It was the winter of 1987 in a small German town; the snowfall had been about the expected heaviness. Sister Claire sat at the small wooden table, sipping at some left over cold beef stew. The children had been put to their numbered beds for rest, as the other nuns tended to the toddlers and babies. Sister Claire was watching over the weather reports, her full face bending down at each sip of the soup as he brown eyes stayed locked on the small black and white television set.
There came a rapping at the large wooden front doors, Sister Claire looked over at the sound of knocking half expecting one of the other nuns to tend to it. When the sound continued and yet no one went to the door Claire sat the nearly empty soup bowl down and went over to the door. As she grasped the door handle the knocking had finally seized, and as she opened the door Claire did not see any one around. That was till a slight movement near the ground had diverted her gaze to the steps of the orphanage. For on the door step was a small baby with a note pinned to the blanket he was wrapped in, the note however was in Japanese, and it would take time till they could find a translation for it. However the thing that caught her attention more than the note was the head of the baby boy, which seemed to have two horns growing from its head.
Needless to say he was not an easy baby to tend for, that was no one really wanted to tend to him. The priest in charge had ordered the child to be tossed out, fearing the horns were an omen, and yet the nuns seemed to have a problem with leaving a baby to die in the cold. However, the more they ignored him the more he seemed to live on, somehow surviving on what little milk they gave towards him. As he grew older the nuns could not ignore him any more, he had almost tricked the nuns. For when he had started to walk the dark haired Japanese boy with horns had gotten out of his crib, and having ventured unnoticed had walked straight into the playroom with the other children.
Keeping him around was almost a punishment of itself, leaving him victim of ridicule and taunting. Still never any sense of acknowledgement from the nuns or priests, never given the same amount of food as the other children, never allowed to play with the same toys as the others, isolation and slow starvation. That was how to handle a demon. He eventually stopped trying to hide his horns around the time he turned five, around the same time the head priest began to molest the poor soul.
A tortuous routine, going on for three more years till his eighth birthday, when the monster finally became what they predicted of him, a demon, striking down those kids who had tortured them with their words the staff which tortured him through body, and by soul when he tried to prove his faith to their religion, only to strike him down by claiming God could never love a monster like him.
That was some time ago, it was the present now, the year 2003 in Tokyo, Japan. The medical Clinic was as spotless as Yuka had hoped, one thing she always found annoying was when a government building could not be kept clean. Yuka sat in one of the waiting room chairs, holding her daughter Nyuu in her lap. She was rather surprised that she was able to convince Kouta to get their daughter the Diclonius vaccine.
As Yuka looked around she kept looking at a young man sitting across from them, he was tall that much was for sure. He wore a jacket which was zipped up to his neck and the hood pulled over his head tight enough that half of his face was hidden. Of what Yuka could see of the man's face told her he had to be young, his chin clean shaven and seemingly smooth. However it was a feeling she got from him, a familiar feeling. Yuka pulled her daughter closer to herself when she heard the nurse call for them.
However as Yuka and Nyuu were getting ready to leave the waiting room and head back into the room Yuka heard her daughter scream. Turning she saw that tall man charge at them, his eyes showing as bright red irises. However as Yuka lifted Nyuu off the ground the man shot past them grabbing the thick nurse and shoving her aside, "Stay here," He told them as he charged into the back room.
Of course as soon as he was out of view the nurse went to her station and called the police. Yuka was still holding her young daughter trying to calm her down while from the back, came the sounds of glass shattering and the curses of the same man. Mid way in the nurse's call the man came back and yanked the woman up to his face, "Where the hell is the vaccine?"
"P-please sir…I have a husband." The nurse said as her eyes started to water.
"Than tell me where you are keeping the Diclonius vaccine and you'll see him, I am not that cold blooded."
"Just tell him!" Yuka shouted out at the nurse, regretting her words as soon as the man turned to face them.
The man did not seem angry, letting go of the nurses collar he walked over to Yuka and Nyuu shooting a glance at the small group of people who had been waiting and had already back into the far corner. The man's gaze looked down at Nyuu as he stopped dead in his tracks, bending down on his knees to match the gaze of the young girl "What…is your name young one?"
