Okay, this is my first story. I hope everyone likes it.

Disclaimer:

D.A: So, I'll leave this part to the parties involved.

Allen: What's that mean?*looks confused*

Kanda: Baka, it means that we have to tell everyone that in no way, form, or fashion does this work of fiction except in plot belong to the D.A.

Allen: Oh, so your saying the original characters and terms come from someone else?

Kanda: Che, that's what I said, Moyashi. The characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.

D.A: While they sort all that out I hope you enjoy!

Well, This is the NEW and EDITED version. Sorry to the people who wanted to read or liked the original.

Chapter 1

"SON OF A-"

"AAAHH-H"

Allen awoke to the shouting from outside of his container, as his silvery-white ears twitched on top of his head.

"GRAB HIM!"

Looking around Allen then squinted at the stark white cell. The crisply clean room gave off a frigid atmosphere, being perfectly cleaned with some harsh liquid. Most likely bleach.

The container that held Allen, or as most called them cells, was split in half down the middle. The barrier that divided it was a single line of steel bars that shined as brightly as the walls were white. On his side of the bars Allen had enough room to walk eight paces between the bars and the back wall, while being able to pace their length in about ten paces, more or less walking from left to right.

On the other side of the steel wall sat only two things: a chair and a desk. The chair usually house the body of one of several white-coats, or scientist, that came to observe Allen through out his day. And during the night it was left empty much like the desk. Nothing was ever left on the desk nor within it. Like everything else it was cleaned to perfection without a speck of dust to be found.

Out of reach to him, on the other side of the bars, sat the bolted door that Allen knew lead to the rest of the lab facility. Thinking about the facility made Allen's silvery-white tail twitch. Allen did not like the facility and, unfortunately, neither did he care to try to leave the hellish place of white cages.

Allen could tell something was different but nothing within the divided room seemed out-of-place, though. Allen could feel the difference buzzing through the air like an electrical wire soaked in a puddle of water. The air was basically humming with the energy when Allen noticed the silence.

Listening again for the shouts of pain from earlier, Allen was spooked to find that there was an eerie calm from outside. He couldn't hear what had upset the white-coats so badly or the men themselves.

Suddenly, the door on the other side of the bars flew opened.

"LITTLE M-MONSTER!"

Five men entered the room wearing the protective gear given to them when handling dangerous Neku. The gear was made up of a padded body suit that included gloves and a helmet. The suits for some reason were also the crisp clean white like everything else.

From Allen's point of view whatever they were struggling with was putting up quite a fight for many of the men had spots of red leaking through their white protective gear. Meaning whatever they were struggling with was a real monster.

The group of five moved in and out as if to get close enough to grab whatever they had dragged in here and pull away just as quickly so as not to sustain more damage than they already had.

After a while two of the white-coats left the group and walked over to the far left side of the wall of bars. One of the white-coats pulled one of his protective gloves off and laid his hand on the wall where a small hand sized panel was. Allen assumed that it was a scanner because the next second four of the bars right in front of them lifted up and disappeared into the ceiling like magic.

It always amazed Allen how silently the bars disappeared into the ceiling never making even the slightest bit of sound. And that was saying a lot as his hearing, like all Neku, was far greater than any average human.

" Ah," the white-coat that had opened the bar door looked over toward Allen. Seeing him awake and watching the action taking place right in front of Allen the man sauntered over to him.

"Allen so your awake. Sorry, kitty but you're getting a roommate for a little while."

He patted Allen on the head, trying to be reassuring.

Allen was almost like a little brother to a lot of the white-coats around the facility because he, like all sub-creatures was a species created combining human and animal DNA, was created here. Unfortunately, Allen was born defective. The reason being that his body was frail and he was unable to take care of himself.

The sub-species, or Neku as some had started calling them, were created to replace humans in the slave market. Working without pay, breaks, or in the worse cases food. The Neku had become a source of easy income and heavy labor. Their bodies were made to last longer in the outrageous conditions. They were able to lift even the heaviest things with little strain on the muscles, having quicker reflexes and flexible bodies to become more dexterous in their work, as well as, having keener senses of smell, hearing, and sight.

Because Allen could not perform many of these basic functions, as all Neku were tested before being allowed into the market as a quality check, with his many deformities and weak immune system.

That meant that Allen was never allowed out, leaving him to grow up inside of a caged cell. Allen was never given the chance to see the outside world or have a master that was not a white-coat. Though, Allen had heard many dreadful stories from the many Neku that had passed through the that Masters were quite ruthless to his kind. And if one was unable to work or became dysfunctional they were usually killed off to save money trying to fix them.

Allen looked toward the white-coat that knelt next to him as he started talking again.

"Hopefully, he'll calm down before we have to leave him in here with you, okay." The man stood up and walked out of the cell putting his glove back on to help the others who were still struggling.

