How to Make a Human.
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Only this fic.
In this world we are all made of different parts,
The last stitch was made and a slightly pale hand slowly lifted away from the patched up body.
Looking down at his work the man smiled. The boy, looking to be about 15 was lying out on an operation bed, a soft pillow lying under his head. Slightly bloody slits surrounded the boy as the soft glow of the well lit basement shined at the almost lifeless looking body. This boy, his first and only son was the first man-made human.
The boy had dark brown hair that fluffed up. Pale white skin covered the boy's face, only the darkness of his long eyelashes and brown eyebrows disturbed the almost too perfect face. Soft light pink lips were slightly opened, covered by a mask. The mask was hooked up to a machine that helped the boy breath.
But he did not come from a human mother. This boy was made by me, with parts from others, and he is my son. The only thing that tells he is different, is his skin.
From the neck down you could tell he was different, a freak some might say. At the base of his neck where this collar bone started was thick black stitching that connected the pale skin, to a tan toned skin. This tan skin reached to his shoulder, also covering as far down as the bottom of his second rib.
More thick black stitches connected tan skin to skin paler than the boys face. The skin was extremely soft almost feminine like. The skin reached from the boys second rib to his hip bone.
His shoulders had tan skin that was threaded to dark brown skin. This reached from his shoulder to the elbow. From there to his wrist was the same pale white skin that covered his stomach. Hands and fingers hand the same type of skin that covered the boys face. The stitches were there too. Every finger, the skin stitched to that of the boy's hand.
His legs were made of several different shades of white skin, only from his ankles down, did he have the same skin that appeared on his face and hands. All connected by the same thick black stitching that covered and connected the boy.
Looking away from his work the man searched for a blanket. Covering the sleep induced boy with the blanket, he smiled again. "Tomorrow you will see your first real day."
Leaning down the man softly kissed the boys faintly warm cheek. Turning and heading up the stairs the man paused. In a whisper so soft and full of an almost real love, "Good night Shino."
Chapter ends here.
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