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Everyone, I am so terribly, horribly, very very sorry for making you wait MONTHS for this. SO sorry!
But now, here�s the next chapter to Bionic,
an actual chapter this time, and not some odd little interlude that had nothing
to do with anything. It�s a bit short,
but I�m working on writing more even right now as I type this. The next chapter should not take this long to come out.

But first, a mini-rant.
Everyone tells me �Use Firefox Explorer! It�s so much better than the dumb Microsoft one!�

Yeah, right. Then
tell me why Firefox likes to shut down on me? Or why when one window decides to freeze up
and demand I quit, ALL the windows are closed, even the ones still
behaving? And why does Firefox freeze up more often than Internet Explorer? And why does Internet Explorer behave itself
this whole time?

I don�t know, but I don�t see why Firefox
is so much better. (Sorry about the rant, but Firefox just shut down a bunch of my windows again, as I
attempted to log into my account to put this chapter up and as I attempted to
see what reviews I had yet to respond to.)

If you look back to chapter 5 (Life, Part 1), you�ll notice
I�m using �It�s finals week� as an excuse. Well... I�m pulling
that one out again. I actually have
another two weeks before finals, but these are the weeks where everything is
due and professors are trying to squeeze in as much learning as possible. I am still writing Bionic, however, even
during most of my classes (all of them, actually... heh...
bad Crawler, study more!). I may not,
however, have time to type it up and post another chapter until after Dec. 15^th, the day of my last finals.

I promise, though, that I�ll have another chapter up by
Christmas. I swear it.

Enough of me rambling now, on with the part you�ve all been waiting
for!

Traits:

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

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

F/M: Female/Male

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

C: Calculating (really really
smart)

F: Flexibility (agile and bendy)

L: Linguistic (good with languages)

M: Morphable
(able to manipulate self/environment)

P: Psychic (supernatural or mental
abilities)

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

R: Regenerative (Fast healing)

S: Strength (physical strength without
bulky muscles)

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Bionic � Future

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They look like ducks. Kurata watched Isumi moving around their dark
home, attempting to tidy it up, with Le Ping trailing along behind him, always
just two steps away, never more. Isumi�s the mommy duck, and Le Ping�s the
baby.

When Isumi and Ashiwara had returned one night with
groceries and a miniature Waya, neither Kurata nor Saeki knew what to say. Neither of them had the heart to turn the
little boy out either, especially not after seeing life in Isumi�s dark eyes
again.

Kurata found it interesting to watch Le Ping grow accustomed
to them. At first, he would only cling
to Isumi�s shirt, occasionally making chirping noises. He�d peer out between his fingers, watching
the other three with his hawk-like eyes.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the boy began to detach himself from Isumi, hesitantly
trying out their words on his tongue. It
was during this time that they learned the boy�s name, Le Ping. He had pressed one hand to his chest and
declared, �Me Le Ping!� before hiding behind Isumi�s long legs again.

Kurata watched as the two sat down, Isumi cross-legged on
the cement floor, Le Ping scrambling into his lap. Time for another language lesson. Isumi opened up a worn book and began to read
aloud, following the words with his finger so Le Ping could keep up. Kurata smiled, closing his eyes in a slow
blink. When he opened them again, he
found himself running through the streets of Tokyo.

The sudden change was a bit disorienting � but only a
little. Kurata had grown used to this,
his �intuition.� Now he just relaxed and
tried to pick up as many details as he could.

Saeki, Ashiwara, Isumi, and he were running past Li�s
Diner. Left at the ramen stand, followed
by a right at the derelict park and another left in a block... Kurata mentally
drew a map as his psyche was pulled along by the four. Where was Le Ping? How far into the future was this?

There. The future-Kurata stopped, crouching in an
alley and gesturing at a twelve-foot-tall cement wall topped with barbed
wire. Go straight through. He�s on the
fifth floor, on the opposite side.

Isumi nodded, reaching out to take Ashiwara�s hand. Ashiwara gave him a wane smile as he nodded
back.

Good luck. Saeki squeezed Ashiwara�s shoulder briefly
before stepping away.

