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This is the actual first chapter of Bionic. It�s long, but it really sets up what�s going
on with the boys better than the first chapter.

And Sai�s in it.

For clarification purposes: St. Mark�s Orphanage was built
in 2160. The orphan population kept
rising, and another orphanage, St. John�s
House for Boys, was built across the street in 2210. Boys 13 years old and younger go to St.
John�s, boys 14 and older go to St.
Mark�s. The complex is called St.
John�s/Mark�s, or just John and Mark.
All boys go to class at St. John�s
every day except Sunday. There is a
headmaster for St. John�s and a
separate one for St. Mark�s, but the St. Mark�s one is really the guy in charge
of the entire complex.

Flashbacks are not told to the officer, and occasionally not
even known by the headmaster.

<><><><><>

Bionic � The Twelve Meet

<><><><><>

�Thank you, Officer, for coming.�

Officer Jeb Bartlett of the Tokyo
Police merely nodded his head, opening the fat folder the headmaster of St.
Mark�s Orphanage had just handed him.
�These are the files of the missing boys?�

�Yes, all twelve of them � five from St.
John�s, seven from St. Mark�s. We think they snuck off together.�

Bartlett sighed
to himself as he began flipping through the files, scanning each one. The station received a call from St. Mark�s
headmaster earlier this morning, reporting twelve boys from this orphanage and
St. Mark�s brother orphanage for younger boys, St. John�s,
which was conveniently located just across the street. Both he and the headmaster knew that the
police would not put too much effort into finding the missing children �
Neo-Orient had too many orphans. Twelve empty
spots in the St. John�s/Mark�s complex would be a godsend for twelve boys who
wouldn�t run away from a roof over their heads and three solid meals a day.

Bartlett was
only concerned with a few choice details from each boy�s file. He studied the pictures attached to the
papers and read up on the missing children.

<><><><><>

Name: Ashiwara
Hiroyuki

Age: 17

Birthday: November 7, 2215

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Grey

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Ashiwara was found on
the streets in 2217 by a police officer, having been recently dumped by his
mother. His parents were unable to be
located with the limited information Ashiwara provided. Ashiwara has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever
since � not one placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Isumi Shinichirou

Age: 16

Birthday: April 18, 2216 (exact date unknown)

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Dark Blue

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Isumi Shinichirou was found on the doorstep of St. Mark�s
Orphanage in 2217. A note with him gave
his name and claimed he would be in danger if he ever got in contact with his
family. Isumi has been with St.
John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Saeki Kouji

Age: 17

Birthday: March 3, 2215

Hair Color:
Grey

Eye Color:
Grey

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Saeki was found in
2220 under the backseat of a getaway car involved in five consecutive bank
robberies. His parents were arrested and
Saeki was taken from their custody and placed in St.
John�s. Saeki
has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement into a foster
home.

<><><><><>

Name: Kurata
Atsushi

Age: 17

Birthday: April 5, 2215

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Dark Dark Green

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Kurata was brought to
St. John�s/Mark�s in 2221. His mother
could not afford to continue raising Kurata.
His father was serving time in prison.
Kurata has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement
into a foster home

<><><><><>

Name: Tsutsui Kimihiro

Age: 14

Birthday: April 23, 2218

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Grey

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Tsutsui was brought
to St. John�s/Mark�s after his parents died in the cholera epidemic of
2224. Tsutsui has been with St.
John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Kaga
Tetsuo

Age: 14

Birthday: January 8, 2218

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Brown

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Kaga was found on a
beach in 2226, where he had been dumped by his father. He claimed he had been expecting it and
calmly asked the police what he should do next.
Kaga has been placed in three foster homes, but never stays for more
than a week, due to his quick temper and tendency to solve things with his
fists.

<><><><><>

Name: Waya
Yoshitaka

Age: 13

Birthday: August 12, 2219

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Gold

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Waya was found locked
in a closet in 2226 after his teachers reported he had not been to school in
two years. He had suffered physical
abuse and starvation, and was thus taken from the care of his father, who was
arrested. His mother is believed to be
dead. Waya has been with St.
John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Mitani Yuuki

Age: 12

Birthday: October 15, 2220

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Violet

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Mitani went to the
police in 2227, claiming he had been sexually abused by his foster father. This was proven in court, and Mitani came to
St. John�s/Mark�s while his foster father went to jail. His parents are dead. Mitani has been placed two times in foster
homes, lasting two weeks each, but he becomes a terror when out of the
orphanage, climbing walls and breaking anything he can get his hands on. His foster families did not want to keep such
an unruly child, and returned him.

