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Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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This chapter has a co-author, a close friend of mine,
Clees. Her website can be found here: http://petra.lichtenecker.net/cleesystoryline/ Clees is an absolute angel for not only putting up with me
going on and on about how I�m going to torture these boys, but for actually
helping me throw ideas around. Her
involvement is actually shaping a large part of this story � Clees is a Kaga
fan. And no one else. So she works on scenes with me involving
Kaga, Mitani, and Tsutsui, since they stick together. As a result, a large part of the story will
be dedicated to those three.

In that vein, if anyone is interested in throwing around ideas
involving any of the other characters with me, feel free to get in touch with
me, either via review (make sure you leave some form of contact information,
email or IM), email: wallcrawler27@hotmail.com,
or IM: AIM: FantismalSpider, YIM: gamespider2004, MSN: wallcrawler27@hotmail.com.

With that out of the way, some notes. Zama-sensei plays a large role in this
story. However, I don�t know his full
name, nor could I find it on any of the information sites. So I called him Zama Ouza. I am fully aware Ouza is a go title. If anyone knows what his real name is, please
let me know so I can correct it.

If anybody doesn�t know/remember, Dake-san is the man who
teaches Mitani a lesson about cheating in the go salon. In this story, he was Mitani�s foster father
for some time.

Ogata shows up in this chapter � he�s obtained a larger role
than originally intended. He also works
with his partner, a woman some of you might recognize from another anime
series. I apologize for this, I hadn�t
originally intended to borrow from other series, but there really aren�t any
strong adult females in Hikaru no Go. Hikaru and Touya�s mothers already had other
important roles, so I couldn�t use them.

I understand the lettering system for the Bionics may be
difficult. Therefore, I will include the
list of traits and letters at the start of each chapter and a list of
characters who have their traits already known at the end (so you don�t have to
look back to find what�s what). It�s
actually a pretty obvious way of naming the Bionics (for the scientists who
deal with them daily). This way, their
name tells the scientist exactly what he or she is dealing with. The name has the gender first, then the three
traits in alphabetical order.

As a sidebar, different gender Bionics with the same traits
(FARS and MARS, for example), are actually clones, it�s
how they were made. Therefore the FARS
and MARS are twins, and the MARS would be the uncle to any children of the FARS.

With this in mind, there are three sets of characters (at
this point) who are relations, cousins, uncles, nephews, aunts, etc. I won�t reveal who yet.

One final note. The
first section takes place 5 days after the last chapter. The first time you see Waya and Kaga in this
chapter takes place the day after the last chapter. Everything else is 9 days after the last
chapter.

As a warning: This chapter has references to child
prostitution. This does not mean I approve
of it, far from it.

Traits:

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)

<><><><><>

Bionic - Survive

<><><><><>

Mitani sat on a trashcan, waiting for Tsutsui to
return. He was watching the street, but his
gaze kept returning to one stocky man across the street. That guy had been watching him for the past
hour, not even bothering to hide his interest.
Mitani met the man�s gaze before pointedly looking away.

The man grinned and crossed the street, walking toward
Mitani. Mitani watched him approach out
of the corner of his eye. �Hello, little
robin. Are you trying to catch a mate
with your bright plumage?� He stroked
Mitani�s hair.

Mitani jerked his head away, scowling at the other. �Hands to yourself, old man.�

The older man chuckled.
�You won�t get many customers with that attitude.�

�What?
Customers?� Mitani glared at the
man. What was he talking about? Mitani was waiting for Tsutsui to return, not
trying to attract customers.

The man actually laughed.
At him. Mitani bristled. �You must be new, and inexperienced! How fun!�

Mitani growled slightly, very upset with the complete
disrespect this man was showing him. The
man just laughed again, letting his eyes trail over Mitani�s body, obviously
sizing him up. �A word of advice � in
your line of business, it�s best to make the customer happy. And if he wants to check the goods before
buying,� here the man put his hand on Mitani�s head again, �it�s best to let
him.�

Mitani barely contained a shudder of revulsion. �I�m not a whore!� He pushed the man�s hand away with more force
than was necessary.

�You sure?� The man
looked Mitani over again. Mitani drew
his legs up and crossed his arms over his chest. �Such a pity.
Here-� the man tucked a business card into Mitani�s crossed arms. �If you ever change your profession, I�ll be
interested.� He patted Mitani�s head one
last time and walked off.

