Division-A

Episode Thirteen. (May 26th, 2123. Division-A, South District.)

The night sky shifted to a dark blue, spotted with flickering white stars. Division-A was asleep. The buildings were dark and silent, the streets were empty, the lights in houses were out. All that remained on was the solar streetlights. However, life in the Grand Hall was still as busy and chaotic as it was during the day. Omegas were dispersing from the front doors, quickly running out into the city- presumably to their spot of the city to defend. Although, one Omega was missing.

Makina followed Hetsu around her office, matching her pace as she rambled. "Hetsu, it has to be a mistake! There is absolutely no way that annoying, feeble leach is an Omega!"

Hetsu cradled her aching headache. "Makina, that boy isn't an Omega."

"Then what is he?! A Compactor?!" Makina clutched tighter on her weapon, indirectly taunting Hetsu.

Hetsu stomped towards her computer and turned around the monitor to show Makina. On the screen was a green and black diagram of Akino's blood cells, which was nothing but nonsense to Makina.

"I already showed you," Hetsu stated, frustration in her voice, "Look at it." Hetsu clicked on the mouse pad, displaying another diagram. "These are your blood cells, Makina, yours! They are completely identical with Akino's!  The only difference between you two genetic wise is that he's a male human and you're an Omega."

"He didn't get the procedure, he's still fleshy! How in the hell does that brat have a core and Omega blood inside him?!"

Hetsu turned around, her fingertips pressed against the veins of her forehead. "Makina, look, I don't..."

A long pause took over the room. Hetsu kept her back to Makina, who was leaning forward waiting for her answer.

Makina snickered, annoyed. "You know how, don't you?" Makina's eyes became blood red. "You did something."

Hetsu whipped around and approached her, intentionally forcing her way into Makina's personal space. "If you're going to be a nuisance and stay here, not even doing your job- which is to guard the city at night, I don't know if you forgot- then I'll have no problem at all reducing your ranks!"

"Wha-?!"

"Now, go do your god damn job!!!" Hetsu stood on her toes and shouted, her elderly voice cracking with the sudden pitch change. The wrinkles on her face stretched to show her distress and frustration. A single hair fell from Hetsu's scalp, gone unnoticed by her- but not by Makina, who stood still and silent.

"Hideyo!" Hetsu called, inclining Hideyo to sneak through the office doors and bow her head. "Follow Makina to her designation, and make sure she stays there till the night is over."

"Yes, master," Hideyo replied.

"Hetsu...," Makina tried to say.

"That's master to you, too, Makina. Now I recommend that you do a good job tonight. I know how much it would bother you if Matoi beat your ranks, especially with only a few Compactors to her name. What a disappointment that would be to your captain."

Makina clenched her fist painfully tight, her weapon shaking in her grasp. She narrowed her blood red eyes and marched out of the office, Hideyo keeping close behind her.

I'm not entirely sure of who I am, now. I'm not even sure of who I used to be, either. First I survive death, and now I'm not even human. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore. Makina was right, though. I'm not going to let this shit stop me. I'll find out what the voices in my head are saying and I'll take action from there. It's just hard to have to figure all this out in secret, nobody knows besides...