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I�m sorry, everyone, this chapter is not the length I wanted
it to be. There are two reasons behind
that.

1) It was finals week.
I had little to no time to write these past two weeks or so.

2) It�s go-go-go day! (go = 5 in Japan,
05/05/05). I wanted to add something to the HNG fandom
on this day� the next all-fives day is going to be in 50 years. I�m not waiting that
long.

So, finals are over, and I should have plenty of time to
write this summer.

Let�s take a moment of silence for our favorite go-playing
ghost, Sai. May he achieve the hand of
god.

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)

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Bionic � Life - Part One

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After locking up the go salon for the night, Ichikawa
smiled at the two boys and beckoned for them to follow her. She led them through a door concealed by a
bookshelf full of kifu and into a small apartment. It consisted of a small sitting area/kitchen
and two doors leading to other rooms.

�This is my home,� Ichikawa
said. �My room�s there, that room�s an
empty guest room. They�re connected by a
bathroom. It�s not very big, but it�s
comfortable, and hidden.�

�Do you have trouble with police?� Hikaru sat on one of Ichikawa�s
chairs, folding his legs under him. Sai
perched on the back of the chair, and Touya sat on the floor in front of
Hikaru.

Ichikawa moved
around in the kitchen, making tea. �Not
anymore, not really. About fifteen years
ago, the scientists recruited the police to help them round up the escaped
Bionics.� She looked sad as she brought
the pot of tea and several cups to the boys.
�As far as I know, they were successful, killing or catching all but
me.�

�Is this place really safe?�
Touya asked softly, accepting a cup of tea with a grateful smile.

�As safe as can be expected,� Ichikawa
replied. �If I�m quiet, nobody suspects
I live back here. And I�m definitely
strong enough to hold the door against anyone who tries to break in, and my
regenerative properties allow me to not be as affected by wounds.� She sipped from her tea, taking the other
chair in the room, contemplating something.
�Akira-kun, if you don�t mind me asking, where have you been these past
years?�

�I�ve been at an orphanage,� Touya said, looking into his tea. �St. John�s.�

�How did you survive the crash?�

�I wasn�t on the plane.� Touya swirled
his cup, watching the liquid spin. �I
wasn�t feeling well, so I was put in the care of a sitter � Mother and Father
didn�t want to take me overseas if I was going to be throwing up the entire
trip.�

�Logical,� Ichikawa
murmured. �Very� eh, how much of the story do you know?�

�I told him about the idea and the growing and Dr. Sato�s
involvement and the rebellion,� Hikaru said.
�And about me.�

�Yes� you said your name was Shindou.
Your parents are Matsuo and Mitsuko, correct?� Ichikawa
sighed, setting her teacup down. �It�s
wonderful to meet you, and to see that two Bionics can in fact have a child�
but at the same time, I�m disgusted that the scientists took it so far as to
control the breeding of the Bionics.�
She shook her head, to clear her mind.
�Anyway� yes. Leaving you with a
sitter when you were sick is a very Sato-like thing to do. Your father was an amazing man, Akira-kun,
but he did have a tendency to think a bit too practically and scientifically
about things.� She smiled at Touya. �Where are you living now?� When Hikaru and Touya exchanged an uneasy, Not really sure..., glance, Ichikawa
just nodded. �You ran away from the
orphanage, didn�t you? Well, you two
could live here, with me, if you�d like.
I have an extra room � it was actually meant to be for your parents,
Akira-kun, but I�m sure you and Shindou-kun would find it adequate, if you
don�t mind sharing.�

�Oh no, we don�t mind at all,� Touya said. �We shared a room back at the orphanage, it
should be fine.�

�Excellent! Now,
about that game Sai offered�� Ichikawa
pulled out a foldable goban with a flourish.
�Is he up for it now?�

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�How�s he doing?� Kurata asked Saeki, peering down at
Ashiwara.

�He�s doing fine,�
Ashiwara replied. �As fine as can be
expected, at least.�

�You sound cranky, Ashiwara.
It�s not like you to be cranky.�
Kurata blinked round eyes at Ashiwara, merely making an observation.

