Repaired Beyond Recognition

Chapter 1

The air was grey and lifeless, like the flesh of a decaying corpse. Vehicles and pedestrians alike passed by without so much as a second glance, continuing on their day in spite of the numb weather. The city of Tokyo stood tall in cold tranquility, as if in mourning, mourning what was to come.

Two shadows rested in an alleyway as they divided what scraps they were able to gather that day. This particular harvest was much more bountiful than most of the others, if you count a half-eaten box lunch abandoned in the park bountiful. As happy as they were with what they had they still could not enjoy it as much as they wanted. Every movement alerted them and every sound made them jump at the expectation of it being a gang of miscreants or a heavy handed officer who just had a bad day.

A large bang reechoed through the walls, angrily tearing into the peace temporarily. The two men heard the laughing and jeer of young men. They quickly disposed of the empty container and scurried off, they knew it was time to return to their usual spot for the night any way as the sky turned an even darker grey.

"Bunch of ingrates, if I was ten years younger I would have ended the lot of them!" The older of the two spat. His unruly whiskers twitched with agitation. They had reached a more scarce part of the city filled with warehouses and other less fortunate so they felt safer carrying on. The taller, thinner one only chuckled to himself. His limp reminding him of the last time the old man spoke of his superiority to the youths of today. This caused a short silence.

"Looks like a storm…" The shorter of them finally broke the silence, which was uncommon for the two of them. He shivered unwillingly at the approaching cold.

The younger without a word took off his trench coat, revealing his tattered suit underneath and placed on the back of his companion. The other only grunted in response, knowing he wouldn't accept a 'no' from such an action. "Mutsu-kun…" He grumbled half heartily, only for his rattling cough to overcome him.

"Benji-sama, the cold doesn't bother me." Mutsu put his hands in his pockets. His cracked glasses sliding to the tip of his nose as he stood as tall as his damaged leg would allow. He was quite young for someone in his predicament. In fact he wasn't even of legal age to drink. He never really volunteered any knowledge of his past, never explaining what his life was like a year ago before he appeared on the streets. He never swapped stories of hardships with the others on the rare occasions when they gathered. He only listened to the complaints of others, and spoke of how beautiful the world could be. The pink cherry blossoms in the spring were his favorite.

Benjirou stopped with him, each cough proving the other right. "You need it more than me." He dared not to touch the old man. He would have only lashed at him for any further kind gestures. Benjirou was a hothead too quick to jump into an unnecessary spat. He had lived this life longer than anyone and is too hardheaded to accept medical attention. He was around twenty six years old when he was left to live in the streets for the first time and he's been married twice. He still keeps a picture of his first wife who died at a tender age of twenty two.

"Benji-."

"Don't start!" His dark yellowed eyes shot daggers at Mutsu's worry-filled dark brown ones. "Playing the broken record now isn't going to change my mind." He looked away, losing the grip on his chest. "We have to get moving…" The wind started to pick up as they walked further down the foreboding streets. Soon after small flakes began to flutter around them, the weather's pace quickening with every step the pair took.

"So peaceful. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in the winter as a gentle snowfall?"

"Eh, I always thought of it as the Gods' dandruff." The pace of it hastened so much that the ground already had the first layer of white blanket laid upon it.

They were half way there when the sound of crunching snowflakes gradually became louder. A figure appeared against the blackness of night, a small one steadily approaching. The person knocked into them, but continued forward without a hint of hesitation. Mutsu only managed to see for a mere second, but it was enough to see it was a girl in a black and maroon hoodie.

"I don't remember her…" He commented as he tried to help Benjirou off the ground.

"Probably a runaway. She probably decided her parents hated her or something, rude child… Get offa me!" He flailed his arm to ward off the teen.

"She's heading toward that…" He started to run after her. "You go on without me, Benji-Sama!" He waved back to the hardhead reassuringly.

"Hm, you're taunting the Gods, Mutsu-Kun…and I'm not sure she'd appreciate the effort." Benjirou muttered to himself. He pulled the trench coat back onto his shoulders and continued to walk to the safe area. "It is peaceful now that I think about it, just like a shrine…"

Mutsu ignored the throbbing that coursed through his leg with every step. The soft crunch of the snow became less frequent as the girl managed to outrun him. It felt like an hour had passed as he followed the prints she left in the snow, the distant bangs and roars giving him cause for concern. He found the end leading to an abandoned factory, a place he was hoping she'd avoid. It was now lit ablaze with smoke billowing out.

The smell of burning gasoline filled his nostrils as he ducked under the snapped door. Flames engulfed the facility, surrounding him with intense heat and pops that fought to break his determination. He looked around franticly until he noted a black sleeve peeking out from under a fallen table. He darted for it while avoiding ever falling bits of ceiling that were growing in size. Once he reached it he dragged the out and picked up the girl. He wrapped the unconscious child in his arms, only having enough time to turn before the fire amassed a grand explosion that sent debris soaring. He let out a pained cry as blood splattered onto the ground, glass and metal dug its way into the boy's back.

Soon the city air fell silent once more, back to its lamentation state. Everything was settled, and the girl was brought back to her family just fine albeit a little shaken. Unfortunately the same could not be said for the lad involved, Mutsu was gone.

