I said I would wait, but, hey, I needed this story to be posted or else I'll lose it (in my mind). Like posted on my authoress page, this was inspired by the need to do a creative writing story for a semester class I had. I did write the paper (thank god!) but I still wanted to use this idea for a while now. (smile) Anyway, the title is in dedication to my viewing of a Snow Patrol Concert. One of the songs they played was entitled "Run". Great song, but the lyrics didn't fit entirely capture the essence of the story. Though, I must admit, the title did. So, off you go.

Dedication to my new found major.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the series. They belong to their respective owners. There's a reason as to why the keyword is "fan".

Prologue: X0639

The smell of sweat, melted metal and wires, and coffee slowly engulf the air. One scientist lowered the blow touch from the liquidated metal. He looked at the framing with a small smirk of satisfaction on his face. 'This is it,' he silently congratulated himself as he removed the safety eyewear. He placed the plastic covering over his forehead and cushioned it on his head with his dark jet black hair. Cocking his head down a couple degrees south, the scientist's eyes examined. There were obviously weapons of mass destruction to help serve the purpose of the machine. It was crafted and designed to look like a human. Shaped as a skeleton, he looked at the frame carefully. It was very humanlike indeed. His fingers traced the new carvings he had just made not to long ago: X0639

"It's missing something though," He said to no one in particular.

"Try actually making it human, Keisuke."

The scientist known as Keisuke turn to see his American colleague and fellow creator, Christopher. Christopher looked like he woke up from his usual four hour nap. He seemed a little more energized regarding that response he gave. Maybe it was from the cup of coffee he had on his left hand. Whatever it was, it was keeping him up at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Walking to his co-creator, Christopher looked at the model that Keisuke had been working on. Christopher ran through his brown hair then fixed his glasses with his free hand. "You should try making this fella a little more human. After all, he will be carrying out orders from a bunch of fat ass rich bastards. We need to make it up to him." He chuckled taking a sip of the coffee.

Keisuke sighed placing the blow torch and goggles aside. "I was going to make him humanlike. They requested him to be."

Christopher looked over his shoulder to see Keisuke's back to him. The sound of his response was somewhat melancholy. "You have an objection to that?"

"Course I do," Keisuke exclaimed turning at his heel. With a fist clenched, Keisuke made a very mad expression. Christopher couldn't help but yelp a bit from his sudden response. Seeing his colleague's facial expression, Keisuke lowered his fist and softened his face. "Gomen ne. I didn't mean that." He walked towards the opposite side of the table where Christopher stood.

"Christopher, do you know the three laws of robotics (1)?" Christopher chuckled. Keisuke raised a brow, questioning as to why his colleague found the question funny. "Well, do you?"

"I'm aware of it." Christopher finally spoke wiping his eyes from the tears. "I did not know that you believed in them. They were written for science fiction writers."

"True," He sighed once more, "but we should uphold it."

"What do you mean?"

"The first law: Robots must not harm humans."

"Then what's the point of building this?"

"I don't know." Keisuke added. "We could have denied the job, right?"

"I'll give you one clue as to why we couldn't: funding." Christopher sighed placing his now empty cup on the table closest to him. "But like I said, we have to give him something. You know, to make up for the reason why he has to kill—"

"Keisuke-san! Christopher-san!"

The two turn to their source of their name. A young intern (obviously out of college) approached them with heavy breathing. "There was a call from the Loden Corporation." He managed to say through his heavy breathing.

"Loden?" Keisuke questioned.

"That's the corporate group that wants the machine." Christopher glared at the very thought of their board. "What do they want, Koushiro?"

The small red head gained his strength to speak more properly to his superiors. "The company called to say that…" He paused to fully catch his breath, "they need the model done by the end of the week."

"Na-nani?!" Keisuke gasped. "The end of the week?"

"We cannot finish this by the end of the week! X0639 doesn't even have his skin yet!"

"I know," Koushiro raised his hands to calm his superiors down. "I know."

"You're lucky you're one bright kid, Koushiro, otherwise you'd be outta here." Christopher groaned. He walked in circles. How the hell is he supposed to get the model down by the end of the week? And shipped out no less. "Any bright ideas, Keisuke?"

Keisuke fell silent. Thinking of the matter had become more difficult than it had originally been. It took him nearly two months to create a frame that would hold and conceal these weapons in an average man's body. It would have taken him at least another month to add the humanlike features like the skin and hair. Why was being the head of this project so hard?

"Ano…" Koushiro shyly spoke out. "I have an idea…that might save our asses."

"Is this really the only way to do it?" Christopher asked looking at the young man's body in front of him. "I mean…he's still just a kid."

"He is really brave. Well…he was at least." Koushiro commented. "We grew up together. He was really skilled and a really good friend. He was at the Tatsuya Agency—"

"—you mean that security agency known for its talented agents?" Christopher interrupted.

"Un," Koushiro nodded. "He was one of their bests."

"So what happened to him?" Christopher interrogated once more.

"He had gotten into an accident which caused severe internal bleeding. There was no way they could save him. The sad part is he could have done a lot more if he was alive. After all, he did die young. Keisuke-san, he is a really good friend of mind. I have to make it up to him by giving him another chance to live."

