Is it incredibly sad that I have only been updating one fic per day lately? I think it is...Well, on with this thing!
somebody: Hmm...well...I suppose, techinically you're right...he's only been around for 5 years, but he was cloned after an 18 year old...Besides, do clones even have to follow the same rules as humans? They're so different...(starts pondering). Great, now I'm thinking...do you see what you've done? Thanks for reviewing!
Polaris18: (sigh) Are you unconfused yet? Well...maybe this chappy will clear some things up. Or, maybe you're meant to be confused for a while. Who knows? Either way, I'd like to know what exactly is confusing you...thanks for reviewing!
Red Kitsune Flames: Yay, clones! Even better...Kanone clones! Er, well...actually Kalelle clones...You know what I mean! Thanks for reviewing!
A/N: Somebody brought up an interesting point. Not that Kanone is underage, but that he's only 5 years old. That's because he wasn't 'activated' until 5 years ago. Clones age with their owners, but they don't have all of the restrictions that humans do. This pretty much means that a clone can look 60, but still have the stamina of when they were 16. This also means they don't get hurt as easily when they're older and they don't develop diseases and just seem to die of old age. They're kept in these little holding cells until their owner decides they need them, and then they are activated and programmed and all that good stuff. Anyway, that's the reason why I said Kanone was only 5 when he looks to be 18 (or at least that's how old Kalelle is...how old they actually look is anyone's guess). Hope that clears some stuff up!
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Kanone awoke, opening one olive colored eye, and let out a loud yawn. He heard a grunt of distaste at the noise and opened both eyes to look at the silver-haired boy next to him. He smirked slightly and rolled over, snuggling up to the warm body. Eyes wrapped his arms around Kanone's small form and kissed his forehead, "I hate to tell you this," he began, looking down at the still-sleepy boy.
The brunette shook his head, "Already? I couldn't have slept that long." He refused to believe that it could be time until a watch was shoved in his face, showing him that it was indeed 2, "Damn it." he muttered, burrying his head in Eyes' chest, "I don't want to go."
"If you don't, Kalelle will die." he reminded the clone, "Do you honestly want that?"
The other one's head snapped up, "Do you really want me to answer that?" he wondered, "I might be programmed to obey his orders, but that doesn't mean that I have to like him or even that I can't hate him."
Eyes nodded in agreement, "You have every right, and most every reason to feel that way, but is that really what you want? Do you think that society has any use for clones that no longer have a human counterpart?" Kanone winced at the harsh words, not expecting them from Eyes. Kalelle would have said such a thing without a second thought, but Eyes was supposed to be the understanding, compassionate one. Maybe he was wrong, though, maybe Eyes really did feel like Kalelle, but was simply too nice to say anything.
"You're right." the younger one agreed, frowning.
Eyes thought about what he said and mentally flinched, "You know I don't think that, but the rest of the world does. At least the large majority does."
A nod once again agreed with the brit's words, "I know." a soft smile reassured the other one that Kanone knew he meant no harm done, "I know you're not as narrow- minded as that."
A comforting kiss was placed to his temple, "You know I'd come with you, but..."
"I know." Kanone saved him from explaining, "I'll see you when we get home." Eyes nodded and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, removing his hands from around the younger one's waist so he could get up. Blue orbs watched the teen-looking boy as he slipped off his shirt and replaced it with a fresh one, running his hands through his short hair once and smiling a small, slightly sad smile at Eyes, "Well, I'm off." A small nod was given and a soft 'hurry back' before the olive-eyed boy exited the apartment, leaving Eyes alone.
Kalelle tapped his foot, impatiently, "Will you hurry up?" he demanded, glaring at the young woman in front of him, "If I'm late again, Kanone will start bitching at me... he gets so annoying sometimes."
"I-I'm s-sorry, s-sir." the girl said, shaking slightly. She had seen Kalelle angry before, and it was not something she wanted to be on the recieving end of.
