Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Eleven: The Forgotten ( Chapter 11 )
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By: PixieDust291 
Chapter Eleven
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.12.2009 | Updated On: 01.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 303 | Status: Completed
Chapter Eleven
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.12.2009 | Updated On: 01.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 303 | Status: Completed
This chapter contains sexual behavior, horrific descriptions, and contains some very mature situations and conversations. You have been warned!
Chapter Eleven: The Forgotten
Sora stirred as he heard the faint annoying sound of a bird. He rolled over in his half-woken slumber and snuggled into the cushions of his soft bed. He didn’t want to get up. He was sure he didn’t have any classes today, and he didn’t think he had to work at Tifa’s restaurant, so he saw no reason to why he couldn’t sleep in this morning.
But that bird…that bird’s chirping was like someone drilling a jackhammer two inches from his head. He covered his ears, wishing the worm-eating beast would cease its cries to the rising sun. His ears hurt, his head hurt, his whole body hurt, but he couldn’t remember why.
He groaned, opening his blue orbs to stare blankly at his alarm clock, which flashed the numbers 12:00 over and over. He sighed and rose from the warm cocoon of his blankets, then looked down and fingered at his jeans. That was strange. He could have sworn he had gone to bed in his pajamas…and where the hell was his shirt? Sora shrugged, thinking himself just forgetful and nothing more.
After brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and applying a rather unhealthy amount of hairspray to his chocolate brown roots, Sora entered the living room and turned on the TV. He wanted to watch the news while he cooked his breakfast.
As the egg in the frying pan sizzled, Sora flipped through the channels and landed on the news. On the screen, a guy with spiky black hair beamed and gestured to a large building.
“Thanks, Reno. Hi, I’m Zack Fair. In today’s news, the Diamond Wing Corporation has agreed to hold an actual meeting on the delay and output of the latest persocom model. Yes, fans of this corporation’s products have been practically palpitating for the new Twilight Lover series. The corporation itself has set up high expectations by saying that this model will be practically human.”
The camera then moved to show rows upon rows of seated people as they looked expectantly up at a blank stage.
Sora gazed at the screen with a confused expression. Why were all those people there for just a conference about the production of another sex doll? From what Sora observed, that’s really all persocoms were. People treated them like emotionless computers or meaningless sex objects.
Sora leaned back his head. He recalled having a conversation with a persocom once. It was a beautiful black-haired girl with crimson red eyes. She had acted human enough, and Sora just couldn’t believe she was a program.
Sora cursed as he noticed the black edges on his egg. Great, now he would have to eat burned food. Jeez, he never was really any good at cooking. It was then that the phone rang.
The brunet answered. “Hello?”
“Hi Sora, it’s me, Tifa.”
“Oh! Hi Tifa, something wrong?”
“Yes, I just wondering when you were going to come into work today.”
“What?! Oh my God, I work today?”
“Yes, you were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
“OH! I’m so sorry, I’ll leave right now!”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
Sora hung up the phone and shoved the egg into his mouth. He cringed at its uncooked consistency and heat as it burst on his palate. He dashed into his room, stumbling out a few moments later with his shirt on backward, two different socks, and one shoe on. He tripped over the couch as he tied his laces, then sprang to his feet and shut off the TV. He then grabbed his coat and wallet before slamming the door and dashing down the hall.
“Hey! Good to see you again!” came a hyper girlish voice.
Sora turned to see a girl dressed exactly like him with short black hair and a bandanna. Her brown eyes gazed at him, filled with humor and delight.
“Um, hello. Do I know you?” Sora asked, his brows furrowed.
The girl snorted a laugh. “Of course you do. You came into the clothing store a few days back, remember? You had the silver-haired boy with you and that absolutely adorable blond. I believe he was your BF, correct?”
Sora stared at the girl as if she were mad. “What? I haven’t gone shopping with Riku anytime recently, and I most certainly do not have a boyfriend.”
“But that blond–he dressed up in a Lolita summer dress. And I saw how your face went bright pink.”