<><><><><>

Name: Touya
Akira

Age: 12

Birthday: December 14, 2220

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Blue-green

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Touya�s parents,
including his famous go player father, were killed in a plane crash in
2228. Touya had been with a sitter at
the time and was brought to St. John�s/Mark�s. Touya has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since
� not one placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Shindou
Hikaru

Age: 12

Birthday: September 20, 2220

Hair Color:
Black with blond bangs

Eye Color:
Grey-green

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Shindou was found
wandering in a park in 2230, marveling at things like the trees and the sky,
and talking animatedly to an invisible friend he called �Sai.� He was taken to St. John�s/Mark�s and was
placed with a psychiatrist, yet he continues to claim Sai is real and he has no
parents. The condition he was found in,
however (clean clothes, not hungry), implies that he did have some form of
caregiver before coming to St. John�s/Mark�s.
Shindou has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement
into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Hong
Su-Yeong

Age: 11

Birthday: February 15, 2221

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Black

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Hong originally came
from the Korean province. His parents
were killed in a gang war in 2222, and he has been moving from orphanage to
foster home to orphanage ever since.
Somewhere along the way, he picked up a �brother,� Ko Yong-Ha, also from
the Korean province, who refuses to be placed without Hong. To this day, no family has been able to
survive the combined presence of Hong and Ko, continually returning them. Hong arrived at St. John�s/Mark�s in 2232,
and has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one placement into a
foster home.

<><><><><>

Name: Ko
Yong-Ha

Age: 14

Birthday: December 22, 2217

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Brown

Circumstances Surrounding Placement into St.
John�s/Mark�s: Ko originally came
from the Korean province. His parents
were killed in a gang war in 2221, and he has been moving from orphanage to
foster home to orphanage ever since.
Somewhere along the way, he picked up a �brother,� Hong Su-Yeong, also
from the Korean province, who refuses to be placed without Ko. Ko has a tendency to become arrogant and
obnoxious if he feels threatened, leading to Hong and Ko being returned to
orphanages. Ko arrived at St.
John�s/Mark�s in 2232, and has been with St. John�s/Mark�s ever since � not one
placement into a foster home.

<><><><><>

Bartlett had
carefully schooled his face into an impassive mask when he closed the
folder. These weren�t just any twelve
boys � he knew most of them. He had been
the officer to take most of them here.

He remembered 2-year-old Ashiwara sitting on a trash can,
swinging his feet and waiting for a nice person to take him home, like his
mother had told him.

He remembered searching Saeki�s car and finding frightened
gray eyes staring at him from under the backseat � and the subsequent screams
and biting as Saeki tried to run back to his parents.

He remembered meeting an 8-year-old Kaga and swearing he was
a teenager, especially with the way he coolly proclaimed there was no point in
whining over the inevitable as he snapped his fan open and shut.

He remembered coaxing the skeletal Waya out of the closet he
had spent two years in by waving food at him and calling him like a dog � and
then the almost inhuman recovery the boy had made, going from beaten waif to
(physically) healthy child in just three days of non-stop eating.

He remembered Mitani climbing into his patrol car, wearing
nothing but a grubby blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and asking him to
help keep Dake-san away from him.

He remembered Touya crying quietly, clutching a goban to his chest, knowing his parents were gone
forever.

He remembered Shindou introducing him to �Sai� and being ecastic when he didn�t immediately denounce him as
crazy.

He remembered Hong and Ko, holding hands, Ko glaring at him,
just daring him to try and hurt Hong � and then Ko�s subsequent strings
of insults in more languages than Bartlett could realize when Ko found out he
and Hong would be going to different orphanages.

Bartlett knew
these boys. He had grown fond of some of
these boys � especially Ashiwara, who would always greet him with a hug and
bright smile whenever Bartlett
brought another boy by. He would do
everything in his power to find where the kids went � and why they left.

�The file just holds basic information on the boys,� the headmaster
was saying. �Their medical files hold
more information � current heights, weights, blood types � and then the
caregivers of St. John�s and St. Mark�s know even more details.�

�What sort of details?� Bartlett
asked, glancing over at him.

�Well, more about their personalities. Like how Kaga holds a grudge against Touya �
apparently they knew each other before they came here. Kaga�s gone out of his way to make Touya�s
life miserable, and his gang helps him there.�

�Kaga has a gang?�

�Just a very small one,� the headmaster admitted. �Mitani and Tsutsui are his lackeys. They�ll probably be together, wherever they
are, and not with Touya.�

<><><Flashback><><>

Mitani, age 8, slipped into a large, hollow tree. He crawled up to Kaga, who was already
sitting there, leaning against the wall, and placed a light kiss on his lips
before sitting next to him. �You all
right?�

�Touya.�

�Touya? He�s the new kid, right? The one who keeps sniffling? What about him?�

�He plays go.�

�And?�

�Shut up and let me finish, will ya?�

Mitani pouted as Kaga snapped at him, leaning over to kiss him again. �Sorry, sorry, you continue, O Great One.�

�Shut up,� Kaga repeated, but his voice wasn�t as angry � at
least not with Mitani. �I used to play
go, met Touya at this kid�s class.�

�Didn�t know you� ah, sorry.� Mitani
fell silent as Kaga glared at him.

