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comment_fic's "Any, any, friends discover he/she has a secret genetic engineering lab in the basement... and what he/she has been creating there"
Muraki was a semi-frequent visitor to Kyoto, but of a sudden, to Oriya's surprise, his visits went from every few months to once a month, his visits lasting a week rather than a day or two.
Oriya questioned him about this, and while Muraki gave him an effusive answer about assisting his former mentor, Professor Hideaki Satomi, with a new venture, there was something not right about how he said it. Oriya knew better than to ask more, but given the fact that he was the keeper of many secrets in the city, he had his ways of finding out.
He had to call in a few favors, but he managed to gain access to the sub-basement of Shion University, where Satomi was said to keep a secondary lab. With the help of a maintenance worker, he discovered a suspicious sub-sub-basement room with a blast door that only maintenance had an override to open...
The door slid back, revealing a dimly-lit, cavernous room. From somewhere in the near distance, he could hear the steady throb of a compressor. Against one wall stood a medical lab, complete with a surgical slab. But in the shadows at the back of the chamber stood something that looked like a large glass tank of some kind.
He stepped into the room, despite the cold air that seeped through his yukata; a fluorescent lamp overhead flicked on, its greenish glow lighting up the tank. A web of tubes surrounded something that floated in the fluid that filled the tank:
A face surrounded by light brown hair, its grey eyes half-open.
Oriya took a step back. He had not seen that face in nearly twenty years, not since the funeral for Kazutaka's parents: the face of his friend's half-brother Saki.
He heard a footstep behind him; Oriya turned just as Muraki entered the lab. The anger in the pale man's face was obvious and the air in the room seemed to heat up several degrees.
"Who let you in?" Muraki demanded. "How did you find this place?"
"When you know the secrets of everyone in the city, you can get people to open any door for you," Oriya replied, folding his arms on his chest. "So this is why you've been coming to the city more often?"
"It's one of the reasons," Muraki replied, looking up at the face in the tank.
"How did this happen?" Oriya asked, not sure that he wanted the answer.
"Saki did not die when Sakaki shot him to save my life: he only severed the spine high enough to leave Saki paralyzed and the youth went into a coma from oxygen deprivation," Muraki replied. "My grandfather forged a death certificate and turned him over to Satomi. I probably don't have to tell you that Satomi worked under my grandfather during his days working in medical experiments under the guidance of the military, back in the 1940s."
Oriya didn't need to ask more: he knew too much to need any further explanation. Given Satomi's involvement in cloning research, it didn't surprise him that the grandson which Yukitaka Muraki had never favored would end up as little more than a head and a spine in a vat.
"Come back, Kazutaka, come back to the house," Oriya said, tiredly.
"I'll come back to you when the project is complete, when I've restored Saki and when I can kill him for what he did to my family, to Ukyou and to me," Muraki replied.
"You've gone too far," Oriya said, reaching out to put a hand on Muraki's shoulder.
His friend pulled away, looking him in the eye, then shook his head. "No. I have not gone far enough: you will know when I have, because I will finally be at peace."
"Come back to us, Kazutaka, before you lose yourself to the darkness," Oriya pleaded, reaching for him again. This time, Muraki did not refuse his touch, despite the anger that still burned in his eye.
"Very well: I have no further reason to be here," Muraki replied, letting Oriya lead him back up to the air and light above...
comment_fic's "Any, any, friends discover he/she has a secret genetic engineering lab in the basement... and what he/she has been creating there"Muraki was a semi-frequent visitor to Kyoto, but of a sudden, to Oriya's surprise, his visits went from every few months to once a month, his visits lasting a week rather than a day or two.
Oriya questioned him about this, and while Muraki gave him an effusive answer about assisting his former mentor, Professor Hideaki Satomi, with a new venture, there was something not right about how he said it. Oriya knew better than to ask more, but given the fact that he was the keeper of many secrets in the city, he had his ways of finding out.
He had to call in a few favors, but he managed to gain access to the sub-basement of Shion University, where Satomi was said to keep a secondary lab. With the help of a maintenance worker, he discovered a suspicious sub-sub-basement room with a blast door that only maintenance had an override to open...
The door slid back, revealing a dimly-lit, cavernous room. From somewhere in the near distance, he could hear the steady throb of a compressor. Against one wall stood a medical lab, complete with a surgical slab. But in the shadows at the back of the chamber stood something that looked like a large glass tank of some kind.
He stepped into the room, despite the cold air that seeped through his yukata; a fluorescent lamp overhead flicked on, its greenish glow lighting up the tank. A web of tubes surrounded something that floated in the fluid that filled the tank:
A face surrounded by light brown hair, its grey eyes half-open.
Oriya took a step back. He had not seen that face in nearly twenty years, not since the funeral for Kazutaka's parents: the face of his friend's half-brother Saki.
He heard a footstep behind him; Oriya turned just as Muraki entered the lab. The anger in the pale man's face was obvious and the air in the room seemed to heat up several degrees.
"Who let you in?" Muraki demanded. "How did you find this place?"
"When you know the secrets of everyone in the city, you can get people to open any door for you," Oriya replied, folding his arms on his chest. "So this is why you've been coming to the city more often?"
"It's one of the reasons," Muraki replied, looking up at the face in the tank.
"How did this happen?" Oriya asked, not sure that he wanted the answer.
"Saki did not die when Sakaki shot him to save my life: he only severed the spine high enough to leave Saki paralyzed and the youth went into a coma from oxygen deprivation," Muraki replied. "My grandfather forged a death certificate and turned him over to Satomi. I probably don't have to tell you that Satomi worked under my grandfather during his days working in medical experiments under the guidance of the military, back in the 1940s."
Oriya didn't need to ask more: he knew too much to need any further explanation. Given Satomi's involvement in cloning research, it didn't surprise him that the grandson which Yukitaka Muraki had never favored would end up as little more than a head and a spine in a vat.
"Come back, Kazutaka, come back to the house," Oriya said, tiredly.
"I'll come back to you when the project is complete, when I've restored Saki and when I can kill him for what he did to my family, to Ukyou and to me," Muraki replied.
"You've gone too far," Oriya said, reaching out to put a hand on Muraki's shoulder.
His friend pulled away, looking him in the eye, then shook his head. "No. I have not gone far enough: you will know when I have, because I will finally be at peace."
"Come back to us, Kazutaka, before you lose yourself to the darkness," Oriya pleaded, reaching for him again. This time, Muraki did not refuse his touch, despite the anger that still burned in his eye.
"Very well: I have no further reason to be here," Muraki replied, letting Oriya lead him back up to the air and light above...
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Date: 2011-06-13 01:00 am (UTC)