Author's Notes: It's been a long time and I won't lie, I was getting a bit bored with this series. But my interst has peaked again and its time to continue the last part of the Pinpoint series. I hope you all have fun reading it, thanks!

Pinpoint Desires

Chapter 1: The War Torn World

The room was musky, filled with stench of cigarette and alcohol. Soft music, that recognizable as jazz, wafted through the area. It was a small tavern, unkempt but at the same time pure. It wasn't pitiful but merely dated and that was probably intentional to keep the authentic aspect. In the corner, four men laid cards down on the wooden table. A woman listened to an order and at the corner of the bar was a single man. He was garbed in a thick green coat, opened up to reveal the black shirt he wore which had a small cut on it. His brown hair was cut short and raised, and he wore both a thick black glove and pair of tinted yellow sunglasses.

Bando took another sip of his drink and continued to read the paper, casually leaning back in his seat until he raised his legs and laid them upon the bar table. Whether it was a natural thing or his own appearance kept the bartender from saying anything, nobody objected to him. It wasn't often that a foreigner came around these parts and considering how well he paid, they were willing to let him do as he pleased.

The man gazed longingly at the paper, glaring down at the headlines near the bottom of the page.

"Three Diclonius found outside town 25 kilometers away…"

After these many years, reading about horn killing wasn't really new to him anymore. It was always the same, some dumb kids didn't know how to hide and they were found, captured and their horned bleached and ultimately killed. The act came from horrible delinquents but because of the major issues with the horned girls, there were few who actually cared. Even the bar itself had on display the skull of a horned human, plastered on the wall like some hunting trophy. He mustered the will power to ignore it.

People were stupid, regardless of their custom or culture. Give them one thing they aren't used to and they'll attack it relentlessly. This was no longer about the destruction these girls caused; it was about their own blind hate for them. He doubted many of them could even remember why this whole Diclonius extermination plan had been put out in the first place. For himself, he just found them annoying.

There wasn't really any reason to hate the horned girls and while he certainly rather stay away from them, Bando couldn't say he hated them. Well that was including a certain woman back in Japan, but the less he thought of her the less chance of him accidently punching someone in the face. Speaking of Japan, things were a lot tighter there as well. The entire country was in lockdown, guarded and ruled by that old bastard. A small revolutionary group had been built these past years, working in secret and doing their best to stop Director Morotisan. Although the man himself had last been reported in Hungary and hadn't been sighted since. Bando had to wonder if the others in Japan knew about it. He had to guess they did and for now it wasn't his problem.

He took another long drink.

He wished a lot of things weren't his problem, but life was a terrible mess now, but not for him. No his problem was because he was bored out of his mind and didn't like running errands trying to find that damn white haired woman and get rid of her before she met her even more obnoxious sister. That and like some carry-on sheriff, it was his job to seek out protection for those horned brat. True indeed, the world for humans was not terrible, only misplaced; it was the poor humans with horns that suffered the most.

Because of the world wide extermination planned for horned girls, Diclonius were often hunted down and exterminated. People had learned to keep their distances, used more powerful weapons and in many cases it was often a few girls against a mob of vicious vigilantes. Some attacked, most tried to run, most were murdered. Having some vectors became a little more than a tool of survival for the young girls and women as they hid away often in homeless shacks or in areas outside of the cities and towns. These places too were also often found, destroyed and those who lived their decimated.

The burly soldier yawned and finished his drink, asking for another. He needed more alcohol, the kick just wasn't enough these days for him. Five years had passed since that ungodly day in Japan, where the brats fought and the tore apart the world. Five years he had been on some manhunt for Kiriashu Onyara who had remained uncaptured ever since then. How long a time passes, and definitely how boring it is when it's all alone. During these five years, beyond growing a few wrinkles on his face and a bit of stubble, Bando hadn't had much contact with anyone.

He had last spoken to Julius and Victoria about a year ago. They were doing fine though working in secret. Well that was clear enough, being Diclonius themselves.

