((Author's Notes – Okay. Part one, proper. People, enjoy a Kamui-of-the-third-kind. Satsuki's kick-ass attitude is a small tribute to my dear friend, Satsuki-chan. –Waves- Sei-chan says hi. This is my attempt at longer chapters, guys, so bear with me.))
Disclaimer – Nothing belongs to me, except my underwear and Suby-kun's. XP
Infection
Chapter One.
"Now, just calm down Yuuto and tell us what's wrong." The sultry secretary asked, slowly, one hand on the blonde civil servant's shoulder, as if she was pinning him in place. Which, considering those crimson claws she called 'fingernails', was entirely probable.
"It's /Kamui/…!" The poor blonde bishie said, glancing back at Fuuma. The 'evil' Kamui opened his mouth, probably to say 'It's Fuuma..!', but Kanoe overrode him.
"What about /Kamui/…?"
"I don't know what's wrong with him! He said he can't kill Kamui! I don't know what we're going to do, Kanoe!"
Kanoe gave Yuuto her best professional smile; Nice to look at, but as empty of meaning as a light bulb. Kind of like Kanoe herself, if you think about it.
Turning to the side, the Dreamer walked towards Fuuma, who was currently seated on a small, slightly spindly chair, looking around gingerly at the BEAST, and Satsuki, who was standing just behind him like some kind of guard.
Smiling again and kneeling just in front of her Kamui, the sluttish Dreamgazer rested one hand on his inner thigh in a way that she obviously thought would be reassuring, leaning forward, preparing the comfort speech. But she never got the chance.
As soon as her hand touched his thigh/Kamui/ gave an odd, strangled kind of yelp, eyes flying open wide as he stood up like he'd been electrocuted.
"W-w-what are you doing!"
"Whatever do you mean/Kamui/-chan?"
"M-my name is Fuuma, and what the hell are you trying to pull! Get off my l-leg!"
The chair fell over as Fuuma stood up, and then promptly panicked as Satsuki reached out and grabbed his arm tightly.
"G-get off! Get off me, Yatouji-san!"
It was useless. At Satsuki's wordless beckon, countless numbers of wires and thicker cables broke away from the walls and from the core of the huge machine known as the BEAST itself and fastened tightly around Fuuma's arms, legs, waist, chest and even neck.
Finally, Fuuma was trussed up, held a few inches off the ground, looking like the kind of sick joke a dominatrix would play on her favourite playmate. Wires covered every inch of his body, other than this head, and /Kamui/ pulled at them half-heartedly, a look of pure terror in his eyes.
It would have been amusing, had it not been so tragic.
"Now/Kamui/…" Satsuki said, taking two steps forward, towards the trussed-up twin star, her arms folded coolly across her chest. "..I'm going to have BEAST enter your body and connect to your central nervous system. It's going to hurt…" The computer geek grinned slightly scarily, "…A lot."
The confused Harbingers practically saw their Kamui go from red to green to white like some kind of bizarre traffic light.
Satsuki smiled smugly, reaching towards the core of the BEAST. At her mental call, one or two wires stretched out from the core, toying around her fingertips almost affectionately. Bringing her arm to the side, she gestured the wires towards Fuuma, who was looking progressively scared and worried.
Yuuto, from where he was standing, was looking almost as sick as Fuuma. Standing up, he moved towards Kanoe and, leaning up, whispering in her ear; "Does that girl have any experience with… wire-porn?"
Kanoe smiled smugly and replied; "Probably."
Yuuto was suddenly looking even greener than Fuuma.
Fuuma, meanwhile, was showing varying degrees of terror as the new selection of wires started to wriggle in between the others, snaking up against his body. All with Satsuki's full blessing, it seemed, as the computer geek walked across to the main body of the BEAST.
Reaching out, Satsuki two sets of perfect fingertips into the holographic screen of the BEAST, closing her eyes and letting her head tilt back slightly and opening her mouth as uncountable numbers of wires crept up her arms, shoulders, neck; entering her body with a sick, wet noise. Yuuto was watching her with what seemed to be morbid curiosity, his own mouth open ever so slightly, hands hanging limply at his sides.
Kanoe didn't seem impressed. She had probably seen it all before. "The analysis, Satsuki?"
The computer geek opened her eyes, turning to the side. Wires were extending from her skin to the BEAST's nucleus as if she were a part of the computer itself. "…Inconclusive. There is no physical change."
Yuuto wondered if this was like sex to the BEAST. …Probably. He resisted the urge to ask.
"Mental?"
"I'll find out, Kanoe-san."
Another few moments of playing with the computer, then…
"…Kanoe-san, the side of the cerebral cortex that controls personality; likes, dislikes…" At this, she cast a dubious glance at the trussed-up /Kamui, "…Sexual preferences. They are… different."
"How so?"
"It seems at though a completely different personality has taken over /Kamui/'s mind. Wait… This pattern…" The youngest Harbinger frowned at the screen a little, tapping invisible keys with her fingertips. Foreplay. "…This pattern… masochistic… Please, wait a moment, Kanoe-san."
The secretary tapped one high-heeled shoe on the mysteriously polished linoleum. (Come on. I doubt they have cleaners.) "Taking too long, Satsuki."
Yuuto, on the other hand, was looking pleased. If this carried on, maybe they wouldn't find out why /Kamui/ was acting so bizarrely. And… and maybe, if he was lucky, Satsuki would be…
"Kanoe… T-there's… I've discovered something!" Came Satsuki's voice, sounding ever-so-slightly panicky, as the girl turned to face the Dreamer, looking nothing short of amazed and slightly scared, "But… but it can't be right... yet BEAST says that it is…"
"What the hell are you talking about!" Kanoe demanded, striding forward and almost loosing her footing on the shiny floor.
"I'll give a visual display…"
The screen of the BEAST flickered as Satsuki withdrew her hands, and the computer gave several inquisitive bleeps, causing Satsuki to reach up and run two fingers along a wire protruding from her arm. Kanoe, who was nearest, heard her mutter "Later, BEAST. I'll see you later…" Some people are just sick.
The screen flickered again, and BEAST bleeped again, confident with his mistress's promise, and a soft image came onto the screen. Something that looked like a brain, with a certain part of the cerebrum highlighted in red, revolving slowly. From that, came a small line, pointing to a small passage of text, consisting of roughly 80 of impossible-to-understand scientific words. There was no mistaking what was written beneath it, however.
'Match: Shiro Kamui.'
Yuuto blinked at the screen, then turned to blink at /Kamui/ - or was that Kamui now? – Then turned to Satsuki, his face a mask of amazement, "What… the…. Hell!"
"There's no mistake. BEAST is perfect…" The geek murmured, reaching out and placing one protective hand on BEAST's outer casing.
Yuuto swallowed, "…We… have a problem, don't we?"
Kanoe walked up to Kamui/Fuuma, looking up at the twin star critically, then sighing deeply, "…Yes. I'd say we have a huge problem."
Yuuto groaned slightly, turning and stalking off to the side to exit the building. This meant that Kanoe would be a in a bad mood. Meaning he wouldn't get laid tonight. Then he stopped.
"…Wait. If we've got the uke masochist Kamui… then what…?"
Everyone paused. Then, the possibility of what Yuuto was saying slowly sank in, and Kanoe looked at him, open-mouthed. "…Then that means… that /Kamui/'s mentality is…"
Satsuki looked up from where she had been apparently petting the BEAST, "In Shiro's body. Or, rather, his mind."
The three Harbingers stared at each other. The looks of horror on their faces were mutual.
