Pinpoint Desires

Chapter 4: Despicable Destruction

Director Kakuzawa, the old man who was once in control of the Diclonius Research Institution island near Endoshima. He is the man who desired to be a god, seeing his own horns as the evidence of his superior nature. He is the father of Professor Kakuzawa and Anna Kakuzawa, both of whom he has used to further his own goal.

Never once has he batted an eye or given a care to anyone around him. His workers, his comrades, even his own son were nothing more than tools to him. When he found out about his son's death, the only words that came out of his mouth that day was…

"A fool to the very end…"

He is a man without a conscious, who would use others to fulfill his own desires. A few years back, he nearly destroyed everyone in his plight to control the world and prove his dominance. In short, there is nothing good about that man. He is twisted, dark, demented and amoral.

But now the times have changed.

He was once a proud man, a top of the world, boasting great strength, superior intelligence and had the world in the palm of his hands. But thanks to the efforts of Kaede and the others, his plans were ultimately foiled and as if in the ultimate shame, Kaede had let him live. As if he was no longer worthy of even being killed by her.

Director Kakuzawa now sat in a cell, alone with only the dim lights and the cries of the prisoners to keep him occupied. His face has been etched with more lines, grey spots have appeared on his balding horned head and his body once large and full has become thinner. He has lost his strength, lost superiority and now is only a pitiful and pathetic man with a bone mutation on his head.

Now he is the fool. A man who once boasted so much that he literally tore up his own throat so that he can now only speak in a low and hateful tone. This pitiful, pathetic and foolish man was once responsible for the strife of millions of people. It is almost ironic to see him in the state now.

"My help…?" the old man uttered half spitefully half-jokingly. "Why…would you need my help?"

"We need your knowledge on Diclonius and vector technology, to help us…"

"Bah!" Kakuzawa spat, hate filling his face. "You want me to help you? You must be stupider than I thought Kurama."

The spectacle man knew it wasn't going to be easy but he pressed on. "You truly are a despicable man Kakuzawa, but there's no denying you're knowledgeable. Someone like you would in the end be a valuable asset to our fight in this war. Weren't you always talking about how great the Diclonius race was."

Kakuzawa turned his head.

"The Diclonius race is dead…" He muttered. "They are foolish brats who don't know what it truly means to have horns."

"But still…" Kurama replied. "You are a Diclonius too right?" He was hoping Kurama could use this to get on the man's good side. "I'm sure you would rather help Kaede and us then…"

"DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME!" Kakuzawa roared, burning his throat but ignoring the pain. He stared with revulsion at Kurama through his spite filled eyes and spoke devilishly at him. "Do not speak the name of that damned woman."

Kakuzawa's entire goal in life was to destroy humanity and replace it with the Diclonius race. To do that, he needed the use of the Queen herself Lucy whom he had captured years ago. She was supposed to have cooperated with him, lent herself to his great cause. Instead she betrayed him and then mocked him. For him, that woman was nothing more than disgusting memories of things that shouldn't have been. He had been betrayed and destroyed, everything, the utmost power had been torn away from him. Now he is nothing, just an old frail man.

But he is an old frail man that they need.

An old frail man who hates his life right now.

And Dr. Kurama understood that.

"Fine then…spend the rest of your days in here. You know I won't care…but I thought even you would want to see some sunlight." Kurama replied. To him, this man is responsible for everything wrong in his life that Lucy personally didn't create. It was because of him that he was forced to kill countless children. It was because of him that he was forced to trap Mariko in the depths of hell and watch as she was killed. It was because of his desire for power and godhood that he had lost so many people close to him, people like Kisaragi.

So of course, let him suffer and rot in his lonely prison. Let him suffering and suffering and agonize on his defeat. Because until he can admit that he was wrong, he will never change. Kurama walked away, assuming the point of coming here was a failure.

"Wait…" Kakuzawa finally replied in his low voice.

Kurama paused.

"What do I get out of all this? If I don't get anything…what is the point? Just like before if I do something for you…I expect compensation."

That was the way he was. Kurama remembered that all too well the way Kakuzawa did things.

"You will be free to walk…under our supervision." Kurama answered sternly. "At the very least, you will be much more comfortable than you are in here. Though don't expect the extravagant."

"…This place bores me…" The old man replied sarcastically, rising up from his seat. Kurama reached back and threw the old man a large suit as he opened up the cage. Inside, a suit that the man always wore and a toupee to cover up his horns. The old man looked at it, now enticed at the thought of leaving this hell hole prison.

