**Disclaimer: I do not own Zankyou no Terror or any of the characters in the anime. The title of the story is a lyric from the song "Von" by Yoko Kanno.**

AN: Hi all it's been awhile! I decided to upload what I have here I felt inspired. Pretty busy in college and worried about the coronavirus. My school may be shut down soon. I live in the US and they are shutting down colleges where I live to prevent the spread. If school is put online I will have more time to write fanfiction. Here is what I have so far and I plan to complete this chapter soon! Thanks for reading (:

Í Eilífri Hring (In an Eternal Circle)

Chapter VIII: Yellow Six

Twelve eyes the taser. Once a symbol of his control. His fear. His anguish. His horror at the hands of his sadistic handlers. He no longer felt fear. Now a symbol of his sacrifice he is about to make for Lisa. He knew he would have to do this. To save Lisa he would sacrifice everything. There is hope. She may be low on blood, but he would just give his own blood to her. He had done plently of data sampling on her beforehand. As a precaution. Who knew that now he would be able to save her because of it? The results of his sleuthing around on her genetics and background yielded the result that she has an O positive blood type. She would be able to take a blood tranfusion from him. O positive can take other O positive blood types or O negative blood types. Twelve has an O negative blood type.

Perhaps there is a God after all. Twelve picks up the taser. He places it to his head and pulls the trigger. Twelve cries out in pain, the searing shocks doing something to his mind that his body wasn't quite yet ready to follow. The colors, rising, falling over him like some kind of bloody rainbow of reds, blues and greens.

"You're back again?"

The black spots are in his eyes again. Twelve wants to scratch them out to make them go away. But he knows it would make his eyes bleed again. And they didn't like when he tried to hurt his eyes. It was the only thing they wanted from him. His way of seeing things unseen. He didn't just see things that didn't exist he can also manipulate it. He was the only one that survived the Theta programming. Psychic programming... telekineses and telepathy.

"Twelve?" The voice asks again. It's a boy by the name of Six. Six had black hair, dark eyes and a bright smile. Twelve wished he could be as sunny as him. Back in these days, Twelve was full of gloom. He was severely depressed. Six would often try to pull Tweve out of his despair. Nine was not around as much these days. He was in love with a girl named Five. But she had problems that Nine knew he couldn't fix. That didn't stop him from loving her anyway. Twelve really liked Six. His colors relaxed him. It was a soft shade of yellow. It was warming and soothing. And it kept the blackness at bay. There was always so much black on the doctors. Black on the nurses. Black that seemed to be coming from Five at times. A lot of the kids that were dying also had black on them. Twelve didn't know what to think of it it or what it meant. He only knew that it hurt to look at. It hurt to feel. He had orders to follow. Specifically, to torture Six. He didn't want to do it. But if he didn't then he would die. He wonders how they could even kill him when he was already dead inside?

"Hey, Six." Twelve waves at him with a calm exterior. He never smiled in these days. Only Nine did, but it was always directed at Five. Twelve gets closer to six. "I have something to show you. A new trick that I learned."

Six eye's light up like they always did when he was excited. The yellow even flitting around him excitedly. "Really can you show me?" Twelve could feel his stomach sour. He opens his mouth to speak. "Yeah, just follow me."

After it was over, Twelve leaned over and vomited bile. Six's body lay dead below him. There was blood on Six's stomach that trailed down from his mouth. He hadn't meant to kill him, but he hadn't expected Six to bite his own tongue. He recalled Six's final moments.

"You're going to hurt me now aren't you." Six says quietly.

Twelve nods.

"They told you to?" His eyes darkening even more. The light fading from him.

Twelve nods again.

"I knew this would happen, one day. That they would pin us against each other like this. I know what you do. I've heard from the other kids. The stories about you." Six whispers, his voice growing weaker. Twelve frowns. Hesitant in answering. Six had known all along that he was just a tool to do their bidding? How long had he known? How could he had even bared to look at him? Talk to him? To be his friend...

"It's okay. I never held it against you. I know that if you didn't do it, then someone else would do it to you." Six smiles at him as the yellow fades from his aura. Twelve is scared, he doesn't know what it means for a color to disappear. "Six..." Twelve begins, not sure what to say to him. Speechless, if he should be ashamed or grateful that Six didn't judge him for obeying the monsters. That he even could forgive him for being a monster himself.

"It's okay, Twelve. You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's all okay. I won't fight against you. I won't take part in their sick experiment. You don't have to hurt me. I won't have to hurt you."

"What do you mean?" Twelve asks. Six doesn't answer him, continuing. "You were truelly my only friend here, Twelve. Even if you were pretending all along. Even if you were just following orders in order to survive. You have to become like them in order to get this far. Trust me I know. I know what it's like. And... I'm not going to listen to them anymore. I won't hurt my friends to save myself. I can see why you did it and I understand. But I... I'm different. I know you're being timed right now. So I'll make this quick. Can I just have one request?"

"Sure, Six. What is it?" Twelve asks cautiously. He doesn't know what he could want or if he could even fulfill it for him.

"To close your eyes."

"Close my eyes?" Twelve repeats, dumbfounded. "But why?"

"Please. That's my only request. After that you can do what you want with me."

"Well, alright. If that's what you want..." Twelve obliges and closes his eyes. He wished he hadn't. He wished he had the courage fight back. To refuse to hurt his best friend. But he didn't. He was just a scared little kid. They all were. If he hadn't closed his eyes than Six would have still been alive. When he had opened his eyes, Six was dead. He had bitten his own tongue off.