This is my first attempt at a solo continuing
fic!!
Which means it will actually (*fingers crossed*), as long as it is not completely hated by everyone, be updated! ^_~
Basically, this is a kind of sci-fi based fic about the character you know I love so much…..Kai Hiwatari. But there are actually more than two characters in this one, unlike my other fics!
At this point, I would like to give a massive thank you to Emily Bee, who actually gave me the idea to use, so that I could end my writer's block!!
*hugs* This is completely 100% created by Emily Bee. I just wrote it out!! The ideas….they were all hers!!
I have added my own few details here and there, but basically the principles were all her ideas!!! So if you like the sound of this, then I suggest you go and check out her stuff too! I mean, she did come up with this idea after all!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review at the end!
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Incompatible
His hands were trembling.
So close…just this next step…..
And then he would accomplish what he had been working to achieve for such a long time…
All he needed, all that was left, was to add this drop of the all-important A- strand.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the transparent glass of the canister he had positioned on the white, sterilised work surface.
And what he saw scared him.
He was a wreck. There was no doubt about that. His normally tidy hair was now a mess.
Unruly.
Unkempt.
Hairs were stuck to the beads of perspiration clinging onto his forehead. His complexion was pale. Ashen. Ghost-like.
But perhaps what was the most striking thing, what was perhaps the most disturbing thing, were his eyes.
They were wild.
His eyes had some kind of haunted look, as though he hadn't slept in days. Which he hadn't. Dark circles shadowed his lids, so that his pupils seemed like pitch-black, opaque pools. A fathomless abyss.
But he didn't care.
At this point, he was beyond caring about anything.
Except for finishing what he had worked so long to do.
He picked up a delicate glass pipette, his hand still shaking. Carefully, he drew some of the crystalline A-strand into the narrow tube, and then hovered it over the glass canister.
This was it.
The moment of truth.
And he released the crystalline fluid.
A sparkling drop fell into the azure solution in the glass canister. He watched as swirls of purple began to snake their way throughout the solution.
And he grinned.
It was a triumphant, happy, tired grin. All of his pent up exhaustion could be seen in that one expression.
But it was not over yet.
He picked up the canister, and winced as the glass brushed against his sore, calloused finger. But he did not acknowledge the pain any more. He had to get this over with.
He walked slowly towards a large, human-sized glass chamber, filled with some kind orange-brown liquid.
He stopped, and then it hit him.
He didn't want this…
Although he had been the most active member involved in this, even though he had dedicated years of his life to this moment, he wanted to stop this.
Because he knew that deep down, it wasn't right.
It was unfair. Cruel. Wrong…
But there was nothing he could do about it.
They were watching him. Constantly. At this very moment in time.
There was no going back.
He slowly walked over to the flashing control panel next to the glass tank. He slid open the panel, revealing a narrow niche, fit for the canister he was holding.
Carefully, he slid the glass canister into the space. Two metal rods jolted out of the sides, and encircled the tube.
And he closed the panel.
His finger, raw and bruised from days of arduous work, hovered, still trembling, over the single, upraised, red button.
If he pressed it, then his work was done.
It would all be over.
He swore under his breath. Why the hell was he having second thoughts now? Why was he letting some momentary sign of weakness, most probably from his exhaustion, cloud his judgement?
Why had he allowed himself to feel anything?
That was it. He had hesitated long enough. They probably knew about it now. He knew that later, he would be punished.
He slammed his finger down on the button.
Suddenly the machine whirred to life. Some kind of mechanism sounded metallically from inside. A loud groaning of metal was heard. Then he watched as the purple liquid filled the tank, the tank with something else in it, the tank with the Project….
An explosion of pure reverberation blasted out of the tank.
He ducked behind the control panel, his hands over his head, as wave upon wave of dense, solid pressure filled the room, and seemed to ripple throughout.
Then, there was silence.
There was no one else in the room. There were no people. Not a figure in sight.
The room was completely silent. Quiet. Dead.
Except for his crying.
As he sat there, crouched down, his face towards the floor, tears fell out of his eyes.
All his hard work…all the hours he had spent in the lab…..
It was all for this.
But all he could feel, all the emotions which were running through his mind….they were all of guilt. Or remorse. Of pain.
He didn't want this. What he had just created…
He wanted it to stop.
But it was too late…..
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Tala was not a happy camper.
Oh sure, he had just whipped a dozen or so amateur asses in mere seconds, in one all out attack, but still….
He hadn't beaten Kai.
And that was what made him seethe.
