Disclaimer: I don't own VF, Yamane-sensei does.
Hey people! This is my first FanFic, so go easy on me please. Criticisms would be appreciated. Tell me what you think3 Oh, and 'Karr" isn't a name, but a title (like king, or boss). This is rated M for later chapters and it is a bit OOC. AsamiXTakaba, maybe FeiXYoh later.
Screams dance across the white walls. It mingles with the sound of shoes clicking on the equally white floor. A man in a pristine red three-piece suit walks down the hall into a particular room. The researchers in the room quickly bow and then continue with their work. The head researcher comes up the man to report.
"Karr, the boys are progressing nicely. There have been no problems."
The man cocks his head. "Where are they right now?"
"In the Garden, your Highness. They interact well with each other, but boy A and F are becoming quite close. Boy M seems to be accumulating some negative emotions, most likely jealousy."
The man laughs and walks over to a large one-way mirror that covers one whole wall. "I'm not surprised. F is extremely pretty for a male; almost feminine. Too bad he's male. It would have been interesting to see A and M fight over him."
"Karr, if I may, I believe M is more interested in boy A."
"Really?" the man looks down at the picturesque garden. Three boys around the age of nine were playing with each other. Two of the boys, both black-haired, were whispering in one corner. The third boy, blonde, almost white-haired, comes over and pushes one of the boys over. The boy topples over, his long hair spanning around his delicate face. His large, purple eyes start to well up with tears. The blonde boy laughs but is cut off when the other black-haired boy pushes him as form of revenge for the violet-eyed boy. The two boys start to fight until the blonde gives up. The man smiles to himself at the chivalrous actions. As if knowing someone was watching them, the triumphant boy looks up into the false sky.
His gold eyes seem to pierce through to the man in red. His smile turns into a large grin, almost creepy. "Chia, I think it's time to raise the drug dosages. Move everything to level ten within the next three days."
The head researcher called Chia looks up from her clipboard in alarm. "Karr, are you sure? We're only on level two right now, and that has taken several weeks. To go to level ten in a matter of three days, the boys may be damaged. We don't know—"
"That's an order. Haven't I told you not to question me? Besides, shouldn't you get moving? You have eight levels to go…" the man turns away before the researcher could reply and walks out of the room. His laughter could be heard above the din of screams and computers.
~ASABA~
A handsome man finishes signing the last of the papers. He looks out the glass wall over Tokyo, his empire, his domain. Oh, how far had technology advanced as the cars speeded through the sky on misty streets and the colorful advertisements blinked holographic images across the city. The man stared at one of the three tallest buildings in the world, the only living world now, and felt a sudden surge of excitement. That was new. Nothing interesting, truly interesting that would send adrenaline pumping through his veins, has happened in the last hundred or so years since that incident.
Ha has lived two centuries and never felt something like this before, even with that. Something was going to happen soon, something big, and he would be ready for it. A knock takes him away from his contemplation of the city. An imposing man with glasses came in as soon as he acknowledges it.
"Sir, here are the reports that just came in" the glasses man says as he settles them onto the large marble desk.
The man sighs inwardly and says, "Yes Kirishima. I'll take care of them. Here, I finished these. And I want you to check on Mikhail, he's been quiet lately' he's up to something. And Fei Long too, see how he is doing." The man's voice softens slightly at the second name.
Kirishima takes the pile of papers, bows with a 'yes sir' and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. The man looks back at the mirror. He couldn't wait for these interesting events to unfold. He smirks at his reflection and turns back to the reports.
~ASABA~
Takaba runs and dodges people and objects as he escapes the goons behind him. He slips into an alley and catches his breath as the men run past. He grins. Hah! Another successful shooting. He checks his camera to make sure it's okay. It was one of the older, bigger styles. He didn't like the new ones that were the size of a notepad and as thin as a biscuit. So flimsy and ugly.
He peeks out the street to find that the coast is clear. Now all he had to do was get back home and give the photos and he could relax. He turns on his camera and flips through the pictures, making sure they were all there. The last time the swipe bug got to his camera still keeps him paranoid that his pictures would be erased and that would not go over well with her.
Too busy with looking at the pictures, he doesn't notice the walk sign turning red as he crosses the street. A loud screech alerts him as he is midway through the street. A black limousine, the highest model (he doesn't think that it was even out yet on the market) knocks him back as it screeches to a stop. His camera skids across the mist and he dives after it, scraping his elbows as he stops it from getting anymore scratches.
He stands up in a huff and glares at the offending car. The driver behind the wheel shouts at him to move.
"Look where you're going you society snob!" he shouts.
The limo door opens and a handsome man steps out. He wears a pristine black suit that didn't at all hide his well-defined muscles and chest. His black hair was slicked back and he was holding a cigarette in one hand. It wasn't one of the new, cheap knock-offs of nicotine either. It was one of the classics that had to be lit up with real fire. He didn't seem like one of the rich upper-class either. This man had a powerful aura and he was definitely dangerous. His most alluring feature is his eyes, like molten gold. Takaba felt as though his soul was being pierced.
The man smirks at his staring. Takaba flushes and glares defiantly at him. He was about to give him a piece of his mind when the man spoke, his smooth baritone voice sending shivers down his spine.
"Boy, get out of the way before you end up as part of the street mist."
Takaba glares at the man, "Watch where you drive your damned car then!"
"The sign was red, so you were the one breaking the law. Instead of playing with your cheap toy, why don't you watch where you are going?"
He grits his teeth, knowing the man was right, but he isn't about to back down. "This toy isn't cheap. And it's better than that sorry-excuse-for-a-camera that you rich bastards show off!"
"Really?" the man steps forward, and before he can figure out what was happening, his camera was in the bastard's hands, his shit-eating smirk on his face. "Then maybe I should keep it. I do enjoy the classics."
He glares, "Give me my camera back!" and was about to rush at the smirking asshole when a cool feeling enters his head and he hears her voice.
Aki! What's taking you soo damn long!? You know what? I'll just send Porto to get you!. Suddenly, he feels himself getting sucked into a portal and before anyone could blink, the cheeky boy was gone.
The man stares at the spot where the boy was. Was this the interesting feeling he had gotten a month before? It sure felt different, but was perfectly recognizable, the thrill of the chase. He smirks, finally finding an interesting prey.
