The cherry blossoms were just beginning to bloom as the 15 year old boy got out of bed, showered, dressed and went down to the living room. He went to the kitchen, fixed himself some breakfast, ate and then went into the living room. He gazed around the polish room, and everywhere he looked, a certain word would always pop up.
"Superior."
He closed his eyes, sighed and opened them up. His brown hair neatly combed wearing a black suit. He liked to dress well although he thought the black suit wasn't for him. Perhaps something more robust, like a white suit would be better. He'd buy one later on, as of now he merely relaxed in the chair. He twiddled his finger, wrapping them around the air of the room, his eyes narrowing when he heard voices upstairs. Sighing deeply and wishing for more time alone he got up and fixed himself a glass of water. He sat back down just in time to see a young girl with very dark purple hair come into the room. The only thing that stood out more than her radical hair color was the two white bumps that protruded from her head, although much of it was obscured by her own hair.
"Nii-san!" She said delightfully, bowing her head and running to center of the room and sitting down. The boy gave a nod, though didn't look at his sister at all. He seemed more interested in just looking at the lamp at the end of the room. His sister giggled, looking around like some sort of lost puppy and she shrilled when another figure came into the room.
"Sup bro." The boy 14 year old boy replied finding a chair at the corner and placing himself on it. As with his sister, the 15 year old merely nodded his head and didn't look at him. He sipped his water, letting the cool liquid flow down his throat until one more person entered the room. He sat himself into the very end of the room, sitting himself into a rather luxurious chair as the young girl got up closer, still smiling. The 14 year old boy likewise leaned out of his chair to listen better.
"Superior." The man said "All of you are superior. Anna." The girl giggled at her name was called. "Santon." The 14 year old smiled smugly. "Torino."
The 15 year old boy didn't so much as blink when his name was called. It hadn't been 10 seconds and he was already getting annoyed with his father. People often talked about wanting super powers, the ability to fly, be invisible, super strength. Right he wish he had the ability to become deaf because anything the man said would be utter bullshit to him. But he laid there in the chair and listened. Listen to just how damn perfect they all were. How they were the fucking perfect race of God or something. Santon and Anna were rapt in his words, Santon feeling so good about himself and Anna too young to understand was just glad hear that her father was praising her.
Kakuzawa Torino however thought differently. Unlike his father and brother who removed their wigs to show off their horns he kept his hair on his head. Although unlike his father and brother his hair was also legitimate. For his entire life his father had always told him just how superior he was. How incredibly superior Kakuzawa Anna was to him. Oh Anna was a such a darling to him, the pure Diclonius in the family.
Diclonius. That was the terminology his father gave to them. For years he had been working with this dilemma. Although with the lack of funds the most work he was ever able to do was in his make shift office. But every day he would call his children down and talk to them how exactly superior they were. At around the age of 5 years old Anna made her father so proud when she was able to use her vectors. Her father was overjoyed, the bloodline of the Diclonius truly passing through his lineage as he always knew it would.
But what did Kakuzawa Torino care? What was the point of it all. After father's speech the man left to do his work, Santon went to his room and the only ones left were himself and Anna. The small girl got up and went over to him. "Nii-san! Why do you look so mad?" She asked kindly. He took another drink of water, setting the glass down against the table.
"I am not mad." He said plainly.
"You look mad Nii-san. You should be happy!" She said joyfully, laughing timidly. She ran around the room once. She liked to run a lot. "Look! Look Nii-san!" She yelled, and Torino saw his glass floating in the air, as if a ghost was holding it. Anna laughed enjoying her ability. She found it quite fun, Torino didn't smile. He reached up and took the glass from the air and closed his eyes.
"Nii-san?" She asked, looking worried. "Please don't be mad. You are superior! Anna too…will be superior."
He said nothing, he kept his eyes closed, and after a moment his sister left. He opened his eyes, looking at the far end of the room.
"I just don't care…" He thought to himself.
He was 18 years old, and his father had had made his own work place upon an island out in the Japanese sea. He and his brother attended different universities, he himself majoring in evolutionary biology. He constantly wore a white suit with a white tie and white pants. A perfect blend of whiteness in authority. He was right, it did look much better than the pure black suit he wore before. For a few years not nobody in the family knew what his father was doing. Although with all of is talk about how superior the Diclonius race was, it didn't take much to imagine.
Then one day he, his brother and his sister were brought to the island by their father. A small white lab that was being built. He had about 2 other people working for him. People he didn't give a damn about. They all knew it. But they did their part well. They were two scientists who were experts in biological theories. The complex was small and but a west wing had started to be planned. However they were here for a special reason.
"Anna will be…superior?" She asked when they went down into the basement which actually opened up into an elaborate underground lake. A large machine set at the very end in the shadow of the room. Anna was undressed and placed on the machine.
"Yes! Anna will be superior!" She said joyfully, sliding into the machine as it whirled and twisted. Tears overcame her face as she disappeared into it. The machine was slowly inserted into the lake. They were told to left and Torino was only glad to do so.
