Chapter 1

A gentle sea breeze drifted through the window of a modest wooden hut.

The curtains flowed silkily as the ethereal caress of refreshing air brushed along its folds. The sensation was rejuvenating. Yet, such luxury could not be felt by the one who needed it most.

In between a cloud-like mattress and a warm puffy blanket lied a boy who was deeply unconscious, unable to register any external sensations. Despite the lifeless bliss he seemed to be experiencing, inside him, his body cells were working overtime to repair the wounds under the bandages that ran all over across his body.

The boy, who looked no older than sixteen, was without a doubt, a coordinator. This assessment was accompanied by a sense of awe by Markio, who was sitting intently next to the bed, waiting for any sign of stirring.

Those wounds were lethal enough to kill a normal adult three times over, yet the boy survived. According to the Junk Guild member who brought the boy to him, he had survived a point blank blast of an exploding mobile suit, even.

Coordinators, the name for genetically engineered humans coined by the era's most prominent renaissance man, George Glenn, was certainly a contentious minefield.

This race of super human, as he said, will be the coordinators of their own destiny. But with their superior physiques, reflexes and mind, it was inevitable for others to conjecture that they will eventually coordinate the destinies of humanity, including the overwhelming majority whose genes were not enhanced, the Naturals.

Through out the ages, wars had been fought between the classes, the nobles against the peasants, elites versus the third estate, landowners with the proletariats. This war was but an old war recreated under the guise of a new name. Coordinator versus Naturals. However, when the differences in the status of men were written in their very own DNA, can there ever be peace when people are obviously not equa…

"Hey!" Snapped a voice from another room. "It's time for my massage, where are you, you lazy bum!?"

Finally! The most important character in the story made His first appearance. Bob Awesome, a man so handsome, whose very existence enabled the female orgasm to happen, is in the building.

"What's this? You're skipping another session for a jolly romp in the bed with a young lad, eh!?"

The handsome one entered the room suavely. He was slightly condescending, but his comments were fair.

"Oh, Great One, please…" Markio protested.

"Yes, yes, you're blind, you can't see them lads, that's why you have to touch em. Sure, I got ya! Look, I didn't even say anything about this Neverisland resort you're running here. I'm open minded, yeah, but when I hired you as a masseuse, then you better masseu!"

"Oh, Great Sir, they're orphans…"

"Gosh, like fish in a barrel! You sick bastard, you! I'm open minded, but there's a limit, you know! All right, never mind, just do your job, you can go back to your new plaything after. By the way, isn't he a little too old for your taste?"

"Your Excellent Sir, this boy is wounded, he desperately needs attention."

"By Jove! By the looks of him he won't get any better soon. Look, you will still get your way with him in his coma after my session, you twisted freak!"

"I mean he might not make it, sir."

"Harrumph…"

"I'm sorry. I mean, he might not make it, Your Sublimeness, Sir."

"Very well, you can stow him in my trunk and I'll drop him with my Candy Pop up there after the session. She'll fix him up. In return, make sure you pulverise this set of shoulders."

Bob awesome turned with a magnificent twist of his impossibly sexy hips and walked away. He had shown his generous side, which is one of his best traits. Lending a helping hand is kindness, asking for something in return is also kindness, because it kept people from getting spoiled. So, technically, he did two good deeds today. He expected karma to pay for the other one. He had to maintain the balance of the universe too, you know.

"Thank you, you're too kind, Oh Saintly One." Markio said dryly.

He sighed his relief, as the heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders. After taking a very deep breath, he commenced his excessively paid massage session.