“You must be mistaking me for someone else. I don’t know any blond cross-dressing guys and I was not in any clothing store in the last week. Who are you, anyway?”
“I’m Yuffie, Tifa’s cousin. I’m here babysitting the kids upstairs.”
“Oh,” was all Sora could say. He disconnected the computer link and then walked back out into the crowd of hungry people.
Sora let his mind mull over all events in the past week–he had gotten the job from Tifa, went home, went to his classes, cleaned up his apartment, and…and…he couldn’t remember doing anything more. This worried him. All he could remember was doing the exact same routine for days in a row until now…
His head surged in a spasm of pain. God, he had a headache.
And why was he filled with a deep emptiness and longing? As if he expected the cold, soundless walls to great him with warm, loving arms. He shook himself, taking off his shoes and going to the kitchen. Either he was losing it, or he needed help, and quick.
He prepared dinner, burning half of it, and ate at the counter, the light from the stove being the only thing that illuminated the darkness. He felt the darkness close around him, as if it seeped through his skin and almost joined the emptiness in him.
Sora lifted his head and looked out at the window. It was snowing. Little powdery white flakes floated gracefully in whimsical dances just in front of the glass. Behind them was the black abyss of night, and above them, the starry sky peeking through gray clouds.
He stared at the snow. It seemed to be taunting him, playfully cheering that it knew something he did not.
He shook his head, dropping his chopsticks, and headed to his bedroom. He put on his pajamas and curled into his sheets, shutting off the light and forcing his eyes closed. The pajamas seemed to burn against his skin as if in protest. Sora groaned, tossing and turning in the bed. For some reason he felt uncomfortable in the middle of his own bed. He moved to the side and the burning subsided to a dull ache.
Sora made a mental note to see his doctor tomorrow.
“Sora,” came a voice that filled Sora’s being with a delectable tingle.
Sora turned and smiled down at the blond teen, who looked much like himself, who lay next to him. The blond’s blue eyes were filled with such warmth and contentment, Sora couldn’t help but smile. He bent his head and captured his lips in a chaste kiss. The boy beamed in response, laughing as he rolled over on his side. The white blanket slipped down to reveal a slender chest and stomach. But it was not the revealed skin that captured Sora’s attention, it was the pair of pink rosebud nipples that had his eyes locked. The pink buds, sensing his intense stare, hardened and grew brighter. The blond laughed, lifting his hands to pinch the dots of flesh himself.
“Sora…do you want to touch them?” the blond asked in a most sensual voice. The blue eyes had darkened a shade, the black pupils dilated in an expression of utter lust.
Sora gulped, his cheeks aflame. “Can I?”
The blond merely smiled and let his hand tug down the white sheet all the way off his body, revealing curves, hills, and warm skin. His body was truly a work of art. Even the blond curls that graced his nether regions and made a trail to his navel were finely detailed. The blond ran a hand over his stomach. “My body is yours, Sora, as is my heart. I will have no other but you. You must see this.”
Sora shifted uncomfortably as his cock hardened under the sheet. “Y-yes, I know that. Because I…well, I am…ditto to what you said.”
The blond’s face was lit with humor.
Sora rolled his eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean, Roxy.”
The blond blinked, his eyebrows furrowed. “Roxy?”
Sora scratched behind his head. “Yeah…you don’t like it, do you,” he sighed.
The blond, Roxy, shook his head. His hand circled around Sora’s neck and brought him down a hair’s width from his face. “Quite the contrary, I like it.”
Sora smirked and captured their lips together, tongues meeting as their bodies spooned to one another. Roxy moaned as their erections brushed and then rubbed against one another. Sora could tell he was hot and more then ready for him, but still, he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to run the risk of hurting him more then needed be. Sora broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Roxy’s neck, his breath tingling his skin.
Roxy moaned and pushed against him. His lips, so pink and full, were parted in an open-mouthed sigh as he exhaled in small gasps. Sora reached the blond’s nipples and pinched the sensitive skin with his fingers before stroking the abused buds with his tongue.
