I know some of you are confused at what's going on so, I might as well tell you what's in the first chapter; Yamato and Mimi's dad are huge parts of an illegal experiment to building this android. They're scientists hired by Kaiba Kyoto, who plans to use this android to take over the world with it's the highly-developed weapons that Yamato's dad (Masaharu) put in and the defense mechanisms that Mimi's dad(Mishiru) put in. There's also another scientist, Karachi, who actually built the android. Masaharu and Mishiru didn't like the idea of Kyoto so they stole the android just when it was done and about to become alive from Kyoto, and Kyoto dropped his lighter that mixed with the chemicals and blew the whole laboratory on fire. Now, Mishiru is stuck with the android. Got that all? If not, just e-mail me and I'll give you a better explanation.

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"Hyaa!"

A red-headed boy fell to his back on the blue-matted ground with a thud! A round of applause rang around the room for the young lad that sent the other to his back as the sensei walked towards two competitors. He patted the boy standing up.

"Marvelous, Yamato! You're doing better and better and Ryo," he looked down at the fallen boy, "you too are doing better, just remember to keep your balance and focus on your opponents' every move. Now, wrap it up for we have—ten minutes." And he walked away to tend to the other students.

The boy called Yamato grinned and extended his hand out to help his friend, "Hey, you okay there?" he asked.

The one called Ryo, smiled back, "Yeah," he laughed. "That was great, Yamato! You really are the best!" he exasperated.

Yamato grinned sheepishly, "Arigatou, guess it runs in the family," he said and looked over his shoulder to another blonde boy a bit younger than him who was finishing off another opponent. Yamato cupped his hands, "Hey, TK! C'mon, we have to get home!"

"Huh," Takeru blinked and his concentration was suddenly disrupted as his opponent took the chance and swerved her foot, causing him to fall. Yamato winced though his brother just groggily sat up and grinned coyly to assure he was alright and stood up with a princess wave to his older brother. Yamato chuckled.

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"May I have your attention, Flight 204 has now reached its destination—Tokyo, Japan."

Mishiru Tachikawa set his one briefcase down and sophisticatedly took off his sunglasses to scan around from what he can see of the airport gate before walking away towards the luggage claim. With a blank expression and kept his briefcase tucked safely underneath his arm and kept his hazel eyes focused around him, not noticing the twelve year old coming up behind him.

"Papa, what are you staring at?" the soft voice startled him and he quickly turned around to meet her also surprised face.

"Nothing, princess," he smiled and patted her head. "Nothing."

The girl smiled and both picked up their luggage, the whole way Mishiru's eyes never left the girl though still nervously looked around once and a while to see who, if anyone, was following. Answering the girls' curious questions with a smile and a nod they manage to get a bite to eat before walking out and calling a cab. The chestnut-haired girl skipped happily inside as Mishiru put his dark glasses on, scanned the surroundings before hopping inside.

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"Dad, we're home!" Yamato called as he and Takeru set their bags down by the door.

"Over here!" his dad called.

The two blonde boys leisurely walked in their comfortable, well-furnished house and to their living room who's walls were randomly filled with snapshots of the boys and their dad on vacations, karate matches, and some with their gone yet unforgotten mother. One that always struck their curiosity was the one their dad always had with him, a small snapshot of him when he was a bit younger laughing with another man with brownie hair and dark glasses, at the corner it was signed—Masaharu, look for me by under moonlight.

They found their dad sitting tiredly on the dining table and sat in front of him. "Hey dad."

"How was practice, getting any better?" their father smiled weirdly.

"You okay dad, you seem pretty tense," Yamato asked and looked around the scattered papers and blueprints beside him. "What happened?"

"Oh!" he quickly got up and started picking up the crumpled documents, carefully not letting his sons see, "it's nothing," he grinned, "nothing at all. Uh, why don't I prepare dinner soon, huh? You boys must be starved, eh, Yamato! Go run down the store down the street and pick me up a few things for dinner, okay?" he asked.

Yamato blinked at his father's weird actions but shook it off since he was most of the time like that, constantly being busy with these top-secret documents that he won't let even a single insect see let alone his own blood. "Uh, Sure, Dad," he replied, grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

After Yamato left, the young toddler turned back to his father, "Daddy, why do you have all these papers again? I thought you said you wouldn't be doing what it is that you're doing nomore," he bent down and picked up a piece of paper, a letter. "M-Masaharu…Per-Project Sha-sha—Mirror has no—"

"No!" before Takeru could finish reading his father had snatched it away. His face softened when he caught the sight of his seven year old son and he sighed, "TK, gomen, I didn't mean to scare you like that. This is very important stuff and, it's not really the kind of thing I can let anyone see." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Daijibou?"

"H-hai," Masaharu heaved a sigh as his son quickly and somberly walked away.

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They sidled among the busy streets of Tokyo in search of their apartment address. Unable to see beyond the blurs of work suits and students, the constant flashing of stoplights and signs, Mishiru and his companion had to practically force their way against people until they finally reached part of downtown that wasn't as crowded and they could walk with ease.

"Papa," the girl said, "why exactly are we here?"

Mishiru's face tightened, "Because, I'm just here to meet an old friend for a while and, I think this might be a good place to settle in, nei?"

