COPYRIGHT NOTE: I don't own Xenosaga
COMMENTS: Slightly shorter chapter this time (at least compared to the last few). However, trust me when I say the next chapter will more than make up for this one's short length. So in the meantime, this installment will set the stage for Chapter IX, which will be "the big one" so to speak.
So what's ahead this time? Well, obviously there'll be a follow-up to the last chapter's gem (you know what I'm talking about, heh). A bit more insight will be shed on lesser-emphasized characters, too, namely Citrine and especially Dmitri. Plus, there'll be tons of foreshadowing for the next big chapter on the horizon. Enjoy.
PATHOS: Chapter VIII
Aiselne Nocturnus
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"Limits"
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The monitor beeped rhythmically throughout the sterile infirmary of the Yuriev Institute. Inside, a female nurse was leafing through a clipboard's worth of papers, her eyes darting from the medical sheets to the patient laying in bed before her. Currently, the young boy's previously bloodied body was now covered by a hospital gown and bloodstained linen. After double-checking her papers, the woman then shook her head at the sleeping white-haired Variant. She so nearly gave the U.R.T.V. a sympathetic glance before the room's automatic door slid open and the incoming visitor caught her attention.
"Status," Dr. Yuriev issued, walking into the sterile, machine-filled infirmary and standing before the young nurse next to the middle Variant's bed. Dmitri's stern expression easily intimidated the woman, causing her to swallow nervously before speaking.
"The patient suffered brief syncope, most likely due to hypoxia," the nurse reported, handing Dmitri the clipboard for him to read, himself. "The significant blood loss caused a drop in blood pressure and languid circulation of oxygen to his brain. Thus, it prompted him to faint before his body could fully regenerate and establish normal circulation, sir. He has since fully recovered and is just sleeping."
Dmitri hid his displeasure from the nurse, nodded her to leave, and thereafter glanced back at Albedo's slumbering form. "What a nuisance," the man sighed as he glared at the unconscious boy. In a way, Dmitri was not surprised that this situation happened. Most of the Variants had not been trained to use their powers to their full potential yet, which was why PATHOS-type experiments were being utilized. Only Citrine and Nigredo had been given special training for their secret duty.
Conversely, Albedo and Rubedo were simply learning about their powers 'as they went,' not fully understanding and maturing their inherent abilities. The twin Variants accidentally stumbled upon their unique powers by twists of fate. Albedo learned his ability shortly before the episode with Number 623, and Rubedo discovered the Red Dragon in Sakura's winter domain. Perhaps the twins' naivety was their father's fault, not that Dmitri would admit such. True, he did spend more time training Nigredo and Citrine, but Dr. Yuriev felt more secure leaving Rubedo and Albedo in the dark.
After all, the twins were two very powerful U.R.T.V.s who would probably love nothing better than to eliminate their bastard of a father. Dmitri was technically at the mercy of all the U.R.T.V.s, but Rubedo and Albedo were exceptional threats; Albedo was immortal and Rubedo was the Red Dragon. If the twins ever found out about their Salvator father's piece of U-DO inside his body…what in God's name was stopping Numbers 666 and 667 from killing Yuriev? By no means was Dmitri 'afraid' of Rubedo and Albedo; he just refused to die until his plans came full-circle. Thus, Dmitri had to stay alive, at least long enough to see the Descent Operation next month. Yet, between the spiraling events of the past few months that tested Rubedo and Albedo's mental limits, Dmitri knew he had better start working faster before his plans went to hell.
Such was why Dmitri bumped up the Descent Operation by a month. The Federation was, after all, wrapped around the Salvator Faction's finger. Dmitri never told such to his Designer Children, solely because it was none of their business and made it easier for the kids to think the "Federation" was at fault…even if the Federation was Salvator's puppet. Plans were going at a faster rate than originally expected, but Dmitri knew the stage was set. U-TIC's, or more specially Ormus'possession of the Zohar would be severed on Miltia and bring Dmitri one step closer to accomplishing his goal. Immortality was still a while away, but it was near…Dmitri could sense it.
Plus, as a nice added bonus, once the affair on Miltia concluded, Dmitri would be able to put his headaches to rest concerning his U.R.T.V.s. He already had his fail-safe ready to carry out the deed, even if the fail-safe did not entirely know it, yet. Technically, Dmitri's fail-safe was always available in the event a U.R.T.V. attempted to go against his or her father. Of course, Dmitri was not about to eliminate his anti-U-DO clones until they completed the duty on Miltia he wrote for them. Besides, he was dealing with impressionable children; they did not need to be killed for him to get his point across. All Dmitri had to do was establish authority and the brats submitted. His fail-safe was simply kept in the shadows…just in case. Yuriev's centuries-long existence taught him to master precautions.
Everything was going according to plan, or at least regarding the most pivotal elements. Dmitri would be lying if he said his current headaches with the Variants were not getting on his last nerves, but he only had to put up with them for another month. Once his little lambs flocked into Miltia, the altar would be set and their sacrificial blood would end their problems and advance Dmitri's goal. Dr. Yuriev had dealt with his children long enough; it was time he started the next phase of his grand scheme. His next target would be Parliament, and soon after…Abel's Ark. Dmitri's objective was not far, now.
So in the meantime, Dmitri could tolerate his U.R.T.V.'s nonsense for a little while longer. That did not mean he had to 'enjoy' it, of course. Silently musing, Dmitri set aside the nurse's clipboard before raising his voice enough to wake the sleeping Variant in bed. "Get up, Albedo," he ordered, his authoritative tone loud enough to stir the boy from his sleep.
The second the middle child's eyes fluttered open they blinked in surprise to see Dmitri's glare bearing down on him. Albedo could think of much better people he would rather see upon awakening. Like his twin, Albedo immensely disliked his father, especially due to Dmitri's underhandedness. The U.R.T.V.s' father did too many sneaky things for Albedo's comfort.
