Oh, oh gods... I did it, I watched the Dramatical Murder ova... The gods damned ova! Its nearly every bit as f*cked up as all the bed ending are in the game! And apparently its all Sly's/Desire's fault and I utterly despise him now. Which is gonna make some parts of this a little hard to write out.

Whisper: (Only there's no Aoba saying Iiyo to Koujaku)

Well, I'm off to the nearest Buddist temple to find where my inner peace vanished to while I wait for them to make an ova of all the good endings.

(Its not gonna happen)

Or, to save on time, I'll just read some sickly sweet and deeply romantic Kouao fics and djs.

Yeah... That's a good idea.

Cries in a corner as Clear amputates Aoba's arms while humming the jellyfish song.

My poor heart!

And to all of you who haven't watched it yet. Don't do it! Its not worth all the pain and tears!

AOBA!

Daemon looked gravely down at the small legless body on the bed, looking for all the world like a ragged doll if not for the steady rise and fall of his chest. His skin seemed to paper-thin, one could see nearly every vein running through the body, blood flowing through human flesh not soft plastic formed into a shape of a half made human sized pleasure doll. The stumps of what used to be his legs unclosed and dripping small coin size amours of blood on the bed due to the metal wraps that they had removed and stitches from him. His eyes hidden fully behind a black blindfold. Despite himself Daemon pulled the thin material away from the boys face a bit and instantly felt his teeth grind together in disgust and revolution.

Nothing short of Elena's death had ever made him feel so... unsettled.

Alidei and Saara were beside him, gazing down at the body on the bed both with haunting looks on their faces. But he knew what they were thinking.

"It was... Veritas who found him, Lord Daemon..." Alidie said breaking the uneasy silence of the room.

"How is she?"

"In the garden... I am sorry."

"It's not your fault... No one could have suspected... something like this... Neither is it his..."

"Do you think he can hear us?" Saara asked finally, looking down at the small body in the bed.

"No... he is sleeping I can tell... Where did you put that robot?"

"I have him locked up in one of the unused cellars. He kept asking... what we are doing with Aoba..." Alidie said, venom in his words.

"Good. You will keep him there until I can get in touch with Verde." Daemon said as he placed a feather light hand above the boys eyes. Mist pored from the tips of his fingers and seems to seep through the blindfold as he did so the thin material slipped off his face the mist receded slowly, his eyelids flickered but did not open. His head turned slightly to the left looking peaceful in his sleep, his skin stretched almost unnaturally against his collarbone as he did so. Carefully Daemon pulled back an eyelid revealing unfocused blue eye the same as his own. "I doubt these are his natural color but he has more things to worry about now. Even like this I know this he looks a to be a little younger than you, Saara..." Daemon said moving a hand lower, placing a hand above his hip and mist began to coil around the lower part of his body forming legs.

When he was done Daemon covered him with the blankets. "Look after him, I'm going to see to the robot. He might not be in his right mind when he wakes up and I want to know where he is from. Saara give him some of your clothes."

"Yes, Lord Daemon." the two of them saluted as he left. When he was gone they looked at each other and then to the one on the bed, he was sleeping peacefully, as if nothing had happened to him. He looked so beautiful, filled with life. Possible a glimpse of what this man used to be like Alidei supposed. He could tell it by just looking at his sleeping face. He found people easier to read when they were sleeping for that is when they cannot lie. Fun loving, a rebel. Caring and concerned for the well beings of others... And so very beautiful... His name suites him. Very much so...

"He must have... a strong will to live... I know I wouldn't be able to go through what he did for long... It looks like its been going on for a while at that too..." Saara spoke after a long moment of uneasy silence causing the older man to break from his thoughts. The butler looked up at the cook whose eyes were on the one on the bed. In the years to come he would be happy that they hadn't found Riishky until quite some time after all of this was settled as he would...

"Half a year," Alidei swallowed heavily, speaking as if he had a lump in his throat. "I can tell by how thin he looks..." He should know, It was how he had looked when he had seen himself in the mirror in Veritas' room before the moon flooding the room through the broken window. "He hasn't been washed properly in that long either. There was... something I found on him when I was cleaning him up... on his thighs..."

"...Y-you mean he was... That thing... Did..." The Finnish youth didn't have it in him to finish what he was saying, the very idea made him sick anyway. All he needed was to look into Alidei's eyes to know it was the truth.

"...Yeah." Though outwardly Alidei was as calm as he could be in a situation like this, inwardly he was shaking with rage and anger unlike anything he had ever felt before.