"Stop stuttering and start looking." he suggested. She said nothing but turned her attention back to the masses of files she has laid out in front of her in her search.
"I thought..." she muttered, trailing off and opening another manila folder. Her amber eyes lit up as she looked up to Kalelle, handing him the folder, "Here you are, sir." she said, proudly.
Of course, with a roll of his eyes and a slight scoff, Kalelle ruined any pride of achievement she had, "Took you long enough." he commented, only adding insult to injury, "Be better prepared next time. I'm not always as patient."
The blonde bowed her head, nodding, "Forgive me." Kalelle said nothing, but turned and exited the building that he had come to know as his work office. He nodded to the guards on the way out, and hopped in his car, speeding off towards the hospital.
Kanone sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office, sighing, "He's late...again. Of course, he won't care that I've been here for over an hour waiting so I can help him." he thought, a little bitterly. He shook his head, and wondered what was up with those thoughts. He had never been so selfish before, or really ever thought badly of Kalelle. He knew he didn't like him much, but he had never physically thought things like that before a week ago. He couldn't remember Kalelle doing or saying anything extremely harsh to him to change these thoughts, "Besides, I'm not supposed to be having those thoughts about him...it's not how I was programmed." He looked up as a shadow loomed over him, and he put on a fake smile for his owner, "There you are." he said, trying to lighten the bad mood that Kalelle seemed to constantly have.
"Whatever, I don't want to hear shit from you." he grumbled, plopping down next to his clone.
"Did something happen?" he wondered. If possible, Kalelle seemed more pissed than usual.
"It's none of your damn business, so keep your mouth shut." he snapped.
"Sorry." the copy murmured, looking down, "I was only concerned."
"Don't try to guilt trip me." Kalelle ordered, "I'm not in the mood."
"I wasn't..." he thought, sighing.
Soon enough, the doctor called for Kalelle, and he stood, looking down at Kanone, "Let's go." he said, in a stern voice. Kanone stood, obediently, and followed Kalelle and his doctor down well-known hallways.
They reached the same room they always went to when they came here, and Kalelle handed his doctor the manila folder that had made him so late in the first place. The older man took it, leafing through it, and nodded, "Alright, so just the standard?" he asked, looking up.
"Yeah." the teen replied.
"Okay, I'll be back in a minute, just have a seat." The professional left, closing the door behind him as the identical boys sat down.
Kanone hesitantly took his seat next to Kalelle and began to shake a little. This was his favorite and most feared part of their trips to the hospital. He hated it because of the anticipation of the doctor's return. He knew that when the older one walked back through that door with the nurse, that they would begin. A simple procedure like taking blood hurt when it was as much blood as they did every week. What was happening right now, though, made it all worthwhile. Kalelle reached over and grabbed his jittery hand to steady it, "It's okay." he whispered, "It'll be over soon enough."
Kanone never understood why here of all places his owner was compassionate and caring. Perhaps because he couldn't ignore the cries of pain that often sounded in that small room. He might be able to deny Kanone's feelings, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he experienced pain. He squeezed the comfroting hand slightly, smiling and relaxing a little, "I know." Perhaps it was because Kalelle knew that him being there for Kanone was the only thing, save drugs, that would calm the younger one down.
After a few moments of calming down, Kanone jumped as the door opened again. As quickly as it had been there, the hand holding his left as Kalelle stood. The greying man smiled at him, "Ready when you are."
Kalelle nodded and looked to his clone, "You heard him, up." he said in a commanding voice. Kanone stood and walked over to the small bed, sitting on it and lying down, unbuttoning his shirt. He sighed and closed his eyes after giving Kalelle one more glance, and waited for the pain to come. The doctor and nurse set up the equipment, and the former walked over to Kanone, tapping his stomach where there was a large bruise. The younger one involuntarily flinched at the harsh, uncaring touch and whimpered. He opened one eye to look at Kalelle, desperately wanting that hand back, but knowing it wouldn't come. The older boy wasn't even looking at him, but talking with the nurse.