"The next time you want to fool around with your powers…" Dmitri started, folding his arms firmly. "…Make sure you actually know what the hell you're doing. You may possess regenerative abilities but they're too premature right now for you to foolhardily mutilate yourself. Your blood flow and cellular growth could not keep up, which was what rewarded you with a syncope," Dmitri explained, before glancing away momentarily with a disgusted exhale. "Not to mention leaving one hell of a mess in your shower stall. Rest assured, you will clean it once you're discharged…which should be very soon, seeing as you're completely healed now."
Albedo remained quiet, doing his best to keep his mouth shut. From experience, the boy knew it was never advantageous to talk back to his father, no matter how much Albedo abhorred Dmitri. The U.R.T.V.s' father was just too stubborn to truly listen to his children and Albedo learned a long time ago to save his breath.
Frankly, Albedo's silence was a godsend, since Dmitri preferred the boy to be quiet as opposed to his typical waterworks. Considering Albedo's silence as an affirmation, Dmitri then stole a glance at the bloodied sheets covering the Variant. "Get dressed and report to Diving Lab #3 at twelve-hundred hours," Dmitri issued, glancing at the infirmary's wall clock reading 10:46. The incident with Albedo significantly altered Dmitri's morning plans. Nigredo and Citrine's meeting had to be rescheduled for later, due to the black-haired boy being too worried about his unstable brother who decided to butcher himself on a whim. Dmitri did not know, or care, why Albedo did such to himself. Any other 'normal' parent would have been mortified to know their child dismembered himself on a suicidal level, but not Dmitri Yuriev. All Dmitri did know was that Albedo's behavior was, and always had been, one gigantic pain in the ass.
And Albedo's self-mutilation was not the only 'behavior' Dmitri disliked, either.
"One more thing, Number 667," Dmitri added, narrowing his eyes down at the still-reclined child. "I'm well aware of what happened between you and Miss Mizrahi the other day," noted Yuriev, noticing Albedo's purple eyes instantly widen in horror. Albedo was no better at controlling his emotions than his twin. "Even unauthorized Encephalon dives are recorded into the U.M.N. database, boy."
Albedo felt as though his heart dropped to his stomach. "You…knew?" the boy barely squeaked before swallowing a lump in his throat. Yuriev did not even have to answer or nod for Albedo to already know the truth. Apparently, the white-haired boy's 'secret' regarding the true means of Sakura's death was not as 'secret' as Albedo prayed. Plus, who was to say that Dmitri was the 'only' person who knew the truth? Oh God… Albedo fretted, his frightened eyes locked onto Dmitri's as the middle child skittishly dared to ask, "Did you…does…Rubedo know?" Albedo did not know what he would do if his twin knew the truth about Sakura's death and played naïve around Albedo the whole time.
Fixing his glasses, Dmitri glanced away for a moment. "Not that I'm aware of," the father truthfully spoke, much to Albedo's unrivaled relief. "I never told him, if that's what you're wondering. Judging by his little scene the other day it's very unlikely he knows."
Albedo did not particularly like the way Dmitri spoke of Rubedo's "little scene the other day." The middle child was often exposed to verbal abuse like this, taunted by Dmitri for being such a crybaby. Albedo was used to it, thus he could take it, but he never tolerated when people mocked Rubedo. Albedo never let the standards get away with their crap, and he was not about to let Dmitri off, either.
However, before Albedo could counter Dmitri's comment, the man spoke again to purposely keep Albedo's mouth shut. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't tell Rubedo, either," Dmitri added, finally locking his gaze back on the boy again, causing Albedo's face to drain of color via the threat. "Frankly, I fail to see how knowing the truth about Miss Mizrahi's death could benefit him now," especially when the link master and his comrades only had one more month to live. Naturally, Dmitri did not include that little tidbit of information.
"However…" continued Yuriev, before taking one step closer to Albedo's bed, glaring his sardonic navy eyes deeply into Albedo's frightened violet orbs. "…I may consider enlightening Number 666 about Miss Mizrahi's real death…if his damned twin doesn't start getting his act together!" snarled Dmitri, keeping a level head of authority while putting ample indignation in his voice to make sure Albedo got the message. "With the Descent Operation a month away I don't have time for your nonsense. If you don't want to pull yourself together that's your business, but don't let it get in the way of mine, Albedo!" Dmitri warned, his deep tone easily scaring the boy into submission, something Dmitri liked. Of course, Dmitri was not foolish enough to think Albedo was afraid of him; the boy was just scared of the possibility of Dmitri telling Rubedo the truth.
"Don't forget that I created you, Number 667. You may not possess the ability to die, but I'm sure you're well aware that living can sometimes be worse than dying, especially when one is forced to eternally live alone," Dmitri emphasized, noticing faint tears started lining the rim of Albedo's wide eyes. Even Yuriev was well aware of the U.R.T.V.s' inherent fears, fears he specifically embedded in all of his children to make them more susceptible and obedient. "I have ways of making your immortal life worse than death in Hell. If your twin means as much to you as you claim, I suggest you do exactly as I say from now on."
His point made, Dmitri then backed away from Albedo's bed, turning around to fetch the boy's files before leaving. Naturally, the child was too stunned, and afraid, to speak, but Dmitri preferred the silence. He did not have the patience, or the time, to put up with Albedo anymore. The second PATHOS test was due in about an hour and there was much preparation beforehand. Reaching the infirmary's closed door, Dmitri almost walked through before glancing over his shoulder back at the silent middle child.
"And one more thing, Albedo," added Dmitri, glaring his dark eyes back into the frightened boy. "I created you…and I spared you, too. I could've easily disposed of Rubedo's 'appendage' when he was an infant, but for some ungodly reason I thought you might prove useful." Perhaps, even beings like Yuriev who transcended centuries could be incorrect from time to time. Scoffing at his own damned foolishness, Dmitri then turned his head away from Albedo, conveniently when he noticed the boy's eyes water more intensely. "I suggest you start showing your father a bit more gratitude for granting your life, even if that life was a total failure."