That Sodding bastard!

(A.N. Did I mention that this takes place in a reconnected bad ending by the way? 'Cause it does)

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~~~~~~~~~ Two weeks later ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aoba had made up his mind to leave the only problem is how to explain it and when.

He was allowed to leave his room. But he couldn't take the risk it, he didn't want himself to be taken over by him. There was a bathroom connected to his room that was very spacious with marble flooring with a large bath tub that he swore looked like more like swimming pool and could fit just as much inside, hand towels made from silk. Rich people, do they know where to draw the line? All most felt like he was back in Glitter again.

Anyway...

He had taken a shower for the first time in what felt like years. It felt so refreshing. When he found a few paris of clothes on the bed as well whenever he went beck inside. Over time his meals were added on too until he was allowed to eat three times a day.

He was thankful for all of that because several times Veritá had come into his room to try and talk to him, but he would pretend to be asleep feigning recovering. He remembered she had lingered by his bedside, feeling her eyes on him as he lay under the covers, possible knowing that he was lying. It helped that she was out of the house a lot, but at the same time Daemon also went with her making it difficult since he knew the man would not let him leave without a good reason. He doubted whether Saara or Alidei would believe him. Daemon was the one who said he would listen to what he would say, he did tell him he would when he was ready to tell them.

So it was on this rainy day he found himself in a drawing-room waiting for Daemon as rain power outside with the fire roaring behind him. After a time his eyes fell upon one of the pictures along the wall. It depicted a woman wearing red all in red her dark hair tied up in a tight pony tail, she reminded him a bit of Veritá he thought his eyes falling on the red rose tattoo on her cheek. And another between two windows closed tight, depicting a woman with long blond hair, blue eyes and a kind smile, sitting on a chair with a back drop that looked suspiciously like the garden outside. She was pretty, he supposed. There was another of a man on the farthest wall that he didn't have time to see.

"Do you like these paintings?" Daemon asked coming to stand beside him.

"Ah! Yes however made these must be very talented." It looks almost too real. Aoba said, startled at the mans sudden appearance startling a little, he had heard no footprints on the hard wood floor. As if he had read his thought Daemon smiled.

"I apologize if I startled you, Aoba..."

"Its fine don't worry about it, I guess I was just looking to closely at the pictures," Aoba shrugged smiling slightly.

Daemon looked as if he had got that answer a lot. "These were all made by Veritá..." he said, looking up at the painting of the woman in red fondly rather like an uncle at a favorite niece.

"She's very talented for her age. You must be very proud of her."

"Thank you Aoba I am... Do you wish to know who this person is?"

Aoba nodded.

"She was the eighth boss of the Vongola family. Powerful in her own right and level headed... She reminds me a lot of Veritá... They both held Giotto in high regard as well..." Daemon nodded to the farthest wall to where the man Aoba had glimpsed was.

"Vongola?"

"Ah yes, I doubt you would know... I suppose you are familiar to the mafia right?"

"Uhh... Do you mean like the yakuza?"

"I suppose that you might be right in saying that... However... they are not a simple bloodstained Mafia... at least not anymore," a slight smile came upon the elder mans lips.

Aoba looked up at Daemon and as he did so he felt a throb in his head that made him doubled over in pain.

"Is something wrong?" Daemon asked, turning his gaze back to him a look of concern in his eyes just as Veritá walked by, looked in understood the situation right away and quickly came into the room.

"Its... it's just... I get really bad headaches sometimes..." Aoba grunted holding onto the side of his head. "Regular medicine doesn't help so I had to take special medicine made by gran. I don't think you have something like that here." It was no use, he would just have to wait until...

Accept it... All the pain will stop if you do...

No...

ACCEPT IT.

"Is it this?" Veritá asked, pulling a small container from her pocket that Aoba recognized instantly.

"Thanks... Where did you find them?" Aoba asked, relieved as he took the box from her hands.

"I... found them in the grass next to you," Veritá said quickly.

Aoba nodded, missing the look Daemon passed to Veritá as he took the pill.

"Is there something you wanted to talk to me about, Aoba?" Daemon asked, after he was done.

"Yes, sir there is something I want to talk to you about." Aoba said as lightening flashed outside.

"Privately?"

"Yes."

Daemon nodded shortly to both Saara and Alidei who both turned on their heels and left the room. Veritá gave a slight pout, that in Aoba's opinion made her look like some sort of fox. Maybe it was because of her hair? However she left the room quickly anyway, following after the other two.