"But will you be willing to part with your friend to a mongrel that is probably going to abuse the kid?" Keisuke asked. Koushiro fell silent. Keisuke sighed as he picked up his instrument. "I know you want to save your friend, Koushiro. As much as I want your friend to live another happy health life, we have no choice in the matter."

Koushiro nodded quietly.

With that said, Keisuke took the instrument and pierced on the model's skin on the arm closest to him. Since he was dead, no blood erupted from his skin. He made a rectangular figure on the skin, lifted the skin, and looked solemnly at the bones already located within. Keisuke closed his eyes as he took out the saw which would cut the solid calcium.

Days passed. Hours passed. The three looked back at their finished work: X0639. Strapped in, X0639 looked human. His skin was a mild tan. His muscles were well toned like had been before. His blonde hair was unshaped and limp. It framed his face which looked like he was peacefully asleep.

Koushiro especially looked solemnly at his friend. To be strapped in front of others like psychiatrists examining a mad man, how degrading. Then to be shipped to a corporation that is probably going to treat him like utter shit…what kind of friend is he? Keisuke glanced at Koushiro. Noticing his expression, Keisuke added, "He has some of his memories."

Koushiro and Christopher looked at Keisuke with a confused look.

"He will have some of his personality and memories. But not much of it could be retrieved. He cannot have most of them anyway. He will be working for them like an android." He paused, then continued with a small smile, "but at least he'd be doing it in style."

Trying to avoid any more remorse, Christopher exclaimed, "Maa… we have to put him into that box now." He pulled X0639 from his place and tried to fold him in as best as he could. He and Koushiro picked up the box and moved to the exit of the room.

As Keisuke took the liberty of cleaning up, there was a knock on the door. The three looked at each other. "Are you expecting anyone?" Christopher asked still holding the box in his hands.

Keisuke shook his head. They turned to the young intern who also shook his little red head. Keisuke placed the tools on the table and walked towards the door. He turned the knob. Outside the door was like a small platoon of suited men. With a raised brow, Keisuke questioned, "May I help you?"

"You are Keisuke of the head of project X0639, am I correct?" The one in front asked.

"That does not answer my question." Keisuke countered with his brows slowly creeping down to his eyes.

"You need to forfeit the project to us now. Loden Corporation gave you enough time." The leader grabbed Keisuke's arm by force and kept it in a tight grip. "Take the project, kill the scientists if necessary." He yelled.

"Ah?" Koushiro gaped hearing the words.

Keisuke needed to do something. He was being pushed back into the lab as the suited men came flooding after he had been pushed. Keisuke saw the worried glances of Koushiro and Christopher. Damn, something needs to be done. Looking to his side, Keisuke saw a box labeled with marker written letters C, O, a subscripted 2, and the world solid within parenthesis.

'Dry ice?' Keisuke questioned. An idea clicked when he saw a still-lit Bunsen burner. With a quick grab of his captor's arm and pulling it down, the ring leader's body fell along with his arm due to the tight grip. Thanks to quick reflexes, Keisuke was able to bring a quick jab to his face causing the grip of his arm to be released. Keisuke ran to the box and threw it in the direction of the Bunsen burner.

"What the fuck is that man doing? Doesn't he know that he's throwing dry ice to a flame?" Christopher growled.

"With sudden temperatures of a Bunsen burner and dry ice that big will…(2)" Koushiro trailed off realizing what is to come.

"Ah, shit." Chrisotpher groaned louder as he and Koushiro got down.

BANG!

The three scientists were able to get out of the building as quick as they could. They plopped onto the ground with the box in their possession.

"That was close," Koushiro breathed.

"God this thing is heavy!" Christopher yelled.

"The fight isn't over," Keisuke commented. He looked at Koushiro. He lowered his gaze to his hands with a crumbled piece of paper. "Koushiro, I know what I am about to ask you is very hard to understand, let alone grasp, but I think you should get out of here with X0639."

"Nani?!" Koushiro gasped. He turned to Christopher who also nodded with a smile. "De-demo…why me?"

"Loden only has records on us." Christopher explained. "It'll be easier for them to track us down and kill us than you."

"Because I'm an intern?"

"Not entirely. You see, all this time you were working with us, Loden did not know. Originally, it was supposed to be only me and Christopher. As the time grew near, we decided to find an intern that would take care of the project if anything were to happen. You served as a back up plan for us."

"Demo… where can I go? Obviously I cannot go back home with this thing in my arms." Koushiro exclaimed.

"Go here," Keisuke handed Koushiro an address written on a crumbled piece of paper. "This is my daughter's apartment. She will be able to help you. She will take it well."

"Demo—"

"You don't have time, Koushiro." Christopher picked up the box as Keisuke pushed Koushiro's body towards the parking lot where Koushiro's car as located. Keisuke pulled Koushiro's lab coat and threw the id into the car. "You need to get to her house before those assholes actually get back up." Keisuke pushed Koushiro into the driver and closed the door as Keisuke placed the box in the back seat.

"What about you guys?" Koushiro questioned putting the window down as he started the car.

