DP, this one's for you. thanks clozzie. Evils of FFN lol. I hate school. I hate it for preventing me from writing. Also, OhGreat, I am gonna strangle you. You mentally scared me yesterday. Hope you're happy. Anyway, enough whining. Enjoy.

Title: Creation

Rating: T

Genre: Family/Angst

Characters: Kaito, Akito, Minami, unnamed child

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, touching on spoilers of recent chapters, possible OOC, I can't tell.

Summary: "Who's there?"

Fragmented

15. Creation

It had been a simple phone call that started it all. Minami, that sly, shit-faced bastard, had called him down at the police station. He had been busy, busy cleaning up the mess that fool had made. He had been trying to forget, to forget it all… damn that bastard. How had he found him? There had been a smirk in his voice and smugness to his words. He said the experiment was finished. His brother had passed the tests required of him.

Brother. The very word annoyed him, agitated him, sent unease to his being. He hadn't had a real brother. There had just been others with him, others who had suffered alongside them. They were fools He didn't miss them. So why did they call a faceless child his brother? Because of the DNA they had stolen from him before the tower collapsed? What a ridiculous concept.

Kaito could have refused. But he didn't. Was it curiosity? Probably. Worse, could it have been from loneliness? All humans seek fellow contact. Was he really that softhearted? God he hoped not.

He arrived at the nondescript building inwardly nervous and outwardly contemptuous. They must have given up being flashy. It still stank of the forest, it still stank of hell. A boy stood there, He was pale with black hair and grey eyes. His expression betrayed nothing. The left wrist was bandaged along with the right hand. He smirked. Interesting brat, he thought. Violent at this age?

"Wanijima Kaito-san?" the boy questioned, watching him. His voice was blankly curt, like a machine's AI.

"Yes. Why does it matter to a pisshead like you?" Either the boy was used to such words or just didn't care, for he nodded solemnly.

"I am to lead you to your pickup item." Of course, they're just fucking experiments and statistics here. I'm picking up an it.

As if one brat wasn't enough. "And why the fuck should I allow that?" They strolled down white hallway after white hallway. Too similar, it's too fucking similar.

"Minami-sensei stated that there must be a unit to keep watch for safety reasons. The unit you are receiving is a prototype and therefore likely to be bugged." As he walked, the child limped slightly. "I can prove that is correct."

"A brat gave you those injuries?" He was skeptical. Childish fighting only went so far.

The boy nodded. "The other units were killed. They were all useful, powerfully equipped experiments. I merely got lucky."

A smirk played at Kaito's lips. "Interesting." They stopped outside a door and the boy keyed in a combination. It slid open smoothly and silently. The room was completely dark. But with the hall light, he could see a faint shadow's outline.

"Unit 0?" The boy's voice carried and the form shifted. Zero. Nothing. Worthless. It made sense almost."Your owner is here. Please present yourself accordingly." The form remained still. Kaito stepped forward as the other boy turned on the light. It twitched, shaking under the covers.

"Who's there?" A soft, innocently empty voice echoed through the room.

"What a nuisance," Kaito muttered, moving closer. A dislike of the light, hmph, we must be related.

"Who's there?" The emptiness was mechanically childlike. It did not belong. Even we didn't sound like this. What other experiments did those fuckers do?

"Wanijima-san I request that you do not go any further. Unit 0 is agitated. You mustn't provoke it." They did not even think of each other as human. That was a behavior none of them used.

He's a child trapped in a cage and being constantly poked and prodded. No shit he's agitated. Kaito swallowed that remark and kept walking forward, eventually reaching the blanket. He yanked it off roughly. Kaito felt his eyes widen.

The boy couldn't have been more than three considering his size. His hair was a dark, unnatural blue, with golden, animalistic eyes. They were wide and… cold, almost lifeless. The boy stared at him, clearly trying to understand something. He reached out with one hand. Kaito saw they were chubby with baby fat and covered in blood, the nails slightly sharp. His gown, unlike the pristine whiteness of the black-haired male, was torn and filthy, stained with all matter of dried liquid and waste. Kid must have one hell of an immune system to ignore the sickness.

"Who are you?" the child whispered again. "You're not a white one or a creation. Who are you?"

I'm not one of them but he doesn't know if I'm a threat. Smart brat or maybe… he just has strong instincts. "Wanijima Kaito, your new caretaker. Can you walk brat?"

The other boy twitched uncomfortably. "Sir, please step away. It's about to-" The smaller leapt, reaching to bite at Kaito's neck. Kaito was quicker, yanking the boy into the air by his arm. The boy didn't struggle, simply stared at him. They kept eye contact in silence. For a moment, Kaito swore he felt pity. He almost puked.

Finally Kaito spoke, noticing the faintest of flushes on his face, "Is there a reason why he's locked up in here?"

The black-haired replied, voice returned to its mechanical calm at the sight before him. "Minami-sensei called Unit 0 too wild mere days after the creation process. It has become more docile now but it clearly is still a bugged creation."

Kaito rolled his eyes. "Of course he's more calm, he's sick, you worthless fuck. Does anyone come here besides you?"

"I do not believe so Wanijima-san. The only medical professionals are afraid of him, especially after he attacked them midway through a checkup."

"Oh?" He gave the one he held a sly grin. "Why did you do that brat?"

The empty gaze seemed to bore into him. "The white ones are the enemy. They chained me up. I don't like that so I make them go away. They won't... come back... now..." Suddenly the boy raised his other hand to cough, trembling in Kaito's grip. The man sighed, but inwardly he was slightly pleased. Even sick, the boy proved to be quite the useful weapon. Carefully, he lifted the boy into his blanket, reminding himself to replace that as soon as possible.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked through his coughing. "Mister, who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Shut up Akito."

"Akito?"

"Your name stupid brat. Now be quiet and go to sleep." Kaito strode out of the room, barely paying attention to the still form in his arms. Passing by the other boy, he snarled. "Is Minami here?"

"Yes sir. Would you like to see him?"

"No. Just pass on the message that he is a worthless bastard and I will see him dead."

The black-haired male didn't even blink at the threat. "Understood Wanijima-san. Good day."

"Bullshit."

He left the building, got into his car, and drove off, boy curled up weakly in the passenger seat, breathing heavily.

Shit. What am I gonna do with this?