Project Aozora No Knife

Log Week #73: Final Development Entry

The day that I have long awaited has finally come. The day where joy will once again grace the world with its presence…the world of old will once again see the light of day. The marriage between old and new complete.

It is on this fateful day that all our hard work, time and effort will be rewarded. Aozora will finally step out into the world; her one mission in the world to do a service of good to the people of this planet. She will…

Dr. Yasutmito stopped typing his entry. His ears had detected another presence besides himself within the laboratory chambers. Without turning around, he said softly, "I know it's you, Yanai. The gold colored squirrel growled in dismay as it slowly walked over towards her superior.  When she was directly behind him, he continued: "Your conduct during these proceedings have been far from acceptable. You've endangered the lives of both the test subject and co-workers. Because of your horrific conduct on this project, I'm sorry to say that I'm going to have to let you go…your reckless mistakes almost cost me a lifetime of research and hard work…credibility…respec…ACKK!!!!"

She had had enough of his taunting sermon and began choking him; her small paws proving to be surprisingly strong and effective. He spun around in place to meet her with a barrage of fists and slaps, none of which seemed to have any effect on her whatsoever. He finally struggled his way free from her powerful grip, frantically gasping for air. "What's gotten into you?", he growled in between gasps.  The squirrel crouched over, holding him high above her head. They looked into the other's eyes for a brief second; one's filled with fear and confusion, the other, cruel and undisclosed intentions.

Yasutmito struggled to find the words that could express what was rushing through his mind. "You..could never be Yanai…the extensive hours I've spent on this project have prevented me from seeing that, but I see that now…she…" She was tightening her grip on his neck and he was struggling to get a minimum of breathing space. He continued: "she..i..should have never doubted her innocence…I…" He continues struggling for more air. The creature, who has proved itself not to be his once trusted colleague, throws him over upon some glass equipment. The now injured doctor, bleeding and struggling for air, struggles up to his feet to face his new-found enemy. It slowly walked towards the bewildered figure, slyly sporting a merciless grin along the way.

"Mr. Yasutmito finally finds an equation that he can't solve to save his scrawny neck", it taunted.  It moved one finger down to his collarbone. "A few mishaps here and there, and you automatically believe that it's your little squirrel girl here. Ever stop to think that you had something to do with it? Very messy miscalculation on your part. One which is going to cost you. Confusing me, Yakima, the supreme darkness, for you silly whore!" She pointed over towards the suspended animation chamber.

"So many centuries have I battled against that thing you call your living miracle…and I was so close to ending our battle…my first and last victory were in my grasp…but you took that away…you took away my one chance at defeating it…you cost me the one thing I truly desired…and now.." She lowered the same finger down to his breastbone. "..now…YOU WILL PAY!!"  Without a second thought she thrust her whole paw into his chest, going straight through the center of his beating heart and exiting his back. The once small and taunting grin on her face had turned to one of pure enjoyment as she watched him cough up his own blood, staring ghastly at his impalement.

Yoshimo struggled up on her hand to support himself, looking her dead in the eyes. "I don't know what you've done to Yanai, but I forgive her for this. And Aozora will never be defeated by the likes of you…her spirit will never be…" He rolled his eyes back as she sent her spare hand right through his neck. "..yours..", he gasped. Nothing more was heard of him. "Silly fool", coughed the dark soul as she examined the lifeless corpse. She threw him aside by the broken equipment. "My personal war against Aozora Knife will end no…"  She collapsed

On the floor next to her victim.

Yanai awoke to find herself in the lab this time. At first, she couldn't remember how or why she there, but then her memory of that internal battle surfaced. Slowly standing up, she carefully scanned the area to see if anything was out of place when she felt something from behind. Looking down, she noticed the shattered glassware, and what appeared to be…blood. Taking another step back, her small feet brushed up against something else. It has first been some glass, but it felt like…she couldn't make it out exactly by just feeling it out...she had to take a look. She turned her frame around to view the gruesome scene.

The doctor just lay there, his white lab coat completely soaked in the pool of blood that was escaping from his motionless body. Yanai had successfully found what was out of place. She looked down, and slowly began to back away when she noticed it: a small speck of blood on her lab coat. She found one more, then another one, forming a trail down her coat arm. She had finally realized that both her hands were covered in bright red blood…his blood…

…and it is at that very moment that the soul of Yanai Mashuti was locked away within the confinement of her own heart…after seeing that last horrific scene, she was no longer strong enough to fight the advances of the demon that lay within her body.

Some workers rushed in to see what the commotion had been. They saw the doctor's lifeless body on the floor, Yanai beside him, crying franticly. "I tried to stop him…but I was too late…he…killed himself…" She pointed to the piece of glass that was in his limp hand. "He slit his throat and straight down his chest…I wish I could have…" She threw herself over his dead body, sobbing into it. One of the workers bent down and examined the doctor's wounds. Straight, but deep incisions on his throat and chest that went out to the dorsal side.

Yanai looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "I tried to stop him, but as soon as I got close, he drove the glass deeper into himself…by the time I got close enough, he was like this…"  She looked away into space. "I should have called somebody for help…but…I panicked…I just panicked like there was no tomorrow…"

The worker got up and spoke with his partner, who had stood in the same place the whole time. "We better let the board know that Dr. Yasutmito has passed. For the sake of this project, we might as well say he pray to a viral illness." He looked over at Yanai, who was still crying for dear life. He said softly, "Don't worry miss. We'll see to it that he's given a decent and respectable burial."  As the both of them left, Yanai slowly rose to her feet. She wiped her tears dry with the part of her lab coat that hadn't been washed in the doctor's blood. Walking over to a nearby mirror, she looked into it to see a smiling face. "Award winning performance if I don't say so myself…"