K: Hey everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated anything... I've been busy working and have a writer's block from HELL dragging me down. (CURSE YOU HAGA!!!! [inside joke- Haga/Weevil is the 'evil fruitbat from hell' because of his ultra-squeaky voice]) -_-;
Y: She still has it. She's just had an inkling to write all week, and now she finally has enough time to try. ;
K: ^_^; Heh heh.... No idea what to write about, datte sa.... *gives a weak little victory sign* Ganbatte ne! ^_^;
Y: So are you going to try thinking up something for Chibizoo's new contest? You've got a couple of interesting ideas that would work for that... Like the 'Tenshi' one...
K: *ponders that* Hnn... Tabun desu... ^_^; If I can remember all of it. It's not exactly one-shot material, though...
Y: Evil Yuugi monologue?
K: Nah..... ; Well..... MAYBE.... That'll be the last resort option. ^^;
Y: Well, what, then?
K: Aa... Shiranai yo. I think I'll go look up that 'Tenshi' one, then see what's up. *goes to do so*
Y: *waits for a few minutes until her hikari gets back* Well? What's the verdict, aibou?
K: *silent for a moment, then cries out* I WANNA ANIMATE THAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!! THE TRAILER SOUNDS SO.... SO..... SO DAMN KAKKOII!!!! ;~;
Y: -_-; I forgot she acts like this when she reads those... ; Damn! Oh well... *clears her throat* Well, since we have no access to a camcorder and don't have moviemaking software, I guess you'll just have to write it, instead. Who knows? If you just tweaked it a little, and if it's good enough, you might be able to use it as an original novel or something....
K: *thinks about it* Or, I can use it as another original manga, once I get better at drawing...
Y: -_-; That too....
K: ^_^ Okei, then! I'll just write this! *scowls* Not like I could enter Chibizoo's contest anyway... E-mail doesn't send. -_-; *throws a pencil at the fuzzy comp and thwacks the good comp she's using right now* I don't even have internet on this one anymore... ; Damn router or something like that...
Y: Oh, Ra- someone stop her before she starts ranting again.... -_-;
Dai: *back from solitary confinement after being sick* You got it! *tapes Ko's mouth shut* Bwa ha ha ha ha... XD *winks and waves through the portal between Merodi-realm and Ko-realm* Konnichiwa, Naito-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!! ^___________________^ *runs off to go steal some cookies out of the pantry*
K: @.@; Mmph mphrg!! *glares at her yami* Rmph rphn. *sighs and tentatively starts peeling the tape off* ; *winces as the tape pulls her hair* (it's wrapped around her head, too)
Y: *clears throat* Guess that means I'm writing this one, then. ^_~
Disclaimer: Watashi wa bakemono desu. Bakemono don't own stuff like the rights to YGO. Bakemono can come up with ideas and share them with people who are willing to listen, but they don't get to own previously made characters. Sucks to be dead, don't it? (Bakemono = ghost[s])
Dedications:
- Black Chaos (*finally manages to get rid of all the tape so she can speak again* Hey Chaos-kun!! ^_^ I noticed you reviewed 'Scarlet Tears' before, so I figured you'd probably like this one, as well. It's scifi/angst/shonen ai, so... ; *coughs* Anyhoo, hope you like it! ^_^)
- Merodi no Yami (Konnichiwa!! Guess if you're reading this, you've gotten settled back at the university, ne? Is Naito annoyed by the sudden change of environment? ^^; Bet he hates the idea of having to do laundry again... XP
Naa- I just finished watching Drumline again, and was amazed at the severity of the training. Is the training really like that? Cuz' if it is... O_O; DAMN!!)
- Princess Strawberry and Yami Strawberry (Hey Hime-tachi! I know I should really be updating my other fics, but I couldn't resist this one! ^_^; *coughs and points down at her feet* As you can see, I don't really have a choice. Tenshi-Bunny chained me to the desk... -_-;)
- Sakyu (Still trying to figure out what happened to the unfinished chapter 12 of Machigai... ; Too many fic files to sort through!! The Shining Polaris is helping, though... Thanks again for sending it to me! *hugs you*)
Jinechiku no Tenshi
Genetic Angel
Jikken I: Awakening
(???)