Mitani took the card and looked at it. Zama
Ouza, it read, followed by an address in a high-class neighborhood. Mitani sneered at it, about to tear the card
up, but he stopped. He then took a shaky
breath, closed his eyes, and tucked the card into his pocket. It was a job offer. Money brought food.

�Are you all right?�
Tsutsui was standing in front of Mitani.
His friend looked troubled and uncomfortable. �You didn�t run into the police again, did
you?�

It had been five days since Kaga was taken by the
police. Tsutsui and Mitani had taken to
sleeping on the roof of a decently tall building, to keep away from the
officers patrolling alleys at night. The
police continually mentioned something called a Bionic. Tsutsui remembered how Kaga had been called a
Bionic. Mitani had also been accused of
being a Bionic once, several days ago. An
officer had caught Mitani�s arm when he was looking for a job. �You�re one of those Bionic kids, aren�t
you?�

Mitani had managed to twist away from the police and
fled. He got away by scrambling over walls
and darting through small openings that the larger, heavier man could not. He ended up nursing a bruised arm that night,
from where the officer had grabbed him.
Yesterday, he had been pursued by a plain-clothes officer, but escaped
without injury.

Tsutsui suspected it was Mitani�s bright hair that led to
him being recognized, but they had no means of hiding it.

Mitani shook his head.
�No, I�m fine. Did you have any
luck?� He and Tsutsui had been trying to
find some form of employment. Their attempts
had been limited though, as they couldn�t apply to popular places (for fear of
being seen by the police), and they were considered too young to work in most
other places.

Tsutsui took off his glasses, wiping them on his shirt. �No.
She was nice and polite though, saying she was terribly sorry, but they
weren�t looking for new workers.�

Mitani wrapped his arms around his empty stomach, looking
distraught. �We could steal some-�

�We�re not stealing food!�

�We�re going to have to!�
Mitani closed his eyes and tightened his arms. �We�ve had half a moldy sandwich between us
in the past five days. We�re going to
starve if we don�t steal.�

Tsutsui sighed. �Give
it another week � we�ll find something.�

�It�s already been five days. We�re
dirtier, smellier, hungrier, and tireder-�

�More tired,� Tsutsui corrected quietly.

�And more tired then when we started. And each day�s only going to get worse. We�ll never be hired like this!�

�Don�t give up,� Tsutsui said. Mitani
rolled his eyes and hopped off the can, starting to walk away. �Where are you going?�

�It�s getting dark,� Mitani said over his shoulder. �I�m looking for Kaga.� He went every night to look for Kaga, combing
the city in the dark.

�Good luck.�

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Waya woke up slowly.
His head pounded, and his body ached all over. Note to
self. Don�t get shot again. He opened his eyes with a groan.

The room he was in wasn�t a familiar one, nor was it very
friendly. The walls were poured cement,
with the graffiti of dozens of other occupants scrawled over or scratched into
them. The floor was the same. It sloped gently to a small drain in the
middle of the room. In one corner was a
dented metal toilet. Along one wall was
a thin pad and threadbare blanket to form a makeshift bed � this was where he
was laying. There was a thin barred
window above the bed. Waya stood up,
swaying slightly, and rose up onto tiptoe to look out the window. He saw a courtyard that seemed to be more
cement and stone then living things, and there was a brick building across from
the one he was in. He was a good ways
up, probably third or fourth floor. A
drop from this window would hurt.

Waya stepped away from the window, rubbing his arms. He was a little cold. The shirt he was wearing wasn�t doing much to
keep warmth in� but wait. He had been
wearing a sweater� Waya looked down at
himself.

His sweater was gone.
So were his camouflage-print pants and his shoes and socks and
boxers. He was dressed in a simple white
t-shirt, albeit a very long one. It fell
to his knees, and the sleeves reached his elbows. Waya looked around, but he couldn�t see his
clothes anywhere. Then again, he had
been really bloody � maybe whoever dressed him in this just threw out his old
clothes.

Waya padded over to the door, a solid metal slab with a
small barred window and a flap. The
window had a cover on the other side of the door. Waya tried to open it, but the door was
locked. He pushed the little flap
open. �Hello? Anybody there?�

No answer. Waya
turned around, tugging on the hem of the shirt as if he could lengthen it. Looking around the room again, he noticed
some little black cameras in the upper corners of the room. He waved at one. �Hello!
Anybody?�

With a heavy sigh, Waya went and sat back on the bed. He wrapped the blanket around himself and
curled up in the corner.