As for the people over at Japan, the only thing he had received was a message from Roy Synth two years ago.

The revolutionary group simply called "Horns" had been created, led by the resistance of Diclonius and Pro-Diclonius human. They kept a constant battle in Japan, attacking headquarters related to Garder's forces as well as doing their best to save lost Diclonius. These girls were apparently sent to the S.S. Diclonius, a name that would imply a ship and one so simplistically named he wondered why they didn't just call it "Bunch of horned girls on board, have fun bitches." But it was actually different from that. It was actually a small area submarine, that floated beneath the waves though submarine might not have been the first word one would have thought of. To describe it would be like a small town, a very small one holding a population of maybe 400 including the Diclonius themselves. Entrapped by a metal dome, it remained several kilometers away from Japan's waters and hidden, rising only to fill up oxygen and to make other assorted arrangements. It wasn't a home, but only a camp for the horned girls who were suffering endlessly through this twisted world they had to live in.

The only defense the S.S. Diclonius had was a naval group that had been composed of the few military executives who did not follow the word of the so called Director. Many of which came from Osaka, the one of few places that cared for Diclonius and the place most obviously to be guarded and watched over by Morotisan's ever careful eye. But he wasn't good enough to stop them completely, though small and by no means much of a threat currently, a small militia was built up and continued to thrive on the seas.

But it was little more than just an annoyance to Garder and the world of horned haters. They knew that any direct combat with Director Morotisan would only lead to more deaths. As of now, they're only job was to save the Diclonius that they could and do any amount of lasting damage to the opposition.

According to the data, about sixty percent of the Diclonius population had already been killed and because births were automatically euthanized, the Diclonius race was declining quickly.

Tracking of Lagusa and Onyara had also given little results though enough had been done that had kept them from meeting each other. Of course they had no idea if the two had met as their plans still remained vague. Knowing Onyara and her show off attitude, the world would know if she succeeded. But he didn't plan on letting her succeed; he'd risk his life for that. He had to admit, the stories of Onyara's powers intrigued him, he was still a soldier at heart and the thirst for battle was great. Apparently the girl was almost as powerful as his other "favorite" horned girl, so if he took her down, the more confidence he'd get taking his sworn enemy down as well.

The phone rang; strange he hadn't received many calls these past few months and checked on it.

"Yo?" He answered. A woman's voice that made him cringe answered.

"Oh, so you're actually awake? I thought you might have been drunk since you keep drinking all the time I hear." Kaede's sarcastic tone made the soldier want to punch somebody. Specifically the one on the phone.

"Why are you calling ya pain in my ass horned woman? Where's Roy?"

"He's out on duty right now, which is why I'm calling. Standard business, I'm going to send you some new data involving Onyara and Lagusa that we've recovered as well as what's happening in Japan. You already know how troublesome it is to get information these days. Especially when the networking systems of the world are being carefully watched."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, just send the crap over and hang up. You know how I hate listening to your voice horned woman."

Sardonic laughter on the other end once more made Bando's ire rise.

"Yeah, sure whatever. It's being sent now; do with it as you please."

Kaede Synth hung up the cell phone and put it away, sighing as she stood above deck where the S.S. Diclonius was currently situated at sea to regain oxygen down below. Her vivid pink hair blew in the salty wind and her black jacket with a single sleeve where flowing freely on fact of her lost arm. People, mostly humans were working at the top and Kaede had to think as she usually did on how she had come to this point in her life. A leader of a resistance group, a commander as one would say, it made her feel mature and strong but oddly out of place. This wasn't the kind of thing she expected to do in her life.

There were many things she never expected in her life, and those changes were what sculpted her to what she was now. "How's the oxygen?" She called out, she sounded so intelligent that it scared her. Five years did things to a woman, especially one like her.

