Akihito glared at the men standing before him. The men were far taller than any human had the right to be. Muscle was packed so tightly on them that they looked like a bubbling mass about to explode. Like something out of an anime. They all had bald heads and gun metal eyes. Akihito found himself eternally grateful that he had not ended up like these bastards.
He did not feel pity for them however. No, every last one of these ugly, inhuman men had a good life. They were the sons of the Takaba family after all. Bred upon innocent women and underaged girls, who've been kidnapped and sold upon the flesh market. Some had even been kidnapped by the Takaba family personally. The woman and girls were brought to the Takaba family mansion, where they were held captive. From documents he had stolen, Akihito knew that they under went intense medical examination. Those who failed, were executed. The ones who passed, were locked up and used as broodmares for the Takaba men.
The children born in that world were tested for imperfections. If an imperfection was found, the child was killed and tossed away. As if it were unimportant. If a healthy child was born male, they were biologically modified until they became like the abominations standing before Akihito now. Healthy girls were kept locked away. The only records of their existence locked away in the documents of the Takaba family. The documents he had stolen never stated what happened to them, but Akihito could guess.
The door leading into the room he was in, opened. An elderly man with solid gray hair, brown eyes and of average height entered. He wore a pair of slate gray pants, a hideous pale pink shirt and way too expensive shoes. Akihito recognized him instantly. Takaba Haideki. Father to Takaba Haru, head of the Takaba family and Akihito's grandfather.
Akihito showed no emotion as the old man walked a circle around him. The man ran a finger along one of Akihito's cheeks. He didn't flinch, despite the disgust raging in his stomach. Takaba Haideki came to a stop in front of Akihito. His brown eyes holding insanity deep within them.
"I would introduce myself, but I am quite sure you already know who I am. We have been looking for you for some time number five one six.
"We Takabas were devastated when your traitor of whore mother kidnapped you and ran off. We had thought you dead for some time after we learned of your father Haru's death. It was not until one of our spies finally located the Asami clan home, that we learned otherwise.
"We Takabas have worked hard to eradicate the Asami clan." The old man sneered. "They are vile, worthless creatures!" Hatred blended in with that insanity shining in Takaba Haideki's eyes. "We were so surprised to learn that youngling Ryuichi had a son. Especially a son a mear twelve years younger than himself. So we investigated.
"Imagine our surprise and seething anger when we did a DNA test on on you and learned you were one of ours. That bastard of a child had stolen you with the aid of your traitor mother. He then claimed you as his own son and raised you!" Takaba Haideki spit as he spoke. So enraged, he was.
"But that no longer matters. Here you are. Returned to us and your rightful home. All on your own." The old man smiled and hugged Akihito. Ignoring the iron shackles binding him to a chair.
When the muscle head guards grabbed him and his shackles, Akihito did not resist. He had an agenda and would see it through. No matter what came his way.
~ ɩt'ى ɠɷɷɖ tɷ bҽ baɖ ~
It was not a place one wanted to find themselves in. Deep beneath the Takaba mansion was series of subbasements. The first of the subbasements was a training center for the modified Takaba males. One floor beneath that, were the offices for the doctors and scientists Next floor was the nursery for the male born babies. The forth subbasement held the biological modification rooms.
So proud of the Takaba family's work, Haideki took Akihito on a grand tour of all they had. Akihito watched as a series of scientist dissected an unconscious baby boy. Placing all kinds of weird looking instruments inside him. It was like a scene from a horror sci-fi movie. It made Akihito's stomach churn and twist upon itself.
The fifth floor held Takaba babies born female. The young girl's ages ranged from newborns to eight years old. They all wore pink hospital like gowns and looked well kept, yet they were all locked away. As if they were in a jail cell or some kind of backwards mental hospital. None of them spoke nor looked their way. A few coward away as a few males approached them.
"These here inferior creatures were fortunate to be born of Takaba blood. As such, they are useful and superior to any other unfortunately born female. However, being female still makes them a lower organism. As such, they receive no form of education. Silence is enforced and no form of communication is taught to them. Those who do not stay in line, have their tongues removed as punishment. They are forbidden from learning to walk or crawl. Any movement will be done by the male they are assigned to. It is the hope of the Takaba family to one day be rid of any and all females."
The smile Takaba Haideki gave sickened Akihito. He once again thanked his mother for being strong enough to save both her and him. Akihito refused to allow shame to have come from this family to claim him. Born to them, by them, he may be. But he had not been raised by them. He had been given a chance at a true life, and he held fast to it. Everyday was an adventure and a chance to learn and do something new. It was no his mission to end the Takaba family's sickness upon this world.
When they reached the lowest floor, Akihito learned that his birth family was far worse than he had ever imagined. Rooms lined the subbasement. Each one containing a woman or girl of child baring age. Some of those woman and girls were Takabas. Haideki was gleeful in his telling of how when the Takaba females were of age, they were sent down here to begin their life as "birthers", as he called his female prisoners.
"Each female born Takaba is assigned a male born Takaba. As you saw upstairs, that make is responsible for the female. They feed them, cloth them, wash, dress and medicate them. When the female comes of child baring age, they are sent here. The male continues his responsibilities of care, but he now has a new duty. To breed his assigned female until she is to old to do so. Once that female becomes to old, she is disposed of and the male is assigned a new female. Now, if the male dies, the female is simply assigned a new female."
Reaching the end of the tour, Haideki had reached a decision He had thought to train this boy - number five one six- as one of their soldiers, but he had not been raised by them. He had become tainted by the outside world, and corrupted by that vile Asami clan. He was no better than a traitor. Just like that whore who birthed him. Still, number five one six was of Takaba blood. They could not waste that. The boy never saw the needle coming. He gasped as it stabbed into his neck. Hitting the plunger, Haideki sent the seditave speeding through his returned grandson.
~ ɨt's ɢօօɖ tօ ɮɛ ɮaɖ ~
Time continued to pass with no sign of Akihito. Ryuichi knew that Hus worse fears had come true. He did not speak of it to the team however. It was not their concern, not their fight. Or so he thought.
As a month passed, Ryuichi headed from the headquarters. Only to be stopped by his team. Each wore a serious look on his face. "I need to leave. Move." Ryuichi growled.
"No." Kei spoke softly. "Akihito is a part of our team. He is family to us."
~ ɩt'ى ɠɷɷɖ tɷ bҽ baɖ ~
The world was a blur as he came to. His stomach cramped with hunger and his throat was dry. His head was pounding. He shifted, trying to figure out where he was. He couldn't remember anything after entering the Takaba mansion on the arm of some politician.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Akihito screamed, his eyes closing. Tears formed in his eyes and he panted from the pain.
When he regained consciousness, Akihito found himself in a tiny room - a cell, wearing a pink hospital gown. He swallowed, knowing that pink gown meant something, but he just couldn't remember what it was.
