Luna P steps out in front of the readers that had gathered around for the show: "Hey, it's me!!! I cant believe all of you love my other stories so much. It makes my heart leap. I've been working on this story, for a while now, and thought I'd should clue all of you in for why I've been going slow on the others."
Luna P walked back behind the thick curtain, and pulls out Quatre: "Alright Q man talk to them."
Quatre: "W...what do I say?"
Luna P scowls, and hisses: "Look at the script!!!"
Quatre blushes: "Oh right." Clears throat, and looks at the paper: "LunaPrincess, doesn't own any such show, or characters, that may appear in this story. But she does own the idea, and the well made plot..."
Luna P laughs: "Alright that's enough, Q man. Now I'll state again, it's a MULTI ROMANCE!!!! So you'll see he hanging out with anyone number of guys, teehee..."
Luna P clears throat: "Okay proceed."
Quatre nods, and looks at the paper...
"Q man is sooooo whipped!!!!"
Luna P scowls: "Duo shut up!!!"
Quatre sighs: "LunaPrincess is getting this out now, Japanese words that shall be used in this story that she can think of so far. If she I adds anymore, she'll put them before the next chapter starts.
Omae o Koruso-I'll kill you
Matte-wait
Kawaii-cute
Minna-everyone
Baka-stupid-idiot
Gejo-maid
Takushi-taxi
Artigato-Thank you
Kuso-shit
Fakku- fuck
Shimatte-damn
Otooji-Uncle
Itoko-Cousin
Obason-Aunt
Bachiatara-dammit
Okaasan- mother
Otosan- father"
Luna P nods: "That's all folks!!"
Chapter one- 'Ikuko'
He raced down the corridor, his arms pumping him into a faster momentum. His thighs burn from the strain of running through the base. He slid around the corner; his shoes griped the floor, refusing him to slide on the marble. One foot lifted in the air, and he tipped to one side.
With one hand he righted himself, and continued. Bullets flew through the air, hissing as they sailed, and smash into the wall, where he had just place his hand.
He grunted, and picked up his feet, pushing himself back up into the fluid motion he had been.
Up ahead, another set of stairs, and his legs groaned at the knowing labor. He shook his head, and pressed forward.
A doctor looked up from his paper work and gasped. Behind the bifocals, dark blue eyes widen in shock. He jerked back, when he was reached for. But the hand grabbed his hand, and pulled him along. "Let go!"
He shook his head once more; he could hear the guards behind them. Paper flew out of the vanilla folder, before they swirled around in the air, and then started their way down to the floor.
He grunted, and tugged the doctor along for the run. They started to pass doors now, medical door, that were where patient were held. He passed them, without a thought. He pushed himself harder, and he could hear the doctor behind him heaving, trying to catch the breath he had lost.
The door, at the end of the hall was a research room, where they ran tests, and blood samples. 'Just great a dead end.'
Shrugging, he pushed through the doors, and slowed down to a stop. He abruptly, let the doctor go, and turned around. He kicked the door shut. Then he grabbed the lock, and clicked it into place.
Once he felt half way safe, he realized how exhausted he felt. His chest rose and fell as he gulped in the needed air for his lungs.
Warning bells rang off in his head, and he whirled around, just in time to miss the swinging ruler, the end tapped with a scalpel.
He grunted, and jumped back to dodge another swing. He landed off balance, and used the table to right himself on his feet. He cursed at the stinging pain in his palm. He looked down, and saw that he had broken a sample dish, and that glass had pierced his skin.
He looked up, just as the doctor brought down the ruler. The blade sliced his forehead, and barely stopped at his brow. He jumped back, and brought his hand to his forehead cursing all the while.
Blood poured from both cuts, and they hurt like hell.
He glared at the doctor, and was pulling out his gun, ready to shoot the guy. But the man was staring at the microscope, "Oh kami iie!" He dropped the ruler instantly, and flew the microscope. He picked up the sample dish, and placed it under the light.