Sora’s eyes fluttered open to gaze stupidly up at the white ceiling that was painted in rays of morning sunlight. His breathing was heavy, and upon lifting the covers, he decided he should go to the laundromat today after his classes.
Why did I have a dream about some blond-haired guy? And why was it a wet dream? I’ve been friends with Riku for years…I’ve even seen him naked, and I’ve never felt the urge to jump his bones. Could it have been something I ate, or was it just my mind relieving some unknown stress from my body?
His mind could remember clearly every detail of the fantasy. How the blond’s body had moved, like silk on the wind. How his body had felt so pressed up against his–all supple, warm, yielding flesh.
Sora shook his head vigorously. God, he was becoming hard right in the middle of the laundromat. He took deep breaths, and decided to try something. He envisioned Riku, naked, on a bed, with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. In response, Sora’s body went cold with dread and his erection vanished, gone completely.
“Well.” Sora said as he massaged his shoulders. “That’s good to know that I’m probably not going to have a dream about banging my best friend.”
A woman next to him coughed. Sora froze and looked to see a very old woman, around maybe eighty, sitting a seat or two away from him. Her gaze was calm and wrinkled, her smile small. She gave Sora an almost all-knowing grandma look.
Sora’s face went bright red as he buried himself back in his studies. He really needed to curb his habit of saying things out loud.
Eventually the heavy lids of his blue eyes closed.
Sora didn’t know why he was running, but he could hear the cries of an animal in pain just ahead. He was dressed in a overly large white t-shirt that read the numbers G15-TSI. He had nothing else on–no shorts, underwear, socks, or shoes. His feet throbbed as he ran on white tile floors that were slick with blood.
He stopped in front of a large panel door with a combination lock. He gazed at the numbers, bewildered as to what combination would unlock them. Then his hand seemed to move of its own accord and punched in 7669.
The numbers shimmered, then changed into the word “snow” and the door latch opened. Sora opened it ever so slightly and wiggled past, shutting it behind him. On the inside it was dark, and Sora’s hand fingered for a light switch. Light immediately blasted into the room and his eyes widened at what he saw.
There were rows and rows of cylinder tanks filled with green liquid. Inside were animals–dead animals. The signs on the tanks read #464RTS. Under the signs were labels that read “Mutant unable to survive change of cellular structure. Subject was terminated.”
Sora could not believe what he was seeing. He walked down the rows, his eyes almost emotionless. All manner of creatures were in the tanks. Dogs, cats, rats, bats, chinchillas, ferrets…it was like the monsters who did this really didn’t care about the subjects they were testing.
The next horror that befell him chilled him to the bone. Humans…there had stopped being animals in the tanks and now there were humans. Sora stumbled back on his feet and clenched his hands over his mouth, fighting the wave of nausea that came over him. It was then that a heart-wrenching scream resounded on the metal walls. Sora shivered, gulping, and looked down. Just at the end of the wall a few feet away was a window.
Sora shakily got to his feet and stumbled over, his hands touching the glass in an almost timid gesture to stabilize himself. But nothing could prepare him for what was beyond that glass.
A scream tore its way from Sora’s lips as he jolted up in his bed. His eyes were dilated, and his body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat. He covered his mouth and bolted to the bathroom.
After his wave of sickness dissipated, Sora leaned his forehead on the cool bathtub. His body shivered as his veins ran cold. How could his dream be that horrific?
For beyond the window, he had seen the same blond boy, cradling a crying blond-haired girl to his chest. The girl’s legs were stained with blood, and she had multiple bruises on her body, as did the boy. Each was bound in handcuffs, and the boy’s hand was filled with glass shards and blood. Near them lay a broken syringe, the pink liquid inside burning the floor as it fumed in smoke.
A few feet away stood a man in a black lab coat. His voice was gruff as he said, “#13, you are trying the company’s patience. Just because you are the only one showing profitable results on this project does not mean you get special treatment.”