Kurata blinked again, and the scene had changed. Now he was in a small cell, dimly lit by the
full moon and bright lights of the compound outside. There was a sniffling sound coming from a
corner. Kurata turned, slowly, and saw a
boy curled up in that corner, rocking back and forth, tears falling from glassy
gold eyes. �Le Ping!� So that was what had happened to the
boy! Le Ping didn�t respond � he didn�t
know Kurata�s psyche was present. No one
ever did in these visions.

Waya!

Kurata turned at the whisper, watching Isumi and Ashiwara
melt through the wall.

Waya! Isumi released Ashiwara�s hand and hurried
toward the crying boy.

Kurata blinked again, and the sight of Le Ping curled up in
Isumi�s lap returned to him. He blinked
a few more times, to make sure he had seen the whole vision, trying to sort it
out in his mind.

�Kurata?� Ashiwara
had come up beside him and now touched his shoulder lightly. �Are you all right? You look awfully pale... was it another
vision?�

�Yeah.� Kurata nodded
once, finishing his mental reviewing of the scene.

�Was it a good vision?�
Isumi spoke up now, pausing in his reading. Not all of Kurata�s visions were good, and
most weren�t even all that useful (a glimpse of Shindou walking down the street
didn�t really help anyone).

�Waya was in it,� Kurata said quietly.

Isumi�s arms tightened around the child in his lap, making
Le Ping squirm. �Are you sure it was
Waya, and not Le Ping?� His voice was
flat, strained, as he tried to force the words out without letting hope
grow. Waya was supposed to be dead, but
Kurata only saw what-might-be, not what-could-have-been. If he had
seen Waya, that meant Waya had to
be alive, right now.

Kurata nodded again, slowly.
�He was in a dark cell, and then you and Ashiwara came through the wall,
and you called his name and went to him.�

�And then what?� Now
Saeki had joined their conversation.

�And then it ended.�
Kurata shrugged. �I did see how
to get to him, however.�

Isumi set the book aside, looking determinedly at
Kurata. �Tell me.�

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�Thank you very much for applying for this position. We will make our decision in about a week,
and we will get back to you then.�

�No, thank you for
taking the time to interview me.�

Tsutsui kept his bright smile on his face even as he walked
out the doors of the office building. He
knew, however, that he wouldn�t get this job either. Something about the vapid blankness of the
interviewer�s smile and her wide-eyed �yes, of course I�m interested!� stare
gave it away to the young teen.

His smile faded, however, when he couldn�t find Mitani�s red
hair among the people lingering outside.
Normally, the younger boy slept the days away, serving Zama
and visiting Kaga during the nights.
Today, however, Mitani had been awake and bored, so he decided to
accompany Tsutsui on his job hunt.
�Mitani? Mitani?� Tsutsui looked around, feeling panic welling
up within him. Did the police come? Was Mitani attacked by some of the gangs that
occasionally cropped up in this area? �Mitani!�
Was he laying dead in some alley somewhere, his body hacked to pieces by
a random wandering serial killer who liked to prey on young, flexible boys with
red hair?

�Yo.�

Or was Mitani standing right behind him, hands in his
pockets, a strange expression on his face.
�Mitani! There you are! Don�t do
that! Never again! When you say you�re going to wait for me, wait for me! Don�t scare me like that..� Tsutsui trailed off as he finally recognized
Mitani�s expression � it was joy. And
excitement. And life. Of course, all of
these were covered by Mitani�s �I�m too cool to care� face, but very
poorly. Mitani hadn�t looked this happy
since he began sleeping with Zama. �Mitani?
What have you been doing?�

�Come here.� Mitani
pulled one hand out of his pocket to grab Tsutsui�s arm and tug him down the
street. �I found something...�

�A way to get Kaga out?�
Tsutsui couldn�t think of anything else that would make Mitani so
excited.

Mitani paused for a moment, shaking his head slowly. �No, not yet... Just come on.�

Tsutsui allowed Mitani to lead him through a crowd of people
and up to a strange setup. Upon closer
inspection, Tsutsui saw the contraption Mitani had found was a trapeze of sorts
� a portable one.