"You make a fair offer I suppose, Dr. Kurama…I guess anything is better than this place." He changed, donning his new suit as well as putting on the toupee that covered his horns. The old man spruced himself back up as he finally stood up. He felt a sense of empowerment to his new found freedom and Kurama didn't want him to get any wise ideas.

"Don't try anything funny Director Kakuzawa, if you do anything, you will be killed. You're lucky you haven't been already…"

"But you won't…" Kakuzawa replied grinning. Kurama raised his eyes brows.

"Huh?"

"Well…you came to me. The way I see it…" The old man said. "…If I was not of value to any of you, you wouldn't have bothered to come here. I am your mortal enemy Kurama, of you and that woman. If things were not of an all-time low, you would never have bothered to come here in the first place. So the way I see it, you need me…far more than I need you."

Kurama didn't have a response to that, nor did he have time to as at that moment the alarms of the prison began to go off. He snarled under his breath. So the forces were already coming in. Kurama had never been much of a combat fighter. Kakuzawa gave him a quizzical look. So it would appear that Kurama had been found out.

"If you have another gun, give it to me."

"Are you kidding?" Kurama answered back venomously.

"I can't get out of here without you, and you'll be hard pressed to fight by yourself. But do as you wish…" He had him there. Kurama very reluctantly handed him over a small pistol which Kakuzawa took, made sure was loaded and cocked with aim as he pointed it directly at Kurama's head.

Shock spread over the man's face. Had he screwed up that badly.

"Duck you damned fool…" Kakuzawa uttered. Almost on instinct Kurama obeyed, bending low on his knees as Kakuzawa fired one shot. Something groaned as Kurama turned to see an armed man fall down dead, blood seeping from the hole in his head.

There was no pity in the old man's eyes. He only continued to walk away, gun in his hand he kicked the body out of his way and began to walk down the long hallway. From around the corner, another man came, gun raised and another shot was fired. Almost casually Kakuzawa turned and fired, hitting the man in the left eye, splattering his blood and brains out with the simplicity of a child burning ants with a lens.

"Foolish dogs…you dare stand up against your god?" Kakuzawa uttered disdainfully while he and Kurama now made their way out of the prison.

There is a small country in Europe where a young girl dressed in black calmly walks down the road. She wears nothing but black, a black dress, black shoes and a large black hat that covers her horns. Her hair is the color ravens, black with streams of silver to give it some coloration in the lighted sun. She walks along the path of silence and around her…is the dead.

Onyara carries the DNA of the Queen Diclonius in her body now and so she must find her sister Lagusa before Garder or the others find her. Unlike her, Lagusa did not possess the same amount of strength and ability as her. But she is important, so important in getting rid of the humans. That is why the dead surround her. The idiots who thought they could actually handle her…were dealt with severely.

Kiriashu Onyara, the True Voice Diclonius. What did this mean? It meant that her main personality was the biological urge to kill humans and she only retained that personality. Her arm swung out, as if through open space a black thread emerged and slashed. Gushing, the blood of her next victim spilled from her throat as she never had time to utter a sound.

"Where are you…sister?" She thought mentally. This was the problem, the biggest problem ever in finding her. Diclonius were supposed to be able to sense each other but they could not sense one another. Like a cruel prank, so close to victory and yet so far away.

That was why she was searching for her, just as her sister was searching for her.

"Freeze!"

Armed men, Anti Diclonius forces from Europe. They are armed to the tooth, their guns packing enough fire power to get through even vectors. But obviously humans had to learn a bit. Reacting with the speed of a bullet, Onyara's black wings spread out and she soared into the air just as the bullets were shot out. Like a black bat out of hell, the girl landed on the building, and ripped apart a small pole perched on it.

"There she is! Fire…urgh!" His voice was cut off as the rod was impaled through him. The girl grinned, feeling the ecstasy of murdering humans fill her mind and body. The girl flipped over, lightly landing on her feet, three threads of pitch blackness slashed the bodies and throats before her.

They were dead, just as three more arrived and fired without hesitation.

"Idiots…" She remarked, diving to the side and perching herself below the area of a parked car. "Do not test the patience of your goddess so wearily. All you must do is die."

And died they did. This was the power of the strongest biological voice in the world. Though she lacked the destructive power of Queen Kaede, she made it up in the terms of her overall abilities. Those who would dare to stand in her way, of the holy goal to eradicate humanity, would suffer the consequences.

The threads of line traced themselves through her fingers, like thin black yarn. They were vectors in only the most basic of senses and was the fact that it was produced by her pineal gland. She could only control five of them and they were made of a more physical nature than the corporeal power of the invisible vectors. This also meant that her threads were visible to the naked eye.