Kuroi.... Subete wa kuroi desu....
~Black.... All is black....~
Boku wa.... doko desu ka...?
~Where.... am I...?~
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Nan desu ka? Kore wa onkyo desu...
~What is it? That sound...~
I can see something.... There- a light off in the distance! It's getting brighter with each passing moment- as if it's heading toward me. Or am I being drawn toward it?
I don't care- as long as I somehow break free from this unending darkness. I head toward the brilliance, reaching out to grab it with my right hand. All of a sudden, the light reacts to me; shining even brighter and blinding me so that I'm forced to squeeze my eyes shut. The strange sound is getting louder now, and I can still hear the steady rhythm as the world goes white.
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(3rd person POV)
Black leather shoes clack on the tan marble floor as two figures make their way down the corridor. One is a young man clad in a stark-white lab coat, and the other is an older male in a business suit and dark sunglasses. The younger of the pair keeps his head down, intimidated by the other's size, trying not to think about what may be hiding within his companion's inner breast pocket. He knew the man was a bodyguard for a living, and in this day and age, who knew what kinds of weapons he carried. Needless to say, he wasn't anxious to find out.
They walked on in silence, the suited man muttering to himself every once and a while as he recieved orders through the com-link attached to his shirt collar. The lab boy was left to his own devices, opting to hug his research binder closer to his chest and silently pray that this would all be over soon. He couldn't stand having people like him around- they always made him uncomfortable, as if he had something to hide. You were left walking on eggshells whenever they were breathing down your neck, making you feel weak and helpless. Then again, he's always been subject to bullying, so feeling weak was something he's quite familiar with; though it still didn't mean he enjoyed it.
Eventually, they reached the end of the hall; stopping in front of a steel door. The bodyguard nodded to his companion, and the other registered his unspoken order and slid his cardkey through the scanner on the right, causing the door to emit a loud hiss and slide open. They stepped through, entering a dimly lit room full of computers. A large window covered most of one wall- the one to the left of the entrance. You could plainly gaze into the room beyond; at the slight figure that lay upon the metal table, a myriad of wires wrapping themselves around his body like some twisted form of crucifiction. A sad yet beautiful scene...
There was another hiss, followed by the steady footfalls of someone of lighter build than either of those who had come before him. Said men turned to greet the newcomer, bowing low to signify their respect. He dismissed them with a curt nod, then fixed his cool emerald eyes on the one beyond the glass. There was no need to give his attention to those unworthy underlings beside him- it was the wonderous creature he wanted.
"Have you woken him yet?"
The researcher stiffened, nervous at having been addressed by his superior. "Ha- hai. We began the activation process just a few minutes ago, sir."
Even as he spoke, the figure stirred, opening startling amythyst eyes for the first time. The third man smirked, pleased with the results of his experiment. The cold aura that surrounded him caused the other two to edge away from him, and the lab boy suddenly regret ever setting the awakening process in motion. Who knows what his employer might have in store for the sentient being rousing before them... Whatever it was, he knew he wouldn't want to be in its place- that look in the man's eyes made a chill run down his spine.
"Let me see him." the third man commanded, and the young researcher was forced to comply, entering the password to open the door between the two rooms.
The man grinned ferally, stepping through and venturing forth into the world of white the creature lie in. As the door slid shut once more, the lab boy frowned. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.
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(???)
Shiroi. Banji wa shiroi desu. Kore wa basho desu ka?
~White. Everything's white. What is this place?~
I try to move, only to find I am tangled in a web of multicolored threads. I tug on them experimentally, wincing as the ones near my wrists detach from my body and hang limply from the ceiling. How odd... I sit up, inspecting the areas the strands had previously been; tiny red marks remained, and when I ran my fingers over them, the same sensation I had felt before jolted through me and I instantly drew my hand away.