He was told to return a month later. He stood their, uncaring as his father spoke to them. Santon being his usual idiotic self was smiling gleefully. There was rumbling around the area something was emerging. His brother gasped and even he, Torino couldn't help but look. How the change their sister had made. A massive bloated head floating like bayou in the lake. "Father…" Anna said slowly, her voice deepened. "Santon…" her eyes looked at her brother.
"Torino." He gazed into the slits that were her eyes.
"I am superior."
It was a few year later that his father finally finished the first Diclonius Research Institution. Dubbed, Institute Z. His brother while working as a professor at a university near Kamakura town was also a lead scientist in the facility. They found Diclonius on the streets and had them studied. They tortured them, harmed them. He saw no point in this, but at the same it did at least keep the Diclonius under control.
More institutions were built. More Diclonius were found. It grew. He fell out of reach with his father until he found that the economy was coming against him. His father offered him a job as the director of Institution A. With money on the fringe he agreed. It was there that he met the first real Diclonius that wasn't his sister.
She was chained to the wall, her face wet from tears but now she glowered at him hatefully. They were experimenting on her but once ripped one scientist apart, they backed away.
"You humans took everything away from me! You bastards! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
"My God will you shut it!" Torino roared effectively silencing the girl. "Do you know what I hate in this world?" He asked her, his fingers twiddling in the air, before pointing directly at her. "People who fucking bitch about how bad their life is. People who pissed themselves in fear. Lastly, Diclonius'. Congratulations you fit all three priorities, now shut the fuck up!"
She shook where she was, his loud voice echoing in her ears. "You bastard!" She yelled. "I could kill you easily!" She retorted, trying to break free. "Then kill me." He said plainly, actually releasing her bonds with a click of the button. "President!" the staff cried, knowing too well that all hell would break loose now. The girl rushed at him, and before she could wrap her hands around the man's throat and rip his head off, Torino pressed another button.
"Wha-?" She managed to say before her entire body exploded in a shower of blood and body parts. The staff backed away even further. The blood splattered against his shirt. He took it off, wearing nothing but his white pants and gave it to one of the staff members. "Get that cleaned will you?" He said, before going to his office.
The man in the white suit. That's what most of the Diclonius referred to the man who comes through the doors. He is the man they despise, the one who watches them tortured and in some cases kills them himself. He is the most hated human to their species, a man they wish to kill. Decapitate him! Dismember him! Rip out his heart! Tear out his eyes! But for every God forsaken thing the Diclonius could ever know. That man is the most frightening being in their lives. They fear him as much as they hate him. There is no denying it. There is no getting away from the fact of the matter. They would rather be tortured constantly, their lives rendered useless and inert than so much as having to see that man. Never caring, never frightened by their powers. It doesn't matter how brave or strong they were. That man was the definition of supreme terror for them.
Kakuzawa Torino was currently sitting at his office, his personal guard Jericho leaning casually against the wall. It had been a few years since he gained authority in Institute A and for now things were going well enough. Sure there were a few mishaps here and there, most of them settled by his stoic guard. The only one that really gave him trouble was their held Queen, Chiba Celia which quite frankly annoyed the hell out of him. She was God damn lucky she was a Queen because he was more than close to just killing her right now.
He thought about what his father told him long ago. What he constantly reminded him of when he called.
"You are superior, the Diclonius are superior."
Sighing deeply, Torino turned back to the book he was reading, "Molecular Theories." What did he care about the Diclonius? "Father…you are a fool." Torino thought to himself.
Then Lucy escaped.
"Sorry. Let me rephrase that. You are a fucking idiot father."
"I'll be there right away Chief Kurama." Torino said after he had been given the information on the escape. He put down the phone and tapped his desk in anger. Lucy was about as important to him as Celia was. As in, he didn't give a damn about either of them. Her importance to him was nothing short of her ability to be an asset in the evolutionary line of humans. That's all he cared about, its what he majored in. Biological Evolution. If the Diclonius could help him and his race prosper than so be it. That's all that mattered to him. Hell he had never even met Lucy personally, and as far as he cared had no wish to meet her anyways.
He arrived at the Institution Z shaking his head as he saw they hadn't even gotten the blood cleaned up. They were too nice, too caring. There was only one way to deal with Diclonius and that was with stronger more vicious violence then they could dish out themselves.
"Dammit!" His father cursed, looking up from his paper work when his son came in. "Torino, how is your Queen doing?" Of course, don't say hello. Just go right into the basics you damn old man. He eyed his brother in the corner who despite the news seemed a bit smug. As if something was hiding behind that frown.
"Bastard." Torino though. "Yes, she's still in our custody." He said plainly. His father glared at him. "How is the security to your facility? She is the only Queen other than Lucy, she can't escape can she? Make sure everything is tightly secured."
