Okays! Here's another Beyblade story! (You can tell I'm in a really good mood)
Talis (the person in the back of my mind): are you ever in a good mood?
Me: I'm writing this, aren't I?
T: good point, well on with it already!
Me: will do!
"Isn't he beautiful?" a soft chuckle.
"Lovely. It seems that this prototype of yours is actually working for once…think he'll last longer than the others?"
The other male turned his to the glass tank to their left. A child, no older that 4 or 5, floated in a standing position inside the tank, enveloped by gallons of pseudo-green colored liquid. Wires and chains, coming up from the bottom of the glass cage, both entrapped as well as sucked progress ional information from him as leeches would suck blood.
"I think Lord Voltaire will be very pleased with your creation."
The first scanned the child's body, the shimmer in his eyes going from curiosity, to amusement, to lust. A slight smirk swept across his face, catching the eye of his violet-haired boss.
"Of course he'll be pleased. This one will grow to be a very lovely young man," his eyes shifted to the other, "at least, if I have anything to say about it." Dark purple eyes narrowed underneath their mask, his eyes then following the scientists to take a better look at this figure's body.
Pale ivory-colored skin, soft to the eyes and probably to the touch. Short duo-shaded blue hair, slate in the front and a darker navy in the back. It floated angelically in the liquid. A lean, no slender, figure that gave the bluenette a VERY desirable look. He was indeed flawless in every sense of the word.
"My…my…" they heard a voice mummer. Both men looked up a man, no doubt in his late forties or early to mid fifties, entered the room and walked calmly, every step filled with confidence, to the tank. He let his finger trail lightly over the case. The child's eyes fluttered then opened slowly, reveling red orbs, and stared back at him emptily.
Voltaire smirked, "Perfect."