This fanfic was created 100% by Ishimura011, all rights go to him. I'm only uploading it under my name because I've had so many problems with it.




---Kakuzawa Arctic Diclonius Holding Facility, Greenland.
---23 miles north of Eric?s Fjord. Unknown Territory.
---January 21st. Six Months prior to the capture of Lucy.


It was time.

He had known Kakuzawa had been holding out on him all along, he just had been obedient and obeyed his master?s will. Though, Kakuzawa had been a fool to not sense the appearance of a new, powerful Diclonius, Michael went along with what was in store for him.

Michael had, for so long, kissed Kakuzawa?s ass and helped Kakuzawa with what needed done. Michael only wanted to make him happy.

The dream was practically impossible, but he didn?t care.
There had been dreams, visions of the future, of this being that would end Kakuzawa and, in turn, perish for the deed. Michael never received any such visions of himself, god forbid what might hold for him that might as well end in suicide.

Sitting there, in the cold, dark room, Michael thought of his mother. He did not care for her fate, which had long ago been fulfilled. His mother had been a drunken whore, only noticed after some dark, evil man had entered our room of the Maple Inn. The man had snatched his mother and the child, after finding the small, innocent face of a devil; Pitch-black protrusions of bone and evil from the child?s skull.

The boy was taken, the mother screamed for security, a doctor, nurse, anyone. No one came to her aid, for all personal had had orders to evacuate the hospital due to an ?accident? in the delivery room. Soon, the mother died of blood loss, for the end of a knife was not the kindest.

Michael was tortured, tested, and deceived into believing that all of his suffering meant something. Eventually, Kakuzawa admired his obedience and gave Michael a single assignment; the capture of a silpelit. This silpelit had been evading Kakuzawa?s forces, the mother of the child convincing her they were dark, evil, wicked men that only wanted to hurt her.

Of course, she was correct.
Now, it was only a matter of time before Kakuzawa sent a chopper to pick Michael up and transport him to the silpelit?s location. According to Kakuzawa, she was now holed-up in Hiroshima. The heavily populated area and size of the city would, indeed, prove to be a challenge, although Michael had a sense of direction to find this silpelit, as all Diclonius do.

Upon hearing the whirr of the helicopter?s duel propellers, Michael turned to see a familiar face aboard the aircraft.

?Nice to see you?re alive and well!? The man called down from the large, metal Leviathan. Michael had been taught to speak fluent Japanese and English, although his Japanese was far better. The Man?s navy blue suit and red tie somehow clashed with his smooth, black hair. The shades covering his eyes gave him a mysterious look that could make any biker gang peddle home.

Michael grinned. This man, who had caused so much pain for Michael, was the only joy in his life.

?Nice to see you haven?t turned to dust yet, old man,? The chopper touched down, causing the snow and ice-shards in a 5 meter radius to fly in all directions, some cutting Michael?s face on the flight. The dirty black paint job of the duel-propeller Vertical Take-off and Landing Transport had a six-seated compartment for executives and VIPs. It resembled a submarine with a propeller.

The man gave a sarcastic laugh, though it wasn?t very pronounced. The man had to keep his professional look. ?Hilarious, I just hope you can get the job done.? He stretched out an arm to lift Michael onto the vehicle.

Michael smiled. ?Of course, Kurama, you know it.?