The blond boy gazed up at the man in the cloak. His eyes–the blue depths that had looked at Sora with such love–now looked at this man with undeniable hatred and malice. “She is progressing too! Just more slowly! Besides it’s your fault, you’re the one who did this to us!”
The man laughed. His voice had frozen Sora’s spine. “You know, when we kidnapped you worthless brats I had no idea it would be this ridiculous. Fine, #13, keep your precious bundle. After all, she’s the only connection you have left to your feeble life outside these walls. But do remember, lives here are so easily puffed out like a candle.”
Sora cringed and turned back as another wave of nausea overcame him.
“I had a dream, Leon. A most frightening dream,” Cloud said, in almost a whisper.
“Is that why you are in my bathrobe?”
“Sort of. The robe I took for comfort.” The blond turned and smiled at him then. “Your smell comforts me.”
Leon chuckled at that. He rose from the bed to go stand next to the blond, where he leaned against the wall. “What was your dream about?”
Cloud’s face became troubled. “Do you remember when you first started to create me? How you worked so hard, and then came to a stopping point?”
“Yes, but why are you bringing this up?”
“Do you remember why you stopped?”
“Of course. I realized for my dream to come true–to make a computer with emotions–that I technically could not make it all computer. I realized that to create what I was striving for, I would have to combine human DNA with machine. I stopped because I was hesitant on whether it should have been done or not. Not to mention how I was going to find an animal specimen whose DNA accepted the change. I knew it was impossible.”
“But you did it.”
“Only because one of my old girlfriends came to me, said she was pregnant, and was going to have an abortion. I realized this was my only chance. I didn’t want to kill something already so complicated as an adult human. But if I were to train an unborn child, whose brain neurons were so easily swayed, it might actually work. I did not explain to her the extent of what I planned to do, and I am not proud of that, but she did give me the fetus. And I found my success.”
Cloud nodded; still, the worried expression on his fine features. “Yes, and you had planned on it being an almost exact copy of Rinoa so you could have her back from the dead.”
“True. I did not expect the combination of DNA and machine to only truly be compatible with male genes. So I was surprised when your fetus self became male. However, in the long run, you have brought me more pleasure than Rinoa ever could.” Leon stroked Cloud’s cheek.
Cloud smirked at him. “I know, but still, I’m rather annoyed that you wanted me to be a girl,” he said jokingly. “But that’s not why I asked you those questions. I know you stopped your research after me because you knew how dangerous your find was. So you hid it away. But, my dream. It was about a company trying to do what you did. But with teenagers and adult humans.”
Leon stopped, staring at him for a while before relaxing. “It was a dream, and nothing more.”
“They were torturing the subjects, Leon. I saw how they started on animals and worked up to humans. You said yourself when Roxas and Sora were here that something was going on because Roxas is indeed like me.”
“Yes, however, he inherited more computer capabilities then you did. When I created you, I tried to make you as human as possible. Obviously, the person who created Roxas is more determined to make him a machine…which will eventually unravel his DNA cells.”
Cloud nodded. “I saw Roxas in my dream. Covered in blood and screaming. I think something really bad is going on, Leon, and I feel we should get to the bottom of it.”
Leon stared at Cloud, not really sure what to do. “All right, I’ll call Riku and Sora–”
The doorbell rang, sounding through the house.
Leon looked toward his closed bedroom door. “Who could that be?”
A/N: To be continued in Chapter 12! Please review, thank you so much for reading!
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The Perfect ComputerChapter Eleven: The Forgotten
Sora stirred as he heard the faint annoying sound of a bird. He rolled over in his half-woken slumber and snuggled into the cushions of his soft bed. He didn’t want to get up. He was sure he didn’t have any classes today, and he didn’t think he had to work at Tifa’s restaurant, so he saw no reason to why he couldn’t sleep in this morning.
But that bird…that bird’s chirping was like someone drilling a jackhammer two inches from his head. He covered his ears, wishing the worm-eating beast would cease its cries to the rising sun. His ears hurt, his head hurt, his whole body hurt, but he couldn’t remember why.
