{Eidolon/Adam's POV}

"Eden? Eve, that's... That's... To do that, you'd have to hand-pick people to populate that." I said in disbelief, shaking my head.

"It's what we were meant to do." she said softly.

"Eve... Please, are you feeling alright? Should we have your brother look at you?" I asked in concern.

"Her brother is well-aware of this goal, and fully supports it."

I spun around to look at Tyrone, who was closing the study-door. I swallowed, suddenly beginning to sweat as I trembled. This was starting to feel very not okay...

"Eve was made, not born. She was made for the purpose of recreating Eden. And you, Adam, were chosen to be her partner." Tyrone said, not moving from in front of the door.

"No, that... that can't be done! You'd have to force the world through so much change all at once, you'd tear it apart, not fix it!" I objected.

"That's why Eve's ordered everything to move slowly. Omega Science Incorporated has taken an environmentally healthy turn, recycling paper, steel and plastic wastes, cleaning and caring for the environment, and even working to rebuild some of the rainforests."

"That alone won't be enough, of course... But like you said. Changing everything at once would not be good for the world." Eve nodded.

I shook my head stubbornly. "It can't be done."

"Where there's a will, there's a way." Tyrone said calmly.

"Please, Adam... Already, around the world, there are people working for this individually, on their own. We can give them what they deserve for their efforts." Eve pleaded, eyes wide as she leaned across the desk.

"I can't help you." I told her, shaking my head. Her eyes flashed. "You're both wonderful people, but a project of such magnitude is next to suicidally insane."

"Adam. Eve sacrificed everything for this. Remember my warning?" Tyrone growled. If he'd had fur, I could guarantee that the patch on his shoulders would be bristling.

"Tyrone." Eve said sharply. Continuing in a softer tone, she said, "Please, Adam... If we can get it just right, we won't have to kill anyone."

I shook my head again. "I... I need to go outside. I need... oh, man, this is nuts..."

Tyrone barely moved enough for me to get out. I was tense the whole time I was within three feet of him. Once I got into the hallway, I forced myself to take a deep breath, moving slowly through the house. I continually ran my hands through my hair.

This... It was just...

I stopped at the top of the stairs, resting one hand on the railing. I stared out the window, wondering when on earth all this crazy shit began happening.

I just needed a little space, a little time to think...

Yeah...

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{Eve's POV}

Logically, we should've expected this from Eidolon. It was the sort of person he was.

I chuckled, a small smile creeping onto my face.

"He really is perfect, isn't he? With that ideal that all things deserve the right to live and whatnot." Tyrone huffed moodily, crossing his arms over his chest. Adding to his childish behavior, his back slid down the door as he sat down, slouching in a very unattractive way.

"Exactly... It's such a shame... I'll have to corrupt those thoughts... We need to do these things. If I can work him over just right, he won't suspect anything and he'll agree to help us." I nodded.

"... Can't you just flat-out brainwash him?"

"No." I said sharply, pointing a warning finger at him. He held his hands up submissively.

Suddenly his phone rang. I waved dismissively. He nodded, sighing as he took it out and answered it. "Y'ello... Yes, it's Doctor Elsworth, whaddya want?... What? You're kidding."

A tinge of fear suddenly crept over our bond, and I raised my to look at him.

"... No, he's only been through the town near here... No, he just went outside... He's not leaving. We've got security, Eve and me. See what you can do to detain them... Yes, even the Dullahan! Dimwit!"

"You're kidding." I said flatly.

Tyrone stood up. "They're coming. They even brought the two from Manhattan that got away, and the Dullahan's with them."

I growled, hands balling up into fists.

"Eve, how'd they find us so fast? They're in Paris right now, asking about Omega, about us, and about Eidolon." Tyrone said, beginning to pace back and forth. He was stressed, and tigers hated staying still under stress. So when that happened, they paced. You didn't have to be psychic to know that.

"Dullahans and their heads are one entity, technically speaking, connected by the soul." I murmured.

"They're using her to track the head." he completed. "Dammit, then it's my fault! You wanted to get rid of it, but I just HAD to keep it for my stupid science-project, I'm so goddamn sorry!"

No... No, we hadn't lost yet... Miss Sturluson had been in Japan for twenty years, right on top of her head, and never known. If we were lucky, we'd have a similar case... Of course, now the head was in the middle of nowhere, a little obvious...

"How close is he to ready?" I asked.

"...?"

"Your project. The head of security." I elaborated.

In Tyrone's mind appeared the patchwork creature from Izaya and Shizuo's dreams. A few quick calculations were done, and then he replied, "He'll be ready for work in about three days."

