Hello again! I just love writing this fanfic, it's just so much fun, but the only hard thing is trying to get all of my ideas out so I can finish it! Well, here it goes!
(From Kellan's POV)
Tap, tap, tap, I sat in my cell, slowly tapping my foot against the cement floor of my cell. Dim light filtered in through the small window in my door, but even that light was fake and synthesized. No matter how hard they tried, they could never really create sunlight.
Annoyed, I began to fiddle with the collar on my neck. It was made of thick steel, and in the middle of the front, sunk deep into it, was slightly glowing blue glass. I traced by finger along the thick weld, to reach my neck, where my tattoo lay. I knew what was embedded there. It read WP-713, a mark of my slavery.
My job was not fun and the thing I most wanted was to leave, to be free again. But here I remained, like a caged bird, longing for fresh air and sunlight. I did not know how Midorai did it, but I wished she'd at least tried to save a few of us. The electricity that charged through the bars of my cage hummed dangerously, a constant reminder of my new life.
Oddly, I did feel sympathy for the girl. At least my entire family was born as freakish as me, but for her… she was a first, an anomaly. This… curse… was supposed to genetically passed down, but somehow she got it. I sighed, leaning back against the concrete walls.
This monster of a company had taken everything from me, first my family, then my freedom. I could hear footsteps draw nearer, and I knew who it was, the boss. Slowly, leisurely, he made his way to my cell, and stopped, his hands resting deep in the pockets of his slacks.
"Kellan, there you are," he replied in his deep, smooth voice.
"What? Afraid I'd tried to run off again? I tried once and it obviously worked," I replied sarcastically, refusing to stand for that monster.
"I am truly disappointed about what is going on. Midorai left, and you were unable to get her back, you know what happens when I'm disappointed, right?" he asked, sneering at me.
"I'd love to see you have that same pompous air standing in front of me by yourself, without bars," I replied coldly, staring off at a dark corner of my cell.
"Alone with a freak like you?" he asked, the innocence in his voice mocking me.
"It seems you've forgotten that you said you stop calling me that," I replied quickly, casting a quick glare at him.
"Yeah, whatever Kellan," he replied off handishly. I sighed, looking over at him disdainfully as he walked away. I sighed as I stared back at my wall, contemplating the plan I had.
If this worked our right, Wyngs would be out of power fast…
(Back to the Niwa house)
Midorai slowly made her way through the house, the dark rooms only lit by the candle she still grasped in her hands. The small flame bounced off her golden eyes as they scanned the rooms, until she reached the living room, where the Niwas were staying. Daisuke had already snuck back there somehow and was curled up on the love seat. Mr. and Mrs. Niwa were cuddling on the couch, and Daiki, the grandfather of Daisuke, was sitting casually on the other end of it.
"I've got fire, so let's light some of these candles," she called out cheerfully, making her way to the various candles in the room. In no time the room was filled with the flickering lights of the tiny flames, and Midorai sighed, tucking her legs under her as she sat down, staring at the flame of the candle at her feet.
Daisuke watched her stare at that flame, and again he felt pity for her. They really didn't know that much about her at all, not even her last name and he began to wish that he did. Soon, everyone but Daisuke and Midorai were sleeping, and the room fell quiet, except for the sound of breathing and the crackling of the small blazes.
"Midorai… do you have a last name?" Daisuke asked quietly, looking over at her seriously.
"I guess I do, I can never remember it though. Every time I try, it only makes my head hurt," she replied, laughing slightly at the end.
"That's… kinda sad."
"I guess. But I can't mourn over what I can't remember," she replied as she swiped her finger quickly through the flame and then stared at the unburned flesh.
"You really shouldn't do that."
"But pain… that's the beauty of it, it let's you know you're alive," she whispered breathlessly, held in rapture by the burning candle.
"Why aren't you parents looking for you?" Daisuke asked, moving over to sit in front of her.
"I guess my mother doesn't want me… and as for my Dad, maybe he's out there, trying to find where I've gone… but I wouldn't know," she replied quietly, when the silence was broken by the quiet grumblings of Daisuke's stomach, reminding the two of them that they had yet to have food.
"Ah!" he cried out, surprised, then looked over at Midorai who was trying to hold back her laughter, hands desperately covering her mouth, as though she was trying to keep the sounds caged behind her lips.
"I think we have some dry food in the pantry… it's this way," Daisuke hurriedly got up, followed by Midorai as they quietly raced to the large, walk-in pantry that resided in the kitchen. As quiet as they could, the pulled the doors open, wincing at the joints cried out for oil.
"Food!" Midorai cried out softly, walking into the pantry, followed quickly by Daisuke. There was very little light since it all came from the candles in the large living room, but there was just enough to barely see.
