Alright! First of all! I'd like to thank the two people that reviewed even though I didn't ask! It is now… 10:03 pm! Anyway! Thank you:
Simplistic-Tyranny- ...One word went through my mind at the end.
"OW"
But nu Tamaki!! -clingu- I can't wait to see the rest. Update soon please!
Tamaki: &tilts ST's chin up& Fear not fair maiden. Your worry alone can keep me al-ITAI!
Me: &had pushed him away sending him to the floor& Tama-chan! What have I told you?
Tamaki: … I don't wanna say it &looks away&
Me: What does Kurumi-chan say? &taps foot&
Tamaki: &sighs& Boushonens that flirt with girls are just hiding their homosexuality
Me: &pats head& Good boy! Thanks for reviewing! Also, check out my other Ouran story! The one with 20 chapters! I just need six more reviews and a few suggestions for songs before I write the 21st chapter! Counting that, I have three or four more chapters till it's finished I think!
Uchiha Sesshoumaru- wow...this story is nice
Thank you. &bows& I'm glad you looked at another of my stories!
And now! On with the story! Oh! And I don't own OHSHC!
Memory Lost, Love Gained
Chapter 2: The Machine
Lights blared, harsh, bright, cold, over a pale body laid out on an autopsy table, the metal contrasting greatly with the blonde haired teen, clothes ripped and stained with blood, a bandage wrapped around his head. He didn't move, REM sleep was not granted upon the teen, but his chest, still covered, lifted slightly up and down with his weak breaths.
"He failed." A disappointed and angered voice hissed, glaring down at the teen.
"Yes, but he paid dearly for his mistake, Mistress." Another said, smirking. "When I arrived, I made sure he died slowly and painfully."
A quirk of the lips.
"Excellent." The first voice approved. "We shall have to move on to plan B."
"Of course, Mistress." The second voice said, stepping forward to reveal a tall, white haired man, bringing forth a ray of some kind.
"But," the first voice interrupted, making the man pause as he was about to set up the machine. "Just who shall we give him to?"
"May I suggest his Father, Mistress?" he questioned.
"Yes, yes, I know that you fool. I am talking about who we shall attach him to?" they growled, causing the man to flinch.
"P-perhaps… that boy?" he questioned, scrolling to the black haired teen's information and picture.
Silence.
A chuckle.
"For once, you had a good idea." The first voice complimented, making the man smile slightly.
"Thank you Mistress."
"Enough talk. Activate it." She ordered. "After this, it will be much easier to target the boy."
The switch was thrown, an eerily glowing green light shot to the teenager, the beam too bright for the two, who turned away covering their eyes. A minute or so later, the light faded, and the first voice smirked.
"Perfect."
YesIamabitcharen'tI?
More mystery! Yay! I would like ideas if you have any! I know this was short, but the next will be longer, I promise! Bye!