God did the old man yap his mouth a lot. Torino has left Jericho in charge of the facility while he was gone. Celia would not be going anywhere.
"Trust me, while your facility may lack the sufficient defenses, I can promise you that mine does not." Torino said right now not even hiding his annoyance. His attitude didn't go pass Genshuru with ease. "Just make sure to keep an eye out for Lucy."
"Do it yourself."
The air in the room seemed to become unnaturally thin as Torino began to walk away. For his own testament that even he could be patient that he stopped and listened as his father growled back at him. "Who do you think you're talking to Kakuzawa Torino! Remember we are the race of God! The human race must die and do to that we must increase our numbers. The Diclonius are the bane of the humans, we must…"
"My God will you fucking shut the hell up!"
His voice echoed throughout the room and Kakuzawa Genshuru went stone cold silent. Santon looked back and forth between his father and his brother, just as shocked as his father had been. "W-what was that?"
"I don't give a damn about Lucy nor do I give a shit about the Diclonius. I only work in this environment because I get paid to do it and I believe in biological evolutionary advancement. Be that human, Diclonius or above. It's time you started looking passed those damn bumps on your head. You are not God, you will never be God. You are human, an aged, disgruntled old man who I despise to have to call father.
Do me a favor, and stay the fuck out of my life!"
"H-how dare you say that! I am your father!" The old man grumbled, but seemed to be at a lost for words. He ground his teeth, pointed an accusing finger at his son and with walked out of the room leaving Torino and Santon alone in there. Santon fidgeted with his finger, both furious and shocked at his brother's actions.
"What's wrong with you Torino! Don't you listen, don't you understand? We have to kill the humans! These horns represent us!"
"Let me give you some advice…" Torino said softly and menacingly. "Quit your idiotic charade and find a better way of life. You aren't cut out for this no matter how much you want to believe it. I won't say anything about how you let Lucy escape and want to fuck her up though."
"B-but how did…but?"
"Because you are an open book and you basically answered my own question. Let it go Santon. You are chasing a fool's dream. She won't spread her legs for you and rushing at this ill fated life is going to get yourself killed."
Kakuzawa Torino however had to meet one more person before he left. He went down to the basement and stepped out into the lake filled cavern. The room felt heavy, as if there was a sudden gravitation push on him. It was uncomfortable but something he could easily ignore.
"Anna." He said calmly, facing the water. There was a low rumble as a massive head emerged half way out of the water. Their slanted eyes moved down to lock on to the white suited man. "Torino." Anna said with a deep low voice, her veins swelling.
"Tell my dear sister, how does it feel to be a goddess?"
The head thought for a moment, a hand emerged from it and Anna looked at it. "I am…different. But Anna is…superior."
"So you truly believe yourself to be a superior being. A true Diclonius."
"I believe what my father has told me, for I love father very much. If he says that I am superior, then I will follow his wish even though he…is not superior."
"Not superior?" Torino asked.
"He is not a Diclonius, neither is Santon nor you. But you are family, and for that, I will follow father's command."
"Hm. That is all Anna. Enjoy your life, this will be the last we meet like this again."
"…Farewell Kakuzawa Torino."
"…Fare well Kakuzawa Anna."
Torino returned to Institute A alone in his office. Bored and having read all the "Biology books" in his room, he picked up instead a book titled "The Greek Gods and Goddesses." He shrugged, what did he give a damn about the deity. Still, he was bored, and a quick 5 minute read wouldn't hurt anyone.
He sat back against his chair, opened the book and read.
…
It was an hour later when he finally put it back down.
"Sir." A lanky scientist came into the office, his thinning air brown and his face thin and hallowed. "I heard about what happened, at the other facility! What are we going to about that Diclonius, ummm, what was her name? Lucy!" Torino went to his PC instead of answering and turned it on sitting upon his chair and typing a message to Chief Kurama. The scientist cleared his throat, thinking perhaps the president hadn't heard him before. "Sir! What are going to do about Lucy?" He asked again, projecting his voice. Torino still didn't answer him. He looked at him as though he wasn't seeing him in the right light, and looked over to the corner at Jericho wasn't head was bowed and eyes closed. "Sir! President Kakuzawa!"
"I heard you the first time Mr. Erasuka." Torino replied with a much annoyed sigh. "You are standing at a range of about 3 meters from me with absolutely no sound to interfere. I heard every damn word you said."
"But…sir!"
"But what? My silence should have been answer enough. We have far more important issues here right now. Right now 75% of the Diclonius in this facility have undergone a rapid change in their usual calm demeanor and have become much like the Queen herself. Annoying and blood lusted. I cannot allow any of you to let your guard down during such times and no offense…
But. You aren't exactly soldier material."
Mr. Erasuka scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well…" He said, shutting his mouth at once. He could never understand how the president could be so calm while working in a place like this. He was scared shitless of the Diclonius and hated going with a set of 500 meters near them. He cleared his throat, tried to toughen himself up which his thin sallow body didn't help at all and spoke with a voice completely etched with concern. "Please sir! We should…"
"Jericho." Torino said with a tone boiling with impatience. "If Mr. Erasuka says one more thing that holds no importance to me."
