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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
I promised you a chapter before Christmas, so I
give you a chapter before Christmas!
I actually don�t have all that much to say before
this chapter, just an invitation.
If anyone�s interested in a long-term Hikaru no Go
role-play over Livejournal, come over to www.livejournal.com/community/thepathwewalk
So far, only Touya Akira�s been claimed (by me!)
and... yeah. Touya�s birthday is coming up, December 14^th. Please
don�t make him be all alone when he turns 16!

Traits:
C#: Clone, and then the number of the clone

H: Human (indicates half-Bionic, as half-Bionics genetically have all
traits of their parents (but may not show them all))

F/M: Female/Male

A: Connective (Augmentation/Amplification � boosts strengths of
others)

C: Calculating (really really smart)

F: Flexibility (agile and bendy)

L: Linguistic (good with languages)

M: Morphable (able to manipulate self/environment)

P: Psychic (supernatural or mental abilities)

Q: Speed (Quick � 50 mph for pure Bionics)

R: Regenerative (Fast healing)

S: Strength (physical strength without bulky muscles)

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Bionic � Escape

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Getting into the compound was easy now, now that Mitani knew
the way. There was a scraggly tree just close enough to the outer wall. If he
climbed to the top, it was just a quick jump to the wall, then a flip to get
over the barbed wire. If he flattened himself against the edge of the giant
dome building, he could creep around without going too far into the bright
lights that flooded the compound. There was one section of the dome that was
pressed against another building and thus shadowed. This was what Mitani
climbed, hopping over to the other building and climbing a drainpipe hand over
hand to reach the roof. Once on top, it was a simple matter for him to duck
and run through the maze of pipes, occasionally jumping over to another
building. Finally, Mitani hooked his legs over a horizontal pipe and let
himself hang down, peering through a barred window.

The compound had been the last place in this section of Tokyo that Mitani had looked for Kaga in. He had been a bit afraid of what security might
be in place, no matter how logical it was to think Kaga was being held within.
This was a high-profile government science facility, after all, it had to
have some sort of defenses. However, to Mitani�s delight, the only security
measure he really had to worry about was the bright lights. As he had told
Kaga already, the place was full of pipes and bars. Mitani would have enjoyed
climbing around if he wasn�t so worried about getting caught.

It had taken Mitani a week of searching the compound alone
to find Kaga�s cell. He still didn�t know what was in about three-fourths of
the place, including the large dome that dominated the site.

Now, however, hanging from his pipe, Mitani could make out
several figures in Kaga�s cell. Several men. They had Kaga on the ground,
between them. Kaga�s shirt was pushed up... he had a dazed expression on his
face... one of the men had a taser (that would explain the expression and lack
of a struggle on Kaga�s part)... another was between Kaga�s legs... he was...
they were...

Mitani�s eyes were wide as he watched, horrified, as the men
gang-raped Kaga, beating the boy back into submission every time he started to
stir. There was nothing he could do, however, no way to get inside and help
Kaga. And even if he did find a way in, what could he do? What could he
possibly do to a group of armed men, men who were able to subdue Kaga,
the strongest person he knew? Mitani bit the side of his hand to stay quiet.
There was no glass in the barred window. Kaga would be very upset if Mitani
got caught by being noisy while he was being nosy... and Mitani didn�t want to
be subjected to this treatment any more than he wanted Kaga in there.

A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye caught
Mitani�s attention. He turned his head slightly, wondering if it was a guard
on rounds other than the ones Mitani had memorized, and saw Isumi and Ashiwara,
holding hands and sprinting toward one of the big cement prison buildings.
Mitani winced, expecting them to crash into the wall with the speed they were
going, but much to his surprise, the pair ran through the wall.

Mitani rubbed his eyes � he couldn�t have just seen
that. People don�t run through walls, they run into them.

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But Isumi and Ashiwara had run through the wall.
They were following Kurata�s instructions, or, rather, Isumi was. Ashiwara was
just letting Isumi lead him. The younger knew more about �smooshing� through
solids (Kurata�s word) than Ashiwara did. Ashiwara was only there so Isumi
could smoosh Waya out.

