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Summary (2): Based off Stitches from FernClaw (which you should read by the way) only Takuya was found by his father (a government officer) instead of Izumi/Zoe and his molecular structure was stable.
Prologue
The feeble teenager huddled in a corner of his cage, waiting for the next day in the usual miserable resignation. His name was Takuya, and that was all he knew about himself-besides the fact that he was an experiment-and only because he occasionally heard the scientists call him that. He drew into himself even more as he heard blaring alarms sound. They meant something was wrong, and the next few days would inevitably be even more awful than normal.
Curling up into the fetal position for added protection, the boy stared at the wall reflecting the gleaming red lights. He hoped, in some deep part of himself, for rescue, but that was wishful thinking. Pounding footsteps raced down the corridors, and two unfamiliar shapes entered the room. One of them approached his cage and kneeled down. Takuya's eyes widened in surprise as the man seemed genuinely concerned. Well that, and he felt like he knew the man.
Hiroaki Kanbara stared at the emaciated figure huddling in a corner of the cage. The figure had blazing red hair, much like a lion's mane, and dusty brown/orange fur. There were markings on the child like creatures face and torso, and he was wearing torn red cargo pants and fingerless gloves. He had a fiery tail that wrapped around him protectively, three toed feet, pointed ears, and stubby horns peeking out from his mane of hair. Hiroaki glanced at the shivering figures medical stats, and nearly jumped back in shock at the name of his supposedly dead son, in glaringly black letters, written there on the paper. He wasn't sure whether he should weep in relief, or rage at the fact that his eldest child was treated as an experiment. Deciding that exploding in anger would only frighten his son even more, he kneeled on the floor.
"Takuya. Do you remember me? I'm going to take you home." Hiroaki unlocked the cage as he did so and held out a hand. Takuya stared at the hand then at the man, trying to grasp at the wisps of his memory, his inquisitive green eyes analyzing the man. "Come on Champ, I won't hurt you." Something in the man's pleading expression, combined with the nickname used, reminded Takuya of his old life.
"Dad?" Takuya breathed. Gingerly, he extended his hand to the older Kanbara. Hiroaki grasped it and gently helped pull Takuya up after the teenager limped out.
"You're going to come home Takuya. Nobody's going to hurt you anymore," Hiroaki whispered. Picking up the child, he thought that he would make sure that his family would be together again, if it was the last thing he ever did.
A/N: Short, but it is only the prologue. The next chapters should be long. R&R please people!