"It's… really dark in here," Daisuke observed, looking around the dim room as they stumbled to the pantry, his hands finally colliding with the thin teak door.
"Hmm… Well, we're very close to food… but we can't get the door open until we find a handle," Midorai commented, running her hands along the right door, her fingers searching for handle.
"Yeah, we need a candle at least," Daisuke muttered, casting a glance over at the living room, where his parents lay sleeping.
"I could go get one… or… Daisuke, remember, don't tell anyone about this…" Midorai nodded her head to him, holding a finger to her lips. Daisuke quickly nodded, eager for light, and wondering just what she would do this time.
"Lunai," Midorai muttered, holding her palms out in front of her.
A soft breeze suddenly blew threw the room, collecting just above her thin hands. With a soft puff of air a small orb of gently glowing white light began to hover between then and Midorai smiled, casting a glance at the door.
"Ah! There's the handle!" she cried out triumphantly pulling the doors open and walking into the large cupboard, followed by Daisuke.
"H… how do you do that?" Daisuke whispered loudly to her (can you whisper loudly?...hmm…) as they walked deeper into the room.
"I…" she stopped mid-reply as a small tremor shook the house. The doors to the cupboard slammed behind them.
"Ah!" Daisuke cried out, trying to shove the doors open.
"What's wrong?" Midorai asked as she watched Daisuke take a few steps back and then ram his shoulder into the door, but nothing budged.
"Something…must… be… jamming… the door…" Daisuke sighed, finally giving up, slumping down the door.
"Do you think your parents will find us?"
"Hmm…" Daisuke thought about it, then listened carefully, his ear pressed to the door. There was no noise, except his grandfather's snoring.
"Nope, they're still asleep, or at least Grandpa still is…" Daisuke trailed off before sighed deeply, his chin dropping to his chest in defeat.
"Well, all is not lost. We have light, and we have food. Here!"
She tossed him a small box of rice crackers which he caught effortlessly. The light that Midorai had created still hovered above their head, casting the cupboard in soft pastel hues. With tentative hands Midorai opened a mini-cereal box and began to chew thoughtfully on the Cheerios inside.
"So, we're stuck in here in the meantime, interesting," Midorai muttered though the food and swallowed happily, grinning at Daisuke.
"Interesting? How is this interesting?" Daisuke demanded, savagely biting into his rice cracker.
"No need to get testy. It's just, it's nice knowing I'm here with someone else. I don't feel so scared now," Midorai replied cheerfully, "and it's not like this is a bad place to be stuck in for a while."
In amazement Daisuke looked over at her as she pushed her long hair over her shoulder and letting it pool on the ground like a large, dry rain puddle. Her slim hands rested over the opening of the Cheerio box and she munched of the whole wheat O's happily, content as a cat in a window.
"How do you do that?" Daisuke asked, gulping down a dry lump of salty crackers, wishing he had some soda.
"Do what?" Midorai replied, tossing him a small bottle of Sprite, "you looked thirsty."
"That," he pointed at the orb of light with one hands while twisting the cap off the drink with the other.
"Oh… I was hoping you wouldn't ask. I don't really have a good answer…" She replied still cheerfully but there we hints of sadness threaded into the words.
"Sorry…" Daisuke looked away, embarrassed to have asked the question.
"Don't be!" Midorai replied quickly, shaking her head feverently at him.
"I don't care if you're creeped out by it, just so long as you tell me!" She added as Daisuke took a deep sip of his Sprite.
"I've been told I'm a freak, so I'm used to it, as for how I do that… I just do, I've been able to do it since I was a kid, and the incantations come naturally. I don't really know why, but they do," she sighed as she finished, grabbing a small bottle of soda for herself too.
(Daisuke's POV)
"I… I don't think it's freakish," I replied back softly, holding the green plastic bottle with both hands and stared at the fizzy insides embarrassed.
'Yeah, you're freaky enough as it is,' Dark added in and I could almost see him grinning evilly.
"That's nice of you then, but you don't have to lie," I heard her reply. There was rustling of fabric as she moved around and decided to sit with her knees pulled up to her chest.
'All right, Daisuke, you've got a girl alone! You know what to do!' I heard Dark say as I took another sip of my Sprite, nearly choking on it.
"You okay?"
"Wha… oh… yeah," I replied, wiping Sprite from my mouth.
"Jeez, Daisuke, you're so clumsy!" She laughed cheerfully at me and I found myself joining. I guess she was right. It wasn't so bad being stuck in here…
Sorry it took so long to update! Yay, well, it's getting harder to write this! GAH!