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  Kyou isn’t ready yet. He knows one day he’ll need to recreate his father’s invention but with a different motive. He’s completely aware of it, and it feels weird when it’s the time. For countless refuse to do anything that has a connection with his father, he finally decided to accept his unavoidable fate, trying to whole heartedly do it because its for a friend, also it’s for a good reason.

  A clone of a human, using organic parts which he can make the artificial ones; which also make him felt a tug from his sane self for being too involved with the great professor’s inventions. It’s almost perfect; sure it resembles the real one, but the android can’t copy Saki’s quirk. It’s probably a mutant quirk or something; he remembered that the journal contains Professor’s attempts to combine two or more quirk into one. Maybe his leader is one of the specimens, other than the numerous organs that have been replaced with a not so different with the original ones; he add other components that shouldn’t be in human body, made many child dies because of organ malfunction.

  Kyou smiled grimly as he stretched a patch of skin to cover the android’s arm. Saki is always his father’s favourite; her statistics was always outstanding and full of surprises. He couldn’t help but feel jealous as he glared at the empty looking little girl across him at that time. Yes, he was so blind at that time; wanted nothing more than his parent old love, while ignored the fact that everything has changed. What can he expect? He’s still too young to swallow bitter things and also too full of himself. The pieces of his childhood is never happy; nor that he cared about it so much. Well he shouldn’t be, or he’ll reeks with negativity that attracts his demon; oh never mind, Kyou’s little ‘friend’ is already smiling at the root blonde male, happily devouring his feelings about his tragic past.

  Kyou focused on his work again, not letting his guard down again like before. He tries to swim back to the life boat again, convincing himself that he will never be down there forever.

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  A thin layer of dust covers the whole apartment. The silver haired girl moves the white satin curtains aside, letting the scenery from the tenth floor greet her. After she opened the window, she decided to see the little balcony; she got a bit curious after her Dad said to take care of his lovelies there. Opening the slide door, the chilling air seems want to blow her away. On the left side near the black railings, four pots of yet-to-bloom roses smiled happily to the newcomer; its like they know she has a connection with the owner. They wave with the wind’s flow to the half cyborg who secretly stares in awe. Now she knows where did Shinichi got the beautiful roses that her Papa always loved; he really grew them with his heart, so no wonder it’s always different with those from the florist. But rewinding her memory back, her Dad never gave out any other roses than the red one. She turns her attention to the opposite, where she found a row of red roses in a long plastic brown pot. Why did the root blond male separate it with the black, blue, orange, and white rose? Saki can’t come up with any idea.

  The girl in black attire decided to go in; the air freezes her nose, making it numb. She ponders a bit about her next step while looking through the minimalistic apartment. Consist with a small bedroom which can only contain a futon and a small drawer, a not fully equipped kitchen, and a living room with a very limited space that even a kotatsu will cover everything. Very minimalistic indeed, but at least its enough for Saki to stay in a few days, or maybe until her graduation.

  It’ll be a devil’s road for her, and that’s because she’s weak. Kyou’s words seems to always ring in her ear.

  “This case is special, because it’s not a wish for things or a wish only from a selfish want. But it’s a scream of help from his deepest heart. You may done well in many missions, but in something that involves emotion, there’s no sugar-coating it. You’re bad at it.”

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