He glared at the doctor's back, as he replaced his gun. He grunted, as the doctor gasped. The machines in the room beeped loudly. One in the corner in the room, that had a thick wire the seemed to split and connect to everything else, was glowing with four red lights. And suddenly a fifth one, and a six one turned on, till the machine held ten glowing lights.
The doctor looked up at the machine, his lips parted in an o of shock. Slowly he glanced at the boy, then at his hand.
"Cure testing...cure testing, testing...reading.........found...cure found, 100% accuracy."
The doctor slipped his glasses off, "Well I don't believe." He walked to the machine, as it printed out the results. He pulled his glasses back on, and grasped the paper, quickly looking it over. "It's a miracle."
The doctor ripped the results out, and turned to see the boy still glaring at him. "I finally did it. I mean you did it. Your blood."
He glanced at his hand and grunted, "throw it away."
The doctor shook his head, "Are you crazy! Yea sure, you're 15 and running around with a gun, but for kami's sake!"
The boy grunted, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Show me the exit. And throw away any trace that I was here."
The doctor shook his head, "I can't do that. I have been working on this for 10 years. 10 years in this lab. I'm 56 years old, and I need your blood."
The boy's eyes narrowed, "for what? I'm not going to have you identify me by a DNA test."
The doctor shook his head, "iie, I'll protect your name. Doctors have to, much like the church protect the ones that confess their sins. I just need some of your blood, not a name or even age range. I wont tell a soul where I got the cure."
"Hn."
The doctor sighed, and pointed the glass that showed the room next to this one. There was a tank in the middle of the room, it was half covered, but the boy could see inside was a young woman. A machine showed her heart rate, and was quietly beeping.
"She's a patient of mine. And since the first time she came here, she hasn't woken up, not once."
"Why should I help you? Or her, saving another officer, that will kill the innocent for power."
"Kill? Iie, she would never. I would never let her work here. She's as innocent as a five year old. She's been in that tank since she was five years old. He mother died, from the same disease she has now. And with your blood I have finally found the cure."
The boy pursed his lips as he contemplated on the matter at hand. "And if I do?"
The doctor looked at him with hope, "I'll help you get out. I know a secret door that will get you out of here without a single bit of hassle."
The boy replied, "Fine."
The doctor gushed out, "Artigato so much. My musume and I could never thank you enough."
The boy watched the doctor, as he sat down, to get his blood drawn.
'Musume? His daughter, he has been working on a cure of ten years, trying to save his musume's life...well as long as he helps me out of here...'
The boy didn't even flinch, when the blood had been drawn. The doctor placed a band-aid over it. "Here let me stitch that up."
He watched and waited, as the doctor cleaned up his wounds, and then stitched up the cuts. "You wont even have a scar after it's healed. Just make sure you get the stitches taken out properly."
The boy nodded and stood. The doctor shook the boys hand, "Artigato again. The exit is behind the shelf. It will take you to the parking lot underground. Here are the keys to my car. You can have it. If there is anything else I can do to help call me. Here's my number."
The doctor grabbed a piece of paper from a notebook, and scrawled something on it, and handed it to the boy.
He nodded, and started towards the bookshelf. With ease, he swung it out, and found the hole in the wall. He slipped inside, and the doctor shut it behind him.
The doctor looked at the blood he had taken, "You can finally have a life, my little Usa."
?????
"Honey...Come on open your eyes." The man caressed the young girl's face, "Come on...you're all better now. It's time to wake up. I know it's hard, but please just try."
Her eyes lid flickered open, and then closed, and she softly moan, "Okaa...san..." Her eyes opened again, and she looked up at the older man towering her. "Otosan...?"
Her hand came up, and touched his cheek, "Otosan...you look a lot older now...what happened?"
The man pulled the girl into his arms, "Oh Usagi, it's been so long since I've heard your voice." He held her tightly in his arms, and her arms slipped around his neck. "I thought you said I was sick? Where's Okaasan?"
He pulled back, "You were. But I found the cure. You're all better now, you can go to school, and go out shopping. Doesn't that sound fun?"