After a long time, which he had no way of measuring, there
was a series of clicks, and then the metal door opened. Two people entered the room, both dressed in
white lab coats and latex gloves. There
was a blond man with glasses and a blonde woman with very long hair and crazy
eyebrows. Waya looked up at them as they
came in. �Who are you?�

The two didn�t answer, merely studied notepads they were holding.

Waya tried again. �Where am I?�

The man handed his notepad to the woman and came over to
Waya. He crouched by Waya�s side and
took his chin in one hand, examining his eyes.
�No dilation.� The woman made a
note on the pad, and the man tipped Waya�s head up, checking his throat.

�What are you doing?�

The man ran his fingers down Waya�s throat. �Not even a mark.� The woman made another note. The man then pulled the blanket away from Waya
and took one of his arms. He felt Waya�s
pulse and looked at his watch, counting.

�What�s going on?�
Waya was scared now, but he tried to hide it in front of these two
impassive strangers. Neither one had
even so much as looked at him, except to do this examination.

�Pulse is slightly fast, but that�s expected.� Another note.
The man pulled Waya�s arm out, examining it. �Some scarring.� He rubbed his finger over a not-yet-healed
bullet wound.

Waya hissed slightly, jerking his arm away. �That hurt!�
The woman looked up at him, then made another note.

The man just ignored him, moving down to his legs. He examined one, then the other, noting every
fading scar. Waya batted his hands away
when they got too high up, holding his shirt in place. �What are you doing!?�

�How old are you?�
The woman spoke for the first time.

Waya looked up at her, surprised to hear her voice. �Thirteen.
I�m thirteen.�

She wrote that down. �And your
birthday?� She didn�t take her eyes away
from her notes.

�August 12. Why do
you need to know?� The man tried to take
off Waya�s shirt. Waya slapped his
hands. �Stop that!�

The woman set her pad down.
�You hold him, I�ll check.�

The man caught Waya�s hands. Waya
struggled, but the man eventually pinned him to the bed, sitting on his legs
and holding his arms above his head.
�I�m sorry about this position, Dr. Catalonia.�

�I�ll make do.� The woman, Dr. Catalonia,
moved to Waya�s side. She lifted his
shirt and prodded at his chest. Waya
blushed a bright red at being so exposed to these two, but Dr. Catalonia�s
touch seemed purely clinical. He felt
her fingers brushing against sore places, places he knew he had been shot. �Everything looks healed. Can you turn him over?� The man managed to roll Waya onto his
side. Dr. Catalonia
sighed slightly. �I suppose that will have
to do, Seiji.�

�Dr. Ogata,� the man grumbled. �I don�t
call you Dorothy.�

Waya heard Dr. Catalonia
give a light laugh, her fingers skimming along his back. �He�s healed here too. You can let him go.�

Ogata moved off Waya, and Waya scrambled back, pulling his shirt down. Dr. Catalonia
picked up her pad, making a few notes.
Ogata rose to his feet.
�Finished?�

�For now.�

The two scientists started for the door.
Waya stood up. �Wait! What�s going on? Where am I?�

Neither doctor even glanced back at Waya as they left, the door locks clicking
back into place. Waya slumped onto the
bed again, hanging his head. Where in
the world was he?

<><><><><>

Kaga's eyes opened slowly, tiredly. He tried to rub them, but he couldn't move
his arms. He looked up in sleepy
confusion, frowning as he discovered them chained above his head. They still ached from the bullet wounds, but
it was nothing he couldn't easily ignore.
Ignoring the rising panic was, however, much more difficult.

He had been bandaged; he could tell that much. The dull, tingling sensation told him he must
have been hanging like this for a while: although his feet touched the floor,
the blood had still rushed from his wrists to his shoulders. Kaga took stock of his surroundings, finding
himself to be in a strange room made almost entirely of what looked to be
cement, with lots of ways to bind him embedded into the landscape of its
walls.

A draft brushed Kaga's legs and he was made aware of his
clothing... or rather, lack thereof. An
uncomfortable sheen of blush tinted his face, imitating the prominent red
highlights of his chestnut hair. In this
foreign room, clad only in a white t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh, Kaga Tetsuo
resembled the fourteen-year-old boy he was.
He looked around furtively and found a door. One single door that he could not reach.