"Now... what is it, Aoba?" Daemon asked sitting down on a couch and gesturing for him to sit down too.

It was going to be a long conversation after all.

He told him everything, everything that had happened to him and what he knew of Toue, about Scrap... everything. When he was finished Aoba looked up at Daemon. To Aoba's relief there no hint of disbelief on the other mans face nor was he looking at him as if he were some insane madman. In fact he looked like he suspected all of this.

"Very well Aoba, I never thought you for a normal person to begin with anyway. So since the one who protect you from your other self is no longer beside you, you fear that you may do something terrible to us, to Veritá?"

"Yes, that is why I have to leave."

". . . No, you can't." Daemon sighed heavily.

"Why."

"Come now I know you are not stupid. Haven't you ever wondered about why it is your legs are real flesh and not robotic and your eyes are working perfectly?"

"Yes I did... and what is that...?" Aoba asked, apprehensive of the answer he would soon get.

"...Because they are mere illusions created by me."

In his mind he heard his other self grunt and hiss a little but little else. Slowly as if against his will he looked down at his trembling limbs... So that was it. He started... a hand moving to his eyes he had never had time to consider but his eyes... he had always thought that it was a trick of the light. Inwardly he scoffed at the idea. How in any sort of way to you confuse blue for hazel?

No shit...

"So you can't really leave, Aoba... You can't go home either. There is no place called Midrojima anywhere in this world. There is no company called Toue and if there was Verde would no doubt be working for them, and the year is not 2045. It is more than likely that you came from a world different from out own. There is another just like that..." Daemon frowned remembering that Byakuran had a resemblance to the android.

The fire cracked and the wood fell apart, Daemon got up from the coach picked up a pocked and prodded at the wood.

"I am sorry," he said not looking at him. Aoba merely nodded his head. Daemon turned and opened his mouth before a small sound by the entrance made him stop.

Veritá had come back into the room looking pleadingly at Daemon for a moment before walking over to Aoba and touching his hand.

"Let me show you something, Aoba." Veritá said and led him over to the furthest wall. Soon Aoba was looking up at a portrait of a man with gravity defying blond hair. Koujaku would have a heart attack if he had been forced to tame it. Ocean blue eyes with a somewhat somber look in their very depths. Dressed in a pin stripe suit with metal hanging from it and He didn't know why but he looked a little familure to him.

Somehow.

"This is Giotto the first generation boss of the Vongola. Aniki has already told you about the Vongola right?"

"Yes... You mean family as in a mafia family right?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, but... Why do you have a portrait of a mob family in your home?" Aoba asked, remembering Koujaku's words concerning such matters.

"Because I am his direct decedent. My... my mother is the current boss. And don't look at me like that! Humph.. the Vongola first started as a viguanty group that protected those who could not protect themselves."

"What happened...?"

"Giotto, the first boss feared the Vongola he created would be destroyed because of the power it gained so he got rid of some of it. After that Elena, she is the lady in the dress, was caught up in an attack by the enemy and soon died in aniki's arms. He swore he would make a feared Vongol. He betrayed Giotto and made him step down. After that the Vongola was stepped in darkness and has been so ever since. The tenth boss of the Vongola is a man with a soft and weak heart who could never hope to bring the Vongola completely out of the darkness it was brought to."

Aoba nodded slowly and soon frowned. "Wait... You said that the head of the current Vongola is your mother." The aqua haired man said slowly.

"...Yes... My mother is also my father..."

A pin could be heard dropping if it wasn't for the sound of fire cracking and pounding rain outside.

". . . Huh? Are you joking or something?" Aoba finally asked. His usual look of disbelief on his face.

No way.

"Your legs and eyes are illusions, you just told us that you have three different versions of yourself, one is in a robotic dogs body by the way. And you were born in a lab. Does a male giving birth really sound that strange to you now?"

"..."

"I thought not..."

"...How?"

"There... there is a doctor that my father knew who created a pill to give to woman who could not have babies. My father took it, mistaking it for... something else. A short time later padre had his way with him. After it was reveled I was going to be born he told him that he could do whatever he wanted with me and would have nothing to do with me. He left father alone and when I was born he sent me to an orphanage, where I was adopted by a couple who did this and so much more to me." Veritá pulled her hair back a bit the light throwing the scar in harsh reality. "It went on like that for a while before the powers I had inherited from both of my parents stated to manifest from within my very being. After that aniki found me. But I don't blame him. My father did not want me to have that sort of life... I don't hate him... Padre on the other hand.."

