I'm just gonna point out that Kikaito Isamine is mine. Well, I created him, anyway. He is my baby though.
He also qualifies as a Vocaloid (Pitchloid, really), but in Crossroads, he's human.
Basically, Isamine is the birthchild of K and Texhnolyze.
Enjoy.
-Admin!Franceypants ᕙ(눈‸눈‶)ᕗ
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"Huh?" A man with bright yellow hair and multiple piercings slowly regained consciousness. As his eyes cracked open, he quickly realized he couldn't move. Areas that normally would have been occupied by a left arm and two legs were instead being commandeered by wires and cables connecting the man's fully exposed body to a variety of machines. Using the eyes that matched the color of his hair, he discovered he was in a kind of lab, appearing to be experimented on on a table. "H-Hey." He was about to lift his head before such action was interrupted by a voice coming from what appeared to be nowhere.
"Don't move." The voice sounded like that of a younger male. "What..." The man on the table replied, "What is the meaning of this?" "I'll give you details when I'm finished."
After several quiet hours of staring at the ceiling occasionally passed by fish swimming around in floating bubbles of water, a faceless voice announced the completion of his said work. "What are you going to do now?" The human guinea pig asked as his pale yellow eyes followed a fish swimming above him, receiving slow footsteps as a response.
The footsteps slowly grew louder and harder until they stopped to reveal their masked owner who revealed himself to the man on the table. "Hello." Based on what was unhidden by the mask, the boy seemed to be around 18 years of age while sporting friendly mouse brown eyes with matching shaggy bangs accompanied by tied back hair. "Who are you?" The man on the table asked, "What are you doing to me?" "I'm just fixing you up is all." The teenager responded with a smile visible through the mask, "When I found you, the only salvageable limb you had left was your right arm." Shocked yellow eyes blew open. "What?" He was about to raise his head when it was kept down by the man's supposed savior, "What do you mean? What happened to my arm and legs?" "I'm afraid I don't know" was the response he received. "Like I said, I found you that way. Now then, I have to cut the chatter for now. I'm almost done. I'm gonna knock you out now, 'kay? 'Kay." The young assumed-to-be doctor then induced unconsciousness for his "patient" and completed the work he had willingly brought on himself.
Hours later, the man slowly opened his shocking yellow eyes to find out that he was no longer connected to any strange machines. Soon after, in the process of realizing that he was naked, he discovered the meaning to the masked boy's words, "I'm almost done." He had brand new limbs that looked absolutely nothing like the originals, but at the same time looked oddly familiar. "How are you doing?" The still-masked boy asked as he entered the room, "Have you tested them out yet? Since you lost both your actual legs, you may be a bit taller than you remember." This hypothesis was to be tested as the man with brand new limbs looked around and sat up. "Hey," he asked, "what is all this stuff I'm seeing? And there's a weird buzzing in my ears. Did you replace those too?" "Oh, no no." The young boy responded, "That comes with the limbs. Sorry. You'll grow used to it after a while." The man with long, pale blond hair raised a brow. "I know what you're thinking." The masked teenager lifted his left pant leg to reveal a lower half of a leg that was similar to those of the man on the table, "See? I'm not just talking drivel." After a few seconds, the man nodded.
"By the way," the younger boy began with a new subject, "I never got your name." "My name..." The man sitting on the cold medical table took a few seconds to remember, "Kikaito Isamine." "Excellent." The masked "doctor" said with a smile visible through the mask, "Can you try to stand for me, Kikaito?" Kikaito merely looked at the boy as he looked at his new arm and legs with a questioning expression on his face. "You mean these limbs can actually move on my command?" "That's right." The boy responded, "The way they work is that they're connected to the nerves and all that so they can receive signals from your brain to move just like normal limbs." The pale blond's eyes widened at the sudden disclosure of information. "How do you know all this?" He asked, "Do you have people working with you?" "Oh, no." The boy answered, "I'm all alone in this business. Well, if you can call it a business. My auntie taught me everything I know before she passed away." Kikaito's face suddenly became stern, "Who are you and why did you do this for me?" A brief moment of silence passed before he received an answer. "You haven't tested your new limbs yet, Kikaito." Kikaito slowly closed his eyes and focused everything he had into controlling his left arm. After what felt like an hour, his new arm began to function the same way a regular arm would. The pale blond's eyes opened to the success of the "doctor's" "procedure." Soon after, he proceeded to slowly lift himself off of the table, the masked boy supporting his weight, and much more quickly commenced activity of the fully functional left and right legs. "I don't remember being so tall." Kikaito turned to look at the younger boy who had an awkward look on his face upon hearing this. "I knew I made the legs too tall!" The "doctor" looked up at Kikaito, "You're now 6'2". However, your body seems to be reacting quite well to the Raff- I mean..your new height." Deciding to ignore the slip-up, Kikaito suddenly remembered something. "Did I have to be naked for you to do this?" He asked as he covered his manhood with squinted eyes. "I would have covered you up," the teenager replied, "but your legs along with your arm were mangled to the point that they no longer had a hope of recovery so I had to amputate the entirety of your limbs. Placing any sort of covering over that area would have been too much of an interference." Kikaito merely nodded in acknowledgement.