"But, unlike all the other places you've moved us to I was actually doing well in Hong Kong and I was making a lot of friends too!" she exclaimed as they stopped beside a stoplight and waited to cross the street as a line of people began to start behind them. "What's so special here compared to all the places we've lived at? And who's this friend?"

"Mimi!" Mishiru snapped and quickly softened when the girl shrank with a hurt expression. "Mimi, I'm sorry, princess. Look, this is very important why were here and I really have to see this friend whom I haven't seen in the longest time now. Onegai? Just make the best of it, princess."

"Yes, Papa," she replied with a sigh at the thought of living and starting over at a whole new place again, she's always wondered why her father and her always had to move from place to place when where they are was pretty content and safe. What's so special about Tokyo anyway?

"So," she said, "who's this 'friend' you're meeting, and why tonight? Of all nights and when we just arrived!" she exasperated.

Mishiru chuckled and nudged her arm when the light turned green and they began crossing the street, "Well—er, like I said he's just an old friend I haven't seen for a long time now. And I have to see him tonight because, we're both busy people and we just really have to talk tonight," he looked to the girl. "Why the sudden curiosity?" he asked innocently and kept walking.

"Oh, nothing, I was just…" her voice trailed off as she glanced beside her and locked her hazel eyes on a pair of blue ones. That moment of a second seemed like the whole world stopped, the people suddenly disappeared and there was only them, the girl and the blue-eyed stranger she had locked eyes with. Something drew them to each other that words cannot have described, but, as short as a second is they turned back and kept walking without a glance back.

"…you'll be starting tomorrow. Mimi, princess is something wrong?" asked Mishiru and snapped Mimi back to reality.

"Huh? Yeah, 'm fine," she replied. "What were you saying?"

Mishiru arched a brow but continued, "School, you, tomorrow? Now, Mimi don't give me that look we've been through this so many times now," he lectured. "School's called Odaiba High and I'm sure with your keen personality you'll make friends in no time!"

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"Otou-san, I'm home!" Yamato called as he set the bags down on the counter. "Hey, anyone home?"

"Right here," called Takeru as he entered the room and started scrimmaging through the bags. "Oh, where's my rice balls?" he asked.

"Where's Otou-san?" asked Yamato, looking around.

"Hn," Takeru grunted. "That liar. He only sent you out just so he could sneak out and meet that friend of his!"

"Hey, don't you dare call him that," Yamato said and grabbed a bag away from him. "He probably wanted to tell us but you were too occupied. Stop scooping out the peanut butter!"

Takeru held his hand back, "I wasn't occupied he just didn't want to get us involved in whatever he's doing, like that's new, he probably even forgot that we existed or something—Ow!"

"Drop the jar," Yamato ordered sternly and snatched it away. "Look, I know he hasn't been around for a while but, you know how reporters are."

"Yeah, yeah," Takeru mumbled and looked around the kitchen. "Hey, I heard you made it into the competition."

"Hai," Yamato grinned proudly. "Been practicing for a long time now and I've finally made it into the city fighting competitions, just hope dad can make it this time. It's really important to me making the team." Yamato said to himself.

"Tough luck, brother," Takeru grumpily replied. "Give it up, Yamato, I have the past years now ever since Mommy—," Takeru quickly glanced up at the moment those words slipped out and saw his brother's arm frozen in mid-air, knowing what the last word was going to be. "G-gomen, Yamato…"

Yamato took a moment and looked up, a weak smile across his face, "It's okay, TK, it's okay." He softly replied and then held up a plastic bag. "So, what about I whip us up a couple of tacos, eh?" he grinned as the subject had been put to an end.

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Masaharu quietly crouched down among the darkness and watched silently as a few people passed down below him from the Famous Tokyo Tower. His stern blue eyes glistened against the flashing lights of the night bars and restaurants below and around. A small parchment did he have in his fist, the letter that he had gotten from a very old friend that knows every secret he kept and knew. Also, it was the same friend that he had working with him and helping him put a hold on Project Shattered Mirror. Masaharu Ishida was a good man, though not a very good father. Sure he was fun and nice to his sons but his one problem was, he is never around to show it. He's always stuck working or concentrating about this whole Shattered Mirror dilemma, you could already tell how his sons feel about this.

"You're late," he said as he slowly stood up and faced inside.

A small chuckle came from behind the shadows, "Same old Ishida, always having eyes at the back of your head," out came, Mishiru Tachikawa, he grinned and walked over to Masaharu.

"And same old Tachikawa, always sneaking up on people," Masaharu chuckled as both friends hugged each other. "Oh, it sure has been a while, old friend."

"Yes," Mishiru replied. "I see father time has paid you a visit," he laughed as Masaharu jokingly punched his arm.

Masaharu's smile turned down, "Where is she?" he asked.

Mishiru kept on his smiling face and replied, "She you mean Mimi. She's at home, I told her I was going out to get something but she's a big girl and won't get scared."

"You named her Mimi?" Masaharu asked. "Mishiru—"

"Don't start with me," warned Mishiru and frowned. "I know that's my dead daughter's name and I'm not ashamed to say that it was my fault of losing her. It's just that, this girl, this android, reminds me so much of my dear Mimi…"

Masaharu laid a hand on Mishiru's shoulder, "I know, Mishiru, I know."