With that, Dr. Yuriev disappeared behind the sliding door, leaving Albedo behind in the infirmary. The moment his father left, Albedo felt the tears silently cascade down his cheeks, causing the boy to furiously wipe them away. Albedo was never ashamed to cry, but he did not believe Dmitri was worthy of shedding tears over. The boy did not like to give his father the satisfaction in knowing that bastard made him cry. He would not cry for Dmitri, and Albedo would be damned if he would show Dmitri any "gratitude." Dmitri's illustrious "gratitude" was what plagued Albedo with a life he could never escape! In "sparing" Albedo, Dmitri willingly cursed U.R.T.V. Number 667! Perhaps it would have been better if Albedo were disposed early in his life. Albedo had no purpose, and in retrospect it was a miracle Dmitri allowed him to live twelve long, pointless years.
"Why the hell do I exist?" muttered the boy, glancing hopelessly down at the hands over his lap, staring through tear-filled eyes. His right hand bore his serial number, 667, the mark of a U.R.T.V. Variant with no reason for existing. How was it possible that Albedo could live forever…and serve no purpose?
Nothing made sense anymore.
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Nothing made sense anymore. Everything was spiraling out of control, linked together via a series of heart-wrenching events that ate away at Rubedo's sanity bit by bit. First it was Albedo's immortality, then Sakura's death, then Dmitri's pressure, then PATHOS, then Nigredo, then…then…then Albedo's…self-mutilation. Somehow, in the midst of the madness that was dubbed his "life" at the moment, Rubedo was expected to continue getting up every morning, carry out his duties, and do it with a level head. Yes, for a time, the link master maintained the charade.
But now…the charade was almost impossible to uphold anymore. No matter how hard Rubedo tried he could not get the images of Albedo out of his head. What was worse was how those images tore at Rubedo so deeply and painfully the redhead almost wanted to scream again. What in God's name possessed his twin to do that?! It was bad enough Albedo once pulled a gun on himself a few months ago. However, Rubedo figured his brother would not pull something like that again, either. Yet, lo and behold, Rubedo found his disturbed little brother happily self-dismembered and covered in his own blood, all the while wearing a twisted smile on his face. How often did Albedo do this to himself? Albedo's regeneration prevented scar tissue evidence of any past injuries. Therefore, it was anyone's guess whether or not Albedo had been making a habit of hurting himself, like those "cutters" Rubedo read about. There was no denying that Albedo's state of mind was getting critical.
Rubedo was losing his twin. The redhead could feel the painful drifting inside his right heart. Both brothers feared losing the other, but Rubedo found an odd, yet guiltily selfish, reassurance in knowing Albedo could not die and leave Rubedo behind. True, Albedo could never die, but he was still leaving Rubedo…slowly…painfully…and mentally. Rubedo was almost certain that his twin was completely 'gone' when Albedo passed out in the shower. The bloodied boy was still alive, but his lack of response filled Rubedo with unparalleled dread, as if whenever Albedo woke up, he would no longer be Albedo anymore, or at least the Albedo Rubedo cherished. If that were the case, then what would Rubedo do?
The link master did not know what to do anymore. Nothing made sense. All there was…was pain…much of it…too much for one boy, genetically engineered or not, to handle.
"667 is currently stable," Dmitri's voice blankly announced as he strolled down the corridor by the infirmary. To the left side of the hall was a long bench where the remaining Variant boys sat waiting for news about Albedo's state. Rubedo and Nigredo had been sitting in silence after they brought Albedo into the infirmary, and neither boy left the spot since. Their uniforms, Rubedo's especially, were both stained in blood since the two boys carried the unconscious Albedo to the infirmary. By now the blood was dry, though it did not diminish the fact that the children were a total mess…in more ways than one.
"The second PATHOS experiment will commence at twelve-hundred hours," added Dmitri, making sure his voice was loud enough for the boys to hear. Naturally, Nigredo stared up at his father, while Rubedo kept his gaze downward, never once humoring Yuriev. "Albedo's fully recovered and in condition for the exam. I suggest you two clean up and be ready as well. Understood?"
Nigredo had no trouble nodding in response, though Rubedo remained frozen, unmoving from his spot as if he were a statue. He heard everything Dmitri said but the redhead was too downcast to reply. Plus, a welling anger inside of Rubedo burned via Dmitri's orders. How the hell could that bastard send the Variants back into PATHOS after one of their own brothers mutilated himself? Albedo might not be dead, but was Dmitri so blind to how traumatic the experience was for Rubedo and Nigredo? How could their father possibly expect the U.R.T.V.s to perform well after such a frightening experience? Dmitri bitched over Rubedo's anxiety levels yesterday during the first PATHOS test! Did the bastard really think today's analysis would prove 'better' after Rubedo found his beloved twin bleeding himself to near-death?! What the hell was that asshole Dmitri thinking?!
"Is that understood, Number 666?" repeated Dmitri, his tone sharper to regain Rubedo's attention.
"Go to hell," Rubedo snarled under his breath, causing Nigredo beside him to jerk nervously at the link master's guile. The redhead did not care anymore. Everyone he loved was slowly slipping through his fingers: first Sakura, now Albedo. Who was next? Nigredo? Rubedo preferred not to know. However, the leader would be damned if he willingly did as Dmitri said anymore. Rubedo did not care about Dmitri. The boy refused to keep wasting his life trying to impress a parent that would always consider him nothing but a 'weapon.' Rubedo had long since gotten over the sadness of not having a benevolent father-son relationship. Back when he was very little, Rubedo wished relations with Dmitri were better, but now…Rubedo did not give a damn. He did not care if he was the link master anymore. "Take your 'leadership' and shove it up your ass."
Frankly, Dmitri was not surprised, nor fazed, by Rubedo's words. The father was well aware that his son despised his leadership role. However, Dmitri was not about to pamper the kid, either. Like it or not, Rubedo was, and would always be, the link master. U.R.T.V. Number 666 was not deemed leader for the hell of it; he was the leader based on his perfect wavelength. To a certain extent even Dmitri did not control the development of Rubedo's mental pattern. Such was just how the child's body formed. The mental wavelength of a person's consciousness was something modern science could not entirely control. Thus, Rubedo's wavelength was "perfected" by nothing more than fate. Rubedo could not change his leadership role, anymore than Dmitri could, and so both had to deal with an unchangeable truth.
