A/N: sorry it was such a long time since I updated, I had some… delays! Well I had my cheer competiton, school, and went to a beach house party so you know haha lol!

Enjoy!

Takahiro sat next to Akihiko, in the grayness of the city. For it was Winter and the seasons passed for many long months. The tall black building seemed to protect and watch over them as they towered strong, and tall. White filled the world, leaving it as though it was a black piece of paper, just a plain piece of useless paper.

Snow began to fall though, coming in bits and pieces that seemed to bring back horrible memories to those who witnessed the past of the world. Blue clashed with white as the man shifted, gazing as though lost in space at the blank scenery. Violet eyes mixed with white as his eyes softened, a mix of love and hurt, as he looked at the man beside him. Takahiro sighed, "Misaki… his power… it's just… uncontrollable. He has succeeded in the tiniest bit with my help, but yet…it still fails. He controls it, but it controls him.

"an estimate of how he controls it would be 10%… how much it controls him… the rest of the 90%." Takahiro grew more annoyed, as well as sorrow built up inside the man. Akihiko cursed silently, he had forgotten about the Project. "that's why I need you!" Takahiro said.

Akihiko felt shocked, "what?"

"you're the only one who can help him, he's out of options, if he can't control it soon enough… he would be a monster…the end of life as we know it…the monster of this world," he said as he closed his eyes thinking of blood, gore.

Akihiko remembered the solitude he would gain from his brother, and he felt to be giving in every second but also for the sake of Takahiro. "all right…" he paused, but hesitated, " I'll do it"

Takahiro smiled at Akihiko and silence filled them both as the snow gave the emotions away.

XXX

Night came over, the outside world was as silent as a murder case. Takahiro laid in his bed, unable to sleep. He thought and thought of what would happen to Misaki of he ended up not being able to take full control of his power.

And what would happen if Misaki was able to, what would happen then? He shifted uneasily, he wouldn't know what to do. He just hoped it worked for the best, if not…disastrous things would happen. And that would be it. All of it. Gone.

But he grew more nervous as he heard a moan from down the hallway. But he knew what it was, Misaki. It could be too late to even begin, or to even hope. He was already transforming into that…beast…that… monster. And there was nothing he could do, until Misaki was finally taking control over it.

Misaki shifted, very uncomfortably, once more. Sprawled out. His dreams turned to nightmares as he envisioned of blood, stainless blood. Nightmares seemed to be filling him full of thoughts in the day he could no longer think. Like something was controlling him.

His arm glowed bright green as it transformed into a black, sharp blade. It turned back into an arm. But once again repeated itself. Sweat rolled down, a pained look on his face, as he felt a sharp pain coming from the inside of his mechanical body. Or…its mechanical body.

XXX

Takahiro could already tell by the way Misaki was acting, vague, absent expressions, no movement whatsoever, merciless faces.

He was losing.

8% of him controlling it… 92% of it controlling him.

Winning wasn't an option.

A/N: oh em gee! The middle of the story I already have it planned out! EEP! Cant wait ;D please R&R

NO FLAMING! And sorry for little improper grammar, my keyboard aint the best… (-_-") lol