"Hey, lighten up, Tala," his team-mate, Spencer, said to him, as they walked down the dimly lit halls of the abbey. "You just wiped those bladers out in a couple of seconds! Why are you still upset?"
Tala was silent.
He knew that right now, he appeared cool, serious and almost….mysterious.
His smooth red hair was swept up in perfect spikes. His strong jaw was set in a deep, hard line. His fierce eyes gave off an aura of aloofness.
And in these eyes, he knew that there would be some kind of streak of pure fury.
He hated Kai. There was no doubt about that. He would watch him while he was training in the abbey….spotting his flair and unrivalled technique in beyblading, the way he would pull of unthinkable and unpredictable moves when you least expected it…
Kai was undoubtedly the best blader in the abbey. Untouchable, unchallengeable, and unique.
Tala knew first-hand that Kai's style could not be copied. After all, he'd lost count the number of futile attempts he'd made to try and infuse a Kai-like flair into his blading.
So yeah, of course he hated him.
He stopped at the window overlooking the training hall in which Kai himself was training in at that very moment.
You….bastard, Tala thought to himself, as he watched him.
There he was, with his pretty-boy good-looks, his cool style, executing a perfect launch into the dish in front of him. He watched as Kai's blade smashed into the wooden targets, obliterating each one into an array of flying fragments.
Tala tried to push the fact that he hadn't managed to hit every single target with one launch out of his mind.
Idiot! He cursed himself. What are you doing? You've got something to be getting on with!
The truth was, he and his gang were making their way towards the door right at the end of the abbey. The forbidden door.
There was something about it which puzzled him. He'd often seen Boris, the chief person in charge of training and research, enter that room. But what puzzled Tala was the fact that he had never been inside it before.
And he didn't know its contents.
To the normal amateurs he had just beaten, this wouldn't be a big deal. In fact, it wouldn't even occur to them at all.
But to Tala….well, Tala and his gang, consisting of Spencer, Ian and Bryan, were above them.
They were the special ones. The ones who had overtaken the rest long, long ago. The ones who were second only to Kai Hiwatari.
And they knew a lot more about the abbey then the amateur losers could ever dream of.
So, he found it strange that when he had confronted Boris about the door, he was told to mind his own business, and then was punished with a day's solitary confinement.
There's got to be something special in there…he thought. Something that they didn't want anyone to find out about.
But Tala was going to find it, no matter what it would take.
"Hey, Tala," Ian asked, stopping in his tracks. "You sure you want to go inside there? I mean, it's inaccessible. We have not been given permission from Boris."
Tala smiled, a smile he knew looked deadly. Cold.
"And your point being, Ian? Since when has a little rule stopped any of you before?"
With that, Tala drew out his blade. He aimed it at the control panel next to the forbidden door.
"This is for you, Kai," he murmured to himself. And with that, he launched the blade in a sharp, lightning-fast attack.
The control panel exploded into pieces, just like Kai's blade had obliterated the wooden targets in the training hall, and the sound of a loud unbolting came from behind the door.
There was no time to waste.
"Get in here quickly!" Tala hissed at them, thrusting open the door.
The Demolition Boys rushed in after him.
The sight which greeted them was that of some sort of lab. It was filled with row upon rows of strange, large glass tubes, flashing computers and various unidentifiable equipment.
Excellent, Tala thought to himself, once again smiling.
He spotted a central control panel in the middle of the large, spacious laboratory. It appeared to be a glass screen, with many functions and scrolling data highlighted on it.
"Whoa…." came Spencer's shocked voice. "What is this? We haven't been here before….."
"Hmph," said Bryan, his ice-cold voice sounding throughout the empty laboratory. "What I want to know is, what could they possibly be hiding here? What do they want us not to discover?"
"My thoughts exactly," Tala answered quietly.
He quickly sat down at the control panel, and started to hit a few random buttons.
"You idiot!" hissed Spencer. "What the hell do you think you're doing? For all we know, this could be some kind of security room! We could cause an automatic lockout!"
"Shut up, Spencer," Tala growled. He couldn't stand losers like him constantly whining. "I know what I'm freaking doing."
"Yeah, right," smirked Bryan. But he didn't carry on. He knew better than to piss off Tala.
Unlike Spencer, who apparently hadn't learnt anything.
I'll deal with him later, Tala thought. Right now, he more important things to deal with.
Like this databank of endless potential.
Suddenly, the glass screen turned red. This was followed by a flash a few seconds later, then a stream of data filling the screen.
"What, do we have here?" Tala asked, staring at the screen.