"B-but?"
The grey coated man reached into his pocket and pulled out his .45 magnum. Mr. Erasuka left the room immediately. Sighing deeply, Torino read his message on the computer screen.
To Chief Kurama
I have gotten the new recently that your Queen, Elfenliar Lucy escaped from Institute Z. I am too busy with my work to be of use in finding her and to be blunt, I don't care about her. Chiba Celia, the second Queen is still in our custody. I have no more response to my father's actions, its high time he started realizing his mistakes. Don't make the same kind of mistakes Kurama.
And.
I look forward to seeing your daughter.
"Sir!"
"What now!" Torino roared, annoyed now as Mr. Erasuka came in. "No wait, sir…I've got some news!" He stammered, his eyes flickering over to Jericho's raised pistol. "It's your brother…"
"Santon?" Torino asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously. What in the world did that bastard do now? "He…he's been killed. They found his decapitated body at the university he worked at."
Kakuzawa Santon was dead? That fool didn't listen and look what happened. He got himself killed, pathetically also and Torino was sure what had happened. He had been a fool and tried to take manners into his own hands, but instead a different kind of hands had reached him first. "Foolish man." He grumbled through his half parted lips. "You were just too self centered to listen what I had to say, and look what happened? Why is that every damn had to be such a fucking idiot!"
"They say it was Lucy!"
"I know damn well who did it." Torino said, his voice vicious. "Go."
Mr. Erasuka knew enough now to actually go away without speaking again. Frankly, he was lucky to even be alive after delivering that news.
True to his word, Torino did not visit his father nor had anything to do with him. That did not mean however that he had no business at Institute Z. He stood in the monitor room, seated in small chair with a microphone and speaker near him. Shirakwa and Kurama stood on opposite ends of the room, their faces impassive although somewhat timid as well. They seemed to take momentary glances from Torino, to Jericho who stood as usual next to him and then out the window. The room outside was dark, lit only by four spare lights at each corner of the room and one large light that dangled above what appeared to be a massive cylindrical machine.
Jericho would have been the only one who could see the many arms that dangled around. He found the headphones, and placed them on his head, blocking out all noise except those of static and what appeared to be heavy breathing. He pressed a switch which removed all white noise in the background and with one deep breath, he began to talk.
"Hello, Kurama Marikio." He said plainly, talking confidently and without a sign of worry in his voice. He sounded as if he was having a normal conversation. For some moment no answer came, he patiently waited. He heard sounds in the back, a groan. "Who are you." The voice was soft, young but the darkness hidden behind it did not fool Torino.
"My name is Kakuzawa Torino. I am the head of Institute A come here to talk to you about a few issues involving Diclonius. You are going to answer a few questions for me."
"Make me! I don't have to answer anything to you!" The voice was cold and wicked. Through the headphones he heard a small chuckle. "You're right, since you are not part of my facility. I have no demand over you but…"
He gave a quick click of his tongue and took a sip of water.
"I can leave in which you will head to the experimentation hall for further study. Would you rather have a polite conversation with me, devoid of pain, or would you rather have iron balls thrown at your face?"
"…What do you want?" Mariko said briskly, her voice losing its sadistic demeanor.
"First thing. Explain in detail your vectors. What do they feel like, what do they look like to you. How do you feel about them?"
"What kind of questions are those?"
"Just answer them."
"Hm. My arms, they…well. They're like arms, long arms that I can control. I can't feel them, but…its like there's something in my brain pushing softly. They're smoky looking, and well…"
Although he couldn't see it. Torino knew that the small girl was smiling.
"I think they're great! It's fun killing people with them! I love it!"
"I really don't care what you enjoy. Now answer me this. "Do you want to kill me?" "You're stupid." The demented reply came. "You should come here, then I could really tear you apart! I didn't deserve this harsh life, and I swear I'll kill you all one day!"
"Is that so? Is someone telling you to kill me?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" Her voice sounded worried and confused. She had lost her confidence for that moment, Kurama Mariko felt the tinge of fear that every other Diclonius who had met Torino before felt. She swallowed, trying to collect her cool again.
"You wouldn't know this and being so young probably wouldn't understand this. I will explain it as best as I can. At Institute A, we study the brain wave properties of the Diclonius. In short, we study your mind. We have made observations that there seems to be a "budge" if you will in the pineal gland. The pineal gland is what allows you to use vectors. Do you feel anything there?"
"…A Voice."
…"Keep talking." Torino said softly, his voice so low that nobody else in the room could hear him.
"…I-I hear a voice. A voice telling me to kill you all. But…all the horrible things you did to me. I'll kill you anyways."
"…That is all 35. I will be leaving now."