"70% complete, Kaede-san!" One man called out. Entering new oxygen into the system was an easy but vastly long process that took a total of two hours to complete. Near the top, watchers were stationed looking all around for potential dangers and at a moment's notice would signal the alarms. Across the ocean waters, Kaede's eyes were transfixed on the hazy shape of Japan's land the days of hell for horned girls were made. It was lucky that they had this one spot of reclusion and she had thankfully gotten her family from Maple Inn here as well. Yet unless they managed to stop Morotisan, this cursed life would only last until they were all dead.

What mattered more was not just the defeat of Director Morotisan, but to rid the world of this irrational hatred for Diclonius. Even if Garder was killed, it wouldn't change the feelings the world had. What they had to do was not only stop Garder, but stop this madness going along. The only way they could do that was to get the world to trust the young girls who were only guilty of the crime of being different. But because Elrya Alya, this trust had been shattered. Although Kaede disagreed with the way the situation was handled, even she couldn't deny the reasons behind it.

They, the Diclonius were dangerous, not just in the basic sense. They were dangerous because they were biologically inclined to kill humans. Sure enough some control and trust and love would help decrease these instincts, as her own voice Lucy could very attest too. But that wasn't enough; something had to be done to stop it completely. As long as the biological urge continued to exist, the chance of another incident would occur. Therefore, they had the brightest minds of their generation attempting to work this out.

"Mama!" A small voice cried out and a young horned girl dressed in a lilac dress gleefully hugged Kaede's leg. She was about five years old, her face exactly the same as Kaede's though her hair was a bright turquoise that came down to her shoulders. Kaede gently smiled at her daughter and lowered herself to her knees, petting her daughter's head and speaking softly to her.

"What are you doing here Kanae-chan? You should be down with the others."

Kanae, the child of Kaede and Roy was a sweet girl who Kaede was convinced was some sort of incarnation of Nyu herself. She was bubbly, sweet hearted and constantly wanted to help others even if she couldn't do it. She kept a small rabbit with her at all times, a stuff creature that often made Kaede remember the one the person she was named after had. It was a sign of respect for both Kouta and his sister and as a way of apologizing that she named her daughter after the poor child that she had ruthlessly murdered long ago on the train.

"When is papa going to come back?" Kanae questioned, looking out over the seas, watching the waves rock back and forth.

"He'll be back here soon I'm sure, please head back down Kanae, you know you shouldn't be up here."

"I'm sorry Mama, but Routa keeps trying to take Ka-chan away from me!" She cutely held her rabbit closer to her chest and small tears formed in her eyes. "Ka-chan doesn't like it when he tries to take him away from me, right Ka-chan?" She put her stuffed rabbit in front of her and played around, pretending the toy was talking to her mother.

"No I don't, please help me."

Smiling at her, Kaede told her daughter to be strong and that if Routa didn't act the way he should, she could give him a small wack on the head. Seriously her half-brother was already nine years old and he was still acting like a toddler. Well more like a hooligan if anything else, she had to wonder if this was part of the Kakuzawa side in him, born to create problems. Well unlike the boy's father, Routa was a good soul who meant well. He still had that problem with his instincts which was why continued to keep the device on his forehead at all time. Some work was being as well to get that worked on, because if Routa lost his device and changed his personality, there was no telling what would happen.

"I love you mama, I'll try to do what you said. I can really hit Routa-kun if he tries to take Ka-chan away right?"

"Just enough for him to get the point. Go now, play with your sister." Hugging her mother again, Kanae returned back down where she walked down a slanted walkway where other people were coming and leaving from the top. What she entered was similar to a three floor shopping mall but less extravagant. It was large especially by her childish nature, but lacking in many regards. The sound of people talking and speaking crept through her and she was still not used to feeling that huge weight on her head. Her mother said was because of all the Diclonius that were in there and that because she too was a Diclonius, she was able to sense them.