�As I was saying, I met Touya at this kid�s
class. I was the best, until he showed
up, and then no matter what I did, I couldn�t ever beat him. Dad got mad at me, told me not to come back
if I couldn�t beat him. Touya overheard,
asked me if I wanted him to lose, and then threw a match against me.� Kaga leaned his head back. �Damn that kid, he was two years younger than
me and already way above me. And he knew
it, and it didn�t matter to him whether or not he won these little games,
because he got to play the best player alive EVERY SINGLE DAY, just
because he was lucky enough to be born into the right family.�

Mitani petted Kaga�s arm, sensing that the story was over and he could talk
now. �If it makes you feel any better,
he�s now on your turf.� It was a known
fact that nobody in St. John�s
messed with Kaga. Although Kaga was
hardly the oldest at St. John�s, only 10, when kids up to 13 lived there, and
hardly the biggest, Isumi, at 12 and 5�5�, was the tallest, and 13-almost-14
Kurata, weighing well over 120 lbs, was the largest, Kaga was undoubtedly the
strongest, and he looked a lot older than he really was. Kaga had a tendency to land people who
disagreed with him in the infirmary.

People quickly stopped disagreeing with him.

Kaga rolled his eyes.
�I�m not going to clobber Touya.
As much fun as that would be, Touya�s a wimp, and probably got beat up
all the time at his school. It won�t be
anything new for him.�

�Then use this.�
Mitani tapped Kaga�s forehead. �I
know you�re smart; you never study and get excellent grades. Play tricks on him. Prank him.
Make him always looking over his shoulder for your shadow. Not direct physical violence..� Kaga turned to look at Mitani, and Mitani
smirked. �Besides, he�s been put in my
room. Easy access to his bed, clothes,
books, everything.�

�Devious,� Kaga said. �I like it.�

Touya�s shrieks were soon quite frequent, as he found toads
in his bed, bugs in his clothes, mud shoved down the back of his shirt, worms
in his food, etc. By the time Kaga threw
him in the pool right before class started, Touya�s shrieks had died out, and he
just stared wide-eyed and skittish at everyone.
Kaga considered it a great success, and he always put on a swagger
whenever he passed the younger boy.
Touya would cast his eyes to the ground when Kaga drew close, an
unconscious acknowledgement of the other�s superiority.

<><><End Flashback><><>

�What about Ashiwara?�

The headmaster shook his head, a frown on his face. �Ashiwara�s become a delinquent, openly
flaunting our rules and regulations.�

Bartlett couldn�t help but look
surprised � that didn�t sound like the Ashiwara he knew. �How?�

�He took a lover.�
The headmaster�s frown deepened.
�He and that Saeki Kouji. The two of them are always found kissing,
groping, or stripping each other.
Several times, caregivers have even walked in on them having sex.�

Well. Ashiwara certainly had grown up
from the little boy Bartlett had
first met � but he couldn�t say he was surprised that he and Saeki had
developed a relationship. Bartlett
kept his mouth closed.

The headmaster continued.
�Their third friend, Kurata Atsushi, would help them find places
to be alone, so we took him from their room and replaced him with Isumi Shinichirou. Isumi
didn�t do much to stop them from continuing their relationship either. We had to punish him.�

<><><Flashback><><>

Isumi lay in his bed, back turned to the door and the other
two beds in the room. He had his eyes
shut, pretending to be asleep as he heard his roommates climbing out of
bed. There were a few muffled whispers,
a squeak, and then he felt them climbing onto his bed. �Thanks, Shin-chan,� Saeki whispered as he eased the window open and
helped Ashiwara climb out. �Such a dear,
for not telling.�

�Just don�t wake me when you come back,� Isumi replied.

Saeki grinned, invisible in the dark, and climbed down the
side of the building after Ashiwara.
Isumi reached up and closed the window, then curled up in bed
again. Sleep did not come to him,
however. He knew what would happen next.

Thirty minutes later, the bedroom door opened and
closed. Heavy footsteps crossed the room
toward Isumi, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His covers were pulled back and another body
pressed against his back. �They left you
alone again, didn�t they?�

Isumi managed not to shudder at the sound of the headmaster�s voice. He didn�t respond. He only tensed when the older man wrapped his
arms around Isumi, one hand resting on his chest, the other cupping his groin.

�Do you want this?�

Isumi remained quiet. Answering yes was
obviously out of the question, and he feared that if he ever answered no, the
headmaster would continue anyway, as a fitting punishment. He wouldn�t put it past the man.

Lips brushed against the back of Isumi�s neck. �Is this how you hold him?�

Isumi knew who the him was that the headmaster had mentioned. Waya, from St. John�s. He loved Waya dearly, and Waya seemed to love
him, but their relationship had never gone beyond cuddling. They hadn�t even kissed, not once. Isumi thought Waya was way too young for any
of that. The headmasters of St. Mark�s
and St. John�s swore that Isumi had
slept with Waya, and constantly tried to get a confession out of either
boy. That was another reason Isumi
hadn�t ever kissed Waya � Waya was adorably clueless about sex. He had no idea what it entailed, only knowing
that two people in love had sex, and sex with girls could lead to
children. Isumi didn�t want Waya to
assume sex was just kissing and claim that yes, he and Isumi had slept
together. He probably wasn�t giving Waya
enough credit there � the boy was clueless, not stupid � but he didn�t want to
risk it.

The headmaster moved his hands, sliding them under Isumi�s
pajamas and back to their former positions, except this time, there wasn�t even
a thin barrier of cloth to keep the man�s hands from his skin. Isumi did shudder now, biting the inside of
his cheek. Just go away, please, leave me alone. But he knew this was as far as the headmaster
would go � probably. Once upon a time,
the headmaster hadn�t ever gone farther than just touching him through his
pajamas. About a month ago, he began
slipping his hands past the barrier of the cloth.