"Why don't you come in here then. Talk to me face to face human!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
He turned off the microphone and speaker and removed the headphones. "What did she tell you?" Shirakwa asked. Torino got up, brushed himself off, and said plainly. "It doesn't matter."
Diclonius. He hated them and yet…somewhere in the deep recess of his thoughts he wasn't sure. For as long as he had lived he had always been referred to as a superior being by his father. A thought that he head deemed to be utter bullshit. He had always thought himself important but not in the sense that he was better than everyone else. Yet now he wasn't so sure. Importance, that was the point of it all. He began to feel…unimportant.
The alarm exploded in his ears, cutting his thoughts off and he slowly rose form his desk and went outside. He could hear gunshots firing somewhere. One of the Diclonius had escaped, nothing new but very annoying. Along with Jericho he went to deal with the problem.
It was 41. Judging from the scene Torino assumed that three soldiers had already been killed. Useless men, the only one worth anything was Jericho. The 14 year girl stood as smugly as she possibly could have, confidence brimming through her red eyes. "Well…the man in the white suit." The Diclonius chuckled stepping forward. Torino didn't seem to be worried, he merely stood with his hands in his pockets as Jericho stepped to his side.
"I'm going to kill you."
"No you won't." Torino replied, his facial expression calm and collect. The Diclonius picked a pen off the ground with Her vector. Her dark smirk growing even wider. "Enjoy your pain." The vector chucked the pen at an incredible velocity. Speed fast enough so that the pen would definitely pierce through his skull. There was a flash as Jericho's hand sped out and caught the pen before it could reach the white suited man. With a casual flick he threw the pen behind him.
"41." Torino's voice was low and cold. He pulled a remote from his suit and pressed the button. The surge ran through the Diclonius' body, the tormenting agony forcing the vectors inert and leaving the Diclonius sweating profusely. She cursed and looked up surprised to see Torino standing above her. She tried to get her vectors out but even now they wouldn't appear. She growled in frustration then choked in pain as Torino's hand wrapped around her throat, lifted and then threw her against the wall. Holding her by her neck, his other hand formed a fist and slammed it into her gut.
She dropped like a rag doll, choking and holding her stomach. It had been a hard hit and it had sent her reeling. She felt another surge of electricity and she found herself vomiting on the ground. She felt some cold hands wrap around her face and lift her up, Torino's face right in front of her.
She starred at him definitely, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Kill me then bastard." At this Torino's eyes actually widened. "Hm?" he mumbled, looking at her. "What was that Diclonius?" "Just kill me then! If I'm not use then I'd rather be dead than have anything to do with you!"
"…hmmm. Is that so, 41."
"Yes! I only wish I could kill you myself." She felt another surge rush through her. "Everything you did to us, you'll be killed! Our Queen will kill you!"
"Chiba Celia you mean?"
"That's right." She said softly, actually smiling now. "You aren't important! You are nothing!"
With a clear cry of rage, Torino slammed his fist into her face, effectively knocking her unconscious. She slumped to the ground and Torino jerked around and walked away. He went to his office, anger swelling inside of him as he slammed his office door. He paced the floor, his hands balled into fists. He took a sigh, trying to collect his thoughts. He turned to his bookshelf and pulled out a book entitled "Evolutionary Bios of the 21st Century."
"You aren't important! You are nothing."
He was seething/
Two days later as 41 was being tested, Torino came into the room. She actually smiled at him even as she was being pummeled by the iron balls. A blood mess that was smiling right at him. His frowning expression did not change until she spoke. "It doesn't matter what you do to me. You'll never be important. Never."
That did it. He went to the machine and turned it up to full throttle. She still smiled, even as the ball rushed at her at top speed. She continued to smirk even when her brains exploded out of the back of her head. "You bitch." Torino growled, walking away from the room and the shocked staff.
He went back to his office, alone now and started to type up a page that involved evolution with Creationism. It wasn't an argument, it was a comparison. Superiority, now…it was then that he realized it. All that denied struck him as the biggest bullshit lie he had ever heard.
He wanted to be superior.
He would be important.
"You are superior, a horned being destined to overcome the human race. You are a Diclonius, a being far beyond the normal humans." No matter how his father phrased it, it always ended up meaning the same thing. He, Kakuzawa Torino was better than everyone else. Every time he heard his father speak to him like that, he wanted to crush him. He hated his father for this reason, the damn bastard who didn't look passed the two God forsaken bumps on his forehead. There were however one thing that the white suited man wanted, to be important. His fist still shook from that Diclonius who said the unspeakable to him.
"You aren't important! You are nothing!" It shook his soul, his very being and shattered him. Was he important? Of course he was, he had to be.
Right?
Suddenly he didn't feel so good. His head hurt and his thoughts rummaged through his brain. He suddenly felt a feeling that he feared, a loathsome idea he detested. He suddenly felt that perhaps he was…unimportant. He sighed deeply, covering his face with his hand and thought deeply. She was just a Diclonius, what the hell did she know about him? Yet somehow he couldn't get rid of the words she said to him. Plain and simple. "You aren't important." Damn her! Damn every single one of them. He didn't go through this crap everyday for nothing. He didn't stand around listen to the bullshits of every goddamn person fucked up for nothing.