Kaga�s brow furrowed.
He tried to think, tried to recall the last moments of... Mitani. Mitani's voice. He had just watched Tsutsui get caught and
hauled up by the red-haired boy before yet more policemen arrived. He had screamed at the pair to run, turned to
face the police, his heart pounding in his ears but with resolution in
conjunction with the fear. Mitani and
Tsutsui had to be protected... It was that priority that caused Kaga to accept
his hopeless fate and cause as much hell as he could to keep them from
following his friends (and also for his own, personal satisfaction). When the first bullet had ripped through his
flesh, he was so surprised that he just stared at the dark hole in his leg from
where flowed such a dark red color that he had been mystified. He couldn't believe that came from
inside him. He couldn't believe
they shot him. Kaga resisted the
officers, earning himself two more gunshots.
He couldn't recall a time in his life where he'd felt physical pain that
intense. And at some point, he had been
overwhelmed.

Kaga looked down, trying to see his right thigh. But from the ache in it and his almost
complete inability to operate his right leg, he knew he must not have been here
for long. Wherever here was. He shifted, trying to find a less painful way
to stand there, but he had been arranged in a way that left him barely touching
the floor, forcing him to semi-hang from his aching, abused arms. Fear was snaking around his organs, but he
swallowed it down as much as he could.
He'd never been afraid in his life, not really. Even fighting those bastards who had chased
them, knowing he'd be caught eventually, he hadn't been afraid. Not until he heard and felt the first
gunshot...

Kaga pushed those thoughts aside as the door opened. He
tensed and narrowed his eyes. The
fourteen year old suddenly resembled a nineteen year old, his thin and bandaged
body the only link to what lay inside.
Men in uniforms entered, their gazes crawling up and down him as they
secured the door behind themselves.

One of them spoke, strolling easily up to him. "What's your name?"

Kaga glared, his lips pressed tightly together in a thin
line of defiance.

"... Where did they go?"

When met with more silence, the man moved closer, his
expression darkening. "Tell me
where they are."

"Fuck. You."

Slowly, Kaga began to exert pressure on the metal cuff
holding his wrist. The chain links felt
soft enough. If he concentrated, he
could do it.

"Unruly behavior is not tolerated here. I shall ask you one more time. Where are they?"

Kaga smirked to himself.
The bastard had gotten just within range.

With a quiet grunt, Kaga snapped the chain he had been pulling
thin and lashed it around like a whip.
The sickening sound of bone meeting with high-speed metal echoed in the
blank room. As the man fell unconscious,
his body sent back a few precious feet, Kaga worked to free his other arm.

The guards were well trained, however, and were on him
before he could break free. He yelled
incoherently as he swung the dead weight hanging from his arm at them, trying
to keep them back and hopefully take some out. They swarmed on him, ten men at
least, and within seconds Kaga was breathlessly trying to hit past an
impossible barrier of clubs.

He cried out in pain as they purposefully hit him full
force on his bandages, rendering him helpless.
The sharp, searing pain incapacitated him, his body quivering of its own
accord and unresponsive to his mental screams to protect himself. He couldn't make his eyes open as countless
pairs of hands, thighs and shoulder pinned him to the wall, ground into him,
pummeled him. He managed to knock some
of his assailants off, but it was too late.
Something stabbed his neck from either side and then electricity bolted
through his weakened body.

Kaga jittered uncontrollably, his eyes rolling up in his
head. When they finally turned the taser
off, Kaga slumped forward, hanging by an arm, completely unconscious and
bleeding from various wounds. His skin
was ashen.

It would only be the beginning.

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�Tsutsui?� Mitani
shook Tsutsui�s shoulder, worried. The
older boy was usually up at this hour, getting ready to start another day of
job hunting. Today, however, Tsutsui
just moaned slightly and turned his face away.
�Tsutsui�� His own stomach growled and he covered it with an arm. Nine days since Kaga�s capture. The two boys were slowly starving.

�Just let me sleep today, Mitani. I�m so tired�� Tsutsui curled up slightly.

Mitani let his hand rest lightly on Tsutsui�s shoulder. This was bad.
Swallowing thickly, he slipped his other hand into his pocket and pulled
out a card he had tried to ignore. �I�ll
be back� I�ll get us food,� he whispered, reading the address again. �You just stay here.�

It took Mitani most of the day to find the right
neighborhood and right address. By the
time he stood outside the correct large house, ringing the doorbell, he was
swaying slightly. He was faring only
slightly better than Tsutsui � another day though, and his energy would be
completely drained.

