Summary: It was a mistake, really. Honestly. The Academic was rushed and when it comes to science, these things happen...Right? But when all this is said and done, are these really the types of mistakes that require correction?
Tell me, can you guess what this story is about after you've read it? Oh and it really is a XemSai, but it's just that nothing XemnasXSaix-ish happens until the next chapter.
DO NOT OWN, OH SO WANT
Children of Science
XemSaï
Chapter One: Unconfirmed Science
Dark clouds shifted in the sky overhead as rain began to fall over the world, drowning the lights of neon and the shadows they lured in rageful water. In the distance lightening crackled and thunder rumbled, assuring no one would leave the castle that night. Lately there had been nothing but storms, all which seemed to start with the discovery of the newest member of the Organization, a female whom controlled the power of lightening, and all the elder members were more than sure that the girl's unstable abilities was causing it.
Every now and then the power flickered, sending the castle into total darkness only for the lights to come on moments later. Each member was huddled into their beds, the time late and, with the sudden power shortages, their other business around the castle suddenly too dangerous to carry on. Unless of course they could see in the dark, which all but Axel (with the help of his flames) could not. And with that darkness, thoughts began to take place; thoughts that slowly wrap their way around one scientist's mind.
Vexen laid in his bed, displeased with the sudden storm cutting him off from his work. His emerald eyes started up at the ceiling, never blinking as he found himself lost in thought. In his fingers he absent-mindedly twirled a lock of his blonde hair and tugged at it whenever he thought of something interesting, in an attempt to keep himself from falling asleep.
Recently he had been experimenting with the curious genes of Number Seven, a race of creature that, in his days as an apprentice of Ansem the Wise, he had done a small research paper on. Now despite the notion that the breed of animal Number Seven belonged to had always been a rare and worthwhile study it did not stop him from considering the relationship with their Superior the wolf-like male had tried so hard to conceal from the other members. It wasn't that unheard of in the Organization, the news of other members sharing a bed with one another (Hell, starting out many pondered just what was the relationship between Xigbar and Xaldin just for their questions to be dismissed when news of Xigbar and Number Nine reached the ears of every member courtesy of Number Eight. Of course no one denied it but the blonde neophyte refused to leave his room for almost a week because of it.); so it was no surprise when Xaldin caught them sharing an 'inmate' moment behind a bookshelf in the very back of the secondary library.
Now Vexen himself had nothing to do with any sorts of that. He had a goal to achieve and he was hell bent to accomplish it, even at the sake of shutting himself off from any type of false affection a bed partner could give him. It was his many experiments that he concerned himself with. Although now the cells down in his lab were multiplying without his attention, without his critical eye to stop them when they grew too large, the thought worried him. You see in a rush to finish before the storm truly became a problem he had neglected to use a new pipette when transferring cells from a sample of his Superior's blood to his experimental cloning project. He had originally used the instrument to move one colony of Number Seven's cells into a new Petri dish and now it was the prospect of the two different cells entering meiosis together in the initial divide and grow of the cloning process that he was truly worried about. The Academic could only hope that the storm would pass quickly so that he could head back down into the labs to correct his mistake.
Outside lightening suddenly struck one of the towers designed to lure the electric pulse away from the main tower and Vexen felt himself jerk, shocked, in his bed as the white light came in from his latched windows. He sat up as the lights flickered back on and climbed from his warm bed to pull the curtains over the windows to screen his room from the blinding light that would result if any other bolts of lightening struck down outside. He knew the power would remain on for a while longer due to the sudden charge to the back up reserve and every moment that he waited for the full power to kick back up was another moment that something unspeakable could happen. Besides, what would the Superior think!?
So with a hurried breath he called up a portal of darkness, the dark tendrils spreading around him as they sucked him into the multi-colored corridor beyond. Time stood still as the made his way down the shifting hall, the portal finally depositing him right outside the password protected door to his lab. The screen on the console blinked 'critical error' as Vexen began to enter his six letter key, the door finally opening in a surge. He would have to get Xigbar to look at the system later, but now more important matters were at hand.
He rushed to the main computer console in the room, the large screen giving off a green glow in the otherwise dark room. Vexen quickly typed in the commands to bring up the DNA monitoring system, used for checking the strands for signs of degrading and mutation. His eyes scanned the screen looking for any type of anomalies in the random snippet of coding the system brought up to keep the man from spending years searching the code. Something seemed off, he was sure of it. He brought up the comparison command, to run this strand for any matching one in the system.
While the computer ran its search Vexen stepped towards the holding tube where the dividing process was taking place. He recently made a break through with the cloning process, all of his previously failed works had been disposed of and with a new slate the resulting experiments had been successful. Although they lacked the true 'thought' that the originals possessed, so in a sense they were child-like in their actions. But it pleased his Superior that he was finally making process, these clones could be very useful if they acted accordingly and in truth all Vexen really wanted was Xemnas' approval.
In the water Vexen's emerald eyes fell upon a small mass floating up and down, mostly held in place by two hollow tubes supplying the mass with the needed nutrients to keep it alive. There was no telling just what this would become at this point, the mass was translucent and reflected the color of the water around it. There was a loud beep as the machine finished it search, whatever results enwrapped the room in a white light. Vexen began to feel a type of sickness in his stomach as the stared past the container at the screen that flash in large white letters: 'UNCONFIRMED MATCH'. He covered his mouth with a shaky hand, slightly gagging as he suddenly felt his body grow weak. The last conscious thought that ran through the Academic's mind before his body hit the cold tile was: 'What have I done?'.
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