Allen watched as they pulled on a black rope suddenly catching a glimpse of black and white thrown together. The rope as Allen knew was made from a special fiber that was stronger than most types of steel. And for them to use it on a fellow Neku told Allen that this individual was very, very dangerous.

With the white-coats moving around in such a frenzy Allen was only able to catch fleeting glances of black and white mixing together in blurred moments between the group of men. This Neku that was giving them so much hell was now supposed to be his roommate, or cellmate, Allen could only feel his stomach descending further down in the abyss-of-the-unknown.

Inch by inch, they fought to bring other into the first half of the container.

Allen wished he could go take a better look, but his small cot was pushed against the far right wall. And the battle for dominance was in the door way on the other side of the room.

~0~

Once when Allen was only four years old, at least he guessed he was four, the white-coats had decided it was time to fix Allen's weak body. For them if a Neku could not be sold they did not make money and money was what they wanted most. And if they did not make money that Neku was worthless to them. Even if he was one of the rarest Neku that they had been able to produce with his silver hair and pearl-like skin. Even Allen's tail and ears were of perfect proportion fitting perfectly together as one being.

On that particular day several younger white-coats were given the job of fixing Allen and curing his weak immune system.

As like many days Allen could be found in his cell sitting and staring at the white-coat, white-coats if there were more than one, sitting at the desk watching him. Allen did this boring task each day to pass the time, because inside of his head his was memorizing and comparing each white-coat that came in each day to watch and record what he did. He even watched the men when they brought him his food twice a day having learned to eat without looking at his plate.

He ate most of the food quickly out of habit and if he ate it slowly he might actually taste how horrible the gruel really was. All Neku food was made from vitamins and proteins mixed together into a weird soup-like state. If one thought it tasted bad just from how it looked, for it had a monotonous gray color that never change no matter how many time he ate it.

It was about mid-day when the young white-coat came in, Allen knew this because he had finished his meal only two hours earlier and his second meal wouldn't come until later. Well the white-coat walked in and questioned the man who was observing him for today beginning a small conversation with him.

It almost seemed like they were arguing over something but Allen couldn't hear very well because he was suffering with a slight cold, which dampened his hearing for reasons he did not understand.

This peaked Allen's interest a little because it wasn't often that they were interrupted.

When the white-coats came to an understanding the one that had been sitting in the chair walked out of the room. He had a sour look on his face like he had taken a bite out of a lemon, leaving the younger white-coat with Allen who knew something was different. It seemed almost tangible.

The white-coat walked into Allen's cell and attached a leash to the collars that all Neku wore around their necks. The collar was made with a tracking chip inside of it and could only be taken off by the Neku master. If by chance a Neku or another tried to remove the collar a small bomb would explode killing the Neku.

The man lead Allen out of the cell through the locked door and out of the C Block. They then walked down a dozen, or so, hallways to the hospital wing.

After several of the routine check-ups Allen received weekly the same man lead him to a section of the facility he had never been to before. Knowing that going into new areas of the facility never meant good things Allen began to shiver a little out of fear.

Waiting at a lab table were two other white-coats and when he looked at them Allen saw that their eyes held a strange gleam in them as if the had received a gift on Christmas day.

Allen also noticed some other Neku were also in the lab facility with other white-coats surrounding them.

The white-coats then sat Allen down on a small chair and began asking him questions about his health and how he was feeling. As always he answered them honestly.

With each answer the men seemed to grow almost... excited would be the word Allen could only describe their behavior as. As the questioning continued Allen glanced around to see what lay in store for his future, if he had one at all.

The lab table behind the men was filled with vials, beacons, and many other things he didn't know the name to. Some of the vials and beacons were fill with many colored liquids and some held solids and gases.

Out of the blue one of the other subjects broke loose from a group of white-coats. The Neku was quite aggravated and began running wild trying its best to escape whatever fate lay in store for it.

It swiftly ran zig-zaging through the many tables filled with half done experiments and mysterious liquids, solids, and gases.

Seeing that the group who was in control of said Neku were having trouble catching it Allen's group decided to help. The young white-coat that brought Allen in ushered him to move out of the way, which lead to him stand between two bookshelves filled with data.

Allen could only watch as the Neku tried its hardest to escape when it became desperate. Looking around the Neku's eyes landed squarely upon Allen.

Not really having paid attention to the Neku until their eyes met Allen realized that the Neku was combine with monkey DNA giving him rounded ears that sat on either side of his head. And a tail that was able to grab a hold of items such as the experiments.

Allen immediately knew that he was in trouble and that the monkey Neku had nothing personal against him. No matter what happened Allen couldn't, no, wouldn't blame him for what would happen next.

leaping into the air the flexible tail of said monkey grabbed a hold of several vials and beacon in succession and threw them at Allen. The white-coats realizing to late as the ingredients mixed together when they hit Allen's arm.