Yuka attempted at picking her daughter up, not wanting her to say a word to this man, yet she was just a few seconds late as he daughter smiled telling the man her name, "Nyuu."
"Nyuu…cute name Nyuu, you can call me Uncle Kyofu." The man said turning back to the nurse acting as if he had not just talked, "Where is the vaccine?"
The nurse pointed to the back room, handing her I.D. card to this Kyofu and told him the far right room, where all medicine injections were kept. Only doing this for she knew the police would get here before he could do much damage. Yanking the card from the nurse Kyofu looked back at Yuka and Nyuu and then glanced back over at the people cowering in the corner. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket Kyofu pulled out a wrapped piece of yellow hard candy, and tossed it in the direction of Yuka. "Do not fear ma'am, I would never hurt a child." With that said Kyofu started on his way to the back.
The police had already started arriving, few getting ready to actually enter the building only on the hunch that none of who they saw fitted the description of the man the nurse gave him. Yuka watched the uniformed policemen radio for backup from the same corner every one else was hiding in, holding her daughter tightly and brushing her hair with her right hand. After Kyofu had left for the back room they had started hearing the sounds of shattering glass and Yuka was almost fearful of his return. Never hurt a child he had said, and yet here he was threatening all of them and for what? He would not need the vaccine, they had found the male vaccine did not work and the government researchers were trying to replace it.
Soon he came back, the sound of fire crackling the wallpaper following him. Kyofu looked outside at the approaching police and cursed to himself pacing the lobby back and forth before turning to the nurse, "You! Get on the phone and tell them there's a fire in here!" However as he turned to tell the nurse a shot rang out from the street, shattering the hospital window and nearly struck at Kyofu.
That was one of the triggers for Yuka as too the familiarity of this man. When the bullet approached him it suddenly stopped mere centimeters from his ear. With the bullet remaining floating in the air Kyofu fell to his knees, eyes wide as he looked at nothing but the floor. Staying there as Yuka held her daughter ever tighter, seeing the armed policemen, wearing padded protection start to approach the hospital, apparently under the believe that this Kyofu was down.
The police were close to the door, grip the handle when Yuka's attention was more drawn to Kyofu as he started to speak, "I will not beg…I will not cry…you won't get me…" Kyofu muttered to himself as he slowly got back to his feet, pulling his hood off, his raven dark hair cut short against his scalp, bald spots around two horns. Horns that resembled ears of a cat.
The remaining police watched as the silence enveloped around them. Not much longer though, and it was clear what was happening. The senior office on the scene did not like the fact that a few news cameras had gotten there, and before they get them out it had already started. The glass doors of the hospital busted off the building, carrying with them the mangled corpses of the police squad. Limbs flying apart from the trunks of the bodies, blood spraying and staining the ground. Soon Kyofu stepped out of the building, a shy little smirk developing on his pale face, his red eyes burning with the fury only matched by Hell's fire itself.
Director Kakuzawa had been shown the broadcast on a portable television set as his new assistant held it in place. He saw everything from the time the squad of highly trained police stormed the hospital to when the broadcast went to static. The assistant only looked at the Director, "After that he took off, from what we could tell he only killed the cameramen along side the policemen that stormed at him. When they searched the hospital they found he had tried to get rid of the vaccine."
"And the hostages? What did they say?" Kakuzawa asked not seeming to acknowledge the assistant.
"Nothing, even referencing his image to our base of known Diclonius came up with nothing."
"Of course it didn't, if we ever found a male Diclonius that could do that we wouldn't let him out of our sights. Hell the closest we ever got to…that was that male Lucy's mother gave birth too, and of course he was killed as a kid."
"What do you want us too do? By the way he left we figure he's heading south. If he is he'll eventually reach here."
"Dead or alive I want him here. Most males are Silpelits. To find a male who can use his vectors, even if it is barely anything, is enough of a risk to try and capture him. Of course if he doesn't want to kill him on sight."