He groaned, opening his blue orbs to stare blankly at his alarm clock, which flashed the numbers 12:00 over and over. He sighed and rose from the warm cocoon of his blankets, then looked down and fingered at his jeans. That was strange. He could have sworn he had gone to bed in his pajamas…and where the hell was his shirt? Sora shrugged, thinking himself just forgetful and nothing more.
After brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and applying a rather unhealthy amount of hairspray to his chocolate brown roots, Sora entered the living room and turned on the TV. He wanted to watch the news while he cooked his breakfast.
As the egg in the frying pan sizzled, Sora flipped through the channels and landed on the news. On the screen, a guy with spiky black hair beamed and gestured to a large building.
“Thanks, Reno. Hi, I’m Zack Fair. In today’s news, the Diamond Wing Corporation has agreed to hold an actual meeting on the delay and output of the latest persocom model. Yes, fans of this corporation’s products have been practically palpitating for the new Twilight Lover series. The corporation itself has set up high expectations by saying that this model will be practically human.”
The camera then moved to show rows upon rows of seated people as they looked expectantly up at a blank stage.
Sora gazed at the screen with a confused expression. Why were all those people there for just a conference about the production of another sex doll? From what Sora observed, that’s really all persocoms were. People treated them like emotionless computers or meaningless sex objects.
Sora leaned back his head. He recalled having a conversation with a persocom once. It was a beautiful black-haired girl with crimson red eyes. She had acted human enough, and Sora just couldn’t believe she was a program.
Sora cursed as he noticed the black edges on his egg. Great, now he would have to eat burned food. Jeez, he never was really any good at cooking. It was then that the phone rang.
The brunet answered. “Hello?”
“Hi Sora, it’s me, Tifa.”
“Oh! Hi Tifa, something wrong?”
“Yes, I just wondering when you were going to come into work today.”
“What?! Oh my God, I work today?”
“Yes, you were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
“OH! I’m so sorry, I’ll leave right now!”
“Okay, see you in a few.”
Sora hung up the phone and shoved the egg into his mouth. He cringed at its uncooked consistency and heat as it burst on his palate. He dashed into his room, stumbling out a few moments later with his shirt on backward, two different socks, and one shoe on. He tripped over the couch as he tied his laces, then sprang to his feet and shut off the TV. He then grabbed his coat and wallet before slamming the door and dashing down the hall.
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Sora jumped from table to table, taking orders, serving food, and writing checks. Yet, as he grinned and smiled at his customers, an ache settled in his heart. He didn’t know why it was there, and he worried it wasn’t an emotion but a rather fatal heart condition. He rounded the corner, hooking his Palm Pilot to the main computer once more.“Hey! Good to see you again!” came a hyper girlish voice.
Sora turned to see a girl dressed exactly like him with short black hair and a bandanna. Her brown eyes gazed at him, filled with humor and delight.
“Um, hello. Do I know you?” Sora asked, his brows furrowed.
The girl snorted a laugh. “Of course you do. You came into the clothing store a few days back, remember? You had the silver-haired boy with you and that absolutely adorable blond. I believe he was your BF, correct?”
Sora stared at the girl as if she were mad. “What? I haven’t gone shopping with Riku anytime recently, and I most certainly do not have a boyfriend.”
“But that blond–he dressed up in a Lolita summer dress. And I saw how your face went bright pink.”
“You must be mistaking me for someone else. I don’t know any blond cross-dressing guys and I was not in any clothing store in the last week. Who are you, anyway?”
“I’m Yuffie, Tifa’s cousin. I’m here babysitting the kids upstairs.”
“Oh,” was all Sora could say. He disconnected the computer link and then walked back out into the crowd of hungry people.
Sora let his mind mull over all events in the past week–he had gotten the job from Tifa, went home, went to his classes, cleaned up his apartment, and…and…he couldn’t remember doing anything more. This worried him. All he could remember was doing the exact same routine for days in a row until now…
His head surged in a spasm of pain. God, he had a headache.