A snooty man in a suit opened the door. He looked down his nose at Mitani. �No hand-outs,� he sniffed, closing the door.

�Wait!� Mitani stuck
his foot in the door, wincing slightly as the man closed it on his foot. �Zama Ouza told me to come here, he gave me
this�� Mitani held out the card, hoping
it would let him in.

The man took the card, looking it over. He then sniffed again and opened the door
wider. �We shall see. Follow me.�
He led Mitani to a sitting room.
�Who shall I say is here?�

�Mi� Robin. Tell him his robin has
come.� Mitani looked at his feet,
feeling terrible about all of this.

�Have a seat.� The
man left the room.

Mitani looked around.
All of the seats were some sort of creamy off-white color. He then looked at his dirty clothes and
decided against sitting. He didn�t want
to mess up any of Zama�s stuff and make him mad.

�It is you!� Mitani
whirled around to see Zama in the doorway. �What brings you to my door, little bird?�

Mitani looked down at his feet again.
�I�m considering a change of profession,� he mumbled.

Zama clapped his hands together. �That�s wonderful! I knew you�d see it my way!�

Mitani looked up at him, eyes fierce.
�But only on my terms.�

�Oh?� Zama cocked
his head to the side � he had never had a boy insist on his own terms
before. This one was amusing. �And what terms are those?�

Mitani forced himself to keep staring Zama in the eye,
so the man knew he was serious. �I will
sleep with you tonight only if you give me a meal first. And I will leave by 2 AM.�

Zama laughed, amused with
Mitani. �Very well, I believe I can
accept those terms.� He walked over to
Mitani, cupping his face with one hand.
�What about your fee? Are you a
virgin?�

Mitani glanced aside, but forced himself to not withdraw
from the touch. ��no.�

Zama looked a little surprised at that. �You certainly get around for such a young
thing.�

Mitani crossed his arms over his chest.
�My past sex life is of no concern to you.�

�Oh, actually, it is. I wouldn�t want to
get sick from you.�

�I�m not sick,� Mitani said. �I went
through a bunch of tests and stuff afterwards, and I�m not sick.�

�Have you had sex after the tests?�
Mitani shook his head, and Zama smiled. �Well then, I guess that will have to
do. Your fee� what about �5,000?� He was fully aware that �5,000 was really
hardly anything to pay a child prostitute, but he had an idea that Mitani was
too inexperienced to know any better.

Sure enough, Mitani nodded once, silently agreeing to the
price. �5,000 was better than the
nothing he had right now, and it would be more than enough to buy a decent meal
for Tsutsui. Zama�s
smile grew. �Excellent. Now, why don�t you come with me. I�ll take you to the dining room, where you
can have your food � you look ready to fall over.�

Mitani trailed after Zama, trying not
to touch anything, lest he leave smudges.
He had his head down and lips pressed tightly together. I�m
sorry, Kaga, he thought. He knew the
older boy would be disgusted with this � especially since all signs indicated
that Kaga wanted to get with Mitani, when he was older. There�s
nothing else right now� but it�s only one time.
Just once.

Zama sat in a chair and patted his
lap. �Come on, sit here.�

Mitani hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath
and climbing onto Zama�s lap. The man wrapped one arm around Mitani�s thin
waist, turning his face to kiss his cheek.
Mitani closed his eyes and tried to ignore Zama.

Thankfully, the food didn�t take too long to arrive. Mitani glanced to Zama
to make sure it was okay for him to start before he dug in, eating as fast as
he could. Zama
watched him inhaling the meal for a moment, and then he turned to the snooty
man, his butler. �Go prepare a bath, and
then stay out of my private rooms for the rest of the night.�

�Yes sir.� The butler
bowed and left the room. Zama
turned his attention back to Mitani, stroking one hand through his hair and
rubbing his thigh with the other.

Mitani choked slightly at the touch, fighting down memories
of Dake-san. He had to go through with
this. It was just one night. He would get through this.

�Eat slowly, little robin.
The food will still be there in thirty seconds. It won�t disappear, I promise.� Zama kissed Mitani�s
chin. �After your dinner, you will take
a bath.�

Mitani nodded, understanding. He continued to eat, eventually slowing and
finally stopping. There was still food
left, but he was feeling full and content for the first time in a while. He was also rather sleepy, a food-induced
stupor, and had almost managed to forget about sitting in Zama�s
lap.

