Chu! This is the last chapter, but dun worry I have Part 2 already typed out. I'll upload it eventually.


My name is Yugi Moutoe. I enjoy every game in existence and the romantics of my partner, Yami. My parents were killed when I was 8 months old and I was taken for experimental research.

Dr. Yami Atemu was assigned to my health; he was a gentle doctor and set me free when the corruption of the system became apparent. I didn't know he was destined to be my emulate then.

I am a Haibane, 008. My only friends are 003 and Beta 9. Wings grow from my back but can be retracted using an ancient athame; the process is called a Morth and Morthail. I am an experiment.

There are six athame in existence each causing different results and some are irreversible. That is the curse that you are stuck with.

Oh, did I tell you I am the president of the world's biggest supplier of military applications?


"Yami..."

SECURITY ALERT!!!!

"Yugi! We must leave, come Haibane!"

My former doctor. Yami, who took me from my parents? Yami. Who isolated me from everything and everyone? A small voice in my head adds, Yami. Who set you free! Yami. Who loves you!

Yami...

"Intruders! Load them onto the plane!"

Did you really cause me so much pain?

"YUGI! WE MUST GO!"

My parents... my life...he...destroyed it!

"No." My voice ices over with a thick glaze. This is my company, this is my new life. I shoot a look back to project Beta 9.

Yami betrayed me.

"Do it."

My friend grins hysterically and tilts his head down, quartet of wings spreading. His hands go into a circle. Black energy fills the void and sparks across the room. The oncoming guards stall, eyes wide.

He killed them.

I laugh and dive into the black fire. I cringe in expected pain, but find none. The fire surrounds my entity. I narrow my eyes and glare ferociously, bearing large canines.

The fire laps excitedly around my arms. It swells and awaits my command. The guards are staring helplessly, now triple in number.

I was lost. I was tormented. Revenge...

The men have families. Children, wives, lovers, and they all must know my pain. I cackle and release the fire. It leaps and burns with startling ferocity the soles and body of my enemies.

I will have my revenge. Even if it means...

I turn to Yami, his eyes overflowing with tears. He turns and runs. I beacon my comrades to follow and jump on the chase. The fire infuses my wings, stokes them with powerful strength. I take to the air.

Even...if it...means I have to...kill them all.

Yami runs out of the building rear entrance and scrambles to a plane. The ISMA private airport. How handy. I follow at a slow pace, passing through the walls of the plane easily. Yami urges the pilot to take off.

NO!

Yami turns to me solemnly and from is back pulls a knife. I sharply intake breath as I recognize the handiwork. The platinum athame, the only athame unrecorded in the system. My lover places the athame at his throat and presses in.

NO! Yami, stop!

The voice again! It is so irritating. I am Yugi Moutoe. Cruel executive, not Haibane 008. I force the loud voice father into my mind, but it surfaces and takes control. I scream just as Yami plunges the knife into his neck.

003 and Beta 9 scream with me, sympathizing at the horrendous pain. My lover falls to the ground and holds himself. Metal rods shoot from his shoulders, blood splaying everywhere. The beams grow steadily and from his back a metal tail also comes forth.

The newly formed expenditures glisten in the light, sharp scale-like feathers layered from the metal beams. From the back, tubes go from the beams to a pneumatic system operating consol. The metal tail twitches and raises itself up, parts joined by sinew fabric.

Part machine, part human a Haibane now and forever. I race to my lover and, avoiding the sharp articles, embrace Yami. The now hybrid Haibane smiles lightly as his tail trips him from behind, causing the teen to fall back and press a button on the wall.

The plane erupts in screaming as the floor opens and project Beta 9 spreads all wings, gliding softly. I scream in vain, as my lover catches me and I look to see his wings. The feather scales are spread, revealing thin skin between each point. The berth is well over 30 ft. and I watch fascinated as the small pneumatic device sends power to the wing system.

The sound of screaming jars me from the sight, as 003 plummets. I cry out to my lost friend and prepare to dive, as Yami shakes his head, pointing to a hand glider in the distance.

Bakura.

I look over to Beta 9 and wave farewell. My insane friend nods and looks to the west of the rising sun. A smile graces his face as I see his wings fold inwards. He smiles again and waves a final goodbye as he plummets into a black mist.


That was the last time I saw project Beta 9. I only prayed he was safe, and not alone, as I know I will never be. After the accident I left for ISMA with Yami, we left the building as it was mostly, keeping the company alive.

You think it ends here? No, I still have one last twist.... It was the day our building was beginning renovations that I finally saw Bakura again. He walked over to us in the chaos and smiled harshly.

I was perplexed as to why Bakura would seek us out after all those years. He reached into his pocket casually and brought forth a remote. I frowned as the thief said to us,

"This is for not helping Ryou."

Inside the building, hidden inside all renovations, a light flashed again. Then erupted into a fiery explosion.

As was the end of the International Sales of Military Applications.


I will post the next part of the trilogy in a week or two, maybe sooner. Here is a preview for it.

Preview of 'Pain is Overrated'-

After the accident, when we were all separated on that terrible plane, I knew true pain. The fall that broadened my comrade's double wings, only caused me anguish. They tried to save me, but...they failed.

I remember every little detail of the fall. The breathlessness and then rapid velocity, slowing as I fell through the first damp layer of cloud. It shook my senses but I was ready the second time. I held my breath and collapsed through another layer.

Then...I opened my wings, and they ripped from their sockets, jarring my spine and tearing loose muscles.