Importance.
He thought about his sister, Kakuzawa Anna. Perhaps the only Diclonius and family member he had any sort of respect towards now. She believed that she had become superior. At first he thought this was nothing but a bullshit remark made by someone just eager to please their own father. Now he wasn't so sure about that, maybe she was superior. Maybe she had made herself important. He ground his teeth, his fury boiling over. The phone rang and it had to be a testament to his own emotions that he didn't yell into the receiver especially considering who called.
"Torino."
The white suited man narrowed his eyes. It was his father. He was pretty sure he had told the old man to "Stay the fuck out of his life." He was fairly certain that included phone calls as well. "What do you want Genshuru?" He said, no longer calling him father but instead using his first name.
"I want to show you something, something you gave up and will never have again."
He hung up.
Was he mocking him now? Of course he was, his words displayed that well enough. Very well then, he would see the kind of superiority his father was talking about.
Director Kakuzawa sat on the tombs that laid around the lake. Torino stepped in, business like although his facial expression was nothing less than disgust for the man he was looking at. God did he hate that old man with a passion. Fucking bastard. "I hope you didn't call me over just to gloat." He said, looking around the area. There was no other sounds except for the whirs of the machines in the upper story and the low bubbling of the lake where Anna resided.
"I want you to meet someone.," Director Kakuzawa said, and out walked a small boy of about 5 years old. He had short, but thick hair and what Torino was certain was two white bumps on his head. A small device was in place on his forehead. "So what." He said. "A male siplitet, rare as they might be they are not an enigma." Torino said, feeling this was a waste of his time, as he had thought before.
"No. Look closely, this is the being who will continue God's race. He is not a siplitet, he is a pure male Diclonius. A King if you will."
Torino narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at old man?"
"He is the only known pure male Diclonius, think what would happen if he had sex with Lucy when he grows up. Or the Queen in your facility? The race of God will truly be complete. I will stand upon that throne, the creator of everything!"
"You really do like to talk don't you old man." Torino growled, shaking his head in disappointment. "Even now you still spew out this utter bullshit to me. When will you realize that I don't care at all? Whether it's the humans or Diclonius I don't give a damn which. Get this through that fucking horned head of yours, I…do…not…care."
"Yes. I realized that long ago. Look at him closely though. His name is Franco.
…Kakuzawa Franco. Much unlike you he is superior. A superior Diclonius. But you know what, not only is he superior to you in every way. He is also vastly more important."
"What did you say? Bastard." He hissed his hazelnut eyes shaking uncontrollably. It didn't help him when his father actually began to smirk at him. "That's right, you are related to the pure male Diclonius. The offspring of myself and Lucy's mother. He is the half brother of Lucy Elfenliar. Which makes you also related to the Queen of the Diclonius. Yet you gave that all up when you decided to not give a damn. Hehehehe. How does it feel son? How does it feel to know that you are no longer important."
"Screw you old man! Did you come to just mock me?" Torino roared.
"No. Although I think you're finally understanding your place. But I am a kid God, if you embrace your Diclonius heritage and kill the humans you will be superior. You will be important. You already wish to have the Diclonius achieve salvation, why don't you just return to us? You can be important again."
Torino paused, looking at the ground, his fingers twiddling absentmindedly. Important, it was truly what he wanted to be. The horns on his head, the Diclonius, he wanted to be important. He wanted to be so damn important to this world, it was what he dreamed. He turned to his father and the old man could help but gasp when his own son stuck his own middle finger right in his face.
"Fuck you old man! You call yourself a God, you are a hopeless mess who I'm surprised has lived this long. I will be important and you…well good luck."
He walked briskly away, his mind shattered, his ego tested and destroyed.
Kakuzawa Torino believed his father now. He tried to deny it but he couldn't. He wanted to be important, he wanted to be superior. He wanted, despite all his protests, to be a god. He found the paper works, he took them in. The paperwork that told of the goddess' creation. Anna's superiority. This would be his last option, his last resort.
He would have to get Celia impregnated and he would do it himself. He took no desire in this and in fact hated the thought of having to even touch her. He was not a sexually driven man like his father, but he did want what he thought was best and the Diclonius just ended up being at the top. He found more information
More…
More…
"What I want beyond anything else is to be important. Superiority! I will go beyond that!"
He typed on his computer, looking over the papers. He went into the restricted files on the computer, and made some startling new finds. He changed some equations, thinking of what would go best. It was a taxing experience and it was a good hour after midnight before he decided to finally rest. He looked over his work and before he left created a document called "Greek gods and goddesses."