"Is that the only reason you hate him? Even if that's the case..." Aoba's voice broke away as he saw the look in the girl's eyes.

"Tch... Padre want's to use father's body to ignite a war within the mafia and then use him up to the limit of his powers to destroy the world itself. He hates the world, my padre. That's the kind of man he is and he still wasn't to. He'll use me too if he can... He'll use any means to achieve his goals..."

Aoba was silent as he listened to her, he didn't know what to say to any of that. Vertiá eyes were hard and cold, she wasn't lying.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." I'm the one who should be...

"But... why did you tell me this?"

Veritá gazed at him and smiled, she was tall for her age and came up to about his chest.

"Because there are just things in life that you just have to accept. I accepted my fathers decision long ago... Despite how much it might have hurt. I realized that I shouldn't hate him... He just... wanted me to live a normal life after all... He didn't want me to know the feeling of having his hands covered in blood... He couldn't have known what happened to me. But this power..." Raising a fist to her face dark and yet translucent flames appeared to emerged from her knuckles and the center of her forehead, her eyes becoming somehow even more sharper, the amber brown obscured by her hair and leaving the blue looking as cold as ice and as sharp as diamonds. "This power to protect those who cannot protect themselves... All what my honored great-grandfather stood for... I will use it for that reason and that reason only."

Aoba stared seemingly transfixed at the fire flowing from the girl's gloved fist for a moment before he felt sweat dropping down the back his head. Why aren't these people ruling the world? he thought gravely before something Veritá had just said clicked a gear on in his brain.

"Wait... You said the Vongola had been around for ten generations right?"

"Yes I did..." Veritá said knowing what was coming next.

"And... and... Daemon was with the first boss..." Slowly he turned and looked at Daemon still standing by the fireplace who smiled a amused look in his eyes an eyebrow raised.

"Nufufufu... Yes Aoba, It's exactly what you think it is." Daemon chuckled lightly as he walked past him and stopped beside Veritá. "Yes... I threw away my true body and for several centuries I watched over my ideal Vongola. Nurtured it until not a single hint of the Vongola that Giotto created remained." He looked up at the portrait of his long dead boss and smiled sadly.

"I regret it now, Aoba. Despite how much Sawada Tsunayoshi truly wants to change it back his heart is too weak... He is just not Giotto..." At that moment Veritá was right beside him.

"Even so you did it for Elena... Even if you got it wrong, besides Giotto knows..."

Aoba paused and looked back at the picture of Elena who seems to be smiling at him gently. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Could something be wrong with the illusion?

"So, Aoba. What will you do now?"

Aoba turned back to look at the two of them.

"I'm not sure how I feel, I can't go home and my legs are fake. However I know one thing I will live my life, I am not just a thing that breaths!"

Daemon nodded, approving of his answer.

Veritá walked forwards and took his hands.

"Stay here for a while?" she asked softly.

Aoba smiled and nodded.

Very soon the storm soon became nothing more then a drizzle, an echo of what it used to be. A double rainbow could be seen in the distance as Aoba looked out his dripping window. Somehow he felt tired but not too much. He sighed dropping on his bed reminiscent of the time when he had first gotten the strange demo game. He blinked as he felt a wetness at the corner of his eye soon finding himself thinking of what Veritá had said to him earlier. He sighed, and closed his eyes reaching into his concise reaching a hand out to his other self. He appeared eyes gazing at him with its usual uneasy glow. The area around them was strange a deep moving darkness a single chair decorated it and something else he could't quite make out.

"Strange of you to come to me, Aoba." Sly finally said.

Aoba didn't answer instead he walked the little ways between them. Sly watched him but he didn't move and soon they were face to face.

Aoba took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Ever since that time when I used Scrap on Mizuki I was afraid to use Scrap... I thought going into a persons mind and revealing their deepest secret and breaking their minds was like committing a murder. But I won't deny you any longer. You just wanted to be... accepted right? You're a part of me... I realize that now... Forever and always. You were trying to tell me that every time you speak to me, didn't you? And I only kept pushing you every single time..."

As he talked Desire was taken aback, his mouth was open slightly, staring at himself with a look of shock on his face.

"Are you... accepting me?"

Sly's voice, usually spoken so cold and harsh was spoken almost childishly and made Aoba smile sadly. He didn't have to confirm it they both knew. Sly's eyes seemed to loose their sinister glow as they stared at himself.

Aoba held up his hand palm up and after a moment his other self closed the gap between them.

"Sorry about all this."

Sly looked at him, his eyes holding a strange unreadable emotion within.

He looked almost sad.

Go to sleep. Aoba, he said finally his fingers intwining with his.

Aoba smiled and opened his eyes again and he was back in his room. He moved until he was lying fully on his bed and was about to pull the blankets around him but then he heard something.

Oi! Get up, somethings coming! Sly shouted at him in his mind and Aoba sat up in bed looking around feverishly trying to see who was coming in through the fast approaching darkness.

Hey... If it's too much for you to handle in your state can I take over? Desire asked, a note of excitement in his voice. Aoba didn't have time to answer because at that moment two girls were standing before by his rain washed window. They were dark skinned there eyes hidden behind masks, wearing identical clothing only ones shorts were longer then the others and different style shirts. Other than that they were practically identical with the same shade of lavender hair.

A moment of silence passed before one of them spoke.

"The time has come. The fourth ring has finally reveled itself." Between two fingers the girl held something out to Aoba, a ring like the ones Alidei and Saara wore. "This ring has chosen you, there is no one more worthier of it then you. Will you do it? Will you protect Veritá? Whether you accept it or not it is your fate."

Aoba looked at the ring and could not help but notice how his voice answered despite him not willing it. A voice that was not his or Sly's.

"Yes."

And just like that he was alone in his room. Aboa blinked and before his eyelids opened he felt a heavy and cold presence in the palm of his hands. The girls were gone and the palm of his hand Aoba held the ring sitting innocently against his flesh glowing in the soft moonlight. It looked like another typical ring except it had a dark translucent stone and the center was engraved an image of a dark planet that seemed to shine like the rays of the sun form within its very depths, it was just like the other two with the same pattern within.

It seemed to spark the moment it touched his skin, sending waves of power through him.

And suddenly it all but stopped.

Aoba began to fall back, suddenly exhausted though he was still conscious but before he hit the ground he felt himself back being supported by someones knee on his back. He was soon looking up into Daemon's smiling face.

Now any person would naturaly have at the very least a thousand questions after a moment like that but Aoba only had one as he held the ring in his hand.

"Who were those two?"

"They are from the Cervello. They are an all female organization that work for the Vongola."

"But you said-"

"The Vongola Decimo does not know that they are here. It was Sir Giotto who told them to bring these rings to us." Behind him were both Saara and Alidie moving into the room, standing on either side of Veritá like body guards.

"Should have known," Saara smiled slightly, gazing at the ring still in the palm of his hands. It seemed to glow slightly in the moonlight behind Aoba. "There's no other worthier then you to have that ring, Aoba..."

"What is this thing anyway?" Aoba asked, looking up at the ring and then to Daemon.

"One of the rings of the heavens... The ring of Pluto." The older man told the younger as Saara and Alidei approached him.

"Well I guess we should show Aoba our rings as well. We'll be working together from now on anyway." Saara said smiling slightly. Alidei nodded a slight smile on his face as well.

*"I possess the Ring of Sirius..." Saara smiled pleasantly, holding his ring hand up so that light from the moon glinted upon it.

"I'm the holder of the Ring of Triton. Aladie said, smiling softly mirroring Saara motion.

Veritá walked into the room a ring glistening on her finger just like there others glinting in the moonlight. Soon she was standing right above Aoba before bending down until the two of them were face to face. Veritá smiled gently at him. "Aoba... I'm sorry. It is selfish for me to ask you to protect me after what happened to you, however, by accepting the ring you are now my friend, my comrade and my family..."

Aoba stared at the girl for a moment before exclaiming.

"But... I'm ten years older than you!"

Veritá blinked frowning slightly

"I'm not ten years younger than you."

Just shut up Aoba and deal with it, have you forgotten about Mink? Sly said suddenly, a hint of... something in his voice.

". . . What about Mink!?"

While Aoba was yelling at nothing the others were in the background looking stunned and amazed.

"Should we tell him that we can all hear him?" Saara asked blandly.

"Maybe someday, just not now." Daemon answered.

"Oh my..." Veritá sighed placing a hand in from of her mouth in mock shock.

"Kids gonna end up in a mental hospital if this keeps up," Alidie muttered.

~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~ Later the next day~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Verde hummed a soft tune as his car pulled up in front of Daemon's mansion. He smiled pleasantly as he walked up to the door. It was always so interesting coming here and by the contents of that letter that had been sent to him it seemed to be that this little trip turn out to be quite interesting indeed.

He knocked once on the door in his usual manner. Strangely enough Daemon answered the door. Were Alidei and Saara busy with something?

"Ah Verde, good you came. Follow me please." Verde smiled, walked inside and followed the other man to a door in the middle of a dark hallway with no knob on it. He watched as Daemon placed a hand on the solid door and it opened.

Tricky mist powers. he thought as he was led down a flight of stairs to where the noises of someone could be heard, muffled and dull against the walls. Verde soon stepped onto a virtual surface and he was soon looking upon a pathetic figure tied to a chair a cloth in his mouth.

"Fascinating..." Verde sighed in reverence as he gazed down at the robotic body at his feet. It was dirty yes but nothing he wasn't used to. Pink eyes gazed up at him apprehensively. He was every bit as fascinating as Daemon had wrote to him.

"And you say I can do what I want will with it?" he asked turning to Daemon who was standing at the steps shadowing the only light in the room besides those of lamps.

"Certainly."

"Heh... I must say, you are much more fun then Mukuro ever was, even if you won't let me see to this Aoba boy," The scientist chuckled as he gazed back down at the cyborg a trickle of fear appearing in them as he said it.

Good. Whatever Daemon had been done to him would be nothing compared to what he would do. Sure he would have liked to experiment on this Aoba but he figured that since half of his body was gone and replaced by illusions there was no real point. Oh he had been told about the whole event surrounding him and strangely it seemed he still had a heart of a human enough to feel a slight twinge in it.

Yeah, he'd leave that kid alone.

"Get him out of here as soon as you can."

"In a merry mood, Daemon?" Verde asked pleasantly as a few of his men came down the stairs.

"Ecstatic..." Daemon smiled watching the android trying to struggle out of Verde's assistance grip before being carried out kicking and screaming as bast he could.

~~~~~~~~~~Lazy scene transition~~~~ ~~~~~

The light was bright, it was far too bright and he needed to close his eyes, but he couldn't for there was a device holding his eyelids open that made it impossible for him to do that. He needed to shield his eyes but his arms and legs and torso were strapped tightly against him. Slowly he turned to the man who had brought him here, who presently had his back to him, the sound of a pen on paper met his ears.

"What did I do wrong?" Clear practically whimpered looking to the mana few feet away from him, who at this moment was sorting something through from instruments on a table beside him. The man did not answer him instead he slowly turned around to face him, his cold eyes looked down at him as he was strapped to the examination table.

"You are not human so it should not matter much what happens to you or what I do to you. Besides I can learn a lot from you. I could care less about what you did, however... A certain beneficiary of mine seemed to have taken an interest in what you did to a person that he recently took into his household and family..."

Clear blinked, his eyes widening in realization of who he was talking about. How dare they, how dare they touch his Aoba, his perfect Aoba. His beautiful, perfect doll Aoba. Back then in the garden they had all looked at him like he was some sort of mad animal that needed to be put down, an infectious sickening disease upon the earth. That strange haired man as well. He had made him see so many terrible and upsetting things for so very long. Why couldn't they all just realize he was only trying to make Aoba happy? They had no right! It was none of their business! He wanted to be happy with his beautiful, colorless doll!

"There's nothing wrong with Aoba-san. He is absolutely perfect the way he is! Don't you dare touch him! DON'T YOU..." as the android shouted furiously at the man, struggling against the bounds keeping him down he soon felt a thousands of painful electric surges coursed through his body and he screamed in pain, however he would soon find that this would be nothing compared to what was soon to come.

Though Verde did not even flinch at his words, the scientists voice and eyes seemed to grow a bit colder, making Clear feel a bit unnerved, espacelly when he saw what he held in his hands.

"It isn't that I really care what you say or not, however I suggest you watch what you say. Some of my men will become... hostile towards you. "Now then... I hear that your voice can control people and I cannot take the risk of you trying to take control to get out of here... I'll study the rest of you afterwards."

Clear gulped looking up at the scalpel hanging just inches above his eyes sliding across his nose down to his throat. The situation finally becoming clear to him.

"Don't do this..."

"Is that the same thing he said to you?" Verde asked mildly, the scalpel hanging just inches above his throat in his calm hands. "And are those going to be your last words?"

"No. I made Aoba-san perfect!" Clear shouted desperately as he felt the point of the scalpel sink into his fake skin touching the wires beneath.

"Perfect...!"

"Per..."

"GGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!"

Yeah... Can you say rushed? 'Cause it was. As rushed as Ren's bad ending in the ova that is.

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Gods please help me.

*Saara pronouces The ring of Sirius by the way it looks by the way.