Zama patted his leg when he set his
chopsticks down. �Up, Robin. Bathtime first, and then you�ll join me in my
room.�

Mitani slipped off of Zama�s lap,
dutifully following the man as he led him to the bathroom. It was too late for him to back out of this
now � he had finished part of his payment.

Zama took Mitani into a large black
marble bathroom. �My bedroom is right
through this door,� he said, pointing.
�Wrap yourself in a towel and come out when you�re done � and I expect a
thorough cleaning. You�re filthy. Take too long, however, and I�ll come in to
help you finish.�

Mitani waited for Zama to leave the
room before quickly stripping out of his clothes and climbing into the
bath. He had no desire to have Zama
come in and help him.

The water felt wonderful, closing around his bare skin. Mitani took a breath and ducked under
completely, scrubbing at his face with his hands. He could feel the grime coming off his
skin. After surfacing, he looked around
for some soap.

Everything Mitani could find to wash with smelled like
flowers. He wrinkled his nose at an
overpowering rose-scented shampoo, and discarded a spring bouquet flavor
soap. Zama did
have a lot of options for his bath.
Mitani eventually settled on a faint lavender scented soap and
shampoo. He washed his hair and body
several times each, trying to rid himself of the filth from living on a rooftop
for over a week.

The bath, like the meal, was nice. Again, Mitani almost managed to forgot what
he was really here to do. He actually
hadn�t had a bath, a true bath, since before the orphanage. St. John�s
was only equipped with showers.

Even the bath had to come to an end, though. When the water stopped being a nice, pleasing
warmth around him, and his fingertips were pruny, Mitani pulled the drain open
and reached for one of the towels. He
wrapped it firmly around himself before taking a second towel and rubbing his
hair dry. He then dried his body as best
he could and rewrapped the towel.

Mitani took a deep breath, eyeing the door to Zama�s
room warily. This was it � there would
be no going back once he stepped through that door. He would give his body to Zama. He hugged his arms around him, squeezing his
eyes shut. �I�m sorry, Kaga,� he
whispered, before reaching out and opening the door.

Zama was lying on his bed, watching
Mitani with eyes half-closed. �I was
just about to come get you,� he said.
�Come here.�

Mitani lifted his eyes to see Zama
patting the bed beside him. The older
man was already naked and aroused, lightly stroking one hand over his
cock. Mitani grit his teeth and forced
himself to approach the bed, holding the towel tight around him.

Zama smiled as Mitani climbed onto
the bed, kneeling next to him. The boy
wouldn�t look at him. That would come in
time. �You�re my good little boy, aren�t
you?� He reached over, rubbing Mitani�s
bare shoulders. �You do everything I
tell you to, don�t you?�

Mitani closed his eyes. �Yes sir,� he
said quietly. His experience with his
foster father taught him to not disagree with the man
in power if he wanted the night to be as painless as possible.

Zama took Mitani�s wrists in his
hands, marveling momentarily at how his hand easily curled all the way around
the boy�s small arms. He pulled Mitani�s
arms away from the towel. To his
pleasure, Mitani kept his arms at his sides where Zama
released them. �Such a good robin.� He reached up and lightly tugged at the
towel, unwrapping it from Mitani�s body.
�Such a beautiful bird.�

Mitani closed his eyes as the towel was pulled away. He felt Zama�s hands
on his hips, pulling him closer to the older man. Lips trailed along his throat and down his
chest. Mitani bit his lip, clenching his
hands into fists.

Zama lightly bit Mitani�s chest,
grinning as Mitani gasped and jumped. �Beautiful,�
he repeated, lowering Mitani back onto the bed.
�Open your eyes. Look at me.�

Mitani did as he was told.
He stared blankly at Zama, silently begging him
to just hurry up and get it over with.

Zama chuckled, reaching up to ruffle
Mitani�s hair as he moved over the boy.

<><><><><>

�Tsutsui, wake up!�
Tsutsui moaned slightly, feeling somebody shaking his shoulder. He turned his face away, but the person
persisted. �Up, Tsutsui! I brought you food!�

Food. At that magic word, Tsutsui opened
his eyes. Mitani was crouched by his
side, smelling faintly of lavender. He
had a bag next to him, and was offering Tsutsui some bread. Tsutsui reached for the food, his hand
shaking, and began eating. Mitani
smiled, pulling more out of the bag.

�Aren�t you going to eat any?� Tsutsui asked, already
feeling better.