�Is this how you want to hold him? Like how Saeki and Ashiwara are undoubtedly
holding each other now?� Another kiss to the back of his neck, then the older
man shifted and kissed his cheek. �Tell
me, Shin-chan.
Tell me what I want to hear.�

Isumi remained silent and unresponsive, his eyes and lips closed tightly, his
body tense in the other�s arms.

The headmaster growled slightly in frustration. He pulled
his hands away, only to unbutton Isumi�s pajama top and pull it off, followed
soon by Isumi�s pants. He grabbed the
younger boy and roughly pulled him flush against his own older body. He grinned as Isumi took a shaky breath,
obviously feeling the headmaster�s erection pressing against his thigh. Other than that, however, Isumi still did not
respond.

It was taking all of Isumi�s self-control to
not make a sound, to not pull away.
This had never happened before.
The headmaster�s hands wandered over his body, pinching and
rubbing. Isumi struggled to keep his
breathing even as the headmaster pushed a knee between his legs. Was this it then? Was he about to be raped? Isumi bit harder on the inside of his
cheek. Saeki, Ashiwara, please, please
come back. Please. Right now.
Come back and stop him.
Please! He could feel the bed
turning slightly mushy under his side, but he forced it to solidify again. He didn�t know why, but when he was trying to
get away from someone, he usually could go right through solid objects. He knew better than to show off this talent,
however, as it might land him in a place worse than this. Besides, if he went through the bed, and the
floor, he would only end up in the kitchen, naked, and would be easily caught. And punished.

The headmaster finally snarled his impatience and shoved
Isumi away from him before he climbed out of the boy�s bed. �You will talk.� Isumi didn�t move, not until the headmaster
had stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Only then did Isumi slowly reach out for his
pajamas, pulling them back on, and curling into a ball, hugging a pillow
against his chest. He hated this, but
every night Ashiwara and Saeki snuck out, the headmaster snuck in. He didn�t know how to stop it, only knew that
there was no one he could go to for help; the headmaster ruled everything in
this orphanage. At least he hadn�t raped
him � yet. These meetings just left him
feeling extremely filthy. Isumi prayed
that Waya wasn�t suffered the same thing across the street in St.
John�s.

<><><End Flashback><><>

�You would punish him for not stopping his older roommates
from having sex?� Bartlett had met
Isumi several times � Ashiwara seemed to have taken the younger boy under his
wing. Isumi had struck Bartlett
as the doormat type � he�d willingly let others walk all over him if it made
them happy. He hardly seemed like the
type of person who would stop anyone from having sex with someone they cared
about.

The headmaster shrugged.
�He didn�t do what he had been placed in that room to do, and the punishments
were never severe. Just a lecture or
something, in an attempt to encourage him to actually stand up against them.�

Bartlett flipped
through the file again. �Shindou still
sees Sai?�

The headmaster frowned.
�Psychiatrists were unable to do anything. Shindou refused to cooperate, instead
spending the entire time playing with �Sai.�
His favorite game seemed to be calling out a list of numbers, pausing
between each pair, like this: �Upper 4-4.
Lower 4-4. 3-4. 5-4.�
We could never find any pattern in his numbers.�

<><><Flashback><><>

�Aww, no, Sai, you win again! I�ll never beat you!� Hikaru slumped in his chair, crossing his
arms and scowling at the air. His
psychiatrist watched as a slight smile tugged at the boy�s mouth. �Well, yeah, that is true, I am remembering
all the moves now. I messed up at 16-2,
didn�t I? Should have gone one space
higher � such an idiot! You�ve told me
that several times before, I�m just never remembering it!�

�Um, Shindou, why don�t you talk to me instead of the air.� The psychiatrist tried to capture Hikaru�s
attention.

Hikaru stuck out his tongue. �Aww, you�re just jealous cause you can�t talk to Sai!�

�Shindou, it really isn�t healthy for you to create alternate personalities-�

Hikaru jumped to his feet and slammed his hands on the psychiatrist�s
desk. �That�s it! I�ve had it!
I�ve been coming here for months, and all you�ve tried to do is tell me
that it�s not healthy to talk to Sai, because he doesn�t exist. Well, you know what? I don�t care!
Talking to Sai isn�t going to kill me, and he�s a whole bunch nicer than
the rest of you �caregivers� combined! I
hate this place, and Sai�s the only one who actually cares about me
anymore! I�m leaving!�

�Shindou!�

Hikaru stalked toward the door, but it was locked. The psychiatrist tried to intercept him, but
he just dodged his hands and ran for the window, pulling it open and jumping
out. The psychiatrist was too big to
follow him, and he collapsed back in his seat.
He really hated working with Shindou, and Shindou hated working with
him. Why couldn�t they just call Shindou
crazy and incurable, and leave it at that?

Sai tapped on Hikaru�s shoulder. Hikaru, that boy was listening to your
conversation � and oh! Look what he drew
in the dirt! A goban! Hikaru, let�s play, let�s play!