"Do as you like, Rubedo," Dmitri unemotionally shrugged, before turning away and preparing his departure back to his office. Of course, Dmitri was not about to leave without giving his unruly son some 'food for thought.' "But you might want to reconsider the fact that without PATHOS the Red Dragon will forever be out of your control…"
"I don't give a damn about the Red Dragon!" blasted Rubedo, though still refusing to look up at his father. Balling his fists tightly, the redhead's body shook with anger as his laments spat out of him. "How the hell can you possibly ignore what just happened to us?! After what happened with Albedo…do you honestly expect me to pass another one of your friggen tests with flying colors?!"
"Yes, I do expect it of you and so does the Federation," countered Dmitri, his bluntness causing Rubedo to grind his teeth. "You are a bioweapon, Rubedo, built specifically for anti-U-DO combat and warfare. You are expected to handle your duties at optimum performance with no exceptions and no excuses. What do you honestly think the Descent Operation is going to be like, Rubedo? It will be war. If you can't handle a simple mishap with your dysfunctional brother, how in God's name do you expect to lead the Descent? And don't think for a moment you're going to be 'excused' from the duty, either. I don't care what disaster befalls between now and next month…you will perform up to expectations."
"And what if I don't?" challenged Rubedo, daring to glare up at his father through a few gaps in his red bangs. Ordinarily, if a U.R.T.V. spoke to Dmitri in such a disrespectful manner the child would be severely punished, not that Rubedo was scared. Rubedo just saw his twin blood-soaked and partially dismembered. Did Dmitri really think his vain threats frightened Rubedo anymore? "What the hell will you do, Dad, if your wonderful leader suddenly decides not to listen to you?"
Silent for a moment, Dmitri stared indifferently down at the arrogant redhead. In a way, Dmitri was pleased to see Rubedo was 'toughening up.' Yet, what the link master said was nothing worthy of praise. Rubedo had no idea how foolishly he was speaking. The whole reason PATHOS needed to work was so Rubedo could control the Red Dragon…for Dmitri's benefit. He needed Rubedo to follow his father's orders precisely so the necessary sacrifice could take place in one month on Miltia. The Red Dragon would be the clincher in the affair. Mixed with U-DO, the Red Dragon would be strong enough to destroy Miltia and any evidence leading to Dmitri's involvement. Alas, if Rubedo could not control the Red Dragon, Dmitri's plans may backfire and create more of a mess within Parliament. The Third Descent Operation was a very, very delicate procedure that needed to be followed by a precise formula. Otherwise, Dmitri's goal would become further out of his reach.
"For your sake, Rubedo," Yuriev warned sternly and deeply, narrowing his eyes at the young boy. "I suggest you do as your father asks. You speak as though you understand the situation but you do not, Rubedo. I'm not going to be 'holding your hand' through the Descent Operation, so whatever the hell you do that night will be entirely your choice," he reassured, before turning away and walking further down the corridor, Dmitri's voice echoing back, "But you better damn hope whatever choice you do make is the 'right' one, Rubedo."
Glaring at his father's back through the corner of his eye, Rubedo snarled angrily before Dmitri finally left the hallway entirely. Out of his father's sight, the leader slammed a fist against the bench, fuming as Rubedo took in Dmitri's words. The redhead hated to admit it, but Dmitri backed him into another corner. Rubedo did not understand anything anymore, and certainly did not qualify as one with the grounds to make his own decisions. He hated listening to Dmitri, but what else could Rubedo do? He did not understand the Red Dragon, he did not understand the Descent Operation…nothing made any frikken sense anymore! Plus the fact, it did not help that the boy was no longer thinking clearly, which would negate any rational decisions on Rubedo's behalf. Cursing himself, Rubedo silently accepted defeat and buried his throbbing head into his hands. "Dammit! Dammit!"
Sympathizing with Rubedo's hopelessness, Nigredo placed a comforting hand on his brother's nearest shoulder. He sincerely wanted to cheer Rubedo up, though the best idea the younger brother concocted was "If Albedo's stable we can probably see him now, Rubedo." Nigredo knew how the twins ticked, and they often perked at the mentioning of their other half.
As expected, Rubedo did perk at Nigredo's suggestion, rising from his hands and turning to face the black-haired boy. In a way, Rubedo was somewhat disappointed in Nigredo for not supporting the older Variant in Dmitri's presence. Yet, what difference would it have made? Dmitri never listened to his children. It was always the U.R.T.V.s who had to listen to their father, never the other way around. Nigredo was smart enough not to waste his breath anymore, something Rubedo had a harder time doing. The redhead was too stubborn and proud to easily admit defeat. Unfortunately, Rubedo also knew that no matter what, he could never win against his father.
Maybe that's why…Nigredo is the way he is, Rubedo realized, before softening his face for Nigredo's sake. He said he wanted to break free, but…it's impossible to do so with someone like Dad hovering over the cage. It's like the dream said…we're all trapped…even…me.
"Nigredo…" Too tired to fight his fate anymore, Rubedo relented and defeatedly dipped his head. "I'm…I'm sorry about what I said earlier in the cafeteria," he apologized sincerely, ashamed to look Nigredo in the eye anymore. "I sure as hell can't throw stones, can I?"
Technically, Rubedo was right, but Nigredo was not about to humor the redhead's fatalism. Frankly, despite how naïve Rubedo spoke sometimes, Nigredo liked it, too. Rubedo's spunk helped brighten Nigredo's otherwise dark life and gave him something Dmitri always deprived: hope. Given the choice, Nigredo would love to think and act like his older brother.
Feeling a small appreciative smile pull his lips, the black-haired boy patted Rubedo's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Rubedo," Nigredo reassured before getting up from his seat. After sitting there for a few hours following Albedo's incident, Nigredo was stiff and could not wait to stretch his limbs. Of course, before that could transpire, Nigredo extended a hand down to the distressed Rubedo. "Come' on," encouraged Nigredo. "Albedo's probably waiting for you."