Mitani shook his head. �Not now � I
already ate. This is for you.�

�Where did you get this?
You didn�t steal it, did you?�
Tsutsui paused in his consumption � he did not want to eat stolen food.

�And what if I did?
You already ate half of it.�

�Mitani!�

Mitani shook his head.
�I ran into a foreigner, helped him find his way to where he was
going. He gave me �5,000. I bought food, brought it back here for you.�

Tsutsui frowned at Mitani. �You
shouldn�t lie about not stealing it � you know I don�t want to resort to
dishonest methods.�

Mitani rolled his eyes, moving to the edge of the roof they were on. �Dishonest, honest, why does it matter so
much? So long as it puts food in our
stomachs, I�m happy.�

Tsutsui frowned, noticing how Mitani wasn�t really
sitting. He had his legs folded under
him and seemed to have his weight forward, over his knees. �Are you all right?�

Mitani turned his head slightly. �I�m
fine.� His answer was short and clipped
though, and Tsutsui sensed that something was wrong.

�Mitani��

Mitani turned back toward the cityscape.
�I�m fine, Tsutsui. I�m just
tired. It�s been a long day � and I
don�t know if I�ll be able to look for Kaga right now.� He sounded saddened. �Do you think he�s still alive?�

Tsutsui went to sit next to Mitani. �I�m sure he is.� He placed a hand on Mitani�s shoulder, but
the younger boy shrugged it off. �They weren�t
shooting to kill him in the alley, they probably wanted him alive for some
reason. So I�m sure he�s still alive
somewhere, and you�ll find him, and we�ll get him out.�

�I miss him.�
Mitani�s voice was quiet.

�So do I,� Tsutsui said, matching Mitani�s volume. �So do I.�

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�Let�s try that one.�
Hikaru pointed at a go salon near a railroad station. �And double the stakes this time.�

�We don�t want to be noticed�� Touya said, wringing his hands. ��5,000 a game is risky as it is��

�We�re not cheating, Touya. They�re not going to call the police on us.�

Hikaru and Touya had found a good source of income � betting
on go games. They had gone into their
first go salon two days after running from the police. Hikaru had asked if the entrance fee could be
waived if he could beat the strongest player at the salon. The owner had agreed, and Sai proceeded to
completely dominate the game. Since
Touya had come with Hikaru, he was allowed to play for free too. They started betting on the outcomes, �5,000
a game. Neither Sai nor Touya lost that
day.

The next day, they went to a different salon, this time with
the funds to pay the entrance fee.
Again, they bet �5,000 a game.
Again, they were undefeated.

They did this every day, moving from salon to salon, and
making enough money to survive on. They
stayed at youth hostels and managed to avoid the police. Touya called himself Shindou Akira to keep
people from recognizing the Touya name, and the two passed as brothers wherever
they went.

Hikaru strode into the salon first, looking around with a
grin on his face. Touya slipped in right
behind him, looking slightly uneasy.

�Welcome!� the woman behind the counter said. �Children are �500.� She had a bright smile, but it was quickly
faltering as she saw and stared at Touya.
�A-Akira-kun?�

Touya looked up at the woman, a slightly puzzled look on his
face. She looked familiar�
�Ichikawa-san?� he guessed.

Ichikawa rushed
around the counter, catching Akira in a tight hug. �Akira-kun!
Akira-kun! You�re here!�

�Hey! Let go of him!� Hikaru was alarmed. The way this woman was holding Touya� if she
was unfriendly toward Bionics, then Touya was effectively trapped.

Sai set one hand on Hikaru�s shoulder. It�s
all right, Hikaru. This is Ichikawa Harumi, from the second batch. She is a Bionic too � FARS.

Hikaru�s eyes widened as he stared at Ichikawa. This was the first living Bionic he had ever
seen outside of the dome.

Touya hugged Ichikawa
back. He had forgotten about this
place. His father used to take him here,
saying, This is my sanctuary, Akira. It shall be yours too. If you ever feel threatened, you can come
here, and nobody will be able to hurt you.

Thinking back on it, Touya wondered if his father had been
talking about just personal troubles, as he had thought at the time, or if he
was trying to tell him that Bionics were safe here, without actually telling
him about Bionics.

Ask her if her go
improved, Hikaru. Tell her that Sai
would love to play a teaching game with her, if she wants to.

�Um� Ichikawa-san? Has your go improved? Sai would love to play a teaching game with
you, if you want to�� Hikaru still
wasn�t all that convinced that this woman could be trusted.

