A hippy stood in the middle of an open, white circle, concerned of what would happen to him in the future. "This is my last chance," he thought to himself. "If I don't act now, the entire race of the Mews shall die out." "It must be done." With that, the hippy gathered freshly fallen leaves from the trees around him, lay them all around him in the circle, and then, with his lighter, set them ablaze. As he lay down to burn with the leaves, he gave one last breath as the ground shook beneath him, and disintegrated. A beam of light shot up from the middle of the circle, and then, it quickly spread out in three different directions. The ground shook, the trees around the bright white circle caught fire, and there was a blinding flash, an explosion, and then nothing. It was like the whole place never existed.
Suddenly, a man shot up from his bed, disturbed by the images running through his head just a moment ago. "It was just a dream." He thought to himself," but was it?" "It felt so real!" "Oh well," he continued to think to himself as he stripped and got into the shower," Today shouldn't be the day to think about it." Without dwelling on it any further, he cleaned up, dried off, combed, blow-dried, and tied his long brown hair, and went down to the kitchen where another man sat down at the table eating breakfast.
Now, this man was about 6 years younger than the other man, and had semi-long, light brown hair. He was skinny, with a nice black sleeveless shirt on, and was just sitting down to eat a donut and drink a cup of black coffee. "You know you shouldn't do that," the first man said to the second. "It'll stunt your growth!" "You're kidding right?" the second inquired to the first. "I've been doing this for the past 5 years!" "I know!" the first man stated, but then, surprised, he looked toward the empty space.
"Shouldn't we introduce ourselves?" he suggested. "Right," the shorter man replied. "I'm Elliot Shirogane," the shorter man replied. "Recent graduate of South Cornwall High School." "I have been studying genetic manipulation, and have since created a project called Genetic Infusion, today we're…" but he was cut off. "Don't broadcast it," the older man stated. "Let me introduce myself first." "I am Keiichiro Akasaka." "Class of 2003 from South Cornwall High School." "I took a two year college course about genetic manipulation in order to help Elliot out." "What he was trying to tell you was that we were going to test this new fangled Genetic Manipulation called Genetic Infusion." "What is does is combine the DNA of an animal to the DNA of a person." "It's just in the beta testing stages," Elliot responded," so for starters, we shall be testing the process on me." With that, Elliot and Keiichiro set off to their lab down the hallway.
Now, the lab was a tall dome, with a set of stairs connecting the two floors together. On the bottom was an open platform, and on top, computers, cupboards, shelves with bottles of who knows what on them, and then, the large injection gun. This gun appeared to be a replication of a pistol, but was so big that you had to sit on a seat ten feet off of the ground in order to pull the trigger. The barrel was triangular, and the cartridge was a serum full of animal DNA. Elliot stood at the bottom on the platform, ready for the worst.
"Are you sure about this Elliot?" Keiichiro inquired, loading the cartridge into the gun. "Have I ever not been?" Elliot inquired," I mean when it's important?" "It's your funeral," Keiichiro replied to him, and with that, he pulled the trigger. There was a blinding flash, a puff of smoke, a possible scream, and then, there was a small gray cat standing in place of where Elliot was.
"I told you so," Keiichiro said sarcastically, picking up that gray cat. "Now look what you've done to yourself." Unfortunately, Keiichiro wasn't able to make another smart ass comment, for the moment after he picked up the cat, it turned back into Elliot and the two of them went flying to the ground. "That wasn't right you dumb butt," Elliot snapped back. "Apparently this thing needs a lot of work." "No crap, Sherlock," Keiichiro replied sarcastically. "Why don't you go downtown and get a newspaper." "All right," Elliot replied, but when he came back, he had a grim look on his face.
"I can't believe it!" he shouted, flinging the newspaper at Keiichiro's face. "I just don't believe it." With that, Keiichiro picked up the newspaper and read it. What it said when he looked into the obituaries section was quite a shocker.
"Masaya Aoyama, born September 1, 1992, committed suicide and left this world on July 16, 2009 at approximately 6:00 p.m. Reports of his death were confirmed by his girlfriend, Ichigo Momomiya, who now lies at home, feeling like a widow. He leaves behind no relatives, just Ichigo and a whole lot of high school friends from South Cornwall. His funeral will be held at South Cornwall High School Gymnasium on July 19, 2009."
"It's just not fair," Elliot replied, pissed off. "Why did he have to die!?" "Don't be so hard on yourself," Keiichiro replied. "We might as well go pay our last respects." With that, they got into Elliot's Honda Civic and drove out to the small town of Tri River in order to get to the funeral.
Everyone was there. Some people knew him as a friend, some as a class mate, and some as the kid they used to pick on back in Elementary, but only one stood out from the rest. Ichigo Momomiya was there and she stood in the corner during the funeral service, crying her eyes out the whole time. "Let's make a vow, Keiichiro," Elliot stated. "From this day forward," he continued," we shall continue the DNA project for Masaya." "For Masaya," Keiichiro replied. "And Ichigo," Elliot continued. "And Ichigo," Keiichiro replied, and with that, they drank their glasses of champagne and left.