Chapter 2: Control
*Unknown time, somewhere on the Iberian Peninsula*
"Yes, we have deciphered the code of both spacecraft." A voice, one with an unusually thick Irish accent, spoke over the phone in perfect Spanish. "We have several teams already working on adapting the regeneration and cloning technology."
"Excellent." A voice, this time speaking in the Kansai dialect, answered. "The White Council will be pleased with this development."
"We estimate to have a prototype by Commander Yin's seventeenth birthday."
"That will be a most welcome gift."
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*Present, Moscow underground*
It was an underground facility, true, but it had equipment that was so state of the art, it would make Silicon Valley look outdated. They had retained what little of the alien technology the telepaths did not steal, which is a miracle unto itself. All the people there, man, woman and child, were patriots not to Mother Russia, but to humanity. They were survivors, they knew first-hand what the telepath army, calling itself Psi-Corp, could do. Once, their predecessors, the KGB, had feared them so much that they boarded them all up and sealed them up, experimenting on them often. Now, it was the time for normal humans to show fear. This organization, still calling itself the KGB, now intended to wipe out or control every last telepath on Earth.
They were not all Russians though. They were an assorted lot, some Hispanic, some European, some African, all that they truly had in common was their mission and the fact that many of them have been scarred or have had loved ones killed by telepaths, little realizing that those killer telepaths are rogues, as much despised by the Psi-Corp as they are by the KGB. They had failed to realize that the Psi-Corp is above using such methods. They had technology that was centuries ahead of everyone else, their most powerful members were rumored to be immortal and rumor is that they are working on a device which would allow their powers to transcend space and time. Thus, allowing them to literally, alter history.
"Comrade Gustave, we have confirmation." A young Japanese man said as he noticed the data sent from their spy within the Corp. "They are after a woman named Otohime Mutsumi, in Japan. She is supposedly one of the most powerful telepaths they have ever detected."
Gustave Griever, a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, sat down comfortably on his command chair. He was the current de facto leader of the KGB, since the real one was mentally injured in the attempt to capture Naomi Winters, one of the higher ranked telepaths of Psi-Corp. He was still recovering from the mental battery he received. Gustave smiled a little, it seemed that Ms. Smith, his long time personal nemesis within the Psi-Corp, was slipping. Allowing a spy to live within the ranks of her normal human slaves was just stupid. Now, with the knowledge of someone who could be his enemy's next target, he had the element of surprise on his side. The course of action was obvious.
"Prepare a tactical squadron." Gustave ordered. "Our objective is to capture this telepath and use her powers for ourselves. Before that though, make contact with her using a mole."
"Comrade, it is possible that she is within the proximity of the Corp's Subject# 666, the child we know virtually nothing about." The same man said. "Perhaps the telepaths think it is time to re-acquire the supposed power of that subject."
"Yes, they may very well be intent on doing that." Gustave closed his eyes, focusing himself. He himself wasn't a telepath but he was one of a few to have a natural defensive wall against telepathic attack. "Very well then, Mr. Suzuhara, take over my post. I will go to Japan and make contact with her myself."
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*Present Day, Ipanema Beach*
She was a beauty, no matter how you look at her. She had a luscious 36-23-34 figure wrapped in a seemingly unbearably tight fitting blood red bikini, simply sunbathing on the beach. She covered her blue eyes with dark sunglasses as she reached for her lemonade nearby. Her hair, which was almost completely white, with the exception of around five inches of brown from the roots, was kept tied in a neat little ponytail behind her. She lowered her sunglasses and lured a nearby boy, barely fifteen, towards her with a gesture of her finger. Handing the hormone-crazed boy a bottle of lotion, she gestured to her legs. She smiled as the boy finished the task, placing a few dollars in between her breasts once he finished.
"Here's your pay, kid. Use your mouth to pick it up." She said as she shoved the fifty dollar bill deeper between her breasts. She enjoyed the sensation she had as the child shoved his face in between her breasts. She knew he was doing it more for the chance of shoving his face in her chest than the money. She patted him on the face once he had the money. "Nice work kid. I'll be seeing you in a few years."
[Still seducing children…] a telepathic message came in. [You never change, do you, Naomi?]
[Ms. Smith, what a pleasant surprise.] Naomi answered sarcastically. [What business is it of yours if I happen to like giving young men their first taste of a real woman? If you have the body, flaunt it.]
[You disgust me.]
[Don't tell me you've never been jealous of me? I've had more men in my bed in this past year than you've had since you were born.] Naomi smiled, she knew Ms. Smith was jealous but was too stubborn to admit it. She was, by her own admission, a sex kitten. [All virgins, I might add.]
[Honestly, I cannot understand why Commander Yin insisted you be given the regeneration serum as well all those years ago.] Ms. Smith answered. [You're not only a hormone crazed pedophile; you're also a part-timer. You're just as bad as the rogues.]