Hikaru glanced over at the boy in question.
Touya was trying to look invisible, pressed against the wall. He was also trying to erase the goban by tracing a stick over it � presumably the stick he
used to draw it. �Hey, you don�t have to
do that.�

Touya jumped and looked guiltily at Hikaru.
�I�m sorry,� he said, his voice quiet.
�I shouldn�t have listened��

�Naw, it�s all right.
Me an� Sai were just playing a game.�
Hikaru went and sat on the other side of the goban
from Touya. �Do you know how to play
go?�

Touya�s eyes lit up at the sound of his beloved game, and he nodded
eagerly. �Father was a go pro, he was
teaching me everything he knew!� His
face fell, and he looked down at the 19x19 grid he had drawn in the dirt. �But then he died, and they took my goban, and won�t let me become a pro.�

�You any good?� Hikaru used his finger
to redraw the goban where Touya had scuffed it out.

Touya nodded. �I�m really good � are
you?�

Hikaru shrugged. �I�m
pretty decent � Sai�s amazing though.�

�Sai?�

�He�s my friend.�
Hikaru jerked his thumb over his shoulder at where Sai was sitting. �Oh, but you probably can�t see him. Nobody else can � he�s dead.�

�You see ghosts?�

�Only Sai,� Hikaru said. �Sometimes,
when-�

Hikaru! Sai jabbed Hikaru in the side, his voice
sharp. You�re not supposed to talk about that!

�No, I only see Sai,� Hikaru amended.

Touya frowned, but he really didn�t care at this point. It had been two years since he had someone to
play go with, it didn�t matter if they were crazy or weird. �You can be X�s � I want to measure your
strength.�

Hikaruuuuu, I want to play! Let me play, Hikaru! Sai wrapped his arms around Hikaru�s neck,
pleading with the boy.

�Hey, Sai wants to play instead, is that okay?�

Touya shrugged. �An opponent is an
opponent. Sai can go first � X will be
black, O will be white, since we don�t have stones.�

Hikaru grinned, and Sai settled back, a big grin on his face. I get
to play someone besides Hikaru!

�Hey!�

You�re fun to play,
Hikaru, but it�s also nice to have other opponents, Sai informed him.

�Yeah, okay, fine.
Where do you want to go?�

4-4, hoshi! Sai pointed with his fan, and Hikaru drew an
X over the star point.

The game ended with Touya�s resignation, but he had a smile
on his face. �I never thought I�d ever
get to play go against a strong player ever again! You were incredible!�

�Sai was incredible,� Hikaru agreed.

Sai was sitting quietly, fan covering his mouth. He was watching Akira with a serious
expression. Finally, he said, Hikaru, ask him if he�s related to Sato
Kouyou, or knows him.

�Sato Kouyou?� Hikaru stared at
Sai in astonishment. �But he�s dead!�

So is Touya�s father, Sai said
quietly. Ask him.

�Touya, are you related to Sato Kouyou?� Hikaru asked. �Or do you know him?�

Touya thought for a minute, then shook his head slowly. �I don�t know any Sato�s� but my father�s
name was Touya Kouyou� and Ichikawa-san sometimes called him Dr. Sato��

Sai�s eyes widened. Hikaru� this child, he�s Sato�s son! He
exists!

Hikaru�s eyes were wide too.
�Wow� hi! It�s nice to meet
you. I�m Shindou Hikaru. Wanna play some
more go? You can play me this time��

<><><End Flashback><><>

�What about Waya?� Bartlett
tapped Waya�s file. �Did he stay active,
or did he show emotional distress?� Waya
had been odd � he had been extremely withdrawn after being rescued from the
closet, but the moment he set foot inside the orphanage, he changed into a
loud, active, normal boy. Bartlett
had theorized that it was a mask to keep the other kids from finding out what
had happened, and guessed that it would fall apart eventually.

�He was always active,� the headmaster said. �Too active. He became involved in a sexual relationship
with Isumi.�

Bartlett made a strangled noise,
staring at the headmaster. �A sexual
relationship? With Isumi? He�s only thirteen!� He could see Waya getting along with Isumi,
but having sex? And Isumi letting
him? Well� Isumi might let him, with the
whole doormat-ness.

The headmaster nodded.
�Well, we don�t have any proof � unlike Saeki and Ashiwara, nobody�s
walked in on them. But they do sneak off
together, disappearing for long periods of time, and when they are seen,
they�re always together.�

�That doesn�t mean sex,� Bartlett
protested weakly.

�Officer Bartlett, I have watched over these boys for
years. I know when they�re sneaking off
to have sex and when they aren�t.� The
headmaster leaned forward, steepling his fingers by
his chin. �They were having sex. They just never admit to it.�

<><><Flashback><><>

Waya settled back against Isumi�s chest, a happy smile on
his face. He was nestled between Isumi�s
legs. Isumi lightly played his fingers
over Waya�s chest. �I love you,
Isumi-san,� Waya murmured, opening his eyes to look up at the older boy.

Isumi smiled back at Waya, lifting one hand to stroke Waya�s
cheek. �I love you too, Waya.� Waya shifted slightly, and Isumi tightened
one arm around his waist. �Careful, we
don�t want to fall out.�

The two boys were sitting a good fifteen feet off the ground
on a branch of an ancient oak tree � the very tree with the hollow base that
Kaga and his gang used as their hiding place.
Isumi was leaning against the trunk, and Waya was leaning against
Isumi. Their legs were stretched out in
front of them along the branch.