Looking up from my own flesh, I took in my surroundings; white went on forever, and there was only one other person with me in the room. He, too, was wrapped in the threads, staring at me and meeting my gaze. His hair was bushy and made up of many colors, his eyes a deep violet that held many strange feelings within them. Large, fluffy white things were somehow attached to his back, and after searching my memory, I came to the conclusion they were wings. Did this mean everyone had them?
Curious, I slid off the pedastal, moving toward the boy on shaky legs. He did the same, never losing eye-contact with me. We met in the middle, looking each other over; every move I made, he would match it. Gulping, we touched our hands together, and I was surprised that he could feel so cold. When I had felt my own skin, it had been cool, but not as cold as this- did that mean something was wrong with him?
A strange sound startled me, coming from my left; a hole had opened up, revealing another boy in white clothes and sea green hair. He was smiling, and he was nearly as pale as the other boy and I were. One thing was different, however- he didn't have wings like my companion. After a few moments, I realized he wasn't going to harm us, and turned back to my friend, staring at him sadly.
"What's wrong?" the green-haired boy asked me, and I decided he would be able to answer my questions.
"Who is this? Why does he feel so cold?"
He looked confused for a moment, then smiled at me again, shaking his head. "That is you."
"Me?" I frowned, perplexed. "How can I be seeing myself if I know for a fact I'm right here?"
He sighed, trying to find the words to explain this phanomenon to me. "Well, what you're seeing is a reflection made by the glass. You can't actually touch it, and it doesn't feel anything, like we do. It is simply a mirrored image of yourself. See?"
He stepped in front of the 'glass', and all of a sudden, a fourth boy appeared, looking exactly like him. The boy moved his arm, and the 'reflection' matched him with the other. Satisfied with his explanation, he stepped back, waiting for my reaction. I nodded absentmindedly, still mystified by this strange 'mirror', then turned to the boy in white.
` "Kimi wa dare desu ka?" I questioned, motioning to him, then pointed to myself. "Boku wa dare desu ka?" (Who are you? Who am I?)
His smile returns, and he bows slightly. "Watakushi wa Kaiba Noa desu. Doozo yoroshiku." (I am Noah Kaiba. Pleased to meet you.)
He rose, then continued. "Ohayo gozahimasu, subject 83.... Or shall I say, 'Welcome to this world'? My perfect being.... My genetic angel..."
He leaned in, and for some reason, I felt as if something was terribly wrong. His eyes were dark and a strange emotion loomed within them, making me want to back away even though my body refused to listen- I was frozen where I stood. His warm breath tickled my face as he whispered his final phrase.
"......My Yuugi."
And then his soft lips met mine.
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K: *cackling* Heh heh! OH YEAH! Now THAT'S something you don't see every day! Not only is Noah in the fic, but he's got his eye on Yuugi! XD
Y: o_O; No more soda for you, aibou.... You go all crazy and now you're even splitting up Yami and Yuugi!! ;
Yami/Yuugi: *gasp in horror and cling to each other* Zettai!
K: *sweatdrops* Iyada!! That's not it at all! I just figured Noah would need a _reason_ for creating Yuugi in his research lab (*coughs* 2 reasons, actually... He's being a warped, sadistic bastard again... -_-; *Noah laughs maniacally in the background*) and besides, every story needs a good antagonist, ne? Noah's PERFECT for the part! ^_____________^
Noah: *shines his nails on his suit* Why, thank you! I _do_ try.... ^_~
Nahkti: *growls* Egotistical sonuva.... *reaches for his trusty flamethrower usually attached to his belt, only to find it's not there* NANI?! *scowls* Ahmose...
Ahmose: O_O; What?! Dun look at _me_!! I didn't take it this time, I swear!!
Nahkti: *glares* Then who the hell _DID_?!
Noah: *smirks and levels the flamethrower at them* Looking for _this_?
Nahkti/Ahmose: *share a glance* O_O; O_O; Crap.