Perking at the second reminder of his twin, Rubedo looked up at Nigredo. It was rare for the nonchalant baby Variant to be encouraging the typically spunky leader. The ironic scene was sheer proof of how dramatically Rubedo was changing, and those changes disturbed the redhead. Rubedo could not afford to lose sight of himself. He already lost Sakura, and Albedo was drifting. If Nigredo ever left, all Rubedo would have was himself…and if he lost himself…
…He grabbed Nigredo's hand a second later and headed into Albedo's room. Rubedo did not want to think such disturbing thoughts anymore. He could not take much more of it.
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With Albedo's medical report now filed and out of the way, Dmitri lifted his gaze from his monitor, peering at the young lady standing before his office desk. Technically, Citrine was not scheduled to meet with Nigredo in Yuriev's office until after today's PATHOS test. Yet, the female Variant still had business to attend to in her father's office before PATHOS and the appointed afternoon meeting.
First of all, "I want to know why you went snooping into the males' ward this morning, Citrine," Dr. Yuriev started, leaning back into his chair to fold his arms over his chest. "While I appreciate you sparing me from reiterating today's schedule to Nigredo, you know I prefer the male and female units being segregated in their dorms." Such kept matters less complicated across the Yuriev Institute. Dmitri was not blind to how sexist little boys and little girls could behave. He knew Citrine's complex of the female types being superior to the males. As such, it would not take much for her to tick the males off and instigate some asinine 'battle of the sexes,' which was the last thing Dr. Yuriev needed in his institute. Plus, keeping boys and girls separated upon reaching older, pre-adolescent years was more modest and professional for the institute's image. "Besides, I thought you hated the males' ward."
"I do, sir," Citrine stated matter-of-factly, keeping her demeanor as blunt and unemotional as usual. "I only visited the males' ward to speak with Nigredo. Heavens knows he's getting second thoughts about our mission. I just wanted to drill some sense into him before today's PATHOS experiment, to encourage him to take his duty more seriously."
Dmitri had to admit that his daughter was right; Nigredo was getting very skeptical about his eventual execution of the Red Dragon. Thus, even Dmitri had suspicions that if appointed time came, Number 669 might abandon his duty. Nigredo got too close to Rubedo over the years, for reasons Dmitri originally meant for Rubedo's downfall, not Nigredo's. Having the Executioner become close friends with the Red Dragon was the perfect scheme to lower Rubedo's guard and make him easy prey for Nigredo. Plus, there was always Albedo to consider, too. Knowing that clingy twin, Albedo would not let anyone, never mind an executioner, near Rubedo unless Nigredo also won Albedo's trust. It was a complicated process Dmitri hoped would prove worthwhile.
Unfortunately, Dmitri was starting to notice his wonderful scheme was backfiring now. Yes, Nigredo succeeded in winning Rubedo and Albedo's trust. Unfortunately, he also got too close to the twins, so close that Nigredo actually cared about the boys and refused to kill Rubedo anymore. Nigredo could not kill his best friend, nor could he devastate the immortal twin via taking Albedo's precious Rubedo away. Those Variants' damn emotions grew too strong of a bond, and because of it, now Nigredo was afraid to fulfill his lifelong duty.
Dmitri's life never got easier, that was for sure. As if Dr. Yuriev did not have enough headaches regarding Rubedo and Albedo, now Nigredo was starting to get under his father's skin. The Descent Operation's sacrifice could not come quickly enough for Dmitri Yuriev.
And now, on top of the Variant boys' issues, now Citrine was behaving suspiciously. Running a hand through his pallid blonde hair, Dmitri silently exhaled before returning his attention to Number 668. "It's not your job to put Nigredo in his place, Citrine," Yuriev noted, though his voice was not as cross as it might be when addressing the incompetence of Citrine's brothers. Contrary to popular belief amongst the institute's subordinate scientists, and various U.R.T.V.s, Citrine was not Dmitri's "little princess." The only reason people thought such was because Citrine carried herself in such a pompous manner. Dmitri never encouraged such arrogance, nor did he spoil her or treat Citrine in such a way that would coerce her attitude. U.R.T.V. Number 668 might be the only female Variant, but Dmitri never treated her any better than the rest of his children. If Citrine acted like a little princess, it was entirely her doing, not her father's. Frankly, even Dmitri frowned upon her pomposity, because it often drove Citrine to do things Dmitri never authorized, such as this morning's trek to the males' ward.
Unfortunately, considering all of his other problems with the Variants, Dmitri could easily overlook Citrine. At the very least, she was the most impressive and obedient Designer Child, and held the most promise for her father's grand scheme. More importantly, Dmitri knew he could rely on Citrine to get a job done, something that sure could not be said about her Variant brothers at the moment. If Dmitri told Citrine to do something, she would do it without any tantrums, hesitations, and sniveling attached.
Still, Dmitri could not dismiss Citrine's overstepped boundary without some little reprimand. "I'm willing to overlook your narcissism provided you leave Nigredo's lectures to me from now on, Citrine," Yuriev dealt, locking his serious eyes with Citrine's almost identical, yet younger, orbs. "That also regards the rest of the U.R.T.V.s, too. The one to establish order in this institute is I, not you, Number 668, unless I authorize such. If you forget your place again you will face consequences, Citrine."
"Understood," the blonde girl blankly obeyed, never the type to challenge her father's orders. Unlike Number 666 who practically made it a hobby to dispute everything Dmitri said, Citrine never hesitated to comply. She was stubborn, too, namely regarding her own arrogance regarding the females, but Citrine was not stupid enough to argue with Dr. Yuriev. She respected her creator and followed his law, because Citrine felt it was her reason for existing. Dmitri was her father, she was his daughter, and she had to obey…end of story. 668 was not a mindless machine; Citrine had enough sense to understand that she was a bioweapon created specifically for Yuriev's bidding. Such was the girl's reason for existing, that and fighting U-DO and obliterating the Red Dragon. Citrine never understood why her brothers liked to defy Dmitri, when they were defying their reasons for living. Citrine had no foolish desires to live like a 'normal' child, or even act human, regardless if she was born one. She was a U.R.T.V., Dmitri Yuriev'sU.R.T.V., thus Number 668 would do as Dmitri Yuriev ordered. Else, what rationale was there for Citrine's creation?