Ashiwara sighed and pressed his cheek against Saeki�s
hand. His lover had been silently
stroking his face while Kurata talked.
�I�m sorry, Kurata. I am cranky�
I hate being so helpless.�

�We�re both helpless,� Kurata pointed out. �Isumi�s the only one who can do anything.�

Ashiwara glanced off to the side where Isumi�s figure could
barely be made out, hunched over in a corner.
�How much longer?� he asked softly.
�How much longer will he stay with us?�

�He really loved Waya,� Kurata replied, just as
quietly. �And Waya would have wanted him
to stay alive.�

�But that�s not living.�
Ashiwara turned his face away from Isumi. �That�s surviving. Isumi�s body exists, but his heart is
gone.� Saeki twirled a lock of
Ashiwara�s hair in his fingers, and Ashiwara reached up with his uninjured arm
to hold Saeki�s hand. �You�re hardly
living too, Kouji.�

�I killed.� Saeki�s
voice was hoarse, as he rarely used it these past weeks. �I don�t deserve to live.�

�They killed first.
Waya. And you gave him plenty of
opportunities to run off and survive.
It�s not your fault.�

�We�ve been over this.�
Kurata turned away from the pair, moving to their food stash. �Countless times. And we get the same result each time. There�s nothing we could have done to save
Waya. There�s nothing we could have done
to avoid killing that one officer. Not
if we wanted to escape with what lives we were able to spare.� He poked through the boxes of food. �Isumi, we�re out
of chocolate.�

�Chocolate isn�t necessary, don�t make him go out.�

�We need chocolate to keep our morals high.
They�re already sagging. Isumi, could you�?�
Kurata let his sentence hang. A
moment later, Isumi unfolded his lanky form and
climbed to his feet. He
melted through the wall, head down, shoulders slumped.

�Kurata, really, chocolate�s not necessary!�

�No, but getting Isumi moving is.� Kurata sighed, pulling a dry carrot from the
box and biting it. �If we don�t keep
sending him out on small odd jobs, getting exercise and fresh air, he�ll
probably just give up and die in his corner, and we wouldn�t even know. He needs to see how life goes on, even
without Waya.�

The four boys had been hiding in this abandoned warehouse
for close to two weeks now. It had been
securely sealed after the decision was made to tear it down, but nobody had
bothered to actually destroy it in fifty years. The police had no reason to suspect it was
the new home of four extraordinary orphans, one of whom could walk right
through the walls.

Isumi, with Ashiwara�s help, had
brought the boys in, but then Ashiwara was confined to bed rest by Saeki and
Kurata, as neither wanted to see his shoulder wound take a turn for the
worse. As a result, Isumi
was the only one who had been outside since they moved in. He would run errands for the group, bringing
food and supplies back to the building.
When he was not performing a task given to him, he would curl up in the
darkest corner of the room (it was lit by a handful of flashlights and a stolen
supply of batteries) and mourn Waya�s passing.
Not even Ashiwara could coax words from him anymore.

Saeki wasn�t much better.
He had fallen into silence, a sort of self-punishment, for killing the
officer who had shot Ashiwara. He did
little more than sit by Ashiwara�s side, stroking his face or holding him while
he slept.

Ashiwara was rapidly growing sick of his confinement to
bed. He wanted to get up and move
around, to go outside and see the sun again, or even to be allowed to use the
bathroom without Saeki trailing after him.
He was only shot in the shoulder, it wasn�t like he was going to fall over!

Kurata seemed to have taken charge of the group. He seemed to have the best grasp of what was
going on, and had told the other three how his intuition had shown him images
of some of the other escapees, like Kaga and Waya, being tortured after being
captured by the police. He claimed they
had been glimpses of a possible future.
While Waya had died, there was a chance Kaga had been captured, as well
as the others. He had not, however, seen
anything of any use since that day.

Together, in a dim room, the four existed, trying to come up
with a plan on how to thrive with this new world they were exposed to.

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Kaga hung limply from his chains, eyes closed, his breath
coming slow and painfully. Yet another
beating had left him dazed and aching.
It seemed like he could barely pass a day without the guards entering
his cell.

�Psst!�

There was a sound above him, but Kaga didn�t bother to even lift his head.
There really wasn�t a point to look up.
Not yet, at least. If it was important, it would be more
insistent.

�Kaga!
Kaga-chan!� He felt his fingers
being tickled, and his eyes widened as his brain registered the words. Only one person called him Kaga-chan and got
away with it, and even that was rare.

