Disclaimer: I wish I owned Wild Adapter. I'd even settle for EC. But I don't. They belong to Minekura.

Summary: A theoretical outlook on some aspects of Wild Adapter. My latest hypothesis on where the story might be headed - this one's gonna be quite a few chapters long, so be prepared.

Warnings: Spoilers for WA, of course. Also, this is a BL manga, so expect there to be boy's love in this- You all are NOT gonna be happy with me at the end of all this - just a warning.

Comments: Whoa, I'm a slacker. Well, actually, the problem is the opposite. Going back to school wasn't so bad, but as a warning, online classes eat a lot of time in busy-work. Anyhow, I apologize for how long this took me to write. Expect the next chapter a little sooner than this one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it's helped me keep going on this (my inner characters have been REALLY balking, since they know where I'm going)

Seventh Heaven Chapter 3 – Scarface Groove Pt. 2

Pururururu

Pururururu

I buried my head beneath the pillow, trying to block out the sound that woke me up.

Pururururu

"Kubo-chan!" I yelled underneath the pillow, "Get the phone!" The bed beside me was empty, so I knew he had to be awake and probably out smoking on the balcony.

Pururururu

"Ah, mou!" I dragged myself out of bed. It was way too early to be getting up; I must have been up until at least 4 playing the new game I got yesterday. Plodding into the main room, I snagged the phone off of the cradle. "What?" I asked, answering it. Glancing out toward the balcony, I saw that it was empty. Kubo-chan wasn't there.

"Ah, Tokki! I'm glad I got you. It would have been difficult to explain why I was calling, if Kubotcha had answered…" Takizawa's ever cheerful voice came over the line.

That voice woke me up a little. I had thought maybe it would be the quack, or Ossan or someone from school. Not a call for me. Carrying the handset with me, I glanced into the kitchen, and then went down the hall to check the bathroom. The apartment was empty.

"Hello? You still there, Tokki?" My prolongued silence must have made him think I hung up.

"Yeah. Did you find out anything?" I wasn't used to this sort of thing; the hairs on the back of my neck were sticking up. Any second now I expected Kubo-chan to walk in and ask who it was or what we were talking about.

"Yeah. You wanna come over for breakfast or something? This isn't exactly something I should tell over the phone…" That made the hairs on my arms join the ones on my neck. Had to be something serious, for Takizawa not to just blurt it out.

A short conversation later, I hung up. Scratching out a sloppy note that I left on the counter, I hurried out the door. The whole while I was heading out of the apartment and down to the subway station, my half-awake eyes would catch sight of a flutter of a black trench, and terror would grip my heart. Luckily, it was nothing, though I didn't breath a sigh of relief until I had boarded the subway headed to Takizawa's place.


"Well?" I asked around a mouth full of rice. Takizawa had refused to say anything until I had eaten. I was almost done polishing off the breakfast he had served.

"I looked into it like you asked, but most of what I found you already know." Takizawa said as he sat down across the table from me, having just refilled his coffee. "There wasn't very much I could find about Kubotcha's past than what's on public records. Criminal records, stuff like that." He sipped at his coffee.

Why'd he call me here, then? "So…"

Cutting me off, he continued. "But, I did find some interesting rumors about that chinese herbalist you mentioned he worked for…"

I glanced up at that; that caught my interest. I've always said that there was something weird about that quack. I know he helped me, and he's always worrying about me and all, but… Sometimes when he asks me about my hand I get the feeling he knows more than he's telling. Maybe it's just me worrying too much, but it really seems that way to me.

"I followed the rumors on the street and found that he might be involved in more than just the store. Nothing's certain, but I found possible leads into a small pharmaceutical company… There weren't many details, but a year or two ago the company was under investigation, something about using human test subjects. The company disbanded before any evidence could be discovered. It was a small company, consisting of only a few people, but I did manage to find a picture of their staff." He slid a photo across the table towards me.

A group of people in lab coats stared back at me from the table. I couldn't swallow. It was like my throat had locked up, refusing to take the food I had chewed in my mouth. The photo was a little blurred, printed off like it had come from the internet. You couldn't really tell if the long-haired one was Kou-san or not, but the one next to him, in the second row… My heart was beating fast and I forced myself to look away just so I could get the rice out of my mouth.

"Looks a lot like Kubotcha, doesn't it?" Takizawa said cheerfully, pointing. The rice was chalk as it went down. I stared at my mug as I swallowed some coffee to clear it out. "Name's listed as Akira. I couldn't find a last name."

The chalk that was once rice weighed heavily in my stomach. I couldn't talk either, and my head was filled with echoes of that name. How often had I woken up with that name on my lips? It was as if the sands of time had stopped, only for me.

But not for Takizawa. Leaning back, he studied me, a curious look on his face. I wondered briefly what I must look like. His voice shattered the illusions of time.

"That's all. Is there some connection between…" He began hesitantly, but I interrupted him.

"Thanks, Takizawa. I'll call you later." Rising, I grabbed my coat and the picture, and bolted out the door before he could get a word in edgewise.

TBC….