"Case #1789" read the data. It was followed by something far more interesting: "TOP-SECRET FILE. IF YOU HAVE STUMBLED UPON THIS BINDER BY ACCIDENT, THEN REPORT IMMEDIATELY."
Tala smiled once again. Bingo.
"Whoa…..what is this?" asked Spencer, suddenly forgetting about all of his worries before.
"A secret file apparently," Bryan answered.
But Tala didn't hear them.
And that was because he was reading.
"Tests on first embryo were successful. Tests on the X-embryo were also successful. Fusion of embryos was successful."
Embryos…?
It appeared that there was some kind of test involved….
But the use of embryos…
Did this mean some kind of semi-artificial life form had been created?
"Growth of embryo was successful. It is now suitable to call the previous Test #41, Subject K."
What was this?
Subject K? Did this mean that there was an actual artificially created life form walking around somewhere?
The thought was chilling. Tala knew BIOVOLT had some hidden projects going on…
But creating some sort of life form using embryos?
There must have been some motive. Something to entice them to do this. This Subject… it must be something which would benefit BIOVOLT…
Because Tala knew, from experience, that BIOVOLT only did things, only cared about things, when it would help their own cause.
And don't I know it…he thought bitterly.
But he didn't care at the end of the day. Because not caring about things other than what would benefit yourself…well, that was the only way you were going to get through life.
"Memories and various other factors were inserted at an earlier stage. So far, the Subject feels as though he were just like the other members of the institute."
Just like the others?
Did this…did this mean…?
"This Subject has been created and then made to feel as though it were normal?" Ian cut in.
"It seems like it," came Bryan's ice-cold voice.
"The subject displays an acute sense of awareness, more developed physical and mental capabilities, and has displayed skills which are more than 78% more acute than the average human being."
What the hell was this?
The Subject…more skilful than the average human being? Having stronger mental and physical capabilities?
This Subject…he could be walking around right now…he could be one of them for all he knew…
Tala's eyes quickly scanned the top of the data.
"Subject: 1|24-|-@\/\/!|-| !4/"….
Something about this name….just something…
It was familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about it was strange….
He knew something about this. He had seen this before….
But where?
And then it hit him. 1|24-|-@\/\/!|-| !4/.
Tala's almost computerised mind had already processed the information.
He reversed the symbols.
He then applied it to the basic code…
And he knew that what he had found was probably the most important thing he could use, to benefit him.
This name, this file…
There were countless things he could do with it.
And that was because the name, the name which was coded, but so familiar to him…
It spelled Kai Hiwatari.
Kai was the subject.
Kai had been created by BIOVOLT.
Kai wasn't human.
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She was lost. Literally. Her external stimuli and all of her senses had been stripped away.
She felt as though she was falling into a pool of sensory deprivation. Endless. Depthless.
She couldn't feel anything except for the numb, raw pain in every limb.
She couldn't see anything except for the blinding, white residue behind her eyes.
She couldn't hear anything except for the constant, monotonous humming in her mind.
And she did not remember anything.
Who was she…?
This thought had been nagging at her since….well, since she'd first realised that she had no idea who she was. Pestering. Annoying.
And it made her want to kill something.
Kate…...that was who she was. Just that one word. That was all she could remember.
Was that her name?
It was then she realised that she could move.
It was because in her confusion, her eyes had screwed up tightly in reflection of the whirlwind of incoherent emotions of her mind.
So….apparently she was conscious. How long had she been lying here?
She felt something coming back to her…
Her mind exploded into agony.
She let out a bloodcurdling scream, as memories rushed back in their thousands, an explosion of vivid pictures, sounds, feelings, tastes…
She let out another bestial, pained scream.
The fight….before….that was why she was lying here right now…
She had been walking around. Not just a lazy, everyday walk. But she had been searching….Searching for something which was important….what she needed…
And then…during the search, she had encountered these men.
Not normal men. And not the guy she was looking for.
So she had no choice, but to erase them.
Get rid of them. Destroy them.
Yes, two less men in the world to bother with. Two less. It would refine her search…
So she had attacked them. She'd launched an all-out powerful attack at them.
There was no need for weapons. She was a master at the martial arts. Better then any sensei someone could throw at her. Trained, precise, a deadly weapon.
She'd remembered that she had launched a scathing attack at them. A low roundhouse kick there. A slice with her hand at their solar plexus, the fatal spot….
And sure, they had gotten in a few hits too. They had been carrying great wooden staffs. And that was why her head was throbbing rather exquisitely.
