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Tomoyo Daidouji...the last of my kind. Well, not really, I'm only seven eighths my kind. My father was the last full blood and my mother is three quarters. I belong to a race of shape shifters. We can transform into any creature we want, real or not. My favored form is the phoenix. Anyone who is half blood or more has the power to shift.
I am technically a member of the Elite. The wealthy barons. The ruling class on every planet. But, I'm also a member of the Underground. The trash and filth of the city, so say my fellow Elite. The Underground actually are very nice people. They have a class and style of their own. I can move freely amongst them as I never would among my own class.
I am a spy, an information mercenary in the Underground. My ability to shape-shift has only helped me. My code name is the Phoenix. I have not had a case in a while. One could say that I'm retired. A little young to be doing so, but I have enough money. I was and still am the best there is. If I told you how much money I've accumulated over the years I had in how many bank accounts and under how many names, I'd have to kill you.
This duality of my life was easy to adjust to. In fact there was practically no adjusting necessary since I already lead two lives, every Elite lives two lives. One could say, then, that I live three different lives that are quite easy to keep apart.
I first got involved in the Underground when I was 13. That was the year my father left my mother and I heard that I was betrothed. I don't even remember the poor man's name now, since it has not been mentioned since then. I'm 18 this year, and I now believe the true love does not exist.
The "loves" of my class are fraudulent. A charade put on for the amusement of the Commoners. Behind closed doors, though, the glamorous couples sleep around, argue, threaten to kill. In the Underground, there are only one night flings. It sickens me.
My mother will be wanting to bring up the marriage again. Maybe I should run away.
My name is Eriol Hiragizawa, and I'm as elite as an Elite can get. My father is the governor of this planet, Commerce. Such a utilitarian name. I'm expected to become a politician, just as every Hiragizawa has been for the last six generations. Politicians are only puppets, but then again, the Elite live lives to entertain the Common, the middle class.
I'm 20. I have dark, dark black hair and round glasses and purplish, black eyes. My mother is always telling me how gorgeous I look and that my promised girl will completely be at my command because she'll be so overwhelmed with my looks. I don't even remember the girl's name. Marriage is not exactly on my priority list.
My father has about a dozen mistresses. He claims to be in love with each and every one of them. My mother scrupulously pretends that they don't exist, like a good Elite woman. Unless my promised one is as ugly as a cow and has a sack of potatoes for a body, I'm going to try to be faithful to her. Is that even a normal thought for an Elite man?
I don't think I'll ever fall in love though. I've seen the way people act, there can't be anything called love. My fellow Elite men probably frequent brothels more than any Commons man. I've been to a brothel once and I absolutely hated it; in some ways, it was even more fake than my life.
I went to the Underground, the slums, to find love when I was 17. I remember I was sick of acting the way I was expected to act, I needed a life that was a little more real, a little more tangible. I never got involved with anyone there though, I did get pretty close one or twice, but I never did. If my mother ever finds out, she'll kill me. My father would just laugh and say "That's my boy," out of my mother's hearing range though.
I don't use my real name when I'm in the Underground. I use Eli. I don't need a last name there. You create yourself in the Underground. The sheer human-ness of the Underground is my utopia. Sometimes I wonder if my own behavior is normal. How many other people in the Elite think up these things?