But they also had amazing properties. These threads, called "veins" were able to do some spectacular things. They could appear a total of four meters away from Onyara, a distance that had been raised since five years ago. But the real point to that, was that those veins didn't have to come four meters directly from her body.

One man raised his gun, rushing to the side as he saw the back of Onyara, defenseless he was about to fire.

*Slish!*

Something slashed through his throat and slid down, splitting the man in half form neck to crotch he was allow a few moments to understand the horrors. No attack had come from in front of Onyara, she was still facing her back to him, merely glancing over with a sinister and uncaring gaze. The attack had actually come from behind the man. A thread, piercing through space itself about thee meters away from Onyara's own body had taken the man's life.

Veins, the ability to produce those thin lines through space itself at least four meters away from her own body. Be it from the north, south, east or west, the top or the bottom. 360 degrees around Onyara was a death trap. To add more, the length of the veins themselves were a total of two meters.

That meant that within a six meter range, the threads could appear anywhere at any time. She could even make the threads appears right in somebody's body if they weren't quick enough to react.

The young woman flung herself into the air, casting off another vein into an unsuspected woman's head.

"Signature of Expectation…burn your mind to dust!"

The woman was not killed because of the vein inside her head. She was killed when her fragile mind was ripped apart by the essence of insanity that dripped through her soul. Signature of Expectation, the ability to turn the weak minded into insane gibbering wrecks.

She fell, like a rag doll, her body slumped backwards. The eyes were unfocused, drool slipped from her lips and the woman babbled incoherently before her head was taken off in what anyone else would call an act of mercy.

"Signature of Relinquish…" A vein into the head of another man, smaller than the others he began to look around confused and started talking to someone only he could see. The ability to cast illusions on others, such a terrifying force. Who knows who he saw or felt before the life of his own was taken away in the form of decapitation.

"Stand your ground! Get back and fire!"

The last of the armed guards, three men, two women, weapons raised.

"Signature of Humility!"

*Pangpangpangpangpangpangpangpang!"

Like a dome, black lines covered her, deflecting away the bullets as they rained down on her mercilessly. The ultimate defense that protected her entire body. Once more, she had gotten stronger, now capable of even defending herself against this kind of firepower.

"I am your goddess you ungrateful bastards. Yet you deny your goddess and attack her. Humans…pitiful humans…allow me to put you all to sleep…now and forever."

Dead. It was but a one sided slaughter that happened on that block. There were bodies, loads of bodies that littered the streets. Some of them were mostly intact a hole or two in their bodies. Others were not so whole. Limbs were sprawled out everywhere, heads, legs, arms, torsos. Some did not die at all; some were on the ground their eyes rattling inside their head with drool from their mouths.

Kiriashu Onyara, The Goddess of Voices.

That girl stood in the center of that bloodstained road, sighed in a bored manner and left.

"Where could you be Lagusa?" She thought heavily. "You weren't at our old home; you weren't at the river where we would play. Have the humans driven you off somewhere that I can't find you? You aren't dead; you can't die on me like that when we're so close to achieving our goal. Tsk! Not being to sense her is a real pain and it just has to be my problem that I can't either.

But this did not mean that Goddess of Voices was walking around randomly. There was another very unique thing this girl could do. She returned back to the bodies in a hurry before the sirens of more pitiful humans arrived. This time the threads appeared from her head, string the tips pierced into the skulls of her victims and drained their memories from their skull. That what was she was, something that could barely be even described as a Diclonius.

She devoured their memories, her mind satiating on the intelligence of others.

"Pah!" She spat angrily. "Absolutely nothing of worth here, So they haven't seen Lagusa around then. I better go now, I can't be bothered to stand around here anymore." Black wings exploded from her body and she soared into the sky to her next direction, always searching for her sister.

Searching but despite the years of looking for her sister, hope did not falter from her heart. She possessed the essence of the Queen inside of her. What would happen if she met with Lagusa and impregnated her with that power. Lagusa was a girl who may not have had the same overwhelming might as herself but she had something that would change the world forever.

"The birth of a new world…" She happily thought with light in her eyes.

There was a running river sparkling from the sunlight where a woman dressed in white was sitting at. She had pristine white hair, a slender form wrapped in a white kimono. Somewhere from far away she could hear the sound of a town, cars running by, and the voices of a language she didn't understand. Her bare feet splashed the water gently, feeling the current between her toes.

Kiriashu Lagusa was always waiting for her precious sister.