This way. Ashiwara heard Isumi�s words not through
his ears, but through his body, through the subtle vibrations of the cement
surrounding him. He felt a tug on his hand and began to walk, trusting Isumi
to lead him through the cool press of stone around them. We need to climb
now.

Climb? Ashiwara felt Isumi tugging his hand upward,
but he couldn�t see how Isumi was managing to climb. All he could see was grey
stone, stone which felt solid and heavy until he tried to move through it,
which was when it would part around him as smoothly as water. I can�t!

Isumi paused, giving Ashiwara�s hand one last tug. Lift
your leg like climbing a stair, and then imagine the cement being solid
underneath. Just keep thinking of it as solid, and it will support you.

O-okay... Ashiwara lifted his foot and closed his
eyes as he shifted his weight, imagining the cement to be solid. To his
surprise, his foot didn�t sink through the cement as it had before. Isumi!
It didn�t give! No sooner had he reported his success to Isumi then the
�step� gave way and Ashiwara fell forward. Isumi�s grip on his hand kept him
vaguely upright.

Don�t think about it giving, Isumi said. Just
keep thinking, �I�m standing on a step, and there�s another one above.� That
works best for me.

Ashiwara nodded, running the phrase through his mind, and
began to climb. A couple times, he lost his concentration and dangled in the
cement, held up only by Isumi�s firm grip. The higher they climbed, however,
the more confident Ashiwara became. By the fifth floor, Ashiwara was no longer
falling.

This is it, Isumi said. Waya should be on the other
side of this wall.

Ashiwara squeezed Isumi�s hand reassuringly. I�m sure he
is.

Isumi took a deep breath, somehow managing to not inhale
stone, and stepped through the wall. Ashiwara silently followed.

�Waya!� Isumi released Ashiwara�s hand crossed the cell,
seeing the small figure curled up in a corner, trying to hide between the wall
and toilet. �Waya!� Isumi dropped to his knees and reached out for the boy.

Waya whimpered and pulled away, ducking his head behind his
knees and bringing his arms up protectively.

�Waya...� Isumi pulled his hands back, looking hurt.
Ashiwara hung back, watching from a distance.

Waya began to rock back and forth, curled in the corner.
His quiet sobs were the only sounds in the cell.

Isumi bit his lip, watching Waya suffering. He knew this
was Waya, his Waya, the same way he had known Le Ping was not. He just didn�t
know how to help him. �Waya...� He reached out, hesitantly putting his hand
on Waya�s head, threading his fingers through filthy brown hair. �I love
you.� He could think of nothing better to say.

There probably wasn�t anything better to say. Waya lifted
his head at Isumi�s quiet declaration, his gold eyes unfocused and lost.
�I-Isumi-san?� He slowly began uncurling, reaching out for the older boy.
�Isumi!� His voice was thin and desperate, his fingers clutching. He needed
Isumi, needed him now.

Isumi caught Waya�s hands and drew him close, cradling him
against this chest. �I�m here, Waya. I�m here.� Waya fit nicely into his
arms. Le Ping was too small. Waya, though, was the right size, even now, when
he was scrawnier than ever (except for his stomach, which seemed abnormally
distended).

�Isumi,� Ashiwara stepped forward now, watching as Waya
curled against Isumi. �We need to go-�

�No!� Waya shouted at Ashiwara�s words, clinging to Isumi�s
shirt. �No, no, no! No! You can�t leave me!�

�Waya! Waya, shh, it�s okay!� Isumi hugged Waya, trying to
muffle his cries. �We�re not going to leave you. We�re taking you with us.�

�But now we really have to go.� Ashiwara was listening at
the door. �I think people are coming...�

�Come on.� Isumi got to his feet, holding Waya in his
arms. The boy was light, and he curled around Isumi, making it easier to hold
him. �Ashiwara, hold my arm and don�t let go.�

�How do we get down?� Ashiwara gripped Isumi�s elbow,
following him to the wall.

