A/N: Chapter three has arrived; here we get a glimpse into Chou's school-life.


Chou is a student at the Wakoku International Academy. At age sixteen, he is a senior, is the highest-ranking student, and is expected to graduate magna cum laude. He has a major in biochemistry with a minor in mathematics. After graduation, Chou intends to attend the Edo Post-graduate Academy in Tokyo and obtain a doctorate degree.

How could all of this be possible? According to IQ testing, Chou had an IQ of 800. Is such a high number for a boy so low in age humanly possible? Is Chou not in fact human at all? Is he a cyborg, as his fellow students adolescently gossiped? Is he a fallen angel? Did God himself, or perhaps Mephistopheles under Satan's commands, bestow upon him such wisdom for a fortune more valuable than nirvana?

Only a select few know the truth, just as they knew of his multitude of psychic capabilities. If it were to be revealed, Chou would become a phenomenon. Any idol or pop-star would be old news if Chou descended to fame. Yet, he would be a target of scientific experimentation, exploitation by the government, or perhaps become the main-attract of the circus. Come one, come one, come see Chou the Boy Wonder as he levitates a one-ton elephant with a simple thought! If the truth were to be told, he would become more of an outcast, a scapegoat, a victim of bullying. It was horrid enough to be cursed with such gifts to have these gifts cause one misery.

Yet, Chou couldn't waste his energy on such thinking; he was in biochemistry class. The instructor, Professor Léo Gagne, a Frenchmen, was lecturing about the foundations of enzymology. Chou felt obligated to take notes on the subject, despite his ease in understanding the topic, just as he had ease with any other educational topic. With the advantage of a photographic memory, he was able to quickly write every word spoken by Professor Gagne. He was still slightly affected by the seizure he experienced early that morning. Jamais vu was still prominent, altering his ability to focus. After futile attempts to remain focused, Chou looked over at his friend Carmelo Bassi, an Italian. His Aryan likeness, Chou speculated, could send him to federal prison for even the mildest offense. In the midst of his lack of concentration, he had a vision of himself playing mahjong with a man in a suit. It was a faint vision without audible sound, but it made him contemplate why he would be playing mahjong with a stranger.

Finally, the bell rang. This wasn't necessarily a good thing, for Chou did genuinely enjoy biochemistry. In fact, it was his enjoyment of biochemistry, and the fact he was the adopted son of the dean of the academy, that caused him to practically abandon his other excessive hobbies. Chou believed his parents would be proud that he was trying to find his place in this world that seems fragmented like an uncompleted jig-saw puzzle. Ever since his parents' deaths, Chou had wished to please them as they sat by the heavenly throne of Emperor Jimmu, or at least as he liked to imagine.

It was a night in mid-summer when Chou and his parents were driving home from an astronomy convention. Two feuding yakuza clans were fighting as they pulled off the highway. What started as a simple fist-fight became a shoot-out in the name of honor. As members of the clans were blocking the roadway, the Yu family endeavored to, without confrontation, simply continue driving. In a fit of blind fury, one clan shot at the car, shattering the windows and denting the exterior. However, Da and Makoto did not survive the ordeal. Chou, only eight-years-old at the time, remained perplexed and distressed by the incident. Luckily, a good Samaritan called the police and an ambulance. Chou was rushed to the Wakoku International Hospital, a section of the academy. Upon hearing Chou's story, Dean Wardell Huxley immediately adopted Chou. If was after living with Huxley for a time when Chou turn his interests over to biochemistry, as well as be able to attend high-ranking schools and attend the Wakoku International Academy free of charge.

The students proceeded to their next class. "Chou," called Professor Gagne. "May I have a word with you?" Somewhat dazed, Chou replied, "Oui," as he was also fluent in French and was able to converse in the mother-tongue of his instructor.

"You appeared to be pale and light-headed. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just had a little seizure this morning."

"Oh, do you need to lie down in the infirmary?"

"No, that won't be necessary."

"Well, I wanted to show you something." On Professor Gagne's desk was a beaker resting atop a Bunsen burner with an electricity outlet. A laptop with an electrical cord was plugged into the outlet. "I'm doing an experiment. I have here a strand of ubiquitin." He reveals a container carrying the strand of ubiquitin. "If I place it in a Bunsen burner, submerged in water, it should have some sort of reaction. I typed a code into the computer that should act as a pseudo-enzyme. Oh, there is no water in this Bunsen burner." The professor was aware of Chou's powers, and sought for him to use hydrokinesis. "Chou, would you be so kind?"

"Sure." With little effect, Chou filled the beaker with water.

"Okay, so I will now place the ubiquitin in the beaker." Professor Gagne revealed forceps and grasped the substance with them. He gently placed the strand into the beaker. "Oh, Chou, could you start a fire?"

"Sure." As if igniting a candle, Chou caused a small flame to appear under the beaker. The professor expected an immediate reaction, yet no reaction was to be witnessed. Bewildered, Professor Gagne turned over to his laptop, reviewing the code he typed.

"Hmm, perhaps there's an error in the code. I can't seem to think of what it could be." Chou approached the laptop and scanned the code. One equation popped out at him: pi over two plus two times the square-root of 4 times nine over eleven times pi times five. The equation wasn't correct. Chou edited the equation to be pi over two plus three times the square-root of 4 times nine over eleven times pi times five. With the simple altercation, the ubiquitin glowed.

"My goodness! It worked! Chou, what did you do?"

"Well, you had one error. The equation was supposed to be pi over two plus three times the square-root of 4 times nine over eleven times pi times five. That seemed to have been why there was no reaction."

"Thank you, Chou, my dear boy! I shall thank you in my speech."

"What do you plan on doing with this, anyway?"

"I don't know yet. But, everything has a purpose, and this neat experiment shall prove to be purposeful in the scientific community! Maybe the leader himself will give me a medal!" Professor Gagne chuckled, as did Chou to appear supportive of the eccentric man who supported the government for fear of deportation.


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