Throwing up his arm Allen was mostly saved by his quick thinking but because of the sudden pain that erupted from the now shattered containers he fell backwards.

With the chaos that ensued from the angered white-coats now chasing the Neku with renewed vigor, while several of the other men either rushed to remove the other Neku in the room or access the damage done to the fallen Neku, some one bumped into the shelves that house the many data books.

The white-coat closest to Allen tried to drag him out as fast as he could but let his hand slip at the last moment. This left Allen's legs trapped underneath the destroy material. By this time Allen had passed out from the shock.

That next that Allen awoke he had been inside the his container in his cot. Blinded as he was by the stark white cell Allen began to run a system check as his mind was still in a dazed state of half sleep.

First check... Hearing?He listened a bit while shifting his cat ears around and could hear the shallow sound of breathing. Must be the Watcher, that was Allen's nickname for the white-coats that observed him everyday. Check.

Returning to his list,Okay how about smell?

Allen gave a small sniff bringing in the smell of all the harsh chemicals used to clean. Allen nearly gagged and made his tail fluff with distaste. Check on that department.

Allen already knew that he still had his sight from his earlier awakening. All that was left was the basic ability to touch and feel. When Allen came to this point he knew something was wrong. His first clue was he couldn't move nor feel either his right leg nor his left arm.

The second was that both appendages were wrapped in bandages.

Suddenly the events of what happened that lead to his untimely black out came back to him full force. This time Allen opened his stinging eyes and let a small, almost inaudible whimper escape his mouth.

When the white coats finally freed Allen from the fallen debre they found that his right leg was unfixably broken having had some unknown equipment that had been left on one of the shelve crush much of the bone. And his left arm had been in a state of erosion caused by the unknown liquid from several vials that were found close by.

Rushing to save him they were able to save Allen's arm from any further damage but it was terribly scarred. Not withstanding though they had only been able to reset the bones in his leg, the muscles had been severed by bone fragments leaving him unable to use his right leg.

~0~

THUD

Looking up, Allen saw that they had finally brought the new Neku in to the room. The second man that had helped with opening Allen's cell door hurried to closed the Container's door so the arrival couldn't escape. Surrounding him as if they were hunting a beast several times his size the men circled him. And as they surrounded him he sat up on his knees from where he had fallen as his arm were tied tightly to the sides of his body by the black rope. The ropes encircled his torso creating a sort of vest, or straight-jacket, that they used to pull and guide him.

Finally able to get him standing again, they pulled him closer to the opened door.

Seeing how violently his roommate truly was reminded Allen of the monkey. Sending a shiver down his spine as he remembered that horrible experience, Allen mewed.

"Nya?!"

Hearing the sound the Neku paused and looked up. Midnight eyes focused on liquid silver, as equally dark ears and tail froze in place. Allen was surprised that he had let such a sound escape him in this situation.

The Neku was taller than Allen by a couple of inches with hair that ran down his back until it reached below his waist. It was knotted in some places probably from the fight he had been putting up. But like Allen and all the other Neku's in the facility they wore a white shirt that tied in the back and a pair of white knee length shorts that also tied together but in the front.

Allen and the Neku stared at each other, until Allen feeling his face heat up looked down, in doing so becoming the submissive one of the two sub-species. The dark haired Neku never looked away even when Allen did, nor when the white-coats finally shoved him into the cell with the other.

Slowly, Allen lifted his gazed up to see that the other was still staring at him with a strange look on his face. Allen's face heated up again and he lowered his head onto the cot avoiding the others stare.

"What's your name?"

Allen's head shot back up when he spoke, what he could only describe as the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

"I asked, what is your name?"

This time Allen could hear the hardness in the voices, as if he was used to ordering others around.

Coming out if his dazed state, Allen stuttered, "A-Allen.

As this is the first EDITED chapter please review so I can change anything that doesn't make sense.

D.A: So, how was it? What do you think Allen?

Allen: Why is Kanda so scary?

D.A: Isn't he always scary? And are you sure it's not your imagination, Allen?

Kanda: Che, the baka Moyashi's scare of his own shadow.

Allen: Am not, Bakanda.*pouts*

Kanda: Could've fooled me, Moyashi.

D.A: Kanda don't goad him like that. And Allen don't listen to anything BAKAnda says.

Allen: Fine, Bakanda's just a baka anyway.

Kanda: What you'd say Moyashi. You wish to meet Mugen.*hand slides to his waist*

D.A: Knock it out or Mugen's mine. Now Ask them, PLEASE Allen?!

Allen: Okay, okay. Honored reader's please Review and tell us what you think.