The tiny squeaks and clicks of a lonely stretcher filled the long, brightly lit white hall. A man in surgical attire pushed it along in a hurried walk along the bare walls. The sheet covering the gurney fluttered in the wind being picked up as it moved. It formed an eerie silhouette of what or who it was concealing. At the end of the hall was an equally silent room. Slightly less lit it had more of a bluish tone. It was a compact room; one part was lined with sinks, towels, other cleaning utensils, and white surgical gloves, the adjacent side being separated by a clear wall had two separated tables with a couple of trays and peculiar instruments on them. Most of these trinkets were common in such an environment, such as scissors or a scalpel, but there was also an unusual one. This unusual device was concealed in an airtight container next to a syringe with a red liquid inside.

The man slid the stretcher between the tables and in front of a set of monitors and connective wires. Two more people came in from the cleaning area with their hands held in front of them. They didn't even exchange glances before they got to work, starting with the wires they were placing on the entity under the sheet they were lifting. The first man left them to their work and continued on other duties. He only stopped briefly to speak, more to himself than the others. "A male this time. Fixed him up real nice…Hope he likes his new 'voice'…Not that he'll know the difference."

Darkness, it was all the mind knew at the moment. The black and boundless oblivion offered no passage of time, no explanation as to when it started or when it would end, if ever. There was only emptiness, no joy, no malice, just a vacuum to greet it at every turn. The mind was neither blissful nor annoyed with this, for at the instant it knew no better. It knew nothing.

Until, light greeted the eager eyes as they finally opened. They rolled around to survey the area, being met with a mass of blurs that did not correct themselves. The mind questioned why this was, having very little understanding come to light all at once.

There was a constant, small acoustic blip that reached the ears. The head turned to a rectangular fuzziness with an indistinct line appearing in a fleeting and cracked visual in tempo with the odd sound. Another sound caught the ears detection, a click and small creak. The head turned back to its original position, trying to find the new sound's origin.

Suddenly, a new blur entered the area, this one moving toward the mind. The blur then stopped. It seemed stationary for a mere second, and then uttered a surprising gasp before moving out of view once more. The mind had become disappointed, realizing the moving object was most likely a living thing, possibly even another human.

Yes, human, it comprehended it must be that. More information was slowly trickling back. This human must be in…a hospital? Hospitals have unusual monitors, but why was it blurred? Why was everything unclear? The human contemplated the situation, greedily consuming any new data that dared to poke itself up from the depths of forgetfulness.

'That sound was a door.'

'Pi equals 3.1415926535…'

'Nara Period 710-794.'

'Door? Those are made from many different materials and varieties. Most commonly wood.'

'The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.'

'The sun's distance from Earth is 149,600,000km. Its surface temperature is 5,778K.'

'Wood, the hard fibrous material forms the main substance of the trunk and branches of a tree or shrub.'

'If you do not enter the tiger's cave, then you will not catch its cub.'

'Dogs are believed to be descendants of wolves.'

'The Yeti, or Abdominal Snowman, is said to be an ape-like creature taller than an average human similar to Bigfoot that inhabits the Himalayan region of Nepal, and Tibet, but some believe there have been sightings as far off as islands off the coast of the North Pole.'

'Trees come in many sizes and species, one of which being cherry blossom trees that are speculated to be native to the Himalayas over several million years ago and grew in into many different areas and variants. The most beautiful being Pink Cherry Blossom trees that bloom in early spring.'

The human had its concentration severed when a bombardment of footsteps came clamoring through what the human realized was an entryway. Two other hazy human figures followed the previously mentioned blur to its position just ahead of the being. The human blinked a few more times, a last ditch effort to correct the visual abnormality. The blurs began to clamor excitedly in front of the human. Their speech became recognizable almost instantly.

"It's only been three days…The amount of change since then is remarkable."

"His eyes seem well coordinated, and he seems sentient. Let's hope this means there wasn't any real mental damage…"

'He? Am I a male? Is she referring to me?' He began to squint to see as the urge to see these people more clearly was finally getting the better of his patience.

"Ah, right, forgetting something, well, now's a time to test that." One of the three walked next to the being, getting more and more defined as he did so. Once he was close enough he motioned to the table next to them. "There are several selections here. Choose the one you like best."

He followed the man's gesture with his eyes. Taking notice of the cases on the table, there was a black one, a blue one, a green one, a red, and a white case. Not a minuet passed before his hand lifted and picked up the red one with perfect motor skills. He examined it for a short while before he realized how to open it. The three people seemed very pleased as he lifted the contents and put the red rimmed and red tinted glasses on his nose.

"Excellent, your procedure was a wonderful success Doctor!"

"Yes, just like the other two, purely genius!" The other two clapped with much glee.

The male human was quite perplexed, but was grateful this doctor managed to give him a working pair of glasses, even if he felt it the man received a little too much praise for something people all over the world have had for many years. He smiled wide as he looked about the room like he was seeing it for the first time.

"Would you like to take a look?" The man next to him held up a hand mirror he retrieved from the drawer the glasses were on.

"…Yes." The human male paused. He took a moment to absorb the unusual sound of his crackly voice. "Hai… Ja… Si…" The other two scientists looked at each other, wondering where on earth he had learned this.

"Alright, alright." He handed it to him with a hand showing surrender. "I got the message!" He said with a laugh.

He looked at it eagerly, taking in every detail. His face had a strong jawline. His eyes mostly black with a small, almost invisible red iris, but the feature that struck him the most was the short, thick fur-like hair that was a soft pink. He wasn't sure why, but he liked it.

"Well, what do you think of your new glasses, Matsupoid?"

Author's Note

Who is Matsupoid you ask? Well, He's basically the Mukku version of Ryuto but he's an older gentleman and an Utau. If you don't like Ryuto you probably won't, but might, like him. Look him up on YouTube to decide for yourself!

I think him and Gacha are awesome, but that's my preference...