Title:
Name
Summary:
I had a name. Long ago I had a name that I was called by. Each one knew my name. I could do as I wish. Here I am called D.A. series one number 03 you may call me 3 for short, I would tell you my name if I could remember it. B/R M/M Y/Y.
Prelude:
There was a scientist that had wanted children how ever she was unable to have children so she created them the twin systems that were primitive although they looked real they were only androids. Longing for children who grew and learned, she created a series of three biogenetically altered children. These three experiments were given unique talents and characteristics to make them different.
To be safe and make sure that she could watch over her children she duplicated her brain saving it to a disk that was kept in a safe, along with the diskette that held every bit of information on her project; the D.A.- series and the project that she had taken up one year after the first birthday of her sons; the A.S.M.-series.
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Present day
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Lying on the lumpy uncomfortable cot they have the nerve to call a bed I stare at the blank ceiling. It's a bit cold in here but I only have on my boxers so it's no big deal. I have no voice any longer once upon a time I did. The one who created me loved to hear my voice. She made my voice. She loved my voice. My voice is the most dangerous thing about me or so I've been told.
They give me needles once a month to make sure that I cannot use my voice. Not only that but they carry earplugs as well. My voice hasn't been used in fourteen years. I don't know how it sounds any more.
My room is baron only a 'bed', my two uniforms neatly folded in a box besides my bed where my comb and brush also take residence and a surveillance camera mounted in a corner of the ceiling.
I hate this room. It's painted an ugly shade of gray that I hate. I stand and look to the right of my bed. There is a door there that door leads to my bathroom the door across from it leads to the hall. I chose to go to the bathroom.
My bathroom is as depressing as my room. All that's there a shower stall a sink, a toilet and a laundry chute. Oh my mistake I forgot to tell you about the soap, the toothpaste, the washcloth, the shampoo/conditioner and towel.
Lazily walking to the toilet I kneel over the polished silver bowl I grunt and place a finger in my mouth and down my throat retching as silently as I can. They put that stuff in my food again. After a few seconds I feel the bile in the base of my throat, it burns badly. I hear the echo of footsteps and immediately stand and unzip my pants to make it seem as if I were going to piss and nothing more. Well look at that I did have to pee.
I hear a knock on the bathroom door and huff in agitation. I wash my hands quickly and open the door there he was. I abhor him so much, Gozuboro Kaiba. A true bastard if I ever knew one. He stands there smug like it's all good and well. Next to him is my nurse well not mine alone. She watched over my brothers and I since before we came here.
Gozuboro smirked and ran a hand over his thick mustache. I hate that too. It looks like an ugly hair caterpillar! No wonder his wife committed suicide! I wouldn't want to sleep with that ugly man either. But he's opening his mouth so I guess I should listen.
"Number three it has been twenty eight days since your last injection correct?" I just glared at him. I swear if my voice were still here I'd have told him off good. He knows what day it is.
I close the bathroom door and push my back against it to prevent it from being opened. I refuse to have my injection while he is in the room. He won't see me cry. He is still playing with the door hoping that I'll open it. I train my ears to the conversation on the other side of the door.
"Sir if you would leave the room I will be able to administer the injection." Ishizu said calmly as always, Ishizu had always been like an older sister to us although she always looks the same. She never ages, same mid back black hair that's soft to the touch, tanned skin and blue eyes.
"What makes you think he'll do it peace fully and wont just over power you, you stupid-"
"With all do respect sir, I've taken care of the entire D.A. series since their arrival here to the Kaiba corporation labs. I should know them well enough by now. Like for instance if you eave the room now I will exit a few minutes later with a empty syringe and unharmed."
With some words that I can't quite make out he leaves. And I open the door, there is Ishizu smiling at me. She's caring a silver tray with some elastic thing, a needle and alcohol swabs as well as two pills.
I walk to the other side of the bed and sit down so that my back is facing the camera. She sets the tray on my bed and ties the elastic around my arm and taps it to show a lavender vein she wipes the area with the alcohol swab and picks up the needle. Tears are streaming down my face now I feel it, I don't like needles. I never did. But that's not why tears fell…
Tears fell because again I lost what was precious to me. My voice I want to hear my voice.
I think she cries as well because I see her wipe her eyes on the back of her hand. After all of the orange serum is out of the needle he replaces it and placed a hand on my forehead she always does this… this is something only two others are allowed to do. She pushes my bangs back and places her lips on my fore head as an apology of some kind. She climbed behind me on the bed taking the brush from its box.
She brushes my hair freeing it of all tangles so gently as she always is. I feel her separate the hair into three sections and weave it into a tight braid putting a small black clip the end of it to keep it in. I felt her touch the small of my back letting me know where my hair had grown up to since last time.
"Happy seventeenth birthday." She never uses a name of any kind when talking to us and we all appreciate that. She does not call us by our numbers or our code. She knows our names, is what I think.
She finishes and reaches into her tunic pocket. I grow excited. I know it is childish for me to want a reward for actually sitting through this month's injection but I do. When we were young we got rewards too be they small toys or a sweet thing that suited our taste we got one. She gave me two things a green crayon and a lollypop. I smiled at her as she fixed my bangs and left the room with the tray. I looked at the crayon and tucked it into my pillowcase then I unwrapped the lollypop I have a few more lollypops hidden under the sink of my bathroom. The one place the maids don't look. I lay back my face now dry of any tears
I hate Gozuboro. He has taken every thing from me. He's taken my voice, he's taken my other two important people, he took my freedom and he took my crayon away and that was just as important as my name.
I had a name. Long ago I had a name that I was called by. Each one knew my name. I could do as I wished and I rarely had to be stuck with needles or given a physical. Here I am called D.A. series one number 03 you may call me three for short, I would tell you my name if I could remember it like I remember the day I was taken from my home.
My first important person had left to get more food. I was excited I had just learned to write a new sentence and couldn't wait to show my first important person when she came back. I was just three. I remember how I looked then as well. I was chubby with large red eyes and white hair that fell in spikes to my chin. I had wings black and covered in the softest black feathers. I wore a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt that matched my eyes.
My brothers sat across from me. number 01 was the oldest he had hair that stood up in five points but had three different colors. He had really dark purple eyes and always wore blue shirts and pants.
02 was different from both of us, I was pale and still am and Yami was slightly darker but 02 was dark skinned like he had a year round tan. 02 has lavender eyes and blonde hair.
Since I had finished my sentences I got to color. I love coloring. That was when they came in they were dressed in all black and the came and grabbed us I tried to run to my second important person for help but she was on the floor her eyes didn't open and sparks flew from her neck.
I was snatched from behind I tried to grab the table buy I only managed to grab a green crayon. That was the day I was locked in this place. On the walls of this room I wrote my sentence a million times over to show them what I learned. But I was beaten for it.
They began to call me 03 and I wanted them to know my name. So I wrote my sentence on the walls again. This time when they came to beat me I opened my mouth on impulse and sang. What I sang and why I sang I dint know but I know that I did sing. The man stumbled backwards, heaving air, holding his hands over his ears and screaming. I sang louder and his head burst showering me in blood. That was when I screamed 02 and 01 watched with wide eyes as I screamed. His blood was on me. On my wing on my wall it wrote out my sentence with an invisible hand.
My name is Bakura Icarus Aio
