SlippingSanity : I am so sorry for not updating for such a long time! I have alot of work on my plate as of late and not alot of free time. I will, however, try to update as much as I can whenever I can. Also does anyone know the name(s) of Jyou's brother(s)? I really need to know them! Seriously! If you do, please tell me! I don't even remember his (their) english name(s)!
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Chapter Four
Thin metal needles pierce the skin, the feeling of a thousand hard pinches echoing throughout his body. He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing but air passes his lips.
Someone! Let me out of here!
He clutches his hands into tight fists and pounds on the thick glass surrounding him, trapping him in its long tube coffin, trapping him around all sides and from the rooftop to the floor. The people outside the prison carry on with their jobs, observing his mental and medical condition, and writing about his frantic behavior and attitude. He slammed harder on the glass, the heavy thuds of his fists shaking the tube slightly, though not enough to break free.
I want out of here!
He scratched at the barrier around him, banging his head harshly on the thick glass in front and all around him, his confindment driving him insane.
The muffled sounds of the scientist shouting orders around to one another barely registered in his mind as he continued to swim within his madman like state. His head-pounding and fist-slamming intensified as he felt the heavy flow of liquid begin to fall from the top of the tube. The green liquid began to fill in around him as it always did when he went into his madman state of mind.
The liquid, a mixture of sedatives and micro robotics, began to splash and slosh around him as he struggles to swim within the closed confinds, and stay atop the menacing green. Despite his attempts, however, he drowns in what he hates, his body slowly falling from his high position near the roof, the world around him begining to fade away.
A scientist with dark eyes and blue hair comes into his fading eyesight, an expression on his face different from the other colleges running around behind him. What was it? Worry? Fear?
The boy slowly rose his arm, placing it on the glass between his hand and the hand of the blue haired man on the other side of the tube. The boy inside opens his mouth slightly, bubbles of oxygen floating in the tube as he whispered.
"Help me..."
Taichi sat up rapidly in his bed, his breathing harder than normal, his eyes wide in fear. He stayed still, slowly calming himself, willing his heartbeat to return to normal.
"It was just a dream", Taichi breathed, resting an elbow on his knee and placing his chin inside his open palm.
Tiredly, Taichi observed the space around him. No glass, with the exception of the mirror and windows. No green water, only his flow of junk on the floor around him. Everything was exactly how it was when he fell asleep, and is exactly as all should be. Normal and absent of freaky tubes and oddly colored drug water.
"But how often," Taichi mused outloud, free falling onto his pillow and pulling the covers over his chest, "can someone have the same dream over and over..."
"The same dream for two weeks?" Koushiro questioned Taichi's words, raising an eyebrow as he did so.
"Yeah," Taichi confirmed, closing his eyes as he recalled the dream. The pain...the fear...the unheard pleas...
"Maybe there's something in your life hindering your actions, or maybe there's a suffocating secret in your mind that you want to get out, but can't quite find the ability to do so," Koushiro answered the wild haired boy after he mentally analyzed Taichi's situation as best as he could.
"Wow, that's deep," Taichi commented as he stood before his closet, looking over the many articles of clothing to find what he would be wearing for the day, as it was a weekend. "But I don't think it'd be anything like that."
"Really? Why not?" Koushiro wirled around in the chair in front of the computer to face the other.
"I don't think of myself as this "deep rooted" type of guy," he responded, snatching up a pair of shorts and a red short sleeved shirt with a blue stripe along the seams for his choice of wearing. "I'm more of the open book, headstrong type."
"I suppose," Koushiro breathed. He began to play over the different reason for Taichi's dream, trying to find a logical explaination. Perhaps it was a sort of premonition? A warning, perhaps? No Koushiro shook his head. He didn't believe in such things, as they weren't logical. Maybe there's something in his daily activities that seem to trap Taichi? Did Taichi have obsessive compulsive disorder?
"Tai, do you suffer from OCD?"
Taichi pulled the red and blue shirt down over his chest, directing his eyesight over towards the seated individual.
"OCD?"
"Obsessive compulsive disorder." However, upon seeing the confused expression on the others face, did he elaborate, "It's a condition in which a person is driven to do certain things in a certain way in order to accurately go on with their day, or for a number of many different reasons." Koushiro paused before continuing, "Perhaps you feel trapped in the routine you're in, or maybe you haven't done a certain ritual during the daytime?"