�The headmaster tried to get me to say we�ve had sex again,�
Waya said, turning his head so his ear was against Isumi�s chest and he could
hear the steady heartbeat.

�What did you tell him?� Isumi asked quietly, stroking Waya�s hair.

�I said, no, he was crazy to think that, and that Isumi-san
hasn�t even kissed me.� Waya managed to
sound both defiant and disappointed at the same time. �And it�s true, you haven�t.� He pouted, crossing his arms slightly.

Isumi smiled sadly and reached up to tap Waya�s protruding lower lip. �I just don�t want them to hurt you.�

�How can you kissing me make them hurt me?�
Waya asked. He turned his face up
to Isumi. �Just one kiss, please? I won�t even tell them, I�ll lie! I�ll say you still haven�t kissed me��

Isumi sighed. �Waya ��

Waya twisted in Isumi�s arms so he was kneeling on the branch between Isumi�s
legs. He wrapped his arms around Isumi�s
neck and looked up at him with the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster. �Don�t you love me, Isumi-san? I thought people in love were supposed to
kiss each other��

Isumi groaned slightly, resting his forehead against Waya�s. �Those eyes
will be the death of me.�

�Hee�� Waya grinned at Isumi. �Are you going to kiss me?�

Isumi bit his lip. �And you won�t tell
them? You�ll still say nothing�s
happened?�

Waya nodded. �Nothing happened, nothing
is happening, and nothing will happen, because Isumi-san is a prude.�

�I am not a prude!�

�You still haven�t kissed-� Waya was cut off as Isumi kissed him.

The kiss really was closed-mouth and very chaste, but it was
still Waya�s first kiss. He didn�t
really know what to do now that Isumi actually was kissing him, so he settled
on closing his eyes and trying to move his lips the way Isumi was. When Isumi pulled back after a time that
seemed both too short and infinitely long, Waya whimpered slightly, opening his
eyes to stare at Isumi.

Isumi had a blush on his cheeks and was smiling
slightly. �Still a prude?�

Waya just leaned forward, hugging Isumi tightly and burying his face in the
other boy�s shoulder. �I love you!� he whispered fiercely.

Isumi hugged Waya back, lightly brushing a kiss against his hair. Although he had his misgivings about the kiss
� Waya really was too young for a romantic relationship � he was very pleased
with how happy the simple show of affection had made the other. �We probably should be getting back now.� He couldn�t deny that he had enjoyed the kiss
himself. He wished it had gone farther,
or happened again, but he had enjoyed it anyway, and if Waya continued to press
against him like this, he might need to be giving Waya a sex ed. lesson. Isumi�s blushed deepened at the thought, and
he nudged Waya lightly. �Really, Waya,
we don�t want them suspecting anything.�

Waya finally pulled back a little and then placed a kiss to
Isumi�s cheek. �Yeah, okay,� he sighed,
before kissing Isumi�s cheek again and jumping out of the tree.

Isumi brushed his fingers over his cheek before smiling and
taking the safer path down � climbing through the branches the way they got
up. He would never jump from the branch,
and it had terrified him the first many times Waya had done so � but Waya
rarely got hurt doing so. That scared
Isumi more, sometimes, seeing Waya land in a bad way, swearing the younger boy
broke an arm or leg, but when he got down to see if he was all right, Waya
would be sitting up, rubbing the injured appendage were only a slight bruise
showed. Waya did seem to get better at
landing the more they did this, however, and he no longer even got those slight
bruises. Isumi smiled and took his hand,
and the two walked back to the orphanage together.

<><><End Flashback><><>

Bartlett sat
back in his chair. �Is there anything
else? Do you have any idea why they
would want to run away?�

The headmaster shook his head, a sad look on his face. �I have no idea. Those twelve were some of our brightest boys
at St. Mark�s and St. John�s. They were never mistreated, and only punished
when they did something wrong, and then their punishments fit their crimes.�

<><><Flashback><><>

The boys all filed back into the classroom, taking their
seats after the lunch break. The
headmaster stood at the front of the classroom, smacking a ruler into his
hand. Touya, in the first row, jumped
with every smack � loud noises frightened him.
Other than Touya�s reflexive jerks, the rest of the class was quiet and
motionless. Somebody was in trouble.

�Kaga Tetsuo,� the headmaster began, which wasn�t surprising. Kaga was one of the frequent
troublemakers. �Gum was found
under your desk during lunch. You know
gum isn�t allowed in the classroom.�

Kaga scowled. �Hey, I didn�t do it.�

�Kaga, you have been caught with gum no less than ten times in the past two
weeks. Why should it be any different
today?�

�Because I didn�t have any gum today!� Kaga snapped. �I couldn�t have put it there if I didn�t
have it!�

The headmaster flicked his ruler. �Take him to the room.� Two of the �caregivers� of the school, huge,
muscular men with names like Vince and Butch, stepped forward and set hands on
Kaga�s shoulders. Kaga looked up at
them, calculating his best means of escape.