She stopped at the third floor which was designated a sort of food area. Small vegetables and grains were grown in artificial areas as well as other places that Kanae wasn't sure what they were supposed to be for. Each person though committed something to the community whether it was food, water, protection or anything in between. Over the railing she spotted a Diclonius with a pony-tail. Smiling brightly from atop of the railing, Kanae called down below.

"Carlin-chan!" Her best friend and as far as she was concerned and really even knew, sister heard her voice and gleefully looked up.

"Kanae-chan!" Carlin looked exactly like her mother did, down to the same type of bangs she had. Only a few points of Yin Sandersas such as the eye shape and cheeks were there, beyond that, she was a splitting image of Elrya Alya. The five year old Diclonius was a bit more abrasive than her kind hearted sister, sometimes willing to give her thoughts on matters and would be one of the first to get in trouble. She was definitely like her mother, an action girl that acted first and spoke later.

Kanae leapt off of the railing and her body fell dangerously fast towards the ground. It was a horrifying thing, to watch as Kanae plummeted to certain death. But bones did not break; Kanae released her vectors and landed only with a soft thud, her tiny feet tapping the ground. She loved doing that, her vectors giving her such capabilities. Although she wasn't much for action herself, she loved jumping from high places, like an adrenaline rush that she couldn't explain.

Carlin and Kanae had been best friends since the day they were born. After Carlin's mother had died, Kaede had adopted the little girl and raised both children as her own. Thus the two children grew up as sisters, loving one another with all of their hearts. The two always stayed together, always played together cared for each other so much.

Carlin was also not new to what had happened to her mother and father. One of the things Roy and Kaede wanted to do was to talk to Carlin about these kinds of things to her early so that she would not become regretful later on. Carlin never knew her father and her memories of her mother were frankly, fuzzy at best. She knew that because of something her mother did, the Diclonius including her were put in danger and that they were doing all they could to stop it. At some point as she got older in life, she too would have to help them. For a child such as Carlin and Kanae, these were words that the impact could not be fully realized at their tender age.

Kanae caught the wavy hair of Routa and ran up to him. Though he was technically her uncle, she and Carlin referred to him as their older brother. She quickly wacked him on the head playfully with her vector which startled him.

"Wh-What was that for Kanae Onee-chan!?" He yelled out. The years had removed the lips from his voice, thus giving him a proper speech pattern. Kanae stuck her tongue out and held her little stuffed rabbit up for him to see. "That was for trying to hurt Ka-chan! Mama said I could hit if you ever tried it again!"

"Kaede Onee-sama wouldn't say that, you're a liar Kanae Onee-chan!"

Kanae pouted and puffed her cheeks up, putting her fists she cried back over to him. "Mama would lie, she said I could hit you if you. Ka-chan says it's alright too, right Ka-chan?" She made her rabbit nod its head. Routa too looked irritated and ran off.

"You're silly Kanae Onee-chan!" and stuck his tongue back at her. Now Kanae was getting irritated and stormed off to give Routa a piece of her mind. In her frustration she didn't look where she was going and knocked someone down. She quickly apologized on instinct and then more once she realized who exactly the person she had knocked down.

Using her vectors to lift herself back up, Carentorzulan struggled to get back to her feat, using her corporeal hands to move her paralyzed legs; she had started to get some feelings back into her body over the years though nothing spectacular and still had to use a cane to get around alone with the use of her vectors. Most of the time she just used her hands to hover slightly above the ground and move around like a solid ghost.

"I'm so sorry Carentorzulan Onee-sama!" Kanae whimpered, even going as far as hugging her as if she had done some terrible wrong and needed forgiveness for the so called terrible crime she had committed. Not that Caren was in a bad mood, she was happy to see Kanae. The girl was always good hearted towards everyone and was the only person who actually bothered to use her full name. Something that even after five years nobody seemed to get, always shortening her name to "Caren" because they said it was easier. She had gotten used to it of course but it was nice when at least one person was willing to call her by her full given name.

