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A/N: No story of mine has ever required an epilogue and the prospect of finally writing one is rather exciting. And yes, icyangel27, I did mean wedelin-gisela! My apologies. D= Thank you all for sticking with this story!
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Epilogue – In the present.
Dr. Kurosutchi paced back and forth in his pristine white laboratory. Nemu, his ever faithful and ever expressionless assistant stood beside the door. Her empty eyes watched her father as he wore a constant path into the floor tiles.
He has been like this for the past three days. Ever since the subject of Project Agent M disappeared on her most recent mission, the GPS tracker in the back of her neck was taken out and disabled.
Dr. Kurosutchi dispatched every force within his power on a silent manhunt throughout the city. Nothing turned up. Nothing in the vast security footages that covered the entire city, its underground subways and various public places. Nothing in the wireless data of cellphones. She was trained too well, vanishing like a vapour.
And so he paced, putting to work his enormous brainpower –to find the subject he prized beyond all others, even his own daughter.
Click-clack, click-clack. The sound of heels echoed through the hallway outside his door. It made his head snap up and out of its reverie, it was an eerily familiar.
The click-clacking stopped outside his door and it paused there, seeming to contemplate something. Then the heavy metal slowly opened and Dr. Kurosutchi received an eyeful of Tobiume.
His face spread into a huge (albeit freaky) grin.
"My, my. Mary Han, you have been very naughty – " He cut off as the tearstained face of his subject appeared before him. She cocked her gun.
"Shut up!" Her delicate eyebrows furrowed together violently. A single tear slid down her face. "Who am I?"
The doctor stared at her incredulously and a few seconds passed in a tense silence. "My, my. How very vexing. You are Mary Chan, born August 21, 1991. You are twenty years old, live on Thirty-first street, downtown Paris. When you were six years of age, I, Dr. Mayuri Kurosutchi, adopted your ungrateful self from a country orphanage in the county of Versailles. When you were seven and two months old, you – " For the second time she cut him off by throwing a piece of paper at him. When he caught it he realised it was a photograph. A wedding picture under a blooming cherry tree, with Mt. Fuji in the background.
"Let us try this again. Who am I?" She pointed to the picture in his hands with Tobiume. "Who am I? Who is she?"
"I do not know who she is." But his mind worked furiously as he looked at her with a feigned nonchalance. How did she get her hands on a picture of Momo Hinamori?
She looked taken aback for a few seconds. It appears that she expected a different answer. But she composed herself again brilliantly. "She's Momo Hinamori."
"I am Momo Hinamori." She said this slowly, as if she was convincing herself as well as Dr. Kurosutchi. "I am married to Toshiro Hitsugaya... I know this. This is true. I..." She stopped as she blinked away more tears that had threatened to fall. Dr. Kurosutchi couldn't help but be slightly impressed at these deductions she made.
"I know this is true... I feel it to my core. I know. I know. But... I don't ... remember anything about it. What have you done to me, Mayuri Kurosutchi?" At this a shot rang out, and Dr. Kurosutchi shut his eyes and braced himself for a painful bullet wound, but none came. When he opened his eyes, he found that his subject was not pointing the gun at him, but at his daughter. Nemu lay dead on the ground, bleeding from a head wound.
"What did you do my memories?" His subject was now yelling hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Why can't I remember? Why me? Why did you make me kill... " She fell to her knees and broke off sobbing on the ground.
Dr. Kurosutchi looked at her with detached eyes. His greatest experiment was coming apart before his eyes.
"Six years ago on a sunny day in April," He began in a quiet voice. "I saw a young Japanese dancer that was perfect for my subject. You see, I was only a PhD candidate, desperate to make my mark in the scientific community. A neuroscientist who researched drugs to prevent, slow, or reverse Alzheimer, but I stumbled on something much greater. "
He smiled at her dejected form then, eyes shone as he remembered something amazing. "It was a neurotoxin that erased memories from the hippocampus. It allowed me to build and shape anyone I wanted. Implant new memories in the hazy vulnerable few days when the hippocampus tries to adapt a whole new series of neural connections. I gave you new memories, and made you – "
"They never felt real." The figure on the ground didn't look up as she spoke.
"Really? Hm." Dr. Kurosutchi put on his most thoughtful face. Then grinned at her. "it's because all those memories had no emotional connection, of course!" She looked up at stared at him, and he chuckled. "You see, my dear subject, your emotional memories were untouched in the amygdala. Thats why you were so sure that you were Momo Hinamori, and felt some kind of emotional connection to Toshiro Hitsugaya. Thats why I had you kill him, I wanted to see – "
He never got to finish his sentence. Momo Hinamori raised Tobiume so quickly he couldn't follow it and shot a bullet through his forehead before he could comprehend what was happening.
Then Momo Hinamori brought the gun to her own temple, and closed her eyes. She pictured the smiling face of Toshiro Hitsugaya on the wedding day she will never remember and sent him a silent, heartfelt apology.
And pulled the trigger.
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A/N: This concludes Agent M. It has been a blast! Love your lovely reviews, so hit me with em. :] Hit me with more HitsuHina fanfics too! Oh, and yes, I including several science nerdiness, I hope you didn't mind. :]
For this chapter… I recommend… hmmm. Circularity by , it's probably the most bittersweet one-shot I have ever read. As always, it's on my favourites!