"Nope, don't have it." Taichi answered, hopping around the room on one foot as he attempted to place his shoe on one foot.
"That would probably go easier if you'd sit down," Koushiro pointed at the brunette, addressing the shoe situation.
"Nah," Taichi smiled at the dog eared redhead, "I'll be fi--" A small choked scream squeezed through Taichi's lips as he lost his footing over a pile of his clothing and fell to the floor.
"I told you so."
Taichi groaned in responce.
"Just what do you mean by that?" The overseer of the Alpha revival process demanded, her forest-deep green eyes screaming the many more word she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and then some.
"We apologize, madam." A few of her subordinates lowered their heads in shame, "We tried to examine the occupants of the field and stands as you instructed, but there was an outside force interfering with out equipment."
"So, are you saying that we were hacked?"
"Yes."
The green eyed woman glared heavily, waving her hand and dismissing the others from her personal office. She took a seat on top of her metal desk, her long, curled blonde hair shimmering around her form illuminated in the noon sun. She crossed her legs, her feet hanging a few inches off of the carpeted floor, the end of her tight, black skirt riding up her thighs a bit from the action.
She growled deeply in her throat, her brow furrowing in irratance. No! She screamed in her head. This can't be! I had everything planned out perfectly. Based on what I managed to dig up from personal files on the computer, Alpha X 00-00-01 had to have been somewhere in the vicinity! Her fist clenched tightly, lifting and punching the metal desk, a resounding thunking echoing in the room before vanishing into silence. I won't...
The blonde stood abruptly, running behind her desk and pulling back the chair and sitting down. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, the rapid strokes uncountable, as she began anew with her forbidden research. Her green eyes rapidly flew over the glowing screen, her eyes quickly reading a few lines of newly uncovered data and deciding if such data was valuable or worthless, maintaining it or discarding it as she saw fit.
I won't lose out to him again! I'll finish what he dared to accomplish! This was my father's final wish to him, but he quit...Not me!
"You hear me," She whispered into the ear of the mute lady air , "I won't fail you father! I'll show the world what you wanted to accomplish!" Her glare darkened, her fingers pausing over the keyboard. "...without his help..."
Her work was resumed.
"Brother!" The younger blue haired child cried out to his brother, running to tthe other as fast as he could across the room, his arm extended forth as if to grab the offending metal away from his older brothers' mouth. "Stop! Please! You don't need to do this!"
Tears dropped down the elders cheeks like a crystal waterfall, matching the sad majestic tears running down his younger brothers' cheeks. Unlike his brother, however, his tears did not hold fear and sadness in them as they shed, but the tears held the same meaning of a person finally obtaining peace in their chaotic world. Happiness and relief, with a pinch of sadness that longed for the pain of the chaos.
"Remember ..., okay?" The elder of the two spoke to his younger brother, a smile on his face as his finger squeezed tightly on the trigger.
The younger screamed at the height of his lungs, his eyes wide with shock, fear, and sadness. His body trembled, his weight becoming to much for his legs to support. He fell to the floor beneath him on his knees, a shaky hand reaching for the other. He didn't see a dead body...He didn't see a dead body bleeding...He didn't see his brother shoot himself in the--
"No!" The little boy cried out, fighting his hardest against the arms wrapped around his waist pulling him away from his brother. "Put me down! Stop it! Let me go!" His frantic yelling only outmatched by the rough, frantic movements of his body. He kicked at the person holding him, flailing his arms and legs, twisting his body in odd angles to escape.
"Please! You have to calm down!"
"No!" The little boy stubbornly cried, his escape efforts now twofold, "No!" He repeated, slamming his head backwards into the unknown restrainer's face. His action was rewarded with instant feedom. However, as instant as it was attained it was taken away, this time by more that one person, each one smart enough to keep the little boy at arms length. "Let me go!"
"Please calm down!"
"No!" He repeated his words while wondering how long it took for a persons' mind to comprehend a small two letter word. No meant No!
He hissed in pain as a sharp pain was administrated into his right forearm. His dark eyes traveled to the pain, expanding as he noticed a foreign liquid being administered into his veins. What were they doing?