Several seats over, Mitani was finding the surface of his desk very interesting. He had placed the gum under Kaga�s
desk, but it had been meant as a joke.
Kaga was supposed to stick his hand or knee in it. He wasn�t supposed to be carted off to the
punishment room!

Vince and Butch took Kaga from the room. The headmaster stepped aside, letting the
normal teacher resume his position.

It took over an hour to take Kaga the short distance from
the classroom to the punishment room � a small room in the basement with dim
lights and dirt walls and floors. Kaga
was very difficult to force to do anything.
He kept hitting Vince and Butch, causing them to break their holds on
him and allowing him to flee through the orphanage. They ended up needing six guys to bring Kaga
to the room, where the headmaster had been waiting impatiently. �Strip him.�

Although the clothes the boys wore were generally old and cheap, it still cost
a lot of money to keep over sixty boys clothed.
Rather than damaging or staining clothes during punishments, it was
easier to strip them, discipline them naked, and then give them back their
clothes.

Kaga�s struggled as they pulled his clothes off. He felt hands touching him, slipping between
his legs, and he kicked out, yelling at the men holding him.

�Thirty blows,� the headmaster said. He
settled back to watch as the naked boy was hit � three men each giving Kaga ten
punches, kicks, or slaps, occasionally �accidentally� groping him.

Kaga kept struggling and screaming insults at them, but they
didn�t falter. He cursed at them every
time he felt fingers ghosting across his groin, but he could never tell whether
or not his attackers actually were groping him, or if it was just a combination
of his struggles and they way the were hitting him.

Thirty blows later, Kaga was dropped to the ground,
breathing heavily and aching all over.
The headmaster tossed his clothes at the boy and left with the
caregivers. Kaga winced as he pulled
himself into a sitting position and began to get dressed again. This was hardly the first time he had been
maybe groped while taking a beating.

Mitani was skulking around nearby when Kaga emerged from the
punishment room. �Hey, you okay?�

�I�m fine,� Kaga growled, not even looking at Mitani. Did they purposely touch him? Was it some kind of fun for them? Did the headmaster get off on watching him
beaten and groped? He wouldn�t past the
dirty old man.

�Kaga��

�Fuck off, Mitani. I�m not in the mood
right now.� Kaga stalked past Mitani
without even looking at the other.

Mitani watched Kaga go, deciding now was not the best time
to confess to his crime.

<><><End Flashback><><>

�It makes no sense,� the headmaster concluded. �They had the best possible life for young
orphans here� there should have been no reason for them to even want to
leave - unless they were adopted. But other than a family, nothing could be
better than the life they�d have here.�

<><><Flashback><><>

�What type of place is this?� Ko Yong-Ha stared at the
schedule he was given. �I understand the
classes from 8 until 3, but what is �Discipline Hour� from 3 to 4?�

�Scheduled beatings,� Kaga replied. He,
Ko Yong-Ha, and Tsutsui were all roommates in St. Mark�s. The three were currently sitting on their
beds, doing homework. �They line us all
up and then randomly pick about thirty of us to be �Disciplined.��

Yong-Ha looked sickened by the very idea.
Tsutsui spoke up quietly, �This is the place where the delinquent
orphans are shunted to. Once you come
here, you don�t leave permanently until you�re eighteen. The discipline is a way to keep a population
of lawless males under the rule of the headmaster and other caregivers.�

Yong-Ha scowled at his schedule. �But
I�m not a delinquent!�

�Neither am I,� Tsutsui answered. �And
Kaga hasn�t done anything really bad.
And there are a handful of other boys between Mark and John that haven�t
broken any laws or rules either � but that doesn�t matter. The majority is bad, therefore all are
punished.�

�Why don�t the police do something?�

�Do what?� Kaga asked, with a harsh laugh.
�We�re the lucky ones, we have a roof over our heads and three
square meals a day and clothes and education.�
He sneered. �The police turn a
blind eye � it�s hard enough to keep the sheer number of orphanages around here
up and running. There�s no need to
question their methods of raising unwanted brats.�

Yong-Ha looked down at the paper in his hands, before asking quietly, �Is there
a Discipline Hour at St. John�s
too?� He envisioned Su-Yeong being
beaten into submission and his blood boiled � nobody better touch his brother!

�Yeah, the Johnny boys and Mark�s brothers all come together for classes at
John�s, and then Discipline Hour out back on the nice cobblestones � it�s
easier to clean the blood.�

�Kaga, you don�t need to add details.�

�I just said blood, Tsutsui. Hardly
gory. You see worse every day.�

Yong-Ha crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at the wall. �I need to get out of here.�

�Good luck.� Kaga�s voice was
sarcastic. �If Mitani, Tsutsui, and I
haven�t managed to get out in the five years we�ve been here together, there�s
no way you�re getting away.�

�What if we worked together?�

�Tried it.�

Yong-Ha fell silent, staring at his bed.
�There has to be a way.�

Kaga just shook his head, turning back to his work.

�How many non-delinquent boys are there between St.
John�s and St. Mark�s?� Yong-Ha asked slowly.

Tsutsui frowned, thinking about it. �Kaga, Mitani, me, you� Isumi, Ashiwara,
Saeki, Kurata� Waya, Touya-�

"Not Touya,� Kaga muttered.