�What the hell are you doing here, Mitani?� Kaga still didn�t lift his head, and he kept
his voice quiet. There was a chance the
guards were watching him with their cameras, and he didn�t want to seem
suspicious in their eyes.

Mitani ran his finger over Kaga�s once more before pulling back. He was hanging upside down outside the
window, his legs curled over a pipe conveniently running over Kaga�s
window. There wasn�t any room to be
right side up, not if he wanted to be able to see Kaga. �I�m looking for you, baka! What do you think I�m doing, stopping by for
tea and cookies?�

Kaga bristled. His
chains clinked slightly as he shifted.
�Get out of here, Mitani. It�s
not safe. If they catch you�� He didn�t want to even
think of the possibility of Mitani in the hands of these people.

Mitani�s laugh was quiet.
�They�d have to catch me first, Kaga.
This place has so many pipes and bars� it�s just a giant jungle gym for
me, but it�ll be pure torture for them to manipulate through. I�m safe.�

�Guns, Mitani? They can shoot?�

�They�d have to aim, and by the time they do, I�d have moved on. Come on, Kaga, you know what I�m capable
of. Give me some credit � I got in
without any problems, didn�t I?�

�Mitani�� Kaga�s voice was low and
exasperated. Despite his frustration
with Mitani, he was inwardly ecastic just to hear the boy�s voice again. He�d had no way of knowing if Mitani and
Tsutsui had gotten away, or if they had been killed, or captured. Mitani talking to him through the window was
proof that Mitani, at least, had escaped.
�Is Tsutsui safe?�

Mitani nodded, then realized Kaga wouldn�t have seen
it. �Yeah, Tsutsui�s safe. Relatively speaking. As safe as he can be at this point, without
me around.�

�Go back to him.�

Mitani scoffed, running his fingers around the bars on Kaga�s window, studying
them. �Not until I figure out how to get
you out of here.�

�Don�t, Mitani��

�Don�t free you? Even I won�t follow that order, Kaga.�

Kaga closed his eyes, fighting the urge to look up, to see the face of one of
his closest friends, to confirm with his own eyes that Mitani was indeed as
alive and well as he sounded. �Mitani,
just go. Now.� There was a long silence. Mitani wasn�t answering, but he made no
sounds of departure either. �Mitani� I
sacrificed my freedom so you and Tsutsui could get away. Are you going to make my sacrifice be in
vain?�

�I will get you out,� Mitani said,
his voice fierce with his determination.

Kaga smiled weakly as he heard the softest rustle of
fabric. When he finally did look up,
Mitani was gone. �Stay safe,� he
whispered.

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�That�s them?�

�Yes.�

�Don�t look like much.�

�The black-haired one�s fast.�

�Lots of kids are fast.�

�Not this fast.�

�And what about the tall one?�

�No idea. He
doesn�t seem to have Bionic abilities, but that could just mean he has psychic
abilities, or be one of the calculating ones.
His mind could be dangerous, and we wouldn�t know until it�s too late.�

�Well then, we�ll just have to strike first.�

�Got him!�

�Quick, get the little one, while he�s still surprised, before he runs!�

�Two down, none to go. We�re looking at
a nice promotion.�

�...�

��

�What the hell did you put in that gun!?�

�It�s just a tranquilizer! I swear!�

�Tranquilizers don�t cause these seizures!�

�Hold him!�

�You hold him!�

The two officers who had tracked down Ko Yong-Ha and Hong
Su-Yeong now stood over the boys, watching in shock as the Koreans had violent
seizures. Their mission had been to
capture these two and knock them out with tranquilizers, then bring them back
to the labs. Neither were expecting the
boys to writhe on the ground, pain written across their faces. Su-Yeong�s eyes were closed, but Yong-Ha
stared up at the men as he seized, his eyes wide and accusing.

Yong-Ha was the first to still, his body suddenly going
limp. He still stared at the men, but
his eyes were glassy and dull. Su-Yeong
fell still moments later. The officers
exchanged a worried glance before one knelt and checked their pulses.

He found none.

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�I can count your every rib.� Zama ran his fingers
along Mitani�s bare chest.

Mitani said nothing, his eyes open (at Zama�s request),
but staring off to the side of him.