"Don't be like that Kanae-chan, but you all need to be careful around here. The things we do here are very important as you do and at the very least if you're going to play, do so in the designated areas. But isn't about time you two went to class?"

Carlin perked her ears as she looked to the left, there was a giant rectangular automatic digital clock as well as areas telling of the whether going outside and bits of news that were given from the technological area of the S.S. Diclonius, the very section Carentorzulan worked.

Both horned children gasped and ran off, not realizing how late they were. Although the original Diclonius Educational Institution had been disbanded, the S.S. Diclonius still kept a spare at hand that was taught by Anna Kakuzawa. The others felt that even during these hard times, education was vital to the Diclonius and everyone up until the age of fifteen was expected to attend. After that, they were given specific responsibilities around the S.S. Diclonius though everyone, human and Diclonius regardless of age was expected to help out in some way. They gave leeway to the younger ones like Carlin and Kanae but even they expected the two young Queens to do their fair share as much as they possible could muster.

"Welcome back Caren-san." A young man with wavy brown hair in a black suited greeted the horned woman as she floated into her office; sitting down in her chair and moving her arms and shoulders to get the stiffness out. What she entered into, her so called "office" was an oval shaped room with multitudes of blinking lights and objects, wires running inside the walls, it was the main power house for the S.S. Diclonius and she was the head command of it.

Who would have thought that she of all people would be the head of such a technological location or to be blunt, anything technological? But it was true, even to Caren's amazement; she had proven to be vividly intelligent in things scientific and was often regarded as not only the smartest Diclonius in the world but definitely the smartest person on the ship itself. Naturally it came to her, the instructions, the scientific meanings, the people who knew it best were highly impressed when she caught on so early and at the age of eighteen, she was already considered viable to lead the entire place. A genius of her caliber, she was respected by her peers and her friends.

Caren gazed at the screens before her, the numbers almost senseless garbling to others, was a network of information for her. Though her desk was mostly empty beyond a cup or two, two things did stand out. On the right side was a picture of her as a young girl, horns exposed but happily laughing and without a care in the world, holding the hand of another young woman who gently smiled at the camera. She starred at the picture, and thought of how proud her older sister Orlana would be if she could see her right now, so intelligent and helpful.

Zeruda Orlana of course had died a long time ago. She had been part of a specialized criminal syndicate run by her best friend Lilian's father and a place Roy had also been a part of until he dejected from the place. Although she died as a criminal, Caren was told that her sister's entire action done in the hopes of saving her precious little sister. There was no way Caren would make her sister's actions regretful and personally made her mission in life to do everything she could to prove her worth. That was what Orlana would have wanted.

On the other side of her desk was a tiny little stopwatch called "The Clock Stopper" and it too was a very important memento from her dear sister. The important device that cast illusions and her specialty as well, Caren had another nickname across the S.S. Diclonius and to even some of the enemies she had faced.

Caren, The Witch of Illusions.

That was her Clock Stopper, a device that presented illusions to those she cast them on and she was more than just adept at that. It was on the same level as what Orlana could do and it made her a very viable ally in the battle with Morotisan's army.

Her fingers typed away at the keyboard before somebody passed by.

"I have the next reports Zeruda-san."

"Thanks Takamoto-san." Caren thanked the young male and sent out a vector to grab the papers, floating it over to her desk she looked through it and continued to type as well. "Any reports on Morotisan?" She asked mostly to anyone who could have possibly answered the question as she didn't look at anyone particular.

One woman with long black hair was the first to speak. "We have had no reports of him yet right now. There is indication that he may not be in Japan and is currently residing in Europe."

"That's a scary thought…" Caren mused. "When Garder isn't even around and yet we're having this kind of trouble throughout the years. But then again I guess it wouldn't matter, Garder doesn't even move around these days anymore and stays inside, using his military intelligence and power to get the job done. Until we can put an actual stop to the military power here in Japan, we can't do much else. I know from what Lilian told us, the shores of Europe where Garder is supposed to be located is also highly guarded, even if we all went there and staged an attack, we'd be slaughtered."