�He�s not a delinquent!� Tsutsui protested. �And he�s suffered enough, what
with the plane crash and your tricks, and the beatings � he�ll be in, no matter
what.�

Kaga scowled, but said no more.

�Anyway, there�s Touya, and Shindou, and��

�Su-Yeong,� Yong-Ha added.

�And Su-Yeong. That�s
twelve.�

Yong-Ha looked over at Kaga. �Have you
ever tried breaking out with all twelve?�

�It would be even harder ��

�Not if we worked as a team.� Yong-Ha
turned back to Tsutsui. �Who�s the best
strategist of the twelve � Su-Yeong and I probably aren�t.�

�Probably Touya.�

�Tsutsui�s better, but he�s too modest to say so.�

�I am not. Touya is better at strategy.�

�You are.�

�Am not!�

�What does Touya look like?� Yong-Ha crossed his legs. �We�ll have him and
Tsutsui come up with a plan to get out, using all twelve. It�ll work.
It must work. I won�t let
Su-Yeong get beaten.�

�You two lovers or something?� Kaga
asked.

�Brothers,� Yong-Ha answered. Maybe not
blood brothers, but close enough.

<><><><><>

During the lunch break at school the next day, the twelve
non-delinquents sat together. �So,
you�re in?� Yong-Ha asked.

�Yes!� Ashiwara chirped.
�It�ll be fun!�

Saeki rolled his eyes, pulling Ashiwara over to kiss him. �If Ash�s in it, I�m in too.� He then pulled Ashiwara into his lap fully,
and the rest of the world was forgotten.

Isumi nodded slowly. �Yes. I�ll help, however I can. I agree, we do need to get out.�

Waya was nestled up against Isumi�s arm.
He nodded too. �I can help!�

Hikaru frowned. �I
really don�t see a problem here � other than the wacky psychiatrists, I never
get in trouble.�

�That�s because the teachers are scared of you,� Kaga said, reaching around
Mitani to playfully shove Hikaru. �They all think you�re some crazy psycho, and
they don�t want you killing them all in a fit of insanity.�

�I want to get out,� Touya said quietly, afraid of speaking
around Kaga. �I want to play go.�

�Then I�ll help!� Hikaru draped an arm
around Touya�s shoulders. �Wherever you
go, I shall follow!�

Touya smiled slightly, and Mitani gasped loudly and pointed. �Holy crap, Touya smiled! The world is coming to an end!�

Touya turned bright red and bowed his head. Hikaru glared at Mitani. �He would have smiled sooner if it hadn�t
been for you and Kaga!�

Mitani glared back.
�Kaga and I didn�t do anything to hurt the freak!�

�Yes you did!�

�No, we didn�t!� The two had their
foreheads pressed together as they argued, back and forth, back and forth.

Kurata finished his lunch and looked over at Yong-Ha. �Hey, sure, I�ll help. Anyone not going to finish their food?� Isumi pushed the rest of his lunch to the large
boy.

Yong-Ha looked over to Kaga. �Are you in?�

Kaga frowned, crossing his arms. �Well�
I�m not saying this place doesn�t suck, but I really don�t see how successful
an escape will be.� He shrugged. �But hey, if you manage to pull it off, I�ll
look pretty foolish sitting behind these walls still. Yeah, Mitani, Tsutsui, and I, we�ll all help
you.�

Yong-Ha smiled. �Excellent. We will get out.�

�We�ll need a way to discuss plans without them overhearing.� Hikaru suddenly sat up straight again, causing
Mitani to lose his balance. �If the
teachers find out, we�ll all be in trouble.�

�Go,� Touya said softly. �We can pretend
we�re talking about Go. Black moves
here. Black escapes through here. Black attacks white here. I can teach you all the basics, and then we
can pretend we�re discussing games. That
way we can even have diagrams with the stones.�

Yong-Ha grinned at Touya. �That�s
perfect � and that�s why you�re one of our strategists. Su-Yeong and I already know how to play,
anyone else?�

�Kaga and I know,� Tsutsui said.

�I can play,� Hikaru offered.

�I know the basics,� Mitani said with a shrug.

�Everyone here knows at least the basics,� Kurata informed
Yong-Ha.

�And how did you know that?� Waya asked.

Kurata frowned.
�Hmm. I don�t know. Intuition, I guess. Was I wrong?�
Nobody said anything. �Didn�t
think so. I�m never wrong with my
intuition.�

The bell rang, signaling class was about to start again, and
the boys got up. �Not a word about this
to anyone,� Yong-Ha warned them.

�We�re not stupid,� Mitani retorted.

�We�ll get out,� Kurata said with a grin. �But first, we get to class.�

<><><End Flashback><><>

Bartlett closed
the file once more and looked at the headmaster. �Thank you for your time. We�ll get right on this. I promise, I will do everything in my power
to return these boys to their rightful home.�

The headmaster rose with Bartlett. �Yes, thank you. Each boy here is like a son to me, I hope you
find them.�

Bartlett shook the headmaster�s
hand before leaving the room. He would
find the boys. He would.

<><><><><>

~Crawler
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