OUTLINE:
Yoji and Ken get separated while on a mission
Yoji: wakes up in this experimental room
Ken: also in a containment unit with a strait jacket though
They are going to be genetically modified
"Balinese, take a right-turn at the bus stop then go straight 'til the U-Turn slot. Park the van under the third tree." The earpiece instructed the blond driver.
"Roger that Siberian." He replied into the corresponding mouthpiece as he shifted gears.
"… You know Kenchan, we don't exactly have to use our code names all the time. Just on the field…" he sighed.
The earpiece once again crackled to life as Ken retorted "Oh yes we do Yotan! I mean, what if this conversation is jacked or something? The enemy can actually beat us to the location and plant a god-knows-what thing there to harm us!"
Yoji rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You know KEN, you sound so adorable when you act all concerned like that." He purred.
"Hmph. Whatever BALINESE."
Not feeling the need to reply, Yoji just smiled as he pictured his comrade's annoyed face on the other end of the line. As he reached the tree-lined area he shifted gears and parked the van professionally under the specified tree as he lifted the mouthpiece,
"Ken – errr, Siberian. I'm here."
He waited for the earpiece to give the familiar crackle – but for a reason it stayed silent, a tinge of concern started to well up in Yoji as he began to imagine whatever happened to his most favorite comrade.
"Oi! Ken?!" Still no answer was heard.
It was at this time when Yoji started to think that the real problem was not on his comrade's end, but on his own end of the line.
Somebody was there.
Stepping out of the van, Yoji went into battle stance and stealthily walked towards the darker side of the tree and stood there, waiting.
He suddenly heard something – a very faint sound, almost like a ticking somewhere nearby.
Before he had the chance to react, the next things he felt were extreme pain and heat; then everything went pitch black.
Ken, on the other hand, happened to hear everything from his earpiece as well as the other occupants of the room where he was being held captive.
The moment Yoji opened his eyes; he was blinded by the bright light being shined into his eyes. He tried to close his eyes again but the light was too distracting.
He surveyed his surrounding through his lashes and groaned. The unfamiliar white walls made him uncomfortable. He desperately needed a cigarette. And, where the hell was he anyways?
"So I see you are awake, Balinese." A voice rang out from the surroundings.
This alarmed Yoji. How does this person know who he is? And once again, where was he?
"H-how do you know my name? Who are you and what have you done with my comrade?!" Yoji fired question after question and tried to hide the alarm and panic that he was starting to feel.
Slightly maniacal laughter came as a response. "Poor Kitty-cat, all apprehensive and scared. Oh, how I would like to pet you… with my knives."