�Just let yourself sink. Slowly.� Isumi stepped into the
cement. Waya made a squeak of surprise as the wall opened to welcome them in.

As Ashiwara followed, the cell door was flung open. �Shit!
They�re morphable!�

�Shoot them!�

Ashiwara felted the odd sensation of bullets rippling through
his chest, without damaging it, much like how he was walking through the
wall.

�No!� a woman screeched.

Ashiwara turned, seeing two blonds dressed in long white lab
coats entering behind the guards. As the woman ran at him, his eyes met the
icy blue of the man�s. Then Isumi caught his foot around Ashiwara�s leg and
tugged him fully into the wall.

This time, smooshing felt different. The walls were
vibrating around Ashiwara. It took him a moment to realize the motion was
caused by Waya�s whimpers, continuous and quiet.

We�re safe in here, Isumi said, hugging Waya close. Safer
if we sink. They�re not going to tear their building apart just for us.

Are you sure? Ashiwara asked. Isumi remained quiet.

No. These walls do not offer much safe shelter for the
Children. A new voice had wrapped around them, deep and booming, like a
hammer against an anvil. But I shall help you find safety, outside of these
walls.

Isumi had tensed at the new voice. He didn�t know there was
anyone else in the world capable of smooshing. Who are you? Waya, in
his arms, had stopped whimpering, but he trembled.

I am MMPS of the Seventh Batch. Isumi got the
distinct feeling that the stranger, MMPS, had bowed. I offer greetings to
you, Children of the First Batch.

Greetings to you too. Ashiwara was the first to
remember his manners. May I ask what you are? He couldn�t see
the new speaker, and it worried him. And what is a Child of the First
Batch?

I regret that we have no time to delve into the history
of our kind. May it suffice for you to know that you are Bionic, as am I, and
therefore we are Superior. The capital S bounced against them, clearly
tangible in the stone. Now come. Allow me to lead you to the outside
world, where you may find safety beside your companions.

Why? Isumi asked. Why help us? So far,
everyone the orphans had met who had shown interest in them were attempting to
hurt or capture them. What made MMPS any different?

Mitsuko, of the First Batch, instructed us to aid the Golden-Eyed
Child of Aya of the First Batch in whatever ways we could. I myself had
believed my own assistance would be dreadfully little, as I was confined to a
solitary cell, deep within the bowels of the Biodome and lined in heavy lead,
but yet it would seem I have been chosen by those who watch over us to be the
assistant to the Children.

In Isumi�s arms, Waya sat up a little more. Mitsuko � now
there was a name he remembered! The kind woman in the wheelchair, Hikaru�s
mother. She hadn�t left him completely alone, after all... she had sent
this Bionic to help them. Isumi-san... he�s nice...

Are you sure? Ashiwara moved closer, now pressed
against Isumi�s back. He didn�t know where the stranger was, and didn�t want
to be alone if they were attacked.

Waya nodded a bit, which Isumi felt against his chest, even
if he couldn�t see. All right. MMPS... we will follow you.

This way, then. Allow me to lead you to safety. A
cool hand closed around Isumi�s wrist, the fingers like ice, the palm only
slightly warmer. Waya leaned away from the cold but made no sound of protest
as the hand, presumably MMPS�, tugged Isumi gently, guiding him. You will
need to sink lower.

We�re on the ground already.

Through the ground. If you show your faces out there
now, they will shoot you. Through the ground, and up through the wall on the
other side. That is where your companions lurk. So I have been told.

Are you coming with us? Ashiwara was hurrying to
keep up with them, to make sure his connection with Isumi wasn�t broken. If he
let go of Isumi, then he�d lose his ability to walk through walls. He�d be
trapped here, if he wasn�t killed immediately. And Waya too � Waya could only
move through the wall so long as Ashiwara was touching Isumi. His life was in
Ashiwara�s hands as well.

No. I will cause a distraction. Perhaps I can help the
other Child be freed.

Other Child?