Pleased with Citrine's response, Dmitri set aside that easily-solved problem with his daughter. Understanding how Citrine's mind worked also helped in making their discussions quick, too, allowing Dmitri to focus on more pivotal matters like the approaching PATHOS. With the girl's problem settled, Dmitri then addressed one final topic before dismissing Citrine. "Out of curiosity, how did Nigredo react to your little talk this morning?" Dr. Yuriev inquired, folding his hands in an intrigued manner, looking prepared to be amused by Citrine's answer. Of course, Dmitri already had a gist of how Number 669 might have reacted to Citrine. Still, getting the facts was always better.
"He was not happy," Citrine replied with an indifferent grunt. "Plus, he started repeating self-righteous crap about wanting to spare Number 666. It's obvious Nigredo's gotten too close to the Red Dragon, and I get the impression he wants to back out of the mission, Doctor."
That did not surprise Dmitri in the least. "Yes, I've sensed it for quite a while, too," Dmitri agreed with his daughter. "That's why I need you, Citrine, in the event Nigredo fails. Under no circumstances can the Red Dragon go out of control. If it does, the results could be catastrophic."
"I'm well aware of that," nodded Citrine, before glancing away momentarily. "But...I also have a feeling that Nigredo may defend the Red Dragon if such an event occurs."
"If that happens, you know what you must do, Citrine."
"Of course, but…"
"'But'?" Dmitri blinked, cocking his head curiously by the strange word he heard slip through Citrine's lips. "That's not a common word out of your mouth, Citrine," he slyly noted, causing the girl to look back at him with a particularly odd look in her blue eyes. Citrine was much better at controlling her emotions than her brothers, but… "Don't tell me you're getting second thoughts as well, Number 668."
"Of course not, but…" Damn it, Citrine cursed to herself, noticing how she let that little word "but" slip out again. It was not her personality, or her place, to second-guess her destiny. Technically, Citrine was not challenging her fate. She would indeed kill Rubedo someday without hesitation. If Citrine had to murder the Red Dragon everyday for the rest of eternity, she still would not mind. Citrine never became attached to Number 666, thus she had no sentimentalities attached to her duty, unlike Nigredo.
Nigredo…
…But Number 669 was a different story. As with Rubedo, Citrine never became exceptionally close to Nigredo. To Citrine, 669 was an associate. U.R.T.V.s 668 and 669 were 'bound' based on the common ground of their shared duty in executing the Red Dragon. Other than that, Nigredo and Citrine were two opposites, unrelated people that were practically worlds apart in personalities and mindsets. The two executioners both respected and resented each other in some way, leveling their 'relationship' as nothing more than professional and obligatory. Citrine knew Nigredo once wanted them to be friends, his pathetic little attempt at crafting himself and Citrine as another 'Rubedo and Albedo.' But after she cruelly shattered his dream, the executioner U.R.T.V.s remained at arms' length, only associating when needed. Frankly, Citrine liked that kind of distant relationship, which she considered far more appropriate than whatever the hell went on with the Variant twins.
But…no matter how distant Citrine and Nigredo remained, Number 668 still did not like the possibility of Nigredo interfering with the Red Dragon's murder. If Citrine had to kill Nigredo, she would do so without hesitation.
…And that lack of hesitation bothered her.
Over the twelve years of her life, Citrine had been desensitized to the possibility of killing Rubedo, much like a solider who became numb to the sight of enemy and ally carnage. Citrine would eventually carry Rubedo's blood on her hands, and even carry it with pride for completing her life's duty.
However, the possibility of also carrying Nigredo's blood…diminished her elation. If the youngest Variant interjected, Citrine would kill Nigredo, along with anyone else who dared get between her and the Red Dragon. She also did not give a damn if her baby brother was 'scarred for life' by seeing his sister kill Rubedo. What worried Citrine was if Nigredo attempted to interfere and 'save' Rubedo. Killing Nigredo was never originally part of the plan. Yet, Citrine could not help but wonder if Dmitri had given up on Number 669…and rescheduled Citrine to execute the Executioner. She was not an emotional girl by any means, and certainly 'tougher' than the boys.
Unfortunately, as much as Citrine hated to admit it, she and Nigredo did have somewhat of a connection, even if a thread no thicker than a strand of hair held that connection. Citrine had no problem with cutting that bond via murdering Nigredo, either.
But…Citrine was unsure if she could live for the rest of her life, knowing she killed Nigredo, her associate…her partner…her baby brother…
Oh Christ, SNAP OUT OF IT! Citrine blasted to herself, discreetly grinding her teeth behind her lips to prevent Dmitri's notice. If Nigredo was stupid enough to reject his duty and interject with Citrine's, that was his fault, not hers! Frankly, it would serve Nigredo right if his foolishness got himself killed!
"You seem preoccupied today, Citrine," Dmitri finally voiced, snapping the girl out of her confused train of thought. Yuriev did not even need the U.R.T.V.s' telepathic powers to know what his daughter was thinking. After all, Citrine possessed human emotions just like the other three Variants. The only difference between Citrine and the Variant boys was that she chose to ignore her feelings…most of the time. "I certainly hope you don't disappoint me, either, Number 668."
Realizing her demeanor was wavering, even by a fraction, Citrine refocused her attention back to the matter at hand regarding Dmitri. Unlike her father's implication, Citrine harbored no intentions of disappointing her creator. She even felt foolish for thinking such sentimental thoughts. It should not matter who she killed. As long as she was fulfilling Dmitri's wishes, such was all Citrine needed. Such was why she existed.
Taking in a deep silent breath and releasing it through her nose, Citrine rebuilt her composure and nodded obediently. "I won't, Dr. Yuriev."
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"Rubedo! Nigredo!" Albedo gasped loudly as his brothers walked into the middle child's infirmary room. It had only been a few minutes since Dmitri left, and Albedo had not moved since. The white-haired boy was still in bed, though he had stopped crying shortly before the door whisked open again for the two new visitors. Seeing his brothers again easily provoked a smile and grateful tears to sting Albedo's previously dried eyes. "I'm so happy you're here."