Zama moved his hands down, petting
Mitani�s hips. �You�re very bony for a
pre-teen.� Mitani still didn�t
respond. Zama
sighed, wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling him close. �I�m concerned, Robin. This is the third time in slightly over a
month that you�ve come to my door, filthy and starving. Not that I�m complaining �
I get to spend these nights with you � but I�m worried for your well-being. Do you have a home?�

�My private life is none of your business.�
Mitani�s voice was flat, emotionless, and his eyes were carefully masked
and slanted away from Zama.

Zama turned Mitani so they lay chest
to chest, and ran his hand along Mitani�s back.
�I can feel every individual bone in your spine, and your face is
becoming sunken. You�re starting to
resemble a withered old man, and not the vibrant youth I know you can be. You are
starving, my beautiful bird, wasting away, for no reason.�

�I will not move in with you.� This was
the third time Mitani had laid in Zama�s embrace. �5,000 did not feed two growing boys for very
long, even with the thrifty Tsutsui budgeting carefully. They would go without food for a week or so
after the money ran out before Mitani would return to Zama�s
house, offering himself just one more time.
Each time, Zama would feed and bathe him, then
offer to share his house as he held Mitani close.

Zama sighed again. �I really wish you would, so I know you are
safe.� He kissed Mitani, trying to coax
a response from the small mouth. But
Mitani did no more than part his lips.
He didn�t return the kiss, merely allowed Zama to
kiss him. It was frustrating,
really. And yet, he could not seem to
get enough of this boy. �What if��

�No.�

�You haven�t even heard my suggestion.�

�If it involves me spending more time with you, then I refuse.�

�Come see me every night.�

�No.�

�And I will double your fee.�

��

Zama smiled. ��10,000 a night. Seven nights a week. You�ll be taking home �70,000 a week.�

And be left too sore
to do anything except curl up in bed and pray Tsutsui and Kaga don�t find out
what�s going on. I don�t think so. �No.�

�You were more hesitant that time.� Zama
stroked Mitani�s back again. �Which
means you must have considered it, even for a moment. What if� what if I give you Mondays and
Fridays off?� Zama
could feel Mitani�s breath, steady and warm against his chest as the boy
debated with himself. He raised one
hand, stroking Mitani�s hair. �It could
be worse, you know. I feed you. I bathe you.
I do not beat you or chain you to the bed or
force you to do humiliating things. I
merely make love to you, and pay you for it.�

Mitani closed his eyes. What you do to me can hardly be called love�
but it could be worse. At least, with you, I know what to expect. �Sundays, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
off,� he said quietly. �And you don�t
pressure me to move in with you. And I
still leave by 2.�

�Only three days a week?�

�I am only human,� Mitani replied. �And,
in case you didn�t notice, there is a large size difference between us. No matter how careful you are, I still need
time to recover.�

Zama chuckled, tilting Mitani�s face
up again to kiss him. �Very well. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, you are
mine� but I only pay you �7,500 a night.�

Mitani let Zama kiss him, a heavy
weight on his chest. If he said no, he
and Tsutsui would continue their lives as they were
now, with hunger a constant ache in their stomachs and cold quickly creeping up
on them, as winter neared. But if he
said yes� if he said yes, maybe they could afford to get a roof over their
heads and walls around them, and regular meals� and he�d officially be a whore. And Kaga would kill him. But they wouldn�t be hungry, or cold� �I will
agree to that, but only if I am allowed to quit at any time.�

Zama laughed again, rolling Mitani
onto his back and getting up on all fours over him. �Of course, Robin. I will even pay you �7,500 for this night,
and you will return on Tuesday.�

Mitani opened his eyes, staring straight at Zama as he
took a shaky breath. �I agree,� he
whispered, feeling his heart shrivel in his chest. His body now belonged to this man.

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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??

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 HMCLR

Waya�s Mother FCLR

Yes, there will be more soon. Again, I�m sorry.

And yes� I did kill Hong Su-Yeong and Ko Yong-Ha. Apparently, there is something about the mix
of human and Bionic genes that reacts negatively when the common types of
tranquilizers are used. In large doses �
enough to tranquilize someone � the reaction is fatal.

Horizont, I can�t say I�ve ever
read HEX. Maybe I�ll try to find it this
summer. Thank you for leaving a review.

~Crawler
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