The young child snatched away from the other person as they relieved the needle from his arm. He noticed, just barely, that he was no longer being held. He was free! He took a step towards the one he knew...knows as his brother, only to find the other so far away. He tried and tried again, but realized his attempts were fruitless. He tried once more, but it maintained the same result as all previous attempts at a reunion. Nothing different had changed. What had they done to him?
The young fell to the floor, his world seemingly in slow motion. He could hear the beating of his frantic hummingbird heart, could hear every deep, paniced breath as he shakily inhaled and exhaled it. His eyes fell halfway on their journey downward, offering the distressed young one a sliver of the world outside the darkness of his eyelids.
"Take him along! We may be able to liberate the information he was so desperately hiding from us." A female voice commanded from behind him.
The world tilted and spun for a few seconds before clearing. Dark eyes were greeted by a hazy combination of colors. White, yellow, and more unidentifiable colors surrounded him.
"Hello," The yellow and white blur somehow spoke to the boy, the voice particularly sweet, yet oddly familiar. Who was this woman? "You'll be comming with us."
He tried to question the woman's actions, but he could barely identify up from down at the point.
"I hope you don't mind," She continued as she walked, whispering in the little boy's ear, "but you're awfully important. You just might be of service to us, little Jyou Kido."
"Uh, Jyou? I think he's bandaged enough now."
Addressed blue haired teen blinked rapidly, rousing himself from his wandering thoughts of the past to the current present.
"Um, sorry!" He apologized to the other boy, the simple bandage for the other's scraped knee now a thick cast around the entire lower half of the leg, shoe included. "I'll fix that right now!" He grapped a pair of sissors from the first aid kit and began to correct his decorative mistake.
"It's okay!" Taichi assured Jyou with laughter in his tone and a goofy smile on his face. "I don't mind...um, Jyou, right?"
"Yeah," He confirmed, rebandaging the scrape with no mental distractions, "and you said your name was..."
"Oh! I'm Taichi!" Said boy introduced himself, holding out his hand towards Jyou and the other new acquantance.
"Well nice to meet you Taichi!" Jyou smiled in return, taking Taichi's hand in a friendly hand shake as the two stood from their positions on the clean gray concrete below scarcly littered with fallen tree leaves. "And this is Yamato!" Jyou gestered towards the blonde teen behind himself.
"Hey," Yamato greeted Taichi with a short wave of his hand, though it might have just been a raised hand to sweep the golden strands of hair from his deep ocean colored eyes.
Taichi blushed lightly, a goofy closed eyes smile on his face, laughter seeping through with embarassment.
Maybe he's still mad...Taichi mused mentally, scratching the back of his head in an embarassed manner. After all, I did crash into him...Wait! He's the one who pushed me into the bushes and cut open my knee! What am I embarassed about? I should kick his--
"Is this your dog?" Yamato asked, bending his knees to look the dog in the eyes.
"Huh? Um, yes he is," Taichi replied, his attention snatched from his thoughts to the canine form of his friend at the end of the leash.
Yamato didn't seem to hear Taichi, or even take notice of the outside world around him. Yamato appered to no longer be in the earthly world he and Jyou stood in, but in an intirely different dimension with Koushiro as is passenger.
Yamato's blue eyes stared directly into Koushiro's own black eyes, the ocean colored eyes seeming to have swallowed Koushiro in it's cool depts and pulled him to the very bottom. He felt a rush of the double edged liquid flow through him, every fiber of his being, human mixture and dog alike, lit on fire with the icy coolness, and became paralyzed by the frozen gaze. Silently Koushiro prayed for Taichi to tug him away on the leather leash he was attached to, but there was also a part of him that screamed for Koushiro to explore the other's eyes. Something in him told the story of Yamato holding something in his eyes, and that it was up to Koushiro to take it from Yamato.
But what is it? Koushiro pondered, swiming through the liquid. What does he have for me?
Answers.
Koushiro inhaled sharply. Did I just hear...?
Yes. I'm telepathically communicating with you. It's one of our abilities.
Koushiro stared at Yamato, confusion weighing heavily on him as a waterfall does a strand of hair.
I don't understand...
That's why I'm here.