There is another of your kind in this facility. I do not
know which one, as I have yet to meet him, and likely will never receive that
opportunity. I have only heard rumors, the whispers of the ghosts that can
pass through my leaden chamber with no injury. Two Children were being held in
this place. One Child I am helping to free. More still seem to live beyond
the walls. Perhaps our freedom will soon be at hand.

What? Ghosts?

No time to explain! Up, go up, you�re out of these
walls. My duty remains, I cannot yet leave this place. Go! I will bear the
news of your safe departure back to my brethren. Perhaps we shall meet again,
Child of Aya, Children.

Isumi. I am Isumi. Waya is the Child of Aya, or so
Isumi assumed, and Ashiwara is our friend.

I am also known as Akito, Brother of Ryoko of the First
Batch. The sensation of being bowed to rippled around the three again. Farewell,
Isumi-sama, Waya-sama, and Ashiwara-sama. Live free. The cement pulsed
slightly as Akito moved past the three, retreating back into the compound.
Ashiwara thought he saw Akito for a moment, with long grey hair and very
familiar grey eyes, before the Bionic was gone.

I-Isumi?

We climb now, I guess. Waya, you okay?

Waya nodded again, readjusting his hold on Isumi�s neck. Just
scared, he whispered.

We all are, Ashiwara reassured him. We all are.

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When all the commotion started up, guards running around and
bright lights switching on, Mitani had decided he needed to make a break for
it. He couldn�t help Kaga if he himself was trapped. He had made it to the
rooftop before someone spotted him. �Look! Up there! It�s them!�

Mitani wasn�t quite sure who the �them� was that everyone
was shouting about, but he knew it wasn�t him � he was very careful to not set
anything off. It couldn�t have been Ashiwara and Isumi either, because they
hadn�t been here running through walls. The idea was preposterous.

It didn�t matter who �them� was though. Mitani was in a bit
of trouble, being assumed to be them.

But only a bit.

As he had pointed out to Kaga earlier, the place was a giant
jungle gym. Running, jumping, twisting... no one could catch him. Some tried
to grab him by hand. They had fallen. Some had fallen very far. Others had
tried to shoot at him. Several pipes were leaking now, or had hot air or
gasses streaming out of them. Mitani himself was unharmed, aside from a slight
headache that came from hanging upside for a long period of time.

Mitani knew he had to get across the wall if he wanted to
survive. How he was going to reach it, however, he didn�t know. There was an
empty stretch of land between the buildings and the wall, no place for him to
hide if he were shot at.

�Friends! Come, follow me, for I have cornered the escaping
Children!�

A deep voice rang out over the throngs of guards,
accompanied by shouts and cries of �Watch where you swing that!�

Mitani didn�t even glance back to see what it was. It was a
distraction. He�d get no better chance. He broke cover and ran as fast as he
could toward the wall, leaping at it. He hissed as his fingers were caught on
the barbed wire, his flip over the top resulting in torn skin and injured
hands. But Mitani didn�t have time to stop and nurse his wounds. He just
curled his hands into fists and ran into the maze of streets and alleys that
was Tokyo.

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Identified Bionics:
Ashiwara Hiroyuki HMA??

Fujiwara no Sai MCLR

Hong Su-Yeong HMQ??

Ichikawa Harumi FARS

Isumi Shinchirou HMM??

Kaga Tetsuo HMCPS

Ko Yong-Ha HML??

Kurata Atsushi HMP??

Le Ping C13HMCLR

Mitani Kyo MF??

Mitani Yuuki HMF??

Saeki Akito MMPS

Saeki Kouji HMMPS

Saeki Ryoko FMPS

Shindou Hikaru MACCPPR

Shindou Matsuo MACP

Shindou Mitsuko FCPR

Touya Akiko FCMP

Touya Akira HMCMP

Tsutsui Kimihiro HMAC?

Waya Yoshitaka HMCLR

Waya Aya FCLR

Yang Hai MCFL

Snuck a bit more info in up there, about one of the kids and
a parent... did you catch it without me needing to tell you?

Kat � Er... sorry to break it to you, but Mitani hasn�t
broken it off with Zama yet. He�s got another job, yes, but it�s not enough to
pay the bills.

~Crawler
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