"Don't worry about us. Save yourself and X0639." Christopher smiled.

Koushiro nodded. "Oh yeah, guys?" The two looked at Koushiro before he made a small smirk. "X0639's real name was Yamato." With that said, he pressed the acceleration pedal and went his way.

The two smiled at Koushiro waving him goodbye. When Koushiro's car was out of their sight, Keisuke sighed while Christopher placed one hand on his hip while the other ran through his hair. "He's a good kid." Christopher commented.

"Too bad you will never see him ever again." The sounds of two click gun shots echoed.

The engine stopped. Koushiro looked at the apartment building of Keisuke's daughter. It was huge and looked like it was made for the lap of luxury. He hauled the big box into the building. When he passed the lobby of the building, thankfully no one was there. He went to the elevator and looked at the address. "Apt. 710, eh? Seventh floor then." He pressed the button and heard the ding.

When he reached the floor, Koushiro went his way to look for room ten. "Ten…ten…ten…" he muttered to himself.

In big white numbers, the number 710 was displayed. On the bottom was the surname of the tenant. "That's Keisuke's family name alright." Like a nervous first date, Koushiro's hand shook before he could press the rectangular button. After all, it was two o'clock in the morning. How would anyone feel about taking guard of an android that had the potential to destroy the world?

He glanced at the box next to him. Through a small crack, Koushiro saw Yamato's lying face still peacefully sound asleep. Koushiro owed it to his friend to do this for him. He took a deep breath and pressed the damned button. A dinged melody came into play. After no answer, Koushiro sighed out of relief.

But this relief ran quick. "I'm coming…"

Oh crap! Koushiro's thoughts began to swirl. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Walk up to her and say, "Hi. I worked with your father who now is possibly dead due to this android that is now in your protective hands."? He placed the box in front of the door, then ran to hid in the corner.

The door opened. A girl around his age came through the door. With her long chestnut hair and light honey brown eyes, she looked around for the cause of her sudden bell. When the carton touched her feet, she looked down. "What is this?" She asked earnestly. Looking around, she pushed the box through the door.

Thankfully, her door was still open. Koushiro peeped through to see her actions. The girl flipped the flaps of the box. The sudden response that came from her was expected.

"What the hell? Why is there a man in this box?!"

This was Koushiro's cute to come in. "Sumimasen (3)." He politely revealed himself as the girl faced him. Koushiro flushed a bit. Maybe it was the fact that the girl was cute or the fact that she was wearing short shorts that revealed her shapely legs. Either way, there was no sense in hiding it. "You are Tachikawa Keisuke's daughter, Mimi, ne?"

The girl known as Mimi nodded looking at Koushiro walked in front of the box. "My name is Izumi Koushiro. I worked with your father in the plant in Tokyo. What you just saw was our project."

"Project?"

"Yes, our project X0639."

Quietly, the air pressures were released. Whirling sounds of machinery began to move. The project known as X0639 opened his eyes. He stood from his boxed home. He looked at the surroundings. Then suddenly his eyes locked at Mimi whose face he saw first. Mimi stood still. The boxed man's deep blue eyes looked lonely and lost with a hint of sincerity. Regardless, Mimi couldn't help but stare at him.

"And so…" Koushiro paused after he explained the situation. "To sum it up: Hi. I worked with your father who now is possibly killed due to this android that is now in your protective hands." Koushiro made an attempt to smile to lighten the mood.

Mimi's mouth gaped wide open, but the source wasn't because of him. Koushiro turned to see that his friend Yamato, also known as X0639, had woken up. Koushiro turned back to Mimi. "He probably woke up when I said his name, Project X0639."

Mimi stood a few seconds. Drabbling, she tried to make a full sentence, "He…you… they… it…he's...he's...box?" Mimi fainted momentarily. Koushiro stared at the fallen beauty. X0639 looked at the fallen damsel. However, due to this confusion, he remained in the box.

"Take it well, huh?" Koushiro sighed sarcastically. He turned to close the door behind them before any other characters flow into the scene. He placed his hands on his sides. "Now what made her faint…?"

Looking at X0639, Koushiro mentally slapped himself. He mumbled, "Of course we remember the box and the address." He cursed to himself when he realized they had forgotten to dress him up first. He might have to explain everything when she wakes up.

(1) Okay, these laws are actually real. All sci-fi related things of robotics should revolve on these three laws. It's like that story of I, Robot. Look it up if necessary.
(2) Using my scientific background, Carbon Dioxide as a solid is known as dry ice. What makes dry ice so dangerous is the fact that when it dissolves, the solid becomes the gas carbon dioxide which can kill if there were enough intakes. Also, because it doesn't dissolve through melting, if sudden flame-like temperatures get in contact... well… you'll know.
(3) Excuse me.

Haha, Mimi saw nakkie. Anyway, this is the prologue. I'm satisfied with it. I'm keeping it. The rest of the story will be posted…eventually. If enough people like it. The story will be written in Mimi's point of view. However, just for the prologue, it'll be written in Koushiro's point of view. The main coupling will be Mimato, possibly Koumi. Main question: delete or continue?