A/N: Hey guys! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead. I was disgustingly busy over my final exam period (I graduated high school guys, hurrah!), and then I was just embarrassingly lazy. I'm sorry! I'm also very, very, sad to announce that my laptop's harddrive melted and I lost all of my fanfiction! All of it :'( It was a month or so back (maybe a little longer, idk), but nevertheless, I'm working to update my ongoing stories as soon as possible! Look to your inboxes for updates on: Tokyo Basuke, eyes like the sky, Kurogami, To you 2000 years from now, and Enigma within the upcoming month! 2015 will be a big year for me - I'm working on an original book of my own, and I tend to write fanfiction to warm up, or warm down. Get ready, peeps!
Also: this might be a little rusty. I've been super busy with work also, so this is my first piece in a while. I apologise for the short length.
Daiki was immortal, and Satsuki was not. He was strong, swift, a light brighter than all, a guiding figure – a god in all but name. She was born of the laboratories, with a lifespan of twenty-five years, and a heart without the capacity to love.
They discovered her anomaly at the age of four, when she threw herself in front of her neighbour's son to protect him from a speeding car.
They interviewed her – she was only a prototype of a child, engineered to live as long as the allocated parents, intended for couples too old, or infertile – and she responded; "Dai-chan is my friend."
Genetically engineered children did not have the power to make friends on their own. Their traits were carefully selected, as were their behavioural patterns. Their intelligence, on the other hand, was very real. Satsuki, before she was old enough to hide them completely, did not allow her inconsistencies to slip freely.
When she and Daiki were ten, she told him she loved him very much.
When she and Daiki were seventeen, she told him she was in love with him.
When she was twenty-five, and Daiki had turned twenty seven, she apologised for the way her hands shook in the same way her elderly mother's did.
When she was twenty-five, and Daiki was thirty-two, she told him she was sorry when her hair began to fade from pink to grey.
When she was twenty-five, and Daiki was thirty-three, she only smiled as she readied the funeral preparations of her ill father.
When she was twenty-five, and Daiki was thirty-four, they buried her parents.
When Satsuki was twenty-five, and Daiki was thirty-four, he buried her in a cliff on the sea, and wept as much as he had when a little pink haired girl barrelled into him to knock him out of the way of a moving car. He cried more than when he noticed her hands shook, than when he saw her fading away, than when he saw her organising funerals; three in total.
And he – the immortal – decided to right the wrongs of her circumstance. He took a course in law, filed against the International Department of Science and Technology, and rallied thousands of signatures for petitions and other fundraisers of the like.
When he turned fifty-nine, the production of programmable human beings became illegal, and severely punishable.
He built an institution for any remaining children, and named it for her.
And when twenty-five years had passed since Satsuki was twenty-five for the last time, Daiki began to travel.
He didn't want to live so far from her any longer.