When he came to rest, he, and the rest of the room looked like it had been through a demolition derby and lost. His trademark trench coat was torn in several places with one sleeve missing, his shirt suffered much the same, and his head was throbbing. He put a hand to his head, and came away with blood.

Oh no. This is bad. I'm feeling a little faint. Losing a lot of blood. Maybe I could..." He dug a bandanna out of his pocket, and put it over the wound on his head. Normally, he would have worn it all the time, but he couldn't necessarily wear it in school. Instantly, the bleeding slowed, but Zataku still felt faint.

He looked around, and noted, once again, the artsy feeling of the room. He crossed his arms, and then noticed that he had the same drawn look to him only much more extreme. His hair was spiky and in large clusters making them appear as if they could poke an eye out, so to speak. His eyes were larger, if only by an inch or so, and had two different colors. On his left was blue while on his right was green.

He staggered around, looking for some sort of an exit, and occasionally crashing into a wall. Eventually, he came to a room that looked even stranger. It had a large table with straps useful for keeping a patient still in either surgery or cannibalism. Judging from the jars of eyes, and other parts of the face, he assumed it was for cannibalism.

"Oh holy shit! I shouldn't stay here or else I'll end up getting dahmer-ed" He walked, slowly, to the next door, but, in one instant, he found that his face had been imbedded in the floor. He looked back, and saw that he had tripped over a leg. The person the leg belonged to was a very attractive looking pink haired girl. She looked about Zataku's age, maybe a little older, and was either in a deep sleep, unconscious, or dead.

He screamed and fell backward as he had never seen a dead body before and hoped to never see one again. At least he thought it was a dead body. He got up from a faced-down position on the ground, moving his hands away from his head, and turned around to get another look at her.

"What is this? Some sort of doll? It doesn't seem like a dead body. (Sniff, sniff) doesn't smell like it either" Suddenly, a large tremor shook the area. Zataku looked around to see if was in any immediate danger, and didn't see that the girl's body had been shaken away from the wall, and was falling toward him.

At the absolutely last moment, Zataku looked back toward the girl just in time for their lips to meet. It was entirely unintentional, and he wasn't really used to this sort of this. Every time he had tried that with a girl, he got the taste slapped out of his mouth. He had always assumed it was that he was so much more advanced than the other girls.

He fell backward again, and looked at the girl once more. To his shock, she stirred, and opened her dark blue eyes. They gazed at each other for a moment or so, Zataku sweating frantically in fear of getting smacked again.

"Uh.... Hi?" he said, unsure of himself.

The girls eyes widened a little bit, she gasped, and said, almost in disbelief," Master?" Then, she gave a shriek of joy, and almost tackled him in attempt of embrace. Zataku's eyes widened so far that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair. This was something he could not have down in his former world, which he now had no memory of.

She giggled, excitedly as she hugged Zataku even closer, her being completely unaware that Zataku could no longer breathe. A man with glasses, brown hair in a style that would remind one of an onion, and brown and yellow robes rushed down the stairs to the room Zataku and the girl were in.

She said, amazed," Kurumi? But how? How have you been activated?"

"I think I may have had a hand in that. Was that wrong?" Zataku said, sheepishly. Before they were able to go on with this conversation, the wall that the girl, Kurumi, was leaning against originally, collapsed on the pink haired beauty and the confused youth. Kurumi threw herself onto Zataku to protect him from damage, but even so, the rocks did hurt.

Zataku yelled right before he and Kurumi were buried," Oh shit!!!" Then, the man with the odd haircut saw the reason for the roof collapse, and it was not an earthquake. A middle aged woman with jet black hair, glasses, a short skirt, and a lab coat over a green undershirt was standing at the command console of a an enormous tan colored robot. This robot had a spiked ball for melee attacks, which it had used to cause the cave-in, on his arm, and for the other, it had a regular hand.

The black haired woman said," I would encourage you to surrender quietly, Dr. Ayanokoji. You don't have a chance of escaping the imperial army. Come back, doctor. If you cooperate we can continue our research on the steel angels together"

Ayanokoji responded," Together? Just so you can use the angels as weapons of war? Just like you're using that steel soldier now?" Suddenly, the rubble shifted, and Kurumi emerged, amazingly unscathed.

"Hey, master, you're not hurt or anything like that, are you? Come on, master, please say something"

"That really hurt, and I am really pissed off!" Zataku said, angrily.

"I was so worried"

"Kurumi!" Ayanokoji barked," Destroy the Kongo! Destroy the prototype soldier Kongo!" After a pause, he said again," Kurumi! I gave you an order, battle mode now!"

She scowled at him, and said," Who do you think you are that you can boss me around, Mr. Big mouth?"

"Mr.... Big mouth?" he repeated, disbelieving.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it Ms. Big mouth?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Kurumi! I'm your creator! You do as I say!"

"Hold on just a second here," Zataku said," You're saying that you created this girl? That's completely absurd. Humans are born, not manufactured. I think that you're just a possessive old geezer" Zataku didn't get a chance to finish his taunt as several human soldiers kicked in the door to their left, and aimed their rifles at them rather menacingly.