Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Learn ❯ Prologue/Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Love and Learn Sakura (L-sama no Miko)   Prologue          &nbs p;    Twenty years ago, science had made it possible to clone a sheep. Now however, science has leapt forward to such a degree, that any type of living creature could be created down to the last molecule. Hence the creation of Mobians, genetically engineered humanoid beings with the characteristics of other earthly creatures – so named for the madman who succeeded in the first genetic splicing. These Mobians were created in such a way that each one’s personality and abilities could be configured well before an actual embryo had formed.             Due to the restrictions placed by the world’s governments, such manipulation of the human genome, was considered illegal making it possible for only the extremely rich and powerful able to acquire use of Mobians.             The most sought after Mobians, those bred to be assassins and pleasure slaves, came from a company known as Paradius. The company’s actual location was unknown to most and its owner and CEO, Dartz, was even more mysterious. However, if anyone needed his services, they always seemed to know how to find the enigmatic man.   Chapter 1               The white haired thief glanced toward the security monitors as he waited for the computer to finish copying the data his employer had requested. Seeing a flock of guards rush down one of the closer hallways, he frowned as the progress bar on the screen continued to take its sweet time to fill up.             “Come on, dammit!” he cursed. He was getting nervous and the test tube like incubators with various types of animal/human Mobians surrounding him didn’t help either. The mere thought of anyone being able to manipulate a person’s body down to the smallest molecule just freaked him out. He looked at them with a mixture of disgust and pity.             He had read some of the information on these monstrosities. Some of them had actually once been human children who were either kidnapped or sold to the research lab only to be horribly experimented on and trained for assassinations and guard duty. Though most were trained for killing more than guarding. ‘Poor *bleep*s,’ he mused. Before he could dwell on them further, the computer beeped signaling the completion of its task. “Finally!” the thief said, quick ejecting the minidisk.             ; But before he could pocket it and make his getaway, the lab’s only door opened with a hiss and a man with bluish-white hair even longer than his wearing a white lab coat entered, followed by a young man with red, black and gold spiky hair. Actually, man wasn’t the proper term for the second person. The thief looked in shock at the black gold tipped ears and tail of the man. One look at his sharp claws told the thief he was one of the Mobian assassins.           &nbs p; “I’ll be taking that disk, if you don’t mind,” the white haired scientist said, smirking smugly.             “The hell you will!” the thief spat back, shoving the disk into an inside pocket and drawing out a pair of daggers.             The scientist turned to his bodyguard. “MI-984, go fetch that disk for me,” he commanded, a dangerous glint in his mismatched eyes.             The cat Mobian didn’t answer, instead he growled lowly and leapt at the thief, slashing his face with his claws and dragging the disk out of the thief’s pocket.             “Good boy, now kill him.”           &nb sp; The thief knew what to expect this time and dodged the second attack only receiving a gash on his arm. He charged the scientist, knocking him into the control panel of one of the incubators and unwittingly beginning the release process. He shoved one of his daggers against the man’s throat. “Call him off or you’re dead,” he hissed.             The scientist smirked. “Go ahead. Once given an order to kill, nothing will stop him until the target’s dead.” The Mobian looked from the thief to his master in obvious conflict. The directive to protect his master was conflicting with the present order to kill the intruder due to the fact that said intruder had placed his master between them as a shield.             “Do as I told you, you stupid cat!” the scientist yelled. “Kill him!”           &nb sp; The Mobian growled in frustration as the thief grinned and pressed his dagger harder against the skin, forming a thin red line. The sight of his master’s blood being spilt enraged the cat boy and he made a mad dash for the thief only to have his prey dodge once again and shove the man onto the Mobian’s sharp claws, effectively piercing his chest and damaging a major artery.             The cat boy howled, realizing that he had just killed his master, the one he’d been commanded to protect at all costs and slumped to the floor, cradling the body. Ignoring the whimpers coming from the Mobian, the thief picked up the disk that had been dropped in the fray and re-pocketed it. He was about to leave when a small voice stopped him.             “Master?”           ;   The thief looked around and saw that a smaller twin of the cat Mobian he’d just fought was standing by a now empty incubator and was looking at him with eager eyes. “Oh *bleep*,” the thief muttered realizing the situation just got worse.             According to the information he’d glanced over, the Mobians had an imprinting instinct engineered into them so that they would obey the first person they saw, and only that person. And now, here was a newly awakened cat Mobian and he was in its direct line of sight. “Stay here,” he said, hoping whoever found the two Mobians would be able to fix his mistake. There was no way he was bringing a potential danger anywhere near his home.             The thief was made yet another attempt for the door, when he heard shots just outside. “*Bleep*! It would just have to be one of those days!” he grumbled. He dashed to the door’s control panel and quickly hit the emergency lock, hoping that would cause the guards outside to go away in search of more experienced help and allow him to make his escape then.             But he had no such luck, within seconds, the control panel exploded on the outside, and the door was being manually opened. Grabbing the smaller of the two Mobians, the thief quickly glanced at the boy’s hands and saw that he too had razor sharp claws. Nodding to himself, he shoved the Mobian at the door. “Kill anyone who comes through that door,” he said going over to the other Mobian. The smaller one nodded, then narrowed his amethyst eyes as the door slowly opened.             “Ok,” the thief said standing at a safe distance from the taller cat Mobian. “Time to snap out of it, ‘oh mighty Pharaoh’,” he said, sarcastically. The boy’s crimson eyes went blank then shortly went back to normal as he dropped the corpse of his former master and stood at attention.           &nbs p; Luckily, the Mobians also had a failsafe password so that if needed, anyone could take control of another person’s Mobian, however to prevent accidental switching of masters or thefts, the failsafe was lengthened from just one word to a series of words or a phrase that had to spoken in just the correct tone. But this was a rare occurrence since most Mobians were killed upon their master’s death in fear of them going insane at the loss, if the failsafe was used, it was generally because the master had willed his/her Mobian to someone. It had just so happened that the thief had come across the password for this particular Mobian while searching for the required information.           &n bsp; “Go help him,” the thief said, gesturing toward the smaller Mobian who, was now slowly being outnumbered since he really wasn’t supposed to be used as an assassin. The taller Mobian then leapt at one of the stragglers and made quick work of the hapless guard.             The thief then made a dash for the path that was being cleared for him and ran like a bat out of hell from the lab, the two Mobians following behind, killing any who dared to intend harm to their master.   ******          &nbs p;    The thief sighed at his aching face and arm as he rested against the wall, dreading what his lover would think when he saw the deep gash on his left arm. Before he could steel himself for the approaching lecture, a red, black and gold, blur attacked him and he found himself knocked onto the hall carpet and a cat Mobian nuzzling against his chest.             “Master’s fast,” the cat like boy said, refusing to let go of the white haired thief.             The taller Mobian chuckled softly at the smaller one’s kittenish behavior.             ; “Dammit! I forgot about you two,” the thief said, glancing around the hall after forcing the cat boy off him and stood up. He opened the door to his apartment, then promptly grabbed the wrist of the nearest Mobian. “Get in here before anyone sees you!” He then pulled the smaller Mobian inside, quickly followed by the other.             “’Kura-sama? Is that you?” a smaller white haired clone of the thief said coming from their shared bedroom. When the boy’s eyes lay upon the two Mobians, he stared for two seconds, then promptly fainted.             “*Bleep*,” the thief muttered, rushing over to his lover.   ~Tsuzuku (TBC)~     Yami: Don’t tell me, this is going to be yet another of your kleptoshiping fics isn’t it?   Sakura: Sore wa himitsu, desu. ^_^   Sanzo: Don’t encourage her. She’s annoying as it is.   Sakura: Sanzo! Hidoi!!!! Anyhoo, I know this is kinda short.   Gojyo: Kinda? It’s shorter than Sanzo’s temper.   Sakura: (thwaps Gojyo on the head)   Sanzo: I wanted to do that.   Sakura: You can next time. Anyhoo, like I was saying, I know this is short, but this is only an idea I’m playing with so I’m not sure if I’m gonna continue or not. Maybe if you’d gimme lots of reviews? (hint hint)   Yami: Please Ra don’t let her get any.   Sakura: Nanda yo, Pharaoh? (veg)   Yami: Eep. Send her lots, um please?   Sakura: That’s what I thought you said. Well, jya ne minna!!