He chanced it and looked at the doctor, "Can't you do it somewhere else?" he wondered, "It hurts." He recieved no answer, just another rough tap to his sore belly, "Please." he whispered. He knew he couldn't get it taken form his arm, clones didn't have the same veins as humans did, and their main one ran through their stomach
"Hey, buddy, can you shut this thing up, it's starting to talk." the doctor said, looking to Kalelle.
The latter glared at his clone, "Be quiet." he snapped. A small whimper sounded, but no other objection was made. Seeing that the clone was under control, the doctor continued, getting out a large, rather thick needle, and placing it above the small, open wound in the center of the ugly bruise. He waited, glancing at the screen, which measured Kanone's heartrate, blood pressure, temperature, and other aspects, until the boy had calmed down enough for his blood pressure to drop a little. As soon as this happened, he shoved the needle in, carelessly, ignoring the yelp of pain it elicited from the boy. He left the needle there, ordering Kanone to hold still, and quickly typed some things into the computer. With the press of a key, blood began filling one of three pint-sized bags.
Small whine and whimpers sounded from the clone, who was doing his best not to writhe in pain and squirm away from the needle. The doctor sighed impatiently as the first bag filled up and the machiene immediately switched over to the second bag. By the time the third bag was half way filled, Kanone was screaming a little as he could now feel the blood being pumped out of him. It was only safe for a pint of blood to be removed at a time, no matter if you were a clone or a human. That didn't matter, though, since Kalelle needed three every week. He bit back another cry as one last bit of blood filled the third bag. He knew after he got home and got something to eat, the pain would die down and his blood cells would rapidly regenerate, certainly faster than any human's could. Still this knowledge didn't change the fact that it hurt like hell right now.
The doctor switched off the monitor and grabbed the blood bags, leaving the nurse to remove the needle from Kanone's stomach, which she did very ungracefully and painfully. The doctor walked over to Kalelle, who had taken a seat and rolled up his sleeve, and carefully cut off the blood flow to his right arm so he could find the vein easily, which also had a small bruise around it. He slowly slipped a different, smaller needle in, carefully, and hooked up the first bag so that it would drain into the younger boy. The three packets of blood were soon inside Kalelle, and he smiled up at the doctor, "Thank you." he said, standing up and stumbling a little.
"Careful, now." the doctor said, steadying him, "Sit down for a few minutes and relax." A nod agreed with the suggestion, and Kalelle sat back down. The doctor quickly packed up his things, "I've got to be off, I trust you can get out yourself?" Another nod and the older man and nurse disappeared out the closing door.
Once they were alone again, Kalelle stood up once more and made his way over to the silently crying boy. He looked over the wound, and winced a little as his finger tips outlined the large bruise. Kanone jerked away a little, but Kalelle held him still, "Relax." he whispered in a comforting voice, running a hand through familiar brown hair, "It's alright."
Kanone closed his eyes and melted into the tender touches, "It still hurts." he confessed.
A very small kiss was placed on his forehead, "And it will until you get something to eat, you know that."
"I know." he whispered, then looked up at his owner, "Why? Why do you act so differently when we're alone together?"
The question put Kalelle a little on guard and he took his hands away from the other boy, "Are you almost ready?" he asked.
The other boy frowned, but nodded, "Yeah." he said, in a slightly saddened voice. Kalelle helped him into a sitting position, and buttoned up his shirt, earning him a smile from the clone, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, now let's go." The younger one nodded and got up with some effort, following his owner outside and to the car, "I may not act like it," Kalelle thought as he drove off towards home, "but I do care."
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Aw, look at that. He does have a heart! Hmm...now what? Kalelle's job isn't really that important, so don't go off wracking your brains on what it might be. What suprises await them when they get home? Who knows, but review and you'll find out!