Nobody denied this; once again they were just a small militia that paled in comparison to the world. But they had the heart and soul and confidence to work on and make a difference. To prove that Diclonius could live together with humanity and prosper. Caren herself knew just how important it was to get this idea to follow because without humans they had nothing. Caren had understood that their so called evolutionary advancement might not have been as good as they thought. They're race was almost entirely female with the only exception she knew of was Kaede's brother. Of the female race, only a very select few could actually reproduce making birthing a very terrible project. In short, without humans, Zeruda-san realized that they'd have probably died out long before Morotisan decided to waste them. It was humanity's existence that allowed them to continue. Without humans, they pretty much had no way to reproduce, with humans, one vector and a Diclonius was born and that was certainly how it was done with every so often a Queen being born.

It was a wonder why they were biologically urged to kill humanity if humanity was so important to their survival. Although it was only a hypothesis, Caren's new idea was getting new light. A disease, though still being studied had been discovered that traced itself back hundreds of thousands of years. It was called by the community the Morality Virus and it seemed to have occurred at some point during the long go past, well before the days of the past. The virus as the name implied took an effect on a person's morality and twisted their minds into something else. Apparently it had evolved into the biological Diclonius Voice that they all had. Beyond this hypothesis, it was still being studied.

This was a virus that had become a biological part of their life though it was possible traces of the original virus still remained outside in the world. There was one indication that this original virus still remained. She opened up the files on her computer and pulled up the criminal records. She went up to the S-Rank section where two files, one of them being for Garder was located, she went to the other. Text scrolled across the screen and an image finally came up, showing a large blonde male with a dark smile on his face.

Name: Vladimir Radoslov Cents

Criminal Rank: S

Threat Level: Extremely Dangerous.

The Twisted Relic, the only person in the world as dangerous as Morotisan. All contact with Vladimir had been lost five years ago and no sign of the man had yet to be seen. Everything, face, location, not even a single kill that could be qualified to him had been found. He had dropped off the face of the map and that made it very hectic for them. Vladimir was the only person who's power rivaled that of Director Garder F. Morotisan. Unfortunately for them, Vladimir was also about as likely to help them as he was to pet a small kitten.

Why he had not made any moves though, given his nature, was something they couldn't explain. Some suggested that he might actually be dead but Caren nor any of her friends were going to accept that. Cents didn't die easily, especially for a guy who literally did die before. But the reason she brought out the report was because there was some indication that Vladimir might have been suffering from the Morality Virus. Collecting as much information as she could, she discovered that in the past, Vladimir made very specific visits to hospitals and therapists under the point of "mental disorders." Unfortunately nobody could actually find something wrong with him and the information for any problem he had was null. This occurred also before his self-created war that he committed in Europe.

She thought that there was something in Cents' life that might have turned him into this. A horrible accident or painful past that turned him into what he was. But there wasn't, from all that she could get, Cents' life was very good to him and his mother and father had been nothing but upstanding citizens of their country and raised their son as well as they possibly could. There was nothing, not a single thing that Caren could find that would give any reason for Cents to turn into what he did today.

In short, Vladimir Cents before his dark debut was viewed by his family and peers as an upstanding citizen. So something had happened, something had turned Cents into what he was and even he seemed to realize it since he himself was the one who sought psychiatric help. But nobody could find any problems and that's what she theorized was the Morality Virus.

That was the conclusion she came up with. Vladimir suffered from a virus that degraded his morality without actually degrading his understanding of it. Therefore, Vladimir R. Cents was a man who could understand morality but his own mind would not allow him to commit to morality.

A true monster was born. A man who both loved to sin and who hated to sin. But after years of this virus, Vladimir had twisted himself into an entity that could only find joy within the suffering of others. Of course again, this was only the hypothesis.