[The answer is simple, Ms. Smith. I'm also one of the most powerful in all of Psi-Corp. Granted; I'm no where near the power of the White Council but powerful enough to be deserving of immortality.] Naomi snickered, licking her lips as she caught a teenage girl staring at her.
She scanned her, wanting to shake her head upon picking up his thoughts. Typical female thought, she noted simple admiration and jealousy over the fact that her body was more attractive. Still, playful little thing that Naomi was, she decided to partake in her second favorite pastime: telepathic suggestion. Slowly, she weaved the image of herself, slowly seducing the teenager before kissing her. She used her powers to manipulate the child's body as well, making her react to the imagery she was planting. After a few minutes, even without her suggestion, all the girl could think about was being taken to Naomi's bed. Naomi simply smiled, teasing the girl, who had walked closer now, by slipping her hands into the girl's bikini slowly.
[You disgust me, Naomi Winters. Seducing and toying with males is bad enough but to engage in things like this! This is against the very laws of nature!]
[Quit whining, you damned prude. You fail to recall that several mammalian species have bisexual tendencies. Besides, I prefer females over males.] Naomi said as she slipped half of the girl's top off. [My, this girl is a beauty. I'm going to enjoy taking her.]
[You are despicable.] Ms. Smith made sure the message came through loud and clear. [Anyway, I'm contacting you on business. Commander Yin wants to send you to Japan.]
[Japan you say?] Naomi's mind suddenly filled with images of young schoolgirls, one of her personal fantasies. Immediately, she stopped what she was doing to the girl and sent her away but not before kissing her softly on the lips. [How interesting.]
[Your target is Otohime Mutsumi. She could be the most powerful untrained telepath we ever came across, with the possible exception of Subject# 666.] Ms. Smith answered. She remembered that subject well; it was the only time they ever agreed on anything.
[A young woman is my target? I assume my objective is to bring her into the Corp?] Naomi asked as Ms. Smith sent the mental image of Mutsumi to her mind. [Lovely creature, this Mutsumi is.]
[Arrangements have been made.] Ms. Smith answered. [You'll find the necessary papers and plane tickets in your hotel room. You are to leave by tomorrow afternoon.]
[Do I have a contact or something?]
[Yes, as a matter of fact, you do.] Ms. Smith smiled a little. [Sven Kolinsky.]
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*Present Day, Hinata Sou*
"Ara, here's your violin, Kanako-chan." Mutsumi smiled as she handed the musical instrument over to the black dressed girl. "I didn't know you could play."
"I haven't played in a few years." Kanako answered. "I could use some practice."
"Well, I'd love to hear you play sometime." Mutsumi smiled, tilting her head slightly.
Kanako didn't bother to answer, she simply walked away. She proceeded up the stairs, to once more disappear within the dark confines of her room to play alone. Mutsumi felt it was fitting, that such a solemn, grim and quiet person would play such a solemn, grim and quiet instrument. Mutsumi just smiled, knowing that Kanako wanted to be alone so she walked away, carrying Kitsune's sake. She felt Kitsune was already losing her drunkenness, which meant she desperately needed to have another infusion of alcohol to be able to operate normally. It didn't seem at all strange to her that she knows the general feelings of everyone else; she had been that way since she was a child. She walked up the stairs.
"Mutsumi-san, is something wrong with Kanako-chan?" Keitaro asked as they met along the steps. "She seems more…distant than usual."
"Ara, I think she just wants to be alone for a while." Mutsumi answered with her usual smile and unbelievable insight into other people's feelings. "I think it's been very hard on her these past few days. It's hard to be bright and cheerful after being heartbroken."
"Well, I guess you're right." Keitaro sighed as he lowered his head. "I didn't even consider her when Narusegawa and the other girls forced me to make a choice a few weeks ago."
"Ara, give her time, Kei-kun. I'm sure she'll come out of her shell and make friends with the rest of us soon." She noted, walking up the steps. "Sometimes, it's best to let things be."
"Thanks, Mutsumi-san." Keitaro said as he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Anyway, I've got to go now."
To Be Continued…
Kanako: Sorry that the chapters aren't really giving the Hinata crew any attention. I'll try to focus more on them next chapter. Notice that little of these events make sense when strung together. I hate to admit it but I've picked up a lot of Kana's writing style. Don't worry. It'll all probably make sense by the end of this story. As for pairings, I think it's fairly clear that Mutsumi/Keitaro is the root pairing here. Though I do have another pairing planned, lurking in the shadows somewhere...it's something even Kana wouldn't dare attempt now. It's so nice of Kana to type these things out while I dictate to him. I'm still a little woozy from the procedure...if any of you though I was going to give birth naturally, you're dead wrong. I'd rather have some doctor cut me open and pull the twins out than go through that kind of pain.