"Slow them down. Somehow. We've got work to do at the original lab now."

"Eve..."

His eyes were wide as he stared at me in confusion.

"... You're going to destroy the lab?!"

I smirked.

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{Shizuo's POV}

"Nobody I asked has any idea who Eidolon is." Erin said, stuffing in his hands in his pockets.

"The ones we asked were aware that OSI's doing some weird shit, but they haven't had any problems with the bastards." I muttered.

Celty didn't 'say' anything, looking thoughtful. I watched her as Izaya, Fierce and Erin began talking about what to do next.

"Celty?" I said softly.

[My head. It's more]

She stopped typing, looking lost for words.

[lonely.]

"That doesn't really make any sense."

[It's not in any big city, I think. I think it's in the middle of nowhere or something.]

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

Celty and I both jumped as we realized the others were hanging over our shoulders.

"Which direction?" Izaya asked.

Before Celty could reply, there was a knock at the door. Sighing, I got up to answer it. A rather flustered woman stood there, looking about in something akin to fear. "Can I help you?" I asked slowly.

"You... you're looking for Omega, right...? The president...?"

I nodded.

Dark blue eyes flooded with tears. "Please, they took my children!" she cried softly, hiding her face in her hands.

"What?" I gasped, reaching forward to catch her as her knees buckled.

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{?'s POV}

Honestly.

Everyone was so gullible.

No wonder we'd been cast out of Eden.

I reached up, stretching. I groaned as several loud cracks sounded, my back popping back into place.

Now I just had to work on my patchwork doll...

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{Eve's POV}

A burst of static washed over me, making me yelp and jump up, grabbing at my head.

It was accompanied by a sense of dark satisfaction... What... Tyrone, what're you doing?!

... No, it couldn't be him... he was just downstairs playing Chinese Checkers with Adam and two of the guards...

Who... Who was in my head?!

I gasped as the static grew stronger, panting dizzily.

As the static broke, I screamed.

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{Eidolon/Adam's POV}

"She's unconscious!" I yelled.

"What?! Eve doesn't just faint! You, go get the medical kit!" Tyrone barked, pointing at one of the guards. He hurried to obey. "Here, give her here!" Tyrone ordered, sitting across from me. I gingerly handed Eve to him. He began checking her pulse, heartbeat and breathing.

What was going on...? My breath was coming short, fear beginning to override my mind. Why had Eve screamed? What was wrong? Was it my fault?

Tyrone yelled at us all to get out as the medical kit arrived, and we practically tripped over each other in our rush to obey. The guard behind me on the way slammed the door shut behind him. All three of us hung nervously outside the door, pacing, prancing, thumb-twiddling and murmuring incoherently.

Something was seriously wrong and I was going to throttle those responsible.

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"She's alright?" I asked in disbelief.

"I can't find anything wrong with her. I think she's been working too hard." Tyrone nodded.

Stress...? A... panic-attack, or a mental-breakdown...?

I didn't believe that for one minute. Something was wrong. If it wasn't with her body, it was with her mind.

As everyone else left the room, I delicately took Eve's warm hand into my own.

"... Eve... sweetheart... What's wrong? You can tell me. Why are you doing this? What's driving you to do this? You can talk to me." I murmured, holding her knuckles against my lips.

It might've been my imagination, but she seemed to hold tight onto my hand.

"I'm here... I'm here... I want to help you, but... how do you choose who survives and who doesn't?" I lamented, closing my eyes.

"You elect the strong and pure ones..."

My eyes opened to stare into Eve's eyes, gold meshing with auburn and honey. "How do you define that?" I asked, not letting go of her hands.

"Like you."

I sighed, shaking my head softly.

"Eidolon... I was made for this... programmed, almost... I need to do it..."

I touched my forehead to her fingers, holding her hand in both of my own. "I won't help you kill people. It's noble to want to fix the world, but I won't help you kill people. I'll help you with anything but that. I won't kill people, Eve." I said, closing my eyes.

"... Okay... Okay..."

I lifted my head again, wondering why I felt tears burning in the corners of my eyes. She smiled softly, her free hand cupping my cheek. I leaned into her touch, sighing.

"C'mere..." she smiled, gently pulling on me.

I obliged, leaning forward. Somewhat hesitantly, I pressed my lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

As we parted, I felt a few of the tears slip free.

"Eve... I love you, okay...?"

Her eyes widened a little, her hand squeezing mine. "... I love you too..."

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A/N: I want reviews now, okay?

Even your rage at Eve.

I still need names. It's becoming urgent that I get these names, okay? You guys gotta help me!