Usagi's eyes filled with unshed tears, "Where's Okaasan?" She saw his eyes, fill with tears that refused to fall. She leaped into his arms, "Oh Otosan! Why? What happened to Okaasan? Never mind the past, I love you Otosan!" Her voice broke into uncontrollable sobs.
She pulled back, and wiped her tears away, "How did you do it?" A smile spread on her face, "I knew you would find one, you're so smart, Otosan."
"I had some help, from a mysterious young man." "You mean someone came here and gave you all his time to save me?" He nodded, "That's right." He left her side, only to come back with a robe, he draped it over her naked form.
Usagi stated, "But I want to say thank you, tell him that it means a lot to us for what he did. He brought us back together, Otosan." He shook his head, "He doesn't want anyone to know who he is."
Usagi sighed, "Oh alright."
Her Otosan stood, "I have a few things to take care of. Stay here till I get back." Usagi nodded, and watched him leave. She waited, to see if he would come back. He didn't, so she climbed off the bed. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell down. Using the tank, she caught herself from going all the way down.
Carefully she steadied herself on weak legs, and took each step at a time. She made it to the lab room, and glanced around. The only half empty tabletop was her Otosan's desk.
Carefully and using the wall for help she made her way there. A file cabinet was behind it. She opened the top drawer, then next, till she reached the last empty one. She sighed irritable.
Usagi glanced at the computer that was still on. She glanced at the clock, before easing herself into the chair.
She skimmed her fingers over the keys and sighed. Using the mouse she ran a search on her file. She read it over, and skimmed the journal.
Then she found a link from her file. She clicked on it, and a password popped up. She frowned, but tried a few words.
'Usagi'
'Test'
'Cure'
'Tsuki'
'Kenji'
After a few passing seconds and few clicks of the keys later, Usagi finally typed in the correct password, and the folder finally opened.
She studied the contents, till the DNA test result showed at the bottom. She read the information, "Hm, well I'll just have to find this mysterious young man then."
Usagi clicked out of the program and stood from the computer. As she walked back to the tank, Usagi couldn't help but think, 'I have to thank him personally.'
Luna P walked back behind the thick curtain, and pulls out Quatre: "Alright Q man talk to them."
Quatre: "W...what do I say?"
Luna P scowls, and hisses: "Look at the script!!!"
Quatre blushes: "Oh right." Clears throat, and looks at the paper: "LunaPrincess, doesn't own any such show, or characters, that may appear in this story. But she does own the idea, and the well made plot..."
Luna P laughs: "Alright that's enough, Q man. Now I'll state again, it's a MULTI ROMANCE!!!! So you'll see he hanging out with anyone number of guys, teehee..."
Luna P clears throat: "Okay proceed."
Quatre nods, and looks at the paper...
"Q man is sooooo whipped!!!!"
Luna P scowls: "Duo shut up!!!"
Quatre sighs: "LunaPrincess is getting this out now, Japanese words that shall be used in this story that she can think of so far. If she I adds anymore, she'll put them before the next chapter starts.
Omae o Koruso-I'll kill you
Matte-wait
Kawaii-cute
Minna-everyone
Baka-stupid-idiot
Gejo-maid
Takushi-taxi
Artigato-Thank you
Kuso-shit
Fakku- fuck
Shimatte-damn
Otooji-Uncle
Itoko-Cousin
Obason-Aunt
Bachiatara-dammit
Okaasan- mother
Otosan- father"
Luna P nods: "That's all folks!!"
Chapter one- 'Ikuko'
He raced down the corridor, his arms pumping him into a faster momentum. His thighs burn from the strain of running through the base. He slid around the corner; his shoes griped the floor, refusing him to slide on the marble. One foot lifted in the air, and he tipped to one side.
With one hand he righted himself, and continued. Bullets flew through the air, hissing as they sailed, and smash into the wall, where he had just place his hand.
He grunted, and picked up his feet, pushing himself back up into the fluid motion he had been.
