"Are you SERIOUS?"
Dr. Dowasure cringed. "Yes, I saw it myself, I think..."
"Should've known this would happen." Dr. Kagakusha was checking the shotgun she was holding. "C is very unstable. Why in the world did you give him something sharp, you idiot? Why didn't you take away his plate when he was done?"
"I didn't think he would do that, it didn't occur to me at the time-"
"OBVIOUSLY!" Dr. Kagakusha stood and raised a hand furiously at the smaller doctor, who again cringed and put his hands over his face. It seemed a herculean effort for the irate woman to calm herself down to the degree where she could sit down again.
"What should we do with him..." Prof. Denka leaned against the wall, fiddling with a small bracelet like device. "Should we kill him? We tried before, it didn't quite work as well as we planned, did it?"
"That's because we delegated it to idiots and fools!" Dr. Kagakusha stood, cocking the shotgun loudly. "If we did it ourselves, then the problem would be solved."
"Namida, calm down." Prof. Denka pointed at her and she reluctantly sat down again. "D is almost complete anyway..."
"Do we HAVE to kill him?"
The others stared at Dr. Dowasure, who was confused himself. Why had such a question come from him? Because of his instinctual fear it would have been only logical that he would have been the first to want C to die, but he found some part of his soul didn't want a death on his conscience.
"Of course we do-" Dr. Kagakusha's response was cut short by Prof. Denka's as he sat down at the table.
"Did we kill B?"
There was a pause from the others. Dr. Dowasure was the first to speak.
"No..no we didn't...I don't think..."
"We abandoned him in the underground dungeon." Dr. Kagakusha finished. Prof. Denka stared at the two over his glasses.
"Has B caused any problems?"
"Not that I know of..." The two shrugged. Prof. Denka seemed thoughtful.
"However, B hated itself so much that it would never voluntarily go into public, correct? It has a reason to stay underground, correct?"
The other two nodded.
"The problem with C is that C wants to join human society. He wants to become human and he has the appearance, almost, to do so. This means he could easily leave the cave and continue to wreck havoc in the nearby towns."
Dr. Kagakusha's harsh voice took a frighteningly cruel tone. "Why don't we break his legs? Then he couldn't go anywhere."
"Namida, you need to calm down." Prof. Denka stared at her severely. "Remind me to get you some medication later. Hana, can you remember that?"
There was a struggle within the woman for quite some time before Hana was able to speak, her voice a great deal softer then Namida's.
"I can remember. Do it quickly, as Namida is just spiraling steadily out of control."
Dr. Dowasure never understood Dr. Kagakusha's odd behavior. He waited until he would be invited into the conversation before speaking.
Prof. Denka pulled a notepad from his pocket, scribbling in almost illedgible handwriting. "I'll make a note of it. I should have some ready by tomorrow, I believe. I'll send Teishi to get you."
"What are we going to do with HIM?" Dr. Dowasure was clearly talking about C. "We aren't REALLY going to break his legs, are we?"
"No, we aren't." Prof. Denka glared at Dr. Kagakusha, who was still fighting with herself over who would retain control. "But we have to find some way to keep C where he belongs, without physically harming him..."
"Why does B stay here again?" Dr. Dowasure ventured to ask. Prof. Denka sighed slightly.
"It doesn't want to leave because it feels that it could never be accepted into society."
"Can't we do that to C?"
"How do you propose we do that?"
Namida was back in control, although calmer, and she watched as the eleven year old boy quietly took their coffee cups and refilled them, never saying a word. "We turned this boy into an unthinking slave-"
"Something that I had no part of." Prof. Denka sounded disgusted. He stared at Teishi, who had the previous model of emitter on his body. As it was, he had designed a new one, a singular arm band, but Teishi was currently using one of his older models. Two bracelets and an anklet. Dr. Kagakusha waved a hand.
"He helps us all. He's a valuable asset."
"He's emotionally and mentally scarred for life. Oh, and don't forget physically." Prof. Denka glared at the woman. "Do you realize what you've done to him? The damage all your conditioning has done to the mind of this poor boy?"
"Spare me your pity." Namida's voice was cold. "He's just a boy, just like C was. You're not looking at everything objectively."
"Look at everything objectively and you begin to go blind to everything." Prof. Denka muttered to himself.
"What are we going to do about C?" Dr. Dowasure decided to renew their old topic of discussion. Dr. Kagakusha irritably slammed her fