Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No real persons were used and harmed while making this and the characters used in this work of fiction are not mine. I do not make any profit from making this and do not plan to.
Warning: Human/Animal abuse, dirty language, spelling and grammar mistakes, possible missing words and letters. Yaoi and quite possibly yuri, if I feel like it. Normal pairings also, maybe…
Thank you for understanding and if any of the before mentioned offends you then please turn back now. You have been warned.
Pairing: OT6 (Fuji/Atobe/Tezuka/Sanada/Yukimura/Echizen)
Side pairings: Unknown
Song of reference: Adam Lambert – For Your Entertainment
For Your Entertainment
Chapter Two: Different.
'-The new batch of artificial solders have been sent to the outskirts of Shaia, in hopes that they will be able to suppress the rebellion back into the intelligent pe- ' the rest of the announcement was cut off and a new face shoved up on the screen.
'—we said before that there might be casualties in various numbers. Just like Major Liam just said in his speech, the current number of lost soldiers might now be over the four digit number predicted last year In the cou-' once again the channel a changed.
'—Yes, the new biologically altered solders will be able to withstand the nuclear bomb attack from Rial. We, the scientist of Shaia, believe that in the near future the possibility of- ' the screen faded into a black mass of nothingness and soon the soft buzz of the electronic was gone.
The only occupant of the room, decorated with the ancient artifacts of the destroyed countries and the once rich and peaceful world, now sunken into blood and wars that came one after another, got up from the black leather sofa. The heads of animals that could once be seen running in the wild, hung on the walls, watching him move with the hollow, lifeless glass eyes.
As he walked deeper into the core of the house, hallway after a hallway, like a never-ending maze mentioned in one of those fairy tale books meant for small children, he turned here and there, already memorized the correct passages and short-cuts. Soon, a soft melody filled the empty hallways, jumping off of the walls and running deeper into the house and was swallowed by the darkness. The teen didn't waver on his way; he kept walking straight ahead, closer to the source of the melody, played on the piano.
As the door creaked open and the teen entered the illuminated room, two pairs of eyes turned on him and a soft 'welcome back' could be heard though the notes fluttering in the air. He sat down on one of the soft chairs placed somewhat in front of the piano, but at the same not, and smiled. "Tadaima."
One of the two that were listening to the play until now furrowed his brows a bit. "You didn't go anywhere Seiichi. No need for that, you know it." Yet, there was no anger in his voice.
"But Mitsu," the one called as Seiichi laughed a bit, "it's only a play. There is no harm in it, as long as we keep it to ourselves." His eyes shifted to look at the one playing the piano, his face scrunched up in concentration, "I love Genichirou's piano. It's so calming and yet slightly mysterious at the same time."
Tezuka, also called Mitsu by his lovers, softened his features and ruffled Seiichi's hair. The one sitting in front of the piano smiled, the melody changing ever so lightly. The forth boy that was in the room widened his, almost always, permanent smile and drummed his fingers on the small wooden table next to the chair he was sitting on.
"I wonder where Kei is. He said he would be home sooner." Fuji lightly asked to the other three in the room, not really caring which one of them will answer, or answer at all.
The one by the piano, Sanada was his name, stopped playing and turned to face Fuji, his eyes partly hidden by the shadows from under his bangs and his expression was one that spoke of seriousness. "He said he had business with his father. But I got a message from him, saying that he suddenly has something very important to take care of."
Seiichi looked up at the ceiling, painted in white and the drawings in golden lines played on the white background, the eyelids covering the purple orbs as he let out a quiet breath. "If anything happens we will be the firsts to know about it." He lifted his arm up, one finger pointing up at something imaginary, "Besides, didn't he say that today is the Auction?"
"Returnees?" Tezuka asked just to make sure; all of them knew what auctions meant in this period of human existence. All knew what the returnees really referred to, also; what was the real truth behind that one word.
Seiichi nodded silently. "They were talking about it on the wave too. Even interrupted my show with all that crap about the war; I'm so tired of all the interesting news about how many we have killed and how many have died already." His eyelids slowly fluttered open, "Didn't we already kill the world once acting like this?"
The doctor, specializing in patients of these kinds of cases, carefully examined the half animal/half human creature sleeping on the metal table in front of him. Wires, connected to different places of the creature's body that led to the buzzing and humming machines, tangled when the doctor walked around the table, touching the creature here and there, checking for any broken bones.
"He's quite lucky, you know, Atobe-san." Matsuda snickered, his glasses sliding down his nose ever so slightly, as he scratched his chin, covered in small stubbles, making him look even dirtier than he was. "Any second later and this one would be history, such a shame that would be, he is quite good-looking. Mind giving him to me?" his weasel eyes ran over the exposed and bruised skin of the boy sleeping on the table.
Keigo, crossing his arms in front of himself, glared, "I bought that creature, it's mine. Just make sure that he's treated and is well enough for me to take him home." He glanced at the dirty clock on the wall of the illegal laboratory of one of the biggest black market underground towns, "There are people waiting for me back at home."
"Yes, yes, yes. As the king wishes." There was mockery in the old man's voice and Matsuda did a mock bow, snickering to himself. He then turned to face the nearly dead creature and after a moment of thought yelled out to someone. "MOA, come here and bring injection number seventy three with you. As well as some bandages and some S.H.Y.."
There was the sound of clinking metal and glass, after which a girl, in her teens maybe, walked out of the room that was separated from the rest of the lab with a thick cloth, hung in the doorway as a makeshift door. She was a creature just like the one that belonged to Keigo now, but she had two small deer antlers poking out of the mop of light brown hair and a small deer's tail, that wasn't covered by the disgustingly short jeans skirt. Her skin was light brown too, with darker and lighter spots of brown and white.
She carried the things asked from her to the small table like thing next to the doctor and after throwing a quick, and actually filled with fear, glance at the sleeping boy hurriedly returned to the separated room, not even muttering a word out of her mouth.
Matsuda started to do what he knew the best – repairing that which was broken and healing that which was damaged. Keigo watched as the old man did an injection here and there, smearing something over the boy's neck, bandaging a wound and checking for more injuries. Keigo's frown only deepened and he asked: "Can they talk? The creatures I mean?"
"B.C.W.'s? No, they aren't designed to talk in the first place." Matsuda replied, but then became a bit thoughtful and stopped his work to look at Keigo, "But, but, there are those models that can, extremely rare I tell you. One is worth a sum that consists of six numbers." He didn't turn away, "Because they are, or maybe I should say were, used to spy on the enemy." He returned to his work.
Keigo didn't say anything after that. Inside his mind he tried to remember what had the creature told him at the Ring, but he couldn't force the words to appear. And the language he had spoken in; it wasn't one that was used in Shaia. Only people from Rial spoke in that one.
Matsuda stepped away from the operation table and smirked, rubbing his hands together as a sign that he had outdone himself with this one. He then held out his right hand to Keigo, the left one rubbing his chin. "That will be the price that we talked about before, plus the extra two thousands for S.H.Y.. That stuff isn't cheap you know, much less an everyday thing."
"Sounds fair." The sum of money was placed on the outstretched hand of the old scientist. "Can I count on you when I will need your help in the future? With him." Keigo nodded in the still sleeping boy's direction.
Matsuda recounted the money and snickered again, "But of course, Atobe-san. But of course." With that he turned to leave, "You can take the kid and go home, he will be just fine once he wakes up." After those words he disappeared into the same room that the deer girl, Moa, had come out of. He was accompanied with the sound of braking and shattering glass and a loud shriek.
A/N: I can only hope that this chapter didn't let you down.
Feel free to ask me if you don't get or are confused about something. :)