Up ahead, another set of stairs, and his legs groaned at the knowing labor. He shook his head, and pressed forward.
A doctor looked up from his paper work and gasped. Behind the bifocals, dark blue eyes widen in shock. He jerked back, when he was reached for. But the hand grabbed his hand, and pulled him along. "Let go!"
He shook his head once more; he could hear the guards behind them. Paper flew out of the vanilla folder, before they swirled around in the air, and then started their way down to the floor.
He grunted, and tugged the doctor along for the run. They started to pass doors now, medical door, that were where patient were held. He passed them, without a thought. He pushed himself harder, and he could hear the doctor behind him heaving, trying to catch the breath he had lost.
The door, at the end of the hall was a research room, where they ran tests, and blood samples. 'Just great a dead end.'
Shrugging, he pushed through the doors, and slowed down to a stop. He abruptly, let the doctor go, and turned around. He kicked the door shut. Then he grabbed the lock, and clicked it into place.
Once he felt half way safe, he realized how exhausted he felt. His chest rose and fell as he gulped in the needed air for his lungs.
Warning bells rang off in his head, and he whirled around, just in time to miss the swinging ruler, the end tapped with a scalpel.
He grunted, and jumped back to dodge another swing. He landed off balance, and used the table to right himself on his feet. He cursed at the stinging pain in his palm. He looked down, and saw that he had broken a sample dish, and that glass had pierced his skin.
He looked up, just as the doctor brought down the ruler. The blade sliced his forehead, and barely stopped at his brow. He jumped back, and brought his hand to his forehead cursing all the while.
Blood poured from both cuts, and they hurt like hell.
He glared at the doctor, and was pulling out his gun, ready to shoot the guy. But the man was staring at the microscope, "Oh kami iie!" He dropped the ruler instantly, and flew the microscope. He picked up the sample dish, and placed it under the light.
He glared at the doctor's back, as he replaced his gun. He grunted, as the doctor gasped. The machines in the room beeped loudly. One in the corner in the room, that had a thick wire the seemed to split and connect to everything else, was glowing with four red lights. And suddenly a fifth one, and a six one turned on, till the machine held ten glowing lights.
The doctor looked up at the machine, his lips parted in an o of shock. Slowly he glanced at the boy, then at his hand.
"Cure testing...cure testing, testing...reading.........found...cure found, 100% accuracy."
The doctor slipped his glasses off, "Well I don't believe." He walked to the machine, as it printed out the results. He pulled his glasses back on, and grasped the paper, quickly looking it over. "It's a miracle."
The doctor ripped the results out, and turned to see the boy still glaring at him. "I finally did it. I mean you did it. Your blood."
He glanced at his hand and grunted, "throw it away."
The doctor shook his head, "Are you crazy! Yea sure, you're 15 and running around with a gun, but for kami's sake!"
The boy grunted, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Show me the exit. And throw away any trace that I was here."
The doctor shook his head, "I can't do that. I have been working on this for 10 years. 10 years in this lab. I'm 56 years old, and I need your blood."
The boy's eyes narrowed, "for what? I'm not going to have you identify me by a DNA test."
The doctor shook his head, "iie, I'll protect your name. Doctors have to, much like the church protect the ones that confess their sins. I just need some of your blood, not a name or even age range. I wont tell a soul where I got the cure."
"Hn."
The doctor sighed, and pointed the glass that showed the room next to this one. There was a tank in the middle of the room, it was half covered, but the boy could see inside was a young woman. A machine showed her heart rate, and was quietly beeping.
"She's a patient of mine. And since the first time she came here, she hasn't woken up, not once."
"Why should I help you? Or her, saving another officer, that will kill the innocent for power."
"Kill? Iie, she would never. I would never let her work here. She's as innocent as a five year old. She's been in that tank since she was five years old. He mother died, from the same disease she has now. And with your blood I have finally found the cure."
The boy pursed his lips as he contemplated on the matter at hand. "And if I do?"
The doctor looked at him with hope, "I'll help you get out. I know a secret door that will get you out of here without a single bit of hassle."