Nigredo returned the smile, though typically less jubilantly than Albedo. Nonetheless, it was obvious even to Albedo that the baby Variant was happy to see him. The younger Variants did not get along 'perfectly,' but they still evidently cared about one another. "I'm glad to see you're okay," replied Nigredo with a nod whilst blocking out the disturbing thoughts of what drove Albedo into the infirmary in the first place.
Rubedo was thinking the identical thoughts. However, unlike Nigredo, the leader failed to recall the memories while keeping a smile on his face. Despite being happy that Albedo was fully cured, Rubedo could not bring himself to smile. Instead, his face was fixated in a resentful frown, one Albedo picked up instantly when the middle child finally took his eyes off Nigredo.
"Rubedo?" Albedo blinked, his smile fading and his face softening upon meeting his twin's displeased expression. There was an odd look on Rubedo's face: a cross between fury and sadness, each opposing emotion colliding and attempting to take dominance. It perplexed Albedo, especially since he figured Rubedo would be happier than Nigredo as usual. "What's wro-?"
"Is it that hard to figure out, Albedo?!" Rubedo suddenly blurted out, causing both of his siblings to jump at the unexpected pitch in his voice. They knew Rubedo had a temper and when he let it loose Albedo and Nigredo knew nothing stopped it. Not even giving his brothers a chance to react, Rubedo's fists tightened again as another surge of rage filled him. Only this time, Rubedo was not angry with Dmitri.
"…What?" Albedo muttered to himself, exchanging a confused look with an equally baffled Nigredo before staring back at Rubedo. "…What're you talking about?"
"'What am I talking about'?! I'll tell you what the hell I'm talking about!" Rubedo continued to rant, nearly slamming his fist against a nearby monitor. As if his rage was multiplying by each second, the red-haired boy felt his blood boil after hearing his twin's ignorant questions. "I'm talking about what you did to yourself! I told you to NEVER pull anything like that again and you still did it you asshole!" shouted Rubedo, nearly taking another swing at his twin as he did during the time Rubedo was clearly recalling.
"You IDIOT!! Don't you ever pull anything like that again! If you die…you can't come back to life!"
Nigredo so nearly ran to Rubedo in order to restrain the enraged boy again. Yet, Nigredo's feet were unable to move, as if they were fused to the tiled floor. Then again, perhaps Nigredo did not want to hold Rubedo back this time. Perhaps the young boy wanted Rubedo to beat some sense into Albedo. Although Nigredo was happy that Albedo was safe, Nigredo was also displeased with what Albedo did to himself.
Back when Albedo pulled a gun on himself, both Rubedo and Nigredo were horrified. Of course, it did not help that at the time neither knew Albedo could regenerate. Nigredo had heard Dmitri mutter something about one, and only one, U.R.T.V. who could accelerate cell growth, but Nigredo never realized it was Albedo until that day. Until the realization came, when Albedo shot himself in the head, Nigredo and Rubedo truly thought their middle brother casually committed suicide. Thoughts about the mysterious "regenerating U.R.T.V." never even crossed Nigredo's mind when he saw his older brother's head blown off. All Nigredo could think of at that moment was how Albedo just died right before his young eyes.
However, for Rubedo, the scene was even more devastating, and it was no wonder why he still had nightmares about it. Albedo just pulled out the pistol as casually as one holding a toy, and just as casually brought it to his head and pulled the trigger. Rubedo did not even have time to think when it happened. The scene happened so fast and his twin's body was headless before Rubedo could even blink! It was Rubedo's greatest nightmare come true to see his twin brother die, and knowing Albedo foolhardily did it to himself only made the situation worse. It felt as though Albedo willingly left Rubedo for no damn reason! But of course, the middle child's regenerative powers eventually kicked in, restored Albedo, and Rubedo had his twin again. In any other situation, having Albedo return to him after such a frightening near-death experience would have made Rubedo so happy. The redhead probably would have grabbed onto his twin and held Albedo so tightly, endlessly thanking God for returning his precious brother to him.
But instead, Rubedo came to his senses that afternoon, realized the incredibly asinine stunt Albedo pulled, and instinctively rewarded his twin with a right hook across his face. How dare Albedo fool around with his brothers' emotions like that? Rubedo did not care if Albedo was attempting to illustrate his regenerative powers or not! Albedo scared the shit out of Rubedo and Nigredo that day, and did it all with a foolhardy smile on his lips, as if blowing his head off was no big deal!
And today was no different. Just like before, Albedo foolishly mutilated himself, showing no regard for his own existence…or for the feelings of his brothers. Did Albedo fail to understand how important he was to Rubedo and Nigredo? Did he honestly think they could care less if he died? Even in retrospect, Rubedo was perplexed at how stunned Albedo looked when Rubedo hit him that afternoon following the gun incident. Perhaps Albedo's shock was caused by the realization of his immortality, but even before Nigredo confirmed the truth Albedo was still surprised by Rubedo's reaction. How the hell did Albedo expect Rubedo to react; happy?! Dear God, Rubedo did not even want to consider how he might have reacted if Albedo did not regenerate. Several of Rubedo's nightmares induced by that afternoon often warped the scene and ensured Albedo never regenerated, and each dream made Rubedo wake up screaming.
Screaming…very much like he did when he found Albedo in the bloody shower.
"Do you enjoy doing this to me, Albedo?! Is that it?!" blasted Rubedo, slamming a foot against the floor so soundly it made Albedo cringe submissively. "Do you think I 'enjoy' seeing my brother butcher himself?! Do you think I'm not gonna' give a shit if you…die?!" The last word came out more timidly. Despite the fact that Albedo could never die, Rubedo could not shake the feelings those two mutilation scenes induced. The first time with the gun, Rubedo thought Albedo really did die. However, even the second, most recent time, Rubedo briefly contemplated the possibility that his twin was dead. No matter how much evidence negated the possibility of Albedo dying, Rubedo was not as brave as Albedo to fool around with life and death.
Truthfully, Rubedo did not believe in immortality. Even in books about mythology and folklore gods possessed weaknesses, so what made Albedo any different? U.R.T.V.s were technically born human, thus Albedo was human in one sense, and all humans were mortal. Mortality was what made them human. Therefore, Rubedo was not 100% confident that his twin was indisputably immortal. Thus, the last thing Rubedo needed was for Albedo to find some loophole in his immortality that would ensure the death Rubedo knew his twin desired.