�Jinx! Jinx!�
Mitani was calling to someone, trying to get the attention of a young
woman with curly brown hair who was dressed in a multi-colored leotard. �I came back!�

The woman�s face split into a broad grin when she saw Mitani
and heard what he was calling to her.
She came running towards the pair, breaking into a series of handsprings
that landed her just inches away from Tsutsui�s nose. �Hellooo!
You must be Tsutsui!� She grabbed Tsutsui�s hand, pumping it
enthusiastically. �Not much in the way
of family resemblance, except for the height, but I�m hardly one to talk.� She broke off in a fit of giggles, as she
herself barely stood an inch taller than Tsutsui.

�Oniisan,
this is Jinx. She�s offering me a job.�

Tsutsui was terribly confused by all of this, and Jinx�s
giggles weren�t helping. �A job?� She didn�t seem to be the type who liked to
sleep with thirteen-year-old boys, but even if she were, Tsutsui would not let Mitani bring another person into
his bed. Zama
was bad enough.

Jinx nodded, reaching out to ruffle Mitani�s hair. �This little bugger�s such a show off! Showed us up,
as a matter of fact!�

�Wha...?� Tsutsui
stared at Mitani, begging for a rational explanation, one that Mitani was able
to provide.

�Jinx works with the Tokyus circus. She�s a trapeze artist. To advertise the circus, they set up this rig
and are letting other people try it out.�

�We make sure they�re strapped in and have a nice pillow to
land on,� Jinx interrupted, trying to soothe away Tsutsui�s worried expression.

�It looked fun,�
Mitani continued. �So I asked if
I could try it. Jinx helped me into the
harness and I did it � and now she wants to hire me.�

�He claims he�s
never been on a trapeze before.� Jinx
rolled her eyes. �So I rig him up and
let him go and the little monkey goes and pulls off a one-man version of our
demo show we did not five minutes earlier, complete with the triple-twist
ending!� Jinx put her hands on her hips,
mock scowling as she leaned forward.
�And then he tells us he can�t
accept any jobs without his big brother�s permission and ran off.�

�Job?� Tsutsui
repeated, still confused.

�As a trapeze artist,� Mitani supplied.

�But why?� Tsutsui
shook his head. �Mi-Yuuki is just a
kid.� He figured, since Mitani was
calling him oniisan, big brother, he might as well
call him by his given name, to keep the story straight with Jinx. �Why would you��

�Because he showed us up.�
Jinx ruffled Mitani�s hair again (Tsutsui was surprised Mitani was
allowing the touches). �And because we
need him. See?� She gestured toward a poster announcing �The
Seven Flying Marauders of the Tokyus, TONIGHT ONLY!� �Seven.
We�re currently down to six � Trouble had a bit of trouble, broke his
arm��

Tsutsui�s face went white.
�And you want Mit-Yuuki to replace him!?�

Jinx laughed, shaking her head and making her curls bounce
against her cheeks. �Our act is
perfectly safe... pretty much. Trouble �
oh, he�ll hate me for telling you this � but he tripped and fell over his own
feet, and that�s how he broke his
arm.�

�Can I join?� Mitani
turned his eyes back to Tsutsui. �I
won�t get hurt. You know I won�t.�

After Tsutsui had found out about Zama,
he had made Mitani promise that before the younger boy took another job, he�d
discuss it with Tsutsui. Tsutsui did not want another surprise like that
one. He was still surprised, however,
that Mitani was actually following through on the promise, asking him for
permission, especially with how much Mitani obviously wanted this job. For once, the boy seemed to be excited about
something, rather than just dully making his way through each day. It was almost as if Mitani had completely
forgotten about Zama, or if Zama didn�t even
exist. Tsutsui couldn�t refuse anything
that made Mitani this alive. �You really
want this?� Mitani nodded fervently. �And you want him?� Tsutsui frowned slightly at Jinx, not sure
what to make of this girl.

