Disclaimer: Many characters belong to Square Enix, as well as many of the place names.

Remember: This story is basically a fanfiction of a fanfiction, based on "Ame ni Matte" by Lily Silver. The story design and set-up is based around that story. Also, her original characters used in this are Lorna Relson and Marshal Gray will be mentioned here and there. I recommend reading her story, for it is very good, and mine would make much more sense if you did.

Ok, guys, this is my first shot at a story, and the only way to get better is to practice. Please, stick with me, and I will do my best to make this story entertaining.

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Chapter 3: Science Project

Hey, my name's Raphael Fortson. I'm a Turk working for the ShinRa Company. Right now, my job is too keep surveillance on experiment 5-3-A. I don't know why they have "A" in there...it's not like there's any more of them.

It's hard to believe that it's only been seven years since the artificial human was created. Not a clone, not a rebirth of some dead guy, or anything like that. It's just a human. Really, I'm quite surprised that Boss actually funded it. ShinRa doesn't just throw money away, you know. I can remember when I was assigned as security for this project.

Of course, I was late to work on the one day of the month we were having a meeting. Just my luck, too, that all the good assignments were handed out by the time I got there. The folder that was handed to me was stamped with a big, red "confidential" note. On the tab was the acronym "H.A.N.A." Only later did I find out that was short for.

It was quite a drag. I stood at the door of a room as guys in lab coats went in and out of the doors all day. How boring. White coats, white hair nets, white gloves, white shoes, all wearing glasses...it was like they were clones or something. Oh, but every once and a while one of them would be holding a clip board, or pushing a cart, just to mix things up a bit. At some point, I got a chair that I could sit in. Three years of this (I started security two years after the project started). THREE YEARS! Imagine how bored I was by then!

Anyway...so, there I was, sitting and waiting, like I did every day, when there was some otherworldly scream from inside the door. Because it was my job, I rushed in to check it out. It was weird to walk into this room that you had no clue what was inside, but because it was top-secret, you expected to see something like a monster. Instead, there was a little girl, dressed in white, sitting on a metal table and crying. The lab guys that were in there all crowded around her and told me to get out. I did. After all, it was top-secret, like I said, so they were trying to hide whatever they were doing.

That's the day I went to the Head of Science, Hojo, to find out exactly what I was security for. What good is security if you don't know what you're securing, right? So I went and talked to him. He seemed oddly willing to tell me about this top-secret project. That's when I found out that H.A.N.A. really meant Human Anatomy Neuro-biotic Assembly. Of course, this sounded like a different language to me, but Hojo explained. They were basically building a human. The Neuro-biotic part meant they were doing it by trying to create a perfect brain from scratch. They way I got it, was they were throwing emotions, senses, and memory into a large pot, mixing it around, and hoping that it turned into someone's gray matter upstairs. I guess it worked 'cause that little girl I saw looked normal enough. Hojo went on to tell me that I would probably hear more screaming and stuff. Apparently, the girl's vocal cords had developed, and they were working on giving her emotions, so she was bound to be sad and angry at times.

All this sounded like some kind of torture to me, but I had no say in the matter, and unless I wanted to be unemployed, I had to keep my mouth shut. When I got back to the door, there was a symbol painted on it that was meant to tell others that what was inside was a biohazard. I was puzzled at how a five-year-old kid could be "hazardous," but whatever. Hojo was right. Every day, there was screaming and wailing coming from inside, but I forced myself to ignore it. Two years of that. Not quite as bad as three, but still a long time.

So, now I had been on the job for five years, and they call me into a meeting about it. As I was going to the meeting, I was curious on what they were going to tell me. Maybe they were going to tell me I was doing something wrong. How wrongly can you sit guard by a friggin' door? So, that most likely wasn't it. Maybe, they were going to take me off of the job, move me to something more exciting...In my dreams. Sure, what I got was more exciting, but I'm still a damn nanny!

All right, when I got to the meeting, there were only two people in the room, the Boss, and Hojo. They explained to me that they would be releasing the experiment into the outside world. I only laughed inside at that. They made it sound like they were letting an animal free from a zoo. Oh well. Hojo also said that they would erase her memory of the labs. I have no clue why they were going to do that, but I guess they had their reasons. My job was to keep watch on her. To follow her around and keep a weekly log of what she was doing. They said they had already tested this type of research out on another project, and it was going quite smoothly. I was going to be briefed on the process later by the guys who were already keeping watch on that other project. I thought, 'Hey, not bad, at least I'll be getting out of this dumb place.'

My last day guarding the door was the first day I ever got a good look at Her. Three guys in white brought her out of the room. I guess there were three because they were taking caution after the shooting a couple months back. The poor girl had messy hair, and was so skinny it was scary. When she looked at me, I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry. She looked like a stray dog with those big gray eyes filled with tears. She was only seven, why were they being so cruel? Never mind that. She was getting her memory erased, so it was all going to be ok.

Later that day, the white coat guys took her outside of the walls and set her sleeping body down on a bench on the side of a nearby street. That's when my super-spy/nanny days began.

I started by talking to two co-workers, Lorna and Marshal. They explained how they kept an eye on the experiments they were watching, and how they wrote the reports. It didn't seem all that hard, so I wasn't worried.

She didn't do much the first week. The bartender, Mac, at a local pub, the Double Shot Pub, became fond of her, and started feeding her lunch every day. When I questioned him, he told me that she called herself Hana. I thought they erased her memory...maybe they didn't do a very good job. Mac also told me that he had given her some gil to help her with living. I found that Hana used the money to buy a used backpack, a blanket, some used sandals, and a new, less white outfit.

The second week wasn't much different. Hana continued to go to the pub daily. She found some sort of residence in an empty pipeline. I wasn't supposed to interfere, so I couldn't help her find a better home. She would go out to the town all day, and return to the pipe at night. I couldn't imagine what she was doing in town. When I saw her, she was always just walking around the streets, picking up spare bits of change that she would find on the sidewalks.

The third week, however, did bring something interesting. On her way to the pipeline, she ran into experiment 2-4-C of the Jenova Project. I had heard that the kid, 'Kadaj' I think they call him, could be violent, but he didn't do anything. They just talked. Every day since then, she's visited that residence in the morning and in the afternoon. The two kids seem to be good friends. I haven't talked to Lorna and Marshal about it yet. Neither know where the other came from, so everything should be alright. Every once and a while, one of the other experiments 2-4-A and 2-4-B, or 'Yazoo' and 'Loz' I think, will come outside and play with them. She seems so happy now, that it's hard to believe she was so upset three weeks ago.

It's now the beginning of the fourth week. I'm not sure what'll happen, but the Boss-man's counting on me to report, so I have to keep playing spy-nanny.

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End Note: Wow, I really like how this chapter turned out for some reason...I guess I just like the change of style. Enjoy...and review, please!