Later the next day he returned back to work. He finished up the worksheet he had been doing on the Greek gods. He was finally interested in this whole theological issue and he continued to work on his formulas. It was plan B, the last option on his list. After another month of working, he finally completed the formula.
"This is what you want?" Jericho asked when he read it. "Sacrifice 250 Diclonius to obtain the powers of a god?"
"It is the last resort that I will make if all else fails. Will you help me out?" Jericho's answer of no did not surprise Torino at all. "I understand." He said finally, returning back to his PC. It was truly the last option, his very last resort. He took the file…and placed it in the folder…and then turned the PC off.
He sat at his desk as he looked at the T.V. which showed the news. He had recently gotten a call that his father had been killed as well as Franco. So much for the King and God of Diclonius'. He had died pathetically, just as he know he had. A major accident had happened in Institute Z, and the entire facility had more or less been destroyed. No doubt caused by Lucy herself. He had not interest in her. He didn't care when he received another call that Lucy had been spotted on a lighthouse, he didn't care that the news showed the lighthouse exploding and vanishing in the smoke. He didn't care at all except for one thing. There was only one queen left and there wasn't any known pure male Diclonius still alive. He rubbed his hands through his hair, feeling the bumps.
How much longer would he wait?
A few years later
It was to be a brief visit to Institute R to make a checkup on the studies the scientists had made there. He had visited the more dangerous Diclonius there and was currently talking to the head scientist Professor Von Isshus in the backroom. Jericho, his guard, was in the back listening intently to the conversation. It was usual business, something he planned to finish in about an hour tops. At this moment they were discussing the similarities between the Diclonius' horns and there vectors. He cell phone rang, it probably wasn't important. It rang again, he still ignored it…they could leave a message if it was that important. After it finished ringing he continued to talk to Mr. Isshus about the study between the horns and vectors
He left the room and looked up at his messages. He had one. The voice behind it sounded worried.
"P-president Kakuzawa. This is bad…my God this is bad! Gensuke, he's been killed. My God! Dear fucking God! I can't believe this! Fucking God this is horrible. Celia…she…
She escaped! She killed them and she's escaped! Fucking God there's so much blood! Shit! Shit!" The message ended. Torino dropped the Cell phone which shattered onto the hard ground below. It was impossible to tell if he was even breathing. Jericho knew something was wrong, Torino wasn't just mad right now, he was beyond words. He almost looked to be going through some sort of fit.
He must have heard it wrong. Sure the majority of the people working at the facility were idiots but they couldn't possibly have been so negligent as to let one girl, the queen herself escape right? It had to be a very sick joke. He hated jokes but damn all if this wasn't one right now.
Celia had not escaped. She was the most important aspect of the whole deal. She was the last known living Queen Diclonius. Damn fools! How could they have made such a terrible mistake like this? He returned back to the facility and sent Jericho out to find her. When he returned empty handed, a first for him, Torino wasn't sure what to do. Superiority, that's all it was coming down towards. Whoever the best was, and right now the Diclonius were winning. He would never lose but to give up and go to Plan B. He could take it. He denied all that his father told him, but could it really be true?
The power of a god? To someone else it would have been the greatest gift of all. Torino, thought it was an insult. But now…what did it matter.
He found 64 later on, and ordered her to find Celia. He sent another team of Diclonius to look for a pure male Diclonius. It was then that he went to the old ruins of Institute Z. He ordered some soldiers in there, took in some scientists. This would be the place, the place of perfection of godhood. They would never find a pure male Diclonius and even if they did, how long would he wait? He wouldn't, he decided now that this was what he wanted. He was sick of this war, egos against egos. He would go beyond this fruitless egoistical war. He mixed the formula in the lake and then the Diclonius came. He killed each one, and had their organs opened and thrown with the rest of their body into the mixture. The spoils of his actions twisting around. He killed more, inserting them into the lake of pain, agony and godliness.
250 scarifies were made. Could he possibly do this? Did he really want to go through with this? Could he possibly become that which he hated?
He sat behind the desk, his eyes closed. For as long as he could remember, he never saw his horns as something made form God. He never saw Diclonius as superior beings, merely beings that would help the human race itself prosper. He was one person and everyone else was another. He hated humans. He hated Diclonius. Now he knew that he couldn't pick one side, but he would be a third side altogether.
Kakuzawa Genshuru.
Kakuzawa Santon.
Kakuzawa Anna
Kakuzawa Franco
Kurama Marikio
7
64
Elfenliar Lucy
Jericho
Chiba Celia.
His mind would remember them. Most of them his hated enemies, one his most respected guard. His insidious father. His idiotic brother. His sister, her godhood finally coming over him. Mariko, 7, 64, they were nothing but the mere figures in the equation that were to be wiped out.
There was only one left. Chiba Celia.