�Of course we want him.
It�d be a lot easier � not to mention cheaper � to just replace Trouble
rather than working out a new routine and drawing up new posters...� Jinx shrugged. �We�ll pay him, teach him up, get him a
costume... but he�ll have to work.�

�I�ll work!
Tsutsui...�

Tsutsui pushed his glasses up his nose. �Okay.
Mi-Yuuki, you can join, but you have to be the responsible one. Find out the hours, the pay, and make sure
there are no conflicts with your other obligations.�

Mitani nodded. �I
will. Don�t worry, Tsutsui.�

�Who�s worried?�
Tsutsui watched as Jinx led Mitani off somewhere, to hammer out the
details.

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�Jinx wanted to know why you kept calling me Mi-Yuuki,�
Mitani informed Tsutsui later that night, over dinner.

�What did you tell her?�

�I said you were used to calling me Mitani-chan, because I
was the baby of the family, but you must have figured that in public, it would
be better to call me by my name rather than some cutesy nickname.�

Tsutsui smiled a bit at that. �And who�s in our family, then?�

�There�s only three of us.
I told Jinx that our parents were dead, but we lived with our older
brother, Mitani Kaga. He�s always busy
though, working to provide for us, and that�s one reason why I was eager for
the job � we needed the money. You�re
the middle brother, Mitani Tsutsui, and if there was a job at the circus for
you too, you�d like to hear about it.�

Tsutsui nodded, pushing some rice around on his plate. �So, what are the hours?�

�I�ll be working during the day, from 2:30 to 4:30, Monday
through Saturday, noon to four on Sundays, and six to ten every night. The pay�s not great, only �100 an hour, but
that�s because they�re considering me a student, so it�s really only pocket
money. I didn�t want to ask for anything
more though.�

�No point in drawing more attention to ourselves.�

�Yeah.�

�Speaking of drawing attention...� Tsutsui looked over the top of his glasses at
Mitani. �How are you going to avoid
being recognized if police ever come to the circus? Even if they come off-duty, with their
families, all it would take is one who notices you...�

�Jinx showed me some sample costumes. They�re really wild � and most of the
Marauders have dyed their hair bright colors.
And I�ll be really high
up.� Mitani shrugged. �It shouldn�t be a problem.�

�Is it worth the risk?�
Tsutsui asked quietly.

�It is.� Mitani set
his chopsticks down, staring at his plate.
�When it... when I was on the trapeze, everything else fell away.� His fingers twisted in his napkin, crushing
it. �I could forget about Kaga being
trapped in that place, about my past, about Zama...�

�Are you going to see him tonight? Kaga?�

�Yeah.�

�Give him... tell him I miss him, that I�m still trying to
get him out. And we will get him out, soon.�
Mitani had drawn up some rough plans of Kaga�s prison, from his
observations, and Tsutsui spent all his free time pouring over them, trying to
come up with a plan to get Kaga out without getting any of them killed.

�Sure.� Mitani rose,
setting his dishes in the sink. �Tsutsui?�

�Mm?�

�Thanks.�

�Anything to keep you sane.�
Tsutsui turned to watch Mitani pull on a dark sweatshirt, tucking his
red hair into the hood. �Stay safe.�

�You too.� Mitani
tugged the hood low over his eyes and slipped out the door.

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Identified Bionics:

Ashiwara Hiroyuki
HMA??

Fujiwara no Sai
MCLR

Hong Su-Yeong HMQ??

Ichikawa Harumi FARS

Isumi Shinchirou
HMM??

Kaga Tetsuo
HMCPS

Ko Yong-Ha HML??

Kurata Atsushi HMP??

Le Ping C13HMCLR

Mitani Kyo MF??

Mitani Yuuki
HMF??

Saeki Kouji
HMMP?

Shindou Hikaru
MACCPPR

Shindou Matsuo
MACP

Shindou Mitsuko FCPR

Touya Akiko
FCMP

Touya Akira
HMCMP

Tsutsui Kimihiro
HMAC?

Waya Yoshitaka
HMCLR

Waya Aya FCLR

Yang Hai MCFL

Everyone, thank you for your concern and patience with my
healing arm. That is not the reason this
chapter took so long (I kinda temporarily fell out of
the HnG fandom, but am crawling back into it now),
but I appreciate your concern anyway. ^__^

~Crawler
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