Blinking long and hard, Albedo swallowed before attempting to speak to his distressed other half. Never did he dream that Rubedo would have taken his bleeding so hard, especially since Albedo did it all for his twin. "Rubedo…I'm sor-"
"Don't you dare say you're sorry when you're obviously not, Albedo!" Rubedo cut him off again, causing Albedo to cough back an oncoming sob. "If you were so damn sorry you wouldn't keep doing this to yourself…or me!" the redhead added, pointing a sharp finger at himself. But just as quickly as the finger pointed, it started to shake, along with the rest of Rubedo. His anger was beginning to morph into sadness as the feuding emotions warred inside him. A part of Rubedo was furious enough to curse up a storm and start taking a few swings at his twin.
Yet, the other part of Rubedo was happy and sad: happy that his twin was safe, but sad over Albedo's carefree attitude regarding death. What if the unthinkable happened? What if, by some twist of fate, Albedo managed to find that loophole in his immortality and die? What would become of Rubedo? Was Albedo so obsessed with death that he did not care what would happen to his twin? Did Albedo value death over Rubedo? Did Albedo want to leave Rubedo?!
When the image of his younger twin started to ripple behind welling tears, Rubedo bit his lip and tore his eyes away from Albedo. All of a sudden, Rubedo did not want to be in the room anymore, afraid that anything his brothers said might induce either more screams or more tears, and neither would help Rubedo. Taking a deep breath to inhale the emotions, Rubedo then turned away from his siblings and headed for the door. He needed to be alone right now.
Alas, Rubedo never reached the door before his other half called out to him. "Rubedo!" Albedo cried, stumbling out of his bed and rushing over to the redhead. Any other normal patient who leapt out of bed after recovering from Albedo's incident would have instantly fainted or fallen. Of course, being a regenerative U.R.T.V., Albedo was fully restored and had no problem running after his furious twin. He wanted to apologize and explain himself to Rubedo. Fortunately, Rubedo stopped at the door, though the older brother remained still and did not turn to face Albedo. Between the rejection and Rubedo's hurtful words, the white-haired Variant soundly sniffled and coughed back a few sobs as a fresh batch of tears skimmed down his face.
But the sounds only lit another fuse in Rubedo, setting him off and spinning him around to glare viciously at his frightened little brother. "Don't you DARE start blubbering at a time like this!" Rubedo roared, his eyes narrowed furiously and intimidated more tears down Albedo's pink cheeks. "You have no fuckin' right to be c-crying right n-now, Albedo!" the redhead choked, nearly screaming more before Rubedo felt his own tears become unbearable. Not wanting to shed them, especially in front of his siblings, the leader instantly spun back around and bolted out the door, running to nowhere. The redhead just ran for as long as he could, not caring where he went or who saw him. Rubedo knew there was no place he could escape to anymore. After all, he could not sneak into Sakura's subconscious domain anymore.
Sakura…
When his legs finally gave out, Rubedo found himself in an unknown corridor; empty, unlit, and unused. He did not know where he was, nor did he care. He was alone, and though he hated being alone, such was all Rubedo wanted at the moment.
And even still…he could not bring himself to cry. Rubedo had to be strong. The next PATHOS test was in less than an hour, and he was, after all, the leader.
…A very, very lost leader…who had reached his limits.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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A/N: First off, syncope due to hypoxia is a legitimate fainting spell, usually caused when the brain doesn't get enough oxygen. There are several stimuli that can trigger syncope, and one is due to blood not circulating oxygen. Considering how Albedo dismembered himself in the last chapter, obviously blood would temporarily not circulate properly. Bear in mind that this story takes place in the infancy of both Rubedo and Albedo's understanding/maturing of their powers. Plus, even 14 years later it's shown that Albedo's regeneration isn't instantaneous, and takes a moment to kick in. Thus, it's plausible that a young Albedo could suffer syncope if he mutilated himself to such deadly levels like in the last chapter, especially while trying to "beat the clock" and not give his body enough time to regenerate. Technically, we've only seen Albedo dismember one or two parts of himself at a time in the canon, whereas the last chapter implied Albedo dismembered far more than just an arm or a head. (Oh, and yes, I know I'm overanalyzing things again. I realize we Xeno fans can't get take everything to heart regarding Albedo's powers, considering there's no logical explanation for how the hell his body can still stand after decapitation. Nevertheless, I try to add some bit of realism whenever possible.)
As you can see, Citrine's character is starting to change, too, caught between her duties and her feelings. I know Citrine's not an emotional girl but she does possess emotions like the other Variants. Her little connection to Nigredo will be further explored in the following chapters. I just hope she's not coming across as OOC. If you're wondering where the hell I'm getting this "Citrine and Nigredo have a soft spot for each other" fetish, it will be better explained in the next chapter. Thus, you may want to hold off your flames until this story comes full circle.
Lastly, I certainly hope readers found Rubedo's anger justifiable. I know if I had a brother who pulled Albedo's mutilation stunts, I would not be happy (regardless if he could/couldn't regenerate). The Episode II segment where Albedo shoots himself really pulled my heartstrings regarding all three Variant boys. I felt bad for Albedo, considering his revelation. However, my heart also went out to poor Rubedo and Nigredo, two boys who had to watch their dear brother blow his head off (and it's pretty obvious neither were aware of Albedo's powers at the time, too). Dear lord, that's enough to traumatize two kids! I'm sure U.R.T.V.s witness all sorts of hellish sights in battle, but seeing a loved one die (never mind shoot himself) is always more painful. Of course, after finding out that Albedo not only survived, but was just screwing around with his powers, probably felt like a crude joke, too. I couldn't blame Rubedo for punching Albedo, since I most likely would have done the same.
So now, after this, only two chapters remain for "PATHOS," and based on this story's summary, I'm sure you can guess what's coming up next time. Hehe, Chapter IX will be fun. Anyway, feel free to review until then.