Twenty-three years from present day...
Noire was working quietly in her office one day, when she got a headache. She stopped typing at her computer, and began to massage her temples. She went to get an Advil, eyes barely open as she stumbled down the halls of the Basilicom. She didn't even realize she was heading to the Sharicite room until she fully opened her eyes, looking down at a little swirling amount of data forming from the Sharicite. The shadowy flash blinded her as a little toddler hugged at her leg, ruby eyes wide open and confused. Noire's headache vanished the second she laid eyes upon the little boy, and she picked up the chubby little hunk of meat. He looked in her eyes with curious red ones, and moved his lips, but nothing came out. Noire cradled him as the six month year old visibly seemed stressed as it tried to speak, fidgeting around in Noire arms.
"Go ahead, keep trying." Noire supported, moving her lips in tune with his.
"Sha... Sha..." He managed.
"Sha?" She asked, titling her head to the side.
"Shacho... Shachor." He said proudly, clapping his meaty little hands.
"Shachor? I'll call you Shachor!" Noire said, causing Shachor to clap some more.
"Shachor es..." He messed up.
"Is..." She corrected him, cradling him in her right arm, massaging his head like Mina had said to do with a developing baby.
"Shachor is Nore... Noire budda." Shachor said proudly.
"Brother?" Noire wanted to confirm, and Shachor nodded happily. She was shocked at first. She had been wanting a sibling, but she never expected a brother from the Sharicite. "Okay, Shachor, I am your sister." Shachor showed a toothy smile that Noire couldn't help but to giggle at. "Now come on, let's get you some food." She said, making plans as she tickled his stomach and walked out of the room.
As the years went by, Kei became the mother of the young child during the years of his growth, as Noire treated the boy more like a brother than a son, not really caring for him as she still constantly worked. The first mention of weaponry happened when Kei gave Shachor one of his sister's swords at age three. The three year old didn't like the weapon at all, and Kei sighed on got on the phone when Chika called her about their candidate. The little candidate noticed the pistol on the table and picked it up. He enjoyed shooting the dart/bullet board, and as noticed by Kei, he was a crack shot, nailing a bullseye each time. Every week she'd give him new arms, in the same week Shachor would master the new firearm. Kei, despite the pride she was feeling for raising a long distance monster in combat, which Noire refused to use in the field, wanted him to be able to wield a close range weapon. By the age of ten, the boy knew Kei like a mother than a caretaker or charge, and much of a master. She had gone through swords, hammers, axes, staves, machetes, short swords, gauntlets, short axes, claymores, spears, and daggers over the six year period, and while he was able to learn them all, he wasn't a true master with any of them. Kei finally gave him a large scythe that didn't really fit him yet, but he was able to wield it with amazing ease, and mastered it in a month.
"Nice work there, Shachor!" Kei said happily, ruffling the boy's messy black mop of hair. The youngling leaned into the appreciation, and Kei liked the loyalty, sadly thinking that Noire wasn't such as good sister as she couldn't even remember the last time that the two siblings had spoken. More time passed and at age fourteen, the boy began to look at Kei differently. Lustful feelings entered his mind as physical changes began to take place. He sprouted above Kei in height, gained a little stubble on his chin, and his usually oily black hair became less greasy and more clean cut, now just a spiky homage to one of his favorite video characters. His attire consisted of a male version of Kei's suit, and his had two pistols holstered at his waist. He had wanted to go on a date with Kei, after reading about his favorite character doing it in a manga, and pulled a mask over his face as he walked out of the Basilicom. Sadly his date found him out, and his sadness and fear of an angry Kei sent him over the edge to transform for the first time. Before he could do much, Kei tranquilized him, and the mighty candidate reverted. More time passed, and Lastation under Noire's orders knew nothing of the candidate. By age twenty the boy had gone through development, no longer lusting for his teacher, and knowing very little of his older sister, she always being with the other goddesses, working in her office, or pout in the field. Never allowed to do anything but train, the candidate had become as strong as any of the actual CPUs, and Noire was getting fearful that he may rebel. One day as the boy was sitting beneath Kei's desk, bored out if his wits as he massaged the Oracle's feet, his sister came up to him. If had been a year since he had even seen her last, so there wasn't much excitement.
"Yes, sister?" He asked. He had developed a somewhat reclusive behavior from only being around Kei for nearly all of his life, and was very articulate and intelligent thanks to Kei, maybe even more so than the likes of Yvoire of Leanbox and Blanc of Lowee.
"The rest of the goddesses and I have some work to do in the Gamindustri Graveyard." Noire stated.
Shachor raised an eyebrow at his elder thinking her a fool. "Your Sharicite reaches are cut by half their sister." He stated, shaking his head. "If you dare do it, you will lose no doubt." Shachor was taught to be honest, and he had tested the poisoned waters of the Graveyard himself against orders and barely removed himself without transforming in time.
His sister ignored him. "Take over my paperwork duties, and let the military deal with monsters." She pecked his forehead, and he watched her out the door. It was the last time he saw her for three years.
Talk about a cliffhanger! I hope you enjoyed this so far, this will be my new main cause TJR can wait a bit as I write a unique story. Now then, why does this exist? I DESPISE Uni, that's why. This is similar to a another story, by another author by the name of snakebit1995, and the story's called Green Brother. You all should know it. BTW, there was little detail in the chapter by choice!
You see, I wasn't even planning to do this until Blackfirekingkoncor gave me the idea, so thank him if you want. Anyway, this will be a unique story, and guess what Shachor means. Later!