The boy replied, "Fine."
The doctor gushed out, "Artigato so much. My musume and I could never thank you enough."
The boy watched the doctor, as he sat down, to get his blood drawn.
'Musume? His daughter, he has been working on a cure of ten years, trying to save his musume's life...well as long as he helps me out of here...'
The boy didn't even flinch, when the blood had been drawn. The doctor placed a band-aid over it. "Here let me stitch that up."
He watched and waited, as the doctor cleaned up his wounds, and then stitched up the cuts. "You wont even have a scar after it's healed. Just make sure you get the stitches taken out properly."
The boy nodded and stood. The doctor shook the boys hand, "Artigato again. The exit is behind the shelf. It will take you to the parking lot underground. Here are the keys to my car. You can have it. If there is anything else I can do to help call me. Here's my number."
The doctor grabbed a piece of paper from a notebook, and scrawled something on it, and handed it to the boy.
He nodded, and started towards the bookshelf. With ease, he swung it out, and found the hole in the wall. He slipped inside, and the doctor shut it behind him.
The doctor looked at the blood he had taken, "You can finally have a life, my little Usa."
?????
"Honey...Come on open your eyes." The man caressed the young girl's face, "Come on...you're all better now. It's time to wake up. I know it's hard, but please just try."
Her eyes lid flickered open, and then closed, and she softly moan, "Okaa...san..." Her eyes opened again, and she looked up at the older man towering her. "Otosan...?"
Her hand came up, and touched his cheek, "Otosan...you look a lot older now...what happened?"
The man pulled the girl into his arms, "Oh Usagi, it's been so long since I've heard your voice." He held her tightly in his arms, and her arms slipped around his neck. "I thought you said I was sick? Where's Okaasan?"
He pulled back, "You were. But I found the cure. You're all better now, you can go to school, and go out shopping. Doesn't that sound fun?"
Usagi's eyes filled with unshed tears, "Where's Okaasan?" She saw his eyes, fill with tears that refused to fall. She leaped into his arms, "Oh Otosan! Why? What happened to Okaasan? Never mind the past, I love you Otosan!" Her voice broke into uncontrollable sobs.
She pulled back, and wiped her tears away, "How did you do it?" A smile spread on her face, "I knew you would find one, you're so smart, Otosan."
"I had some help, from a mysterious young man." "You mean someone came here and gave you all his time to save me?" He nodded, "That's right." He left her side, only to come back with a robe, he draped it over her naked form.
Usagi stated, "But I want to say thank you, tell him that it means a lot to us for what he did. He brought us back together, Otosan." He shook his head, "He doesn't want anyone to know who he is."
Usagi sighed, "Oh alright."
Her Otosan stood, "I have a few things to take care of. Stay here till I get back." Usagi nodded, and watched him leave. She waited, to see if he would come back. He didn't, so she climbed off the bed. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell down. Using the tank, she caught herself from going all the way down.
Carefully she steadied herself on weak legs, and took each step at a time. She made it to the lab room, and glanced around. The only half empty tabletop was her Otosan's desk.
Carefully and using the wall for help she made her way there. A file cabinet was behind it. She opened the top drawer, then next, till she reached the last empty one. She sighed irritable.
Usagi glanced at the computer that was still on. She glanced at the clock, before easing herself into the chair.
She skimmed her fingers over the keys and sighed. Using the mouse she ran a search on her file. She read it over, and skimmed the journal.
Then she found a link from her file. She clicked on it, and a password popped up. She frowned, but tried a few words.
'Usagi'
'Test'
'Cure'
'Tsuki'
'Kenji'
After a few passing seconds and few clicks of the keys later, Usagi finally typed in the correct password, and the folder finally opened.
She studied the contents, till the DNA test result showed at the bottom. She read the information, "Hm, well I'll just have to find this mysterious young man then."
Usagi clicked out of the program and stood from the computer. As she walked back to the tank, Usagi couldn't help but think, 'I have to thank him personally.'