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Sora dropped his stuff aimlessly on the floor. “I’m home!” he called out into the empty room. He stopped, and stared at his feet. Why had he just announced his arrival to an empty house? He had never done that before.And why was he filled with a deep emptiness and longing? As if he expected the cold, soundless walls to great him with warm, loving arms. He shook himself, taking off his shoes and going to the kitchen. Either he was losing it, or he needed help, and quick.
He prepared dinner, burning half of it, and ate at the counter, the light from the stove being the only thing that illuminated the darkness. He felt the darkness close around him, as if it seeped through his skin and almost joined the emptiness in him.
Sora lifted his head and looked out at the window. It was snowing. Little powdery white flakes floated gracefully in whimsical dances just in front of the glass. Behind them was the black abyss of night, and above them, the starry sky peeking through gray clouds.
He stared at the snow. It seemed to be taunting him, playfully cheering that it knew something he did not.
He shook his head, dropping his chopsticks, and headed to his bedroom. He put on his pajamas and curled into his sheets, shutting off the light and forcing his eyes closed. The pajamas seemed to burn against his skin as if in protest. Sora groaned, tossing and turning in the bed. For some reason he felt uncomfortable in the middle of his own bed. He moved to the side and the burning subsided to a dull ache.
Sora made a mental note to see his doctor tomorrow.
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So ra sighed as he gazed out the window of his room. He sat on his bed, unashamed of his nudity, as he let the warm spring breeze waft in and brush his skin. He giggled as the cherry blossoms skipped along the air currents, their fragrance filling the air and calming the soul that inhaled them.“Sora,” came a voice that filled Sora’s being with a delectable tingle.
Sora turned and smiled down at the blond teen, who looked much like himself, who lay next to him. The blond’s blue eyes were filled with such warmth and contentment, Sora couldn’t help but smile. He bent his head and captured his lips in a chaste kiss. The boy beamed in response, laughing as he rolled over on his side. The white blanket slipped down to reveal a slender chest and stomach. But it was not the revealed skin that captured Sora’s attention, it was the pair of pink rosebud nipples that had his eyes locked. The pink buds, sensing his intense stare, hardened and grew brighter. The blond laughed, lifting his hands to pinch the dots of flesh himself.
“Sora…do you want to touch them?” the blond asked in a most sensual voice. The blue eyes had darkened a shade, the black pupils dilated in an expression of utter lust.
Sora gulped, his cheeks aflame. “Can I?”
The blond merely smiled and let his hand tug down the white sheet all the way off his body, revealing curves, hills, and warm skin. His body was truly a work of art. Even the blond curls that graced his nether regions and made a trail to his navel were finely detailed. The blond ran a hand over his stomach. “My body is yours, Sora, as is my heart. I will have no other but you. You must see this.”
Sora shifted uncomfortably as his cock hardened under the sheet. “Y-yes, I know that. Because I…well, I am…ditto to what you said.”
The blond’s face was lit with humor.
Sora rolled his eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean, Roxy.”
The blond blinked, his eyebrows furrowed. “Roxy?”
Sora scratched behind his head. “Yeah…you don’t like it, do you,” he sighed.
The blond, Roxy, shook his head. His hand circled around Sora’s neck and brought him down a hair’s width from his face. “Quite the contrary, I like it.”
Sora smirked and captured their lips together, tongues meeting as their bodies spooned to one another. Roxy moaned as their erections brushed and then rubbed against one another. Sora could tell he was hot and more then ready for him, but still, he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to run the risk of hurting him more then needed be. Sora broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Roxy’s neck, his breath tingling his skin.
Roxy moaned and pushed against him. His lips, so pink and full, were parted in an open-mouthed sigh as he exhaled in small gasps. Sora reached the blond’s nipples and pinched the sensitive skin with his fingers before stroking the abused buds with his tongue.
Sora’s eyes fluttered open to gaze stupidly up at the white ceiling that was painted in rays of morning sunlight. His breathing was heavy, and upon lifting the covers, he decided he should go to the laundromat today after his classes.