But as always, it ended up being her victory.
The male population minus two.
And then…..
She managed to orient herself. There was some kind of dripping…on her shoulder….
Kate opened her eyes, tears suddenly filling them as a harsh light filled her senses.
And then….the image was clearing. She slowly and groggily tried to sit herself up, ignoring the sharp pain which shot through her shoulder.
She was in some kind of alley. Yes. Some dark, dank, disgustingly filthy alleyway.
She smirked, her dark, matted hair falling over eyes.
Damn pipe….
Of course it was dripping. After all, no one would care enough about a dirty old alleyway enough to repair an old, stale pipe.
Her eyes were still stinging from the forceful opening of her eyes. Stinging from the unnecessary exposure to the rather bright light coming from the streetlamp a couple of feet away from her.
It always ended up like this.
No matter how much she would thrash a guy at his own fight, no matter how in control she was of a situation, whenever she used her strength in fighting, whenever she unleashed an attack at someone, after a few minutes, she always collapsed.
Like a black hole sucking in all of her fury, all of her memories, all of her….
The one flaw in her otherwise flawless state.
And then after she would come to after another few minutes, and be disorientated.
And then she would figure out what she was there for.
What her purpose was.
She pulled out a musty, brown photograph from the inside pocket of her shabby jacket.
It was a photograph of the boy she had been looking for. The boy who would help her….
He was just like her….
And they needed each other. She needed him so bad, that she would cry sometimes, just yearning for him, yearning for his body….
He was her equal. The one. The chosen person to fulfil her. Complete her.
She ran a grimy finger over his dark eyes, slowly tracing the intricate details of his face.
Complete me…fulfil me…
"I will see you soon," she whispered, her long, untidy hair blowing in the icy wind. "Soon. I'm coming for you."
She brought the photograph to her lips.
"My sweet, we will finally be united. We will finally get to meet. And soon, there will be more of us. We're different. Unlike them. We need to show them. Succeed. Thrive. We will make more of our kind….."
Complete me…fulfil me…
She slowly drew the photograph away from her lips, and pocketed it once more in the inside pocket of her jacket.
Her dizziness was becoming milder. Her disorientation was diminishing. Her concentration returned.
Complete me…fulfil me…
"I'm coming for you," she whispered into the icy winter's air. He was her objective. Her target. Her need.
"I'm coming for you, my sweet. I'm coming."
Complete me…fulfil me…
Kai.
Please. Complete me.
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Case #1789
TOP-SECRET FILE. IF YOU HAVE STUMBLED UPON THIS BINDER BY ACCIDENT, THEN REPORT IMMEDIATELY.
Supervising operative in attendance: Dr. H.
Subject: 1|24-|-@\/\/!|-| !4/
Operations carried out: Growth of embryos, insertion of special solution: evidence of adenine, thymine, guanine, and cytosine. Completion of Test #41. Subject K created. Psychoanalysis completed.
Diagnosis: Test #41. The test received the designated treatment required. Tests on first embryo were successful. Tests on the X-embryo were also successful. Fusion of embryos was successful. Growth of embryo was successful. It is now suitable to call the previous Test #41, Subject K.
Notes:
By Dr. H.
This is ultimately, a success.
Subject K was indeed aggressive when first activated. However, after intensive electro-shocks and following an intensive psychoanalysis, the prognosis is that Subject K is a success.
The Subject is now undergoing intense therapy. Memories and various other factors were inserted at an earlier stage. So far, the Subject feels as though he were just like the other members of the institute.
The difference between this Subject and the previous is remarkable. The Subject displays no overly-aggressive brain patterns or thoughts. The Subject has demonstrated that it is likely to reach the critical period of 40 days. The Subject appears to have fully accepted the enforced Motivational and Progress program. The Subject has displayed no signs of erratic antisocial behaviour, idiosyncrasies, or irrational behaviour, as other Subjects have shown.
Instead, the subject displays an acute sense of awareness, more developed physical and mental capabilities, and has displayed skills which are more than 78% more acute than the average human being.
Therefore, the second stage of action can now be put into action. I would like to congratulate the team.
Prognosis: If the Motivational and Progress program continue, then this Subject should be a success in every area. After effects should be monitored closely. Subject should now start to believe that all inserted factors have been put into play.
Future Actions: The Subject will be enrolled almost immediately after the treatment is deemed a success. The two variable embryos' content in the Subject will also be examined. The next stage will to be to place the Subject in the desired area.
We will also begin work on a possible addition, known at this time as 8/.
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