She arrived as he knew she would. He sat in front of the desks, the oily compound spitting up slowly behind him. She had brought friends, good. She would learn just what it was to fear the man and then fear the god. But he was not yet beyond salvation yet. He would give her the chance. The chance to save herself and quite possibly himself from total damnation. He offered the choice to have sex with him to help the Diclonius prosper. He knew well before he had even spoken she would disagree. However, he had made a choice. Just as Jericho had always believed in. Choices.
He walked to the edge of the lake.
"What am I now?" Kakuzawa Torino thought, glaring at the pink haired girl. "I have made my choice now. I will never lose, I will never give up and I will never surrender. I will always fight, I will always continue even if I have to give up my soul to do so. For I hate everything that goes against me. Everything that is beyond me I hate, everything that is below me I detest. Am I the embodiment of hate? No. I have not yet fallen so low there, but I will fall. I will fall into this mixture and become a god!
Isn't that what you told me…dear father? That we are the kin of God? You were wrong still. For we are not gods, the humans are not gods, Diclonius' are not gods. I…will be a god. I will no longer accept this notion of egos, this bastardization of evolution.
Let's see…what kind f power God truly possesses."
He felt backwards, and landed into the murky depths of the concoction.
What was he now, as he floated in the murk? His body, slowly changing. He could feel it happening, the transformation. It didn't hurt at all, in fact it was quite pleasant. He felt heavier, and lifted a hand. It was his own but he felt something beyond it as well. He felt strength, the power of the vectors coursing through his body. He could see, but he was not just seeing the present. It was like many images, some clearer than others that crossed his mind. He realized, in his own shock and joy that he was seeing the future. The possibilities and the clearer the images, the better that chance was of happening. He looked beyond the murk, his vision was clear. He could hear moaning, inside of him. He could hear voices.
"Kill…"
They said different things, but that's what it all ended up being. He drowned them out in his own thoughts. His body was different, he could feel the multiple appendages exploding out of his swollen head. His could feel everything changing around him. He didn't care what he looked like, he had achieved the power of a god. He had to admit, it felt pretty damn good.
He looked up at the surface, his mind wondering. He sent a massive arm up, letting it crash through the earth and grabbed one of the Diclonius and brought him down. He looked at him in the purest of terror. His vectors had no effect on his body what so ever. He was nothing. He crushed his spine. He attacked again, pulling out each Diclonius and making them suffer. They could do nothing but hope for a quick death now. Some he did, other's he just let drown in the water slowly. He killed all but one. The last one, the Queen herself.
She would now see, what a god looked like.
He threw three arms out, grabbing the edge, he pulled himself upwards, the water rushing beyond his head. He pulled himself upwards, his massive distorted body over hanging the area like a skyscraper. He towered over the young Queen, his narrow eyes looking down at her. She was shocked, of course she was, even he was impressed by his own form.
They fought.
Or to say the least he destroyed her. His form beyond anything she could ever hope to imagine. It wasn't a fight, it was a complete and utter beat down in his favor. Her vectors were like thin nails against his skin, they tickled. She could do no lasting damage to him. He swatted her around like a fly, enjoying his advantage over her. His mass and power obliterated her spirit as well as her body.
He was enjoying it. He was loving this superiority! He was a god! He threw her against the ground, he pummeled her. It was glorious, so this was the power of a god? His thoughts raced through his head, any move she made he was able to counter himself although his own endurance and mass made it more or less unneeded. She could not hurt him. He got tired of playing with her, it was time to kill her.
He roared in in pure outrage and surprise as his arm, splattering blood through the air, came off. "What the hell?" He thought, looking down at what should have been his enemy, crushed and destroyed. The dust was swarming around her no doubt because of her vectors. Yet, the dust cloud was huge as if the vectors were…over 20 meters in length. Her horns had grown and her eyes…pitch less black eyes.
He threw his arm down, and yelled as it too was ripped apart. How? How was this possible! How could she be doing this to him! Fucking damn her! He found himself losing, his arms being ripped apart. He grew enraged, he threw everything at her. He put his entire mass against her, hoping to crush her into oblivion. His eyes narrowed happily as she struggled against his weight. He glorified as she suffered and fell to one knee, her certain death just moments away.
…And then he felt a small tinge of pain that erupted into fool blown agony from the base of his nose up the top of his head and then down the side of his neck. He fell backwards, his vision dimming. The futures dimming, becoming less pronounced. He looked for one, he searched for one. His head hurt, agonized and bleeding. His thoughts drifted as his vision did. He had it all…and now…was this it?
He sunk into the water's edge, sinking into the abyss. What a hellish way to go, a god? What a laugh. How stupid his father had been. How stupid he, Kakuzawa Torino had been.
He had given up everything for this…and he knew he was dying.
Falling…
Dropping….
Disappearing….
He felt his body, whatever that would be, hit the sandy bottom of the lake. His heartbeat was still going…but that wouldn't last long. He was blind, his eyes punctured out…he was gone.
What a fucking way to go.
What a damn fucking way to be ended.
Gods? They were nothing but myths…just like him. He had lost his importance to the world. He truly was…
…nothing.