Hey everyone! It's Ami here. I finally have the first chapter of my new story 'The Kei Project' posted below as you can see. If anyone's read my profile, they've seen an excerpt from this story, which will be in a later chapter. I'd just like to say thanks to everyone that has been reading 'A Lesson in Love'. I'm really glad about the response I've gotten from it. So okay I'll just get on with the disclaimer now. (1) I don't own Beyblade except for what I've bought in stores and my fanfics. (2) No one can steal Kei. He's my character and I loved making him. You'll find out more about him and his personality within the next chapters. He he. (3) If you have time, please check out my co-written stories posted under my cousin's name, which is EclipsedLight! (All of them except for 'Crimson' and 'The Cat's Past' we wrote together.) And lastly (4) Please read and review! I love hearing from my readers on likes, dislikes, or just anything I should change/ make better. Criticisms are greatly accepted. Okay now that that's said, Enjoy and Please Review!
Colors of pink, yellow and orange spread across the sky, pushing back the black and midnight blue of the night. Streams of light hit against a cold, brown-bricked building surrounded by a large iron gate. Warmness neither attempted to touch the place but brightened it, making it more welcoming than its hidden depths betrayed.
Below the three towering floors of the building lay a secret laboratory underneath, which added three floors more to its structure. Three men stood outside a door on the third underground floor in conversation. One was in a white lab coat, with brown hair and green eyes and he wore a tag displaying the words 'Sergey Isakovich' with his title of 'Scientist' in small letters underneath. The other two men stood closer to each other but just far enough not to invade the other's space. One of the two men had purple hair, and wore a black mask with jeweled red eyes and a heavy green coat while the rest of his clothing was black. The other man besides the purple-haired man had an annoyed look upon his face. His gray hair with a white line down his hairline almost like a skunk was slicked back and he wore a black coat lined with yellow at the edges.
"Boris, this is testing my patience. When can I see the results of where my money has been going into for the past couple of months?" The gray-haired man almost growled in obvious impatience towards the purple-haired man.
"Soon, Voltaire, there are still more tests that need to be performed before the subject is complete." Boris replied towards the gray-haired man who he had called Voltaire. He turned his head then to the only man left standing outside laboratory eight's door, which was painted in legible, blue letters on the upper right side of the door's molding. "Is the subject almost complete?" Boris asked, although it could have been easily mistaken for an order.
"Yes sir," the scientist named Sergey replied. "Only a few more tests and he will be fully operational in less than fifteen minutes."
"Good. Just the type of news I like to hear." Voltaire said, a smile forming on his lips.
"Yes and he meets all of your requirements except two- his hair and his eyes," Sergey continued. "No many how many times we tried to change them to look like your grandson's, they would eventually change back within minutes."
Voltaire's small smile faded at that and was replaced with a stern glare and frown. "I'm a little disappointing to hear that, especially since I've been paying for this project out of my ass!"
"We are very sorry sir but those two implications will not affect his ability or his effectiveness in exterminating the Bladebreakers." The scientist added to improve the situation.
"He is right and the boy has every bit of Kai's appearance but those two exceptions. He'll still be able to infiltrate the set and kill them all." Boris replied as well. He had been visiting the lab every so often during the project's creation and although there had been minor flaws, none of them would hinder the project's success; that he made sure of.
"He better, I can't have those annoying kids pestering me any longer especially that Tyson Granger. Without him, we'd still have the Abbey as well as Kai." Voltaire resigned although his unhappiness with the news still lingered on his face.
"Don't worry sir. With the Bladebreakers gone, Kai'll be so depressed that he'll come running back to you, considering that you're the only family he's got left." Boris stated, causing the reminisce of the implications to fade from Voltaire's mind as yet again a small smile formed on his face.
"He better or you're taking the consequences, Boris." Voltaire stated, giving Boris a hard stare to prove that in no way was this a joke, but then again Voltaire seldom joked about such matters.
The door to the laboratory opened and a tall and thin black-haired woman began to speak. "Sirs, the tests are all complete. Follow me and I'll take you to the subject, Kei 57."
"Kei 57?" Voltaire questioned.
"Yes. One of the scientists accidentally put in an 'e' and not an 'a' into the data so now the subject only answers to 'Kei'. Unfortunately there is nothing that can be done about this sir, since the boy has already been programmed with the name. But in better news, that scientist that made such an error is no longer working here." The black-haired woman remained emotionless as she explained yet another disappointment to Voltaire. Yet Voltaire didn't focus so much on the name as he did on the employee that had dared to mess with his project.
"Good." Voltaire said as a wicked smile curled on his lip. He knew that if any his of workers screwed up badly enough on any of his "projects"; they never found their way out of Biovolt. That is unless he was having a good day and gave them permission to leave or just choose to them killed off. But the former was something that he had only done once and it would was something he choose never to use again. The latter was used so often that it was amazing that Voltaire was constantly able to escape the law over and over again.
The second scientist led Boris, Voltaire and Sergey into the laboratory where several large tubes lined the wall of the room, all of them empty except one which was the farthest one away from them. As they walked towards the only filled tube, many of the other scientists in the room watched them briefly before returning to their work, all of them fearful of messing up in front of Voltaire; each knowing the consequences of such an action.
The woman stopped in front of the filled tube and began speaking to a short, stuttering man that quickly conveyed his message before returning to his previous work.
"I've just received good news. It appears that all of the tests performed on the subject have been completed and there are no further issues left except to drain the tube."
When she saw Voltaire nod, appearing pleased, she turned to a scientist behind a stack of computerized equipment.
"Release the subject," she ordered as the scientist complied. The liquid began to drain out of the tube quickly as the floating boy sank downwards slowly until his feet touched the bottom of the tube. When all of the liquid had been emptied out, the boy's eyes suddenly snapped open. The boy known as Kei 57 stood emotionless within the container as the needles and wires were slowly pulled out of him. The woman directed all of the men closer to the tank. The boy pulled off the mask that had covered the lower half of his face after the wires and needles had vanished upward. His eyes seemed to focus on the gentlemen and woman who were coming closer to him as the woman stopped the group several feet away from the tank.
She walked to the glass tube, pulling out a pair of keys as she did so. Finding the right key, she unlocked and then opened the glass door of the tube. Kei stepped out emotionlessly in only his boxers, which clung to his body along with his hair. Moving a strand of hair from his eyes, Kei walked and stood perfectly still in front of Boris and Voltaire.
"This is Kei 57. He's an android as you have been informed, but we tried to make him as realistic to your grandson as possible. He's already been programmed with his mission and is ready to go when you give your consent." The woman replied as she waited for Voltaire's response.
Voltaire stared wide-eyed at the boy; his eyes roaming the boy's body in utter amazement. A smile graced Voltaire's lips suddenly as all eyes stood on him. "He's…perfect." Voltaire brought his face closer to the boy's, who remained unchanged. "Get him dressed and then send him. Finally things will be going my way."