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Sora chewed at the eraser on his pencil. It was not that the human ecology class assignment was really hard, even with the hum of the dryer buzzing in the background. If anything, he found everything in his biology major to be rather insightful. He was planning on becoming a zoologist, after all. But his mind was only concentrating about twelve percent on the paper in front of him. The rest of his neurons were buzzing about his dream.Why did I have a dream about some blond-haired guy? And why was it a wet dream? I’ve been friends with Riku for years…I’ve even seen him naked, and I’ve never felt the urge to jump his bones. Could it have been something I ate, or was it just my mind relieving some unknown stress from my body?
His mind could remember clearly every detail of the fantasy. How the blond’s body had moved, like silk on the wind. How his body had felt so pressed up against his–all supple, warm, yielding flesh.
Sora shook his head vigorously. God, he was becoming hard right in the middle of the laundromat. He took deep breaths, and decided to try something. He envisioned Riku, naked, on a bed, with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. In response, Sora’s body went cold with dread and his erection vanished, gone completely.
“Well.” Sora said as he massaged his shoulders. “That’s good to know that I’m probably not going to have a dream about banging my best friend.”
A woman next to him coughed. Sora froze and looked to see a very old woman, around maybe eighty, sitting a seat or two away from him. Her gaze was calm and wrinkled, her smile small. She gave Sora an almost all-knowing grandma look.
Sora’s face went bright red as he buried himself back in his studies. He really needed to curb his habit of saying things out loud.
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That night, Sora did everything in his power not to go to sleep, as his fear of having to go back to the laundromat plagued him. He did not want to risk anyone recognizing him with the same soiled sheets. Besides, Sora had learned that stains such as his were a bitch to get out of thick comforters.Eventually the heavy lids of his blue eyes closed.
Sora didn’t know why he was running, but he could hear the cries of an animal in pain just ahead. He was dressed in a overly large white t-shirt that read the numbers G15-TSI. He had nothing else on–no shorts, underwear, socks, or shoes. His feet throbbed as he ran on white tile floors that were slick with blood.
He stopped in front of a large panel door with a combination lock. He gazed at the numbers, bewildered as to what combination would unlock them. Then his hand seemed to move of its own accord and punched in 7669.
The numbers shimmered, then changed into the word “snow” and the door latch opened. Sora opened it ever so slightly and wiggled past, shutting it behind him. On the inside it was dark, and Sora’s hand fingered for a light switch. Light immediately blasted into the room and his eyes widened at what he saw.
There were rows and rows of cylinder tanks filled with green liquid. Inside were animals–dead animals. The signs on the tanks read #464RTS. Under the signs were labels that read “Mutant unable to survive change of cellular structure. Subject was terminated.”
Sora could not believe what he was seeing. He walked down the rows, his eyes almost emotionless. All manner of creatures were in the tanks. Dogs, cats, rats, bats, chinchillas, ferrets…it was like the monsters who did this really didn’t care about the subjects they were testing.
The next horror that befell him chilled him to the bone. Humans…there had stopped being animals in the tanks and now there were humans. Sora stumbled back on his feet and clenched his hands over his mouth, fighting the wave of nausea that came over him. It was then that a heart-wrenching scream resounded on the metal walls. Sora shivered, gulping, and looked down. Just at the end of the wall a few feet away was a window.
Sora shakily got to his feet and stumbled over, his hands touching the glass in an almost timid gesture to stabilize himself. But nothing could prepare him for what was beyond that glass.
A scream tore its way from Sora’s lips as he jolted up in his bed. His eyes were dilated, and his body was covered in a sheen of cold sweat. He covered his mouth and bolted to the bathroom.
After his wave of sickness dissipated, Sora leaned his forehead on the cool bathtub. His body shivered as his veins ran cold. How could his dream be that horrific?
For beyond the window, he had seen the same blond boy, cradling a crying blond-haired girl to his chest. The girl’s legs were stained with blood, and she had multiple bruises on her body, as did the boy. Each was bound in handcuffs, and the boy’s hand was filled with glass shards and blood. Near them lay a broken syringe, the pink liquid inside burning the floor as it fumed in smoke.
