live in slight peace until he had to meet Kalelle at the hospital. He sighed and jumped slightly as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. He quickly relaxed as a breathy laugh sounded in his ear, "Good morning, Kanone."
Said boy tilted his head and smiled at the other boy, "Good morning." he said, unconvincingly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, frowning, "Kalelle getting to you again?"
Kanone quickly shook his head and relaxed against the other body, "No, he's entitled to his own opinion of me." As much as it pained him to admit it, it was the truth. Kalelle was the reason for his existance, he owned him, he had the right to treat him however he pleased.
"Not when it's wrong. You do have feelings, and he needs to realize it." The boy sat next to the clone, "Besides, I hate to see you miserable."
The brunette chuckled, "I'm never miserable around you." He leaned over and placed a small kiss on the other's lips.
Eyes pulled back quickly, "Don't." he said in an almost desperate tone, "You know we can't."
Kanone smiled sadly, "I know." he whispered, "I can't get that night out of my head, though. No one has ever loved me like you do, never made me feel like I mattered as much as you do."
"If Kalelle ever finds out...there would be hell to pay. For both of us." Eyes warned.
"I've only been here for five years, but I've never once seen him smile a true smile or act happy. Why is that?"
The silver head shook, "I haven't the slightest clue. You know I haven't been with him as long as you."
"I know that, but has he never talked about anything that might be the cause of his mood? There has to be some reason he's always so cranky."
"He's never said anything to me. We may be lovers, but we're not that close. I don't think there's anyone that he's close to." Eyes offered, "He does complain about his disease often, that might be it."
"There's nothing we can do about it, though. You and I both know hemosycosis is uncurable."
The azure-eyed boy snorted, "Yeah, and so was cancer 60 years ago, but that all changed when you all were created." he said, meaning the clones. With new technology and a clone's ability to quickly reproduce any organs they lose, humans had become virtually invulnerable. Even so, some diseases still affected people's daily lives, and Kalelle was one of those lucky people.
"Besides, I'm pretty sure using clones is their solution. The large majority of this world is much like Kalelle in not caring about us." Eyes made no move to object to the depressing statement, mostly because he knew it was the truth. The people that did care to acknowledge their clones either mistreated them or insulted them on a daily basis. He wondered how someone could be so harsh to a person that looked exactly like them. Of course, maybe that made it all the easier.
"Still," Eyes spoke up, "there are some who care about you, like me."
A smile retook its place on Kanone's lips, "Yeah, and as long as you're here, everything will be fine." Assured of his own words, Kanone leaned his head on Eyes' shoulder, nuzzling him slightly, and yawned.
The younger teen chuckled, "Let's get you to bed." Kanone nodded, tiredly, and allowed Eyes to lead him into the bedroom. Kanone always stayed up every night cleaning and doing other, various things since he had no place to sleep. There was always the couch, but it was so uncomfortable that he preferred to just stay up until Kalelle left and then sleep in his bed. He collapsed onto the bed and sunggled up to the warm body that mimicked the motion, wrapping its arms around him. A soft kiss was pressed to his temple, "Goodnight."
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I know, short, but I told you all before it's a disorder! I can't write a decent-lengthed first chapter of anything. Anyway, hope this kept your interest enough to read another chappy. Review!