Ichikawa
released Touya and turned to look at Hikaru, her eyes wide. �Sai?
Fujiwara no Sai?�

Hikaru nodded.

�Everything all right, Icchan?� One of the patrons of the salon looked
concerned, several others were looking their way.

Ichikawa laughed
happily. �Oh, yes, everything�s fine! I just
met two old friends who I haven�t seen in a very long time!� She stroked Touya�s cheek before
straightening up. �Why don�t you two go
play? We can talk after the salon
closes, at five.�

With nothing better to do, Hikaru and Touya went off to
play. They played each other several
times, and Touya and Sai played some of the customers, but nobody at this salon
had any interest in betting on the games � they were just there to have fun. One man even asked Touya if he had learned go
from studying Touya Meijin�s kifu, as their styles were rather similar. Touya had smiled happily, saying that yes,
Touya Meijin was his favorite player, and he hoped one day to stand on top of
the go world as the Meijin had.

Hikaru listened quietly.
Touya didn�t seem to fully understand the danger they were in � standing
on top of the go world would likely never happen. Hikaru himself would be happy with just being
able to walk down the street without attempts to capture him being made.

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�This is interesting�� Dorothy murmured, studying a
graph. �There is a slight decay to the
swiftness of his recovery period.�

�It�s also understandable,� Ogata replied, glancing at his
own copy. �The first break took thirty
seconds to heal. The arm was then
rebroken ten minutes later. The second
break took about forty seconds. Again,
rebroken after ten minutes. The third
break took fifty-five seconds.� He
shrugged. �Very little recovery time was
given between the breaks for the body to adjust to the pain of a broken arm and
the energy required to continually heal the arm. Slight increases in recovery period are
expected.�

�Hmm�� Dorothy picked up another graph, the most
recent. �How many times has this
experiment been run now?�

�This appears to be the thirtieth break.�

Dorothy pursed her lips before turning and looking through a one-way
mirror. On the other side was a 5x5 room
with sterile white ceramic tile covering every surface. Waya was curled up in one corner, tears on
his face, as he clutched his right arm against his chest, trying to protect
it. Several large security guards were
in the room with him. It was their job
to break his right arm every ten minutes.
Dorothy nodded once, turning to a speaker system set up between the
rooms. �Take it back to its cell,� she
told the guards. �We are finished for
now.�

�Feeling sympathy?�
Ogata glanced up from the sheets to study his female partner. �It�s frowned upon. You may end up the way of Sato.�

Dorothy tossed her blond hair. �How can one feel sympathy for a creation of
mankind? I�m not crazy like Sato. I merely realize that if we continued our
testing, we may flaw our data for the very reasons you gave � the body needs
more than ten minutes to recover.�

Ogata smirked. �If
you say so, Dr. Catalonia.�

�You doubt me?�
Dorothy arched one of her forked eyebrows, staring coolly at Ogata.

�You�re a female,� Ogata pointed out. �It�s a child. Maternal instinct and all that. Surely you can�t say you don�t feel some
sympathy for the creature � imagine if it were your own son.�

Dorothy laughed. �You never fail to
amuse me. Me, having a child! The very idea is preposterous � it�s like
asking you to give up smoking!� She
turned back to the printouts, a smile still lingering on her face. �We�ll run this again tomorrow, see where his
initial recovery time is. If it�s fallen
back to thirty seconds, we�ll try two breaks at a time for the next session.�

<><><><><>

Identified Bionics:

Ashiwara Hiroyuki HMA??

Fujiwara no Sai MCLR

Hong Su-Yeong HMQ??

Ichikawa Harumi FARS

Isumi Shinchirou HMM??

Kaga Tetsuo HMS??

Ko Yong-Ha HML??

Kurata Atsushi HMP??

Mitani Yuuki HMF??

Saeki Kouji HMMP?

Shindou Hikaru MACCPPR

Shindou Matsuo MACP

Shindou Mitsuko FCPR

Touya Akiko FCMP

Touya Akira HMCMP

Tsutsui Kimihiro HMAC?

Waya Yoshitaka HMR??

?? ?? FCLR

For those of you who didn�t recognize Dorothy Catalonia, she
is a very interesting character from Gundam Wing. She does have very unusual eyebrows, and
actually meshes very well with Ogata.
She�s slightly disturbing and loves war and conflict. She also falsely flatters people and works
her way into positions of power. She�s
not a woman you want to cross.

~Crawler
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