Finding out where Cents was located was another important job for her but with no more information, she turned the screen to something else. She went back to the criminal records and clicked over to the "A-Ranked" criminal section. One girl was there, a blacked haired woman.

Name: Onyara Kiriashu

Criminal Rank: A

Threat Level: Highly Dangerous

What a pain this girl was and the person Caren disliked most of all. Just looking at the picture alone was enough to make her heart sting and gaze down at her useless legs. That girl had not only tortured her but broken her spine, paralyzing her. Forcing to use extreme methods to get around. She was a strange girl, one that could only be called a Diclonius in the most basic senses. Her powers which formed into thin wire like objects called "veins" were her abilities and she possessed multiple accounts of different types including illusions as well. If she didn't have horns, she probably wouldn't even be called a Diclonius.

A true witch would be more like it. As far as Caren and the others were concerned, this was a witch, a dangerous and insane witch.

The Witch of Cruelty. A fitting nickname for the woman who could drive others into madness. Bando was the one in charge of tracking her down and finishing her off but she remained elusive to capture. If there was one good thing about Morotisan's order, it was that both he and them didn't want Onyara and her sister to achieve their ultimate goal. This was clearly having an impact on the sisters and keeping them from meeting each other. Clearly after this much time had passed, neither sister had a way of contacting one another. What most likely happened, as Caren assumed, was that they had wanted to meet at a specific location, but because of the world wide Diclonius annihilation plan, this had changed. Both sisters were on the run and because they were being hunted down, both sisters couldn't risk making a scene to contact the other. It was the only thing she was thankful to Garder for.

Carentorzulan scrolled down, picking out the specialties of the Witch of Cruelty. She had sent these points out to Bando and the others in Europe. The next stop on her list was to the C-Rank criminals. A girl looking very much like Onyara but with his bright white hair flashed on the screen.

Name: Lagusa Kiriashu

Criminal Rank: C

Threat Level: Moderate

The dangers that Lagusa had by herself was fairly low. Even she, Caren, could've taken someone of her caliber out. The danger was the point that for some reason, Lagusa was needed to incorporate the plan Onyara had. That plan being apparently to create what they thought was a very pure Diclonius world of true voices. How this would be done and what her sister had to do with this, Caren couldn't even think of a decent hypothesis. What she did know was that a more evolved form of the Morality Virus was part of those two girls. Though both were Diclonius, as much as she could call them that, neither one of them appeared to have a secondary voice like normal horned people.

"Maybe there is something we haven't seen yet?"

A voice soft spoken said to her.

"It's hard to tell Alara-chan, it's not like I have much to work with." Alara was the name she had given her internal voice. A soft spoken instinct, Alara was more inclined to remain in the back of the consciousness and then offer support when it was necessary.

"Think about it, let's assume our hypothesis is correct. The Morality Virus was at some point either mutated or evolved into the Diclonius Voices like myself. It must mean that this Virus was originally not a Virus but something connected to our species as whole. If we can conclude, whatever the reason was, we needed some sort of protection against humans in the long past but as we evolved, we found out we needed humans.

Unfortunately for us, because of this Morality Virus, we ended up hating humans because of our biology in the past."

"Lay it on me easy so I can understand…" Caren mentally thought as she got a piece of paper out.

"Think of it like this Carentorzulan-chan. Let's say the original Diclonius in the past were capable of reproducing and had more males. For whatever reason humans at that time were an extensive danger to them. We call it a Morality Virus but I think it's better to say it was just in an innate protection against humans that we had.

As we evolved, we changed into what we are now and it became apparent that we do need humans for survival and this protection we had started to weaken. Now a days, as long as we have control, even I can resist the urge to kill humans even though it pains me to say that I still get them. It's in my biology so I can't help it right now. But I'm sure it was much worse in the past.