A few feet away stood a man in a black lab coat. His voice was gruff as he said, “#13, you are trying the company’s patience. Just because you are the only one showing profitable results on this project does not mean you get special treatment.”
The blond boy gazed up at the man in the cloak. His eyes–the blue depths that had looked at Sora with such love–now looked at this man with undeniable hatred and malice. “She is progressing too! Just more slowly! Besides it’s your fault, you’re the one who did this to us!”
The man laughed. His voice had frozen Sora’s spine. “You know, when we kidnapped you worthless brats I had no idea it would be this ridiculous. Fine, #13, keep your precious bundle. After all, she’s the only connection you have left to your feeble life outside these walls. But do remember, lives here are so easily puffed out like a candle.”
Sora cringed and turned back as another wave of nausea overcame him.
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Leon stirred from his sleep, his hand feeling the absence of Cloud’s body from his bed. He rose and combed a hand through his brown hair. He looked around the bedroom to see Cloud, in his bathrobe, looking out the screen door of the balcony. “Cloud, why have you left my bed?”“I had a dream, Leon. A most frightening dream,” Cloud said, in almost a whisper.
“Is that why you are in my bathrobe?”
“Sort of. The robe I took for comfort.” The blond turned and smiled at him then. “Your smell comforts me.”
Leon chuckled at that. He rose from the bed to go stand next to the blond, where he leaned against the wall. “What was your dream about?”
Cloud’s face became troubled. “Do you remember when you first started to create me? How you worked so hard, and then came to a stopping point?”
“Yes, but why are you bringing this up?”
“Do you remember why you stopped?”
“Of course. I realized for my dream to come true–to make a computer with emotions–that I technically could not make it all computer. I realized that to create what I was striving for, I would have to combine human DNA with machine. I stopped because I was hesitant on whether it should have been done or not. Not to mention how I was going to find an animal specimen whose DNA accepted the change. I knew it was impossible.”
“But you did it.”
“Only because one of my old girlfriends came to me, said she was pregnant, and was going to have an abortion. I realized this was my only chance. I didn’t want to kill something already so complicated as an adult human. But if I were to train an unborn child, whose brain neurons were so easily swayed, it might actually work. I did not explain to her the extent of what I planned to do, and I am not proud of that, but she did give me the fetus. And I found my success.”
Cloud nodded; still, the worried expression on his fine features. “Yes, and you had planned on it being an almost exact copy of Rinoa so you could have her back from the dead.”
“True. I did not expect the combination of DNA and machine to only truly be compatible with male genes. So I was surprised when your fetus self became male. However, in the long run, you have brought me more pleasure than Rinoa ever could.” Leon stroked Cloud’s cheek.
Cloud smirked at him. “I know, but still, I’m rather annoyed that you wanted me to be a girl,” he said jokingly. “But that’s not why I asked you those questions. I know you stopped your research after me because you knew how dangerous your find was. So you hid it away. But, my dream. It was about a company trying to do what you did. But with teenagers and adult humans.”
Leon stopped, staring at him for a while before relaxing. “It was a dream, and nothing more.”
“They were torturing the subjects, Leon. I saw how they started on animals and worked up to humans. You said yourself when Roxas and Sora were here that something was going on because Roxas is indeed like me.”
“Yes, however, he inherited more computer capabilities then you did. When I created you, I tried to make you as human as possible. Obviously, the person who created Roxas is more determined to make him a machine…which will eventually unravel his DNA cells.”
Cloud nodded. “I saw Roxas in my dream. Covered in blood and screaming. I think something really bad is going on, Leon, and I feel we should get to the bottom of it.”
Leon stared at Cloud, not really sure what to do. “All right, I’ll call Riku and Sora–”
The doorbell rang, sounding through the house.
Leon looked toward his closed bedroom door. “Who could that be?”
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~T his Chapter was beta corrected by AirenA/N: To be continued in Chapter 12! Please review, thank you so much for reading!