Disclaimer: I don't own Flame of Recca or any of its characters.
Raiha stepped into the room. It was large and expensively furnished, yet there was an oppressive air about it. Kouran Mori sat in a huge leather armchair at the oak table. The back of the chair faced the door, so that Raiha could not see his face.
"So, you've decided to come back?"
"I'll come straight to the point. I need your help." Although Raiha could not see Kouran's face, he felt as though tiny tentacles of evil were snaking all over the room, trying to ensnare a weak victim. Kouran was repulsive. It was not just his weird eyes, it was his very nature that seemed to emanate evil. Perhaps, in the course of the cloning experiments, something had invaded his DNA and twisted his mind and soul beyond redemption.
Kouran continued to look out of the large window. Raiha was sure that he wasn't looking at the scenery. It was pitch dark outside. Kouran was probably using the window as a mirror to observe Raiha without having to actually face him. It made Raiha feel somewhat vulnerable. He tried to shake off the feeling of unease that now penetrated him. It had always been Kouran's way. He wanted, no, needed complete control. Surely, with his unnatural obsession for power, his last shred of humanity had been extinguished long ago.
"I'd like to request for help from your laboratories," Raiha continued. "A friend of mine is ill and if she does not receive help soon, she may die."
"What makes you think that I will help you?"
"On account of my past services," Raiha replied.
"What will you pay me?"
"Pay you?" Raiha's uneasiness increased, but he maintained a cool composure. He had to do this for Fuuko.
"I want the girl of healing." Kouran's tone was calculating, as if he was stating the terms of a contract he had written. Raiha was alarmed. Kouran Mori wanted Yanagi? There was no way Fuuko would agree to such a deal. It was too great a price to pay.
"I'm afraid that it not possible," Raiha stated firmly.
"Then your friend will die," Kouran said curtly.
"Isn't there anything else I can do to get you to help?" A note of despair crept into Raiha's voice. At the moment, he felt prepared to even give himself up.
"Show him out," Kouran waved his hand. A servant appeared and opened the door for Raiha.
"Mr. Mori!" Raiha exclaimed, frustrated. Kouran sat impassively in the chair, surveying Raiha's reflection.
"You left my services, Raiha. I am not obliged to help you."
Raiha stepped out into the hallway. The ornate wooden doors closed silently behind him.
"If I can't get you to help, I'll go to the laboratory myself, with or without your permission!" Raiha muttered.
He slipped out into the gardens and informed Tokiya that he was going to sneak into the laboratories.
"I believe that someone will help me," Raiha whispered.
"Should I go with you?"
"No, stay here. I am more familiar with the place and the people. It is safer if I go alone."
Tokiya nodded. Raiha moved quietly towards the immense building that housed the laboratories. Faint bubbling and hissing sounds issued from within. Raiha entered and made his way to the main laboratory.
"Raiha-sama!" Raiha spun around, his heart beating quickly. He smiled when he realized that it was a friend.
"I need help. Kouran allowed me to look for you," he lied.
"This way please! What is it you need?"
Raiha quickly explained Fuuko's sickness. The man frowned.
"I'll see what I can do."
Raiha looked through the computer's files on diseases and came to a classified section.
Virus 006. Created 12-3-2001. Symptoms: - - -
He scanned through the data, growing more interested as he realized that the symptoms were exactly like Fuuko's.
"Can you come over for a while? I think I found the disease!" Raiha called as he scrolled down. The man looked at the screen and gasped.
"Raiha-sama! That is classified information! I'm sorry but you may not have access to it!"
He roughly pushed Raiha away from the controls and switched off the screen, but not before Raiha saw the next line.
Test Subject: Kirisawa Fuuko. Result: Success.
Raiha stepped into the room. It was large and expensively furnished, yet there was an oppressive air about it. Kouran Mori sat in a huge leather armchair at the oak table. The back of the chair faced the door, so that Raiha could not see his face.
"So, you've decided to come back?"
"I'll come straight to the point. I need your help." Although Raiha could not see Kouran's face, he felt as though tiny tentacles of evil were snaking all over the room, trying to ensnare a weak victim. Kouran was repulsive. It was not just his weird eyes, it was his very nature that seemed to emanate evil. Perhaps, in the course of the cloning experiments, something had invaded his DNA and twisted his mind and soul beyond redemption.
Kouran continued to look out of the large window. Raiha was sure that he wasn't looking at the scenery. It was pitch dark outside. Kouran was probably using the window as a mirror to observe Raiha without having to actually face him. It made Raiha feel somewhat vulnerable. He tried to shake off the feeling of unease that now penetrated him. It had always been Kouran's way. He wanted, no, needed complete control. Surely, with his unnatural obsession for power, his last shred of humanity had been extinguished long ago.
"I'd like to request for help from your laboratories," Raiha continued. "A friend of mine is ill and if she does not receive help soon, she may die."
"What makes you think that I will help you?"
"On account of my past services," Raiha replied.
"What will you pay me?"
"Pay you?" Raiha's uneasiness increased, but he maintained a cool composure. He had to do this for Fuuko.
"I want the girl of healing." Kouran's tone was calculating, as if he was stating the terms of a contract he had written. Raiha was alarmed. Kouran Mori wanted Yanagi? There was no way Fuuko would agree to such a deal. It was too great a price to pay.
"I'm afraid that it not possible," Raiha stated firmly.
"Then your friend will die," Kouran said curtly.
"Isn't there anything else I can do to get you to help?" A note of despair crept into Raiha's voice. At the moment, he felt prepared to even give himself up.
"Show him out," Kouran waved his hand. A servant appeared and opened the door for Raiha.
"Mr. Mori!" Raiha exclaimed, frustrated. Kouran sat impassively in the chair, surveying Raiha's reflection.
"You left my services, Raiha. I am not obliged to help you."
Raiha stepped out into the hallway. The ornate wooden doors closed silently behind him.
"If I can't get you to help, I'll go to the laboratory myself, with or without your permission!" Raiha muttered.
He slipped out into the gardens and informed Tokiya that he was going to sneak into the laboratories.
"I believe that someone will help me," Raiha whispered.
"Should I go with you?"
"No, stay here. I am more familiar with the place and the people. It is safer if I go alone."
Tokiya nodded. Raiha moved quietly towards the immense building that housed the laboratories. Faint bubbling and hissing sounds issued from within. Raiha entered and made his way to the main laboratory.
"Raiha-sama!" Raiha spun around, his heart beating quickly. He smiled when he realized that it was a friend.
"I need help. Kouran allowed me to look for you," he lied.
"This way please! What is it you need?"
Raiha quickly explained Fuuko's sickness. The man frowned.
"I'll see what I can do."
Raiha looked through the computer's files on diseases and came to a classified section.
Virus 006. Created 12-3-2001. Symptoms: - - -
He scanned through the data, growing more interested as he realized that the symptoms were exactly like Fuuko's.
"Can you come over for a while? I think I found the disease!" Raiha called as he scrolled down. The man looked at the screen and gasped.
"Raiha-sama! That is classified information! I'm sorry but you may not have access to it!"
He roughly pushed Raiha away from the controls and switched off the screen, but not before Raiha saw the next line.
Test Subject: Kirisawa Fuuko. Result: Success.