But there was different strains that occurred. We'll call them Strain A and Strain B

Strain A occurred in the two sisters Onyara and Lagusa, this here took that protection our ancestors needed and kept it into them and made it so that it was the only one in them. That's why their minds are purely instinctual voices needing to kill and replace humans.

Then there is Strain B. This is what we think might have effected Vladimir R. Cents. His morality between people has been hindered turning him into the wicked being that killed our sister and thousands of others. He understands that his ideals and actions is wrong fundamentally, but his mental state I believe gives him an almost euphoric sensation in doing what he does. It's like a drug that can't be stopped once you've taken it, a sort of high.

Of course this is all but speculation."

Alara had a good point while she returned back to Caren's subconscious. It had been a good way for Caren to learn, having what accounted for as two personalities inside of her head and each one being very intelligent. For some reason, not only because it was necessary to keep the urges down, Caren had been keeping a close eye on her Voice and given her more freedom than she'd usually have. They had discussed this a while, something very serious about the future of the Diclonius race.

The problems with the Diclonius, wasn't that they're vectors were so dangerous. The reason they were such a threat was because of their mental states. Anybody had the potential to hurt another and cause collateral damage. But nobody had the power to kill thousands of people within an instant in less than a day and as long as that internal voice remained, that instinct driven deep down to kill humans, this problem would remain.

They could try to control it, try to suppress it and it might work for a few days, a few months or even a hundred years. But that potential remained and humans were not very humble, it only took one and it was only through effort that they weren't killed off when Mariko went berserk.

One of the things they discussed, was using the same device that Nousou had on his clones as well as what was used on Routa. It completely suppressed the urges of the Diclonius to kill humans. Yet the problems were obvious, it was completely irrational and inhumane. To drill a hole in a child's head and put that thing on their frontal lobes, was definitely sick in both their eyes. The second problem was that it only suppressed and removing the device returned them back to their original instinct.

It was actually even worse than that. Routa's device for five years had been accidently removed once, about six months ago. Nobody had died, but the S.S. Diclonius had taken in excessive amounts of damage to its inner and outer workings. There had not even been a pause in Routa, his personality flipped and he was no longer the sweet boy everyone knew him as. Words did not reach him, even the hug from his sister Kaede only forced her off of him. The only thing he cared about was killing humans, not because of principal, but like a reaction that was autonomous. Extra methods had been placed to make sure that only the most appropriate force could remove the device again.

The second option they had was to find a way to suppress this biological urge while keeping their voices alive. This was the option they were trying their best to achieve. If they could stop this instinct, it would be a huge achievement. The Diclonius voice was not just a sound inside their head, it was part of their lives. A twin that was never born but lived within them. They were families, two minds linked to one body. To get rid of the voice, would be the same as committing suicide, feeling the pain but never dying. Horrible and deranged, Caren nor her kin, wanted to be separated from their voices, not when many of them had really grown attached to them.

But that lead to the third and final option, one none of them wish to go through. To find out and completely eradicate their internal voices and thus the instincts as well. Purposely, Caren had refused to spend much time on this option and it was definitely only the humans who worked under this one.

"I know we'll find a way Carentorzulan-chan. You're working so hard and look, even I'm liking the humans. They're helpful, kind to us and Kaede-san's family is one of the nicest bunch of people I know." Alara commented.

"Yes, but you still feel it sometimes don't you? That kind of feeling that you get when you just want to attack them for almost no reason at all."

"…Yes…" Alara admitted. "I don't like it, but it is true. I look at someone and, for some reason I don't know why, it's like I want to lash out at them. I'm not thinking about the past or how painful it was, memories don't surface but I get this urge as you know. I really hate it, because I know there are humans out there who are different.

I know we have a chance, I've heard stories of how menacing Kaede's voice, Lucy was but she's adapted. If we can just keep pushing forward, we can make humanity understand that while we are dangerous and that will never change, we are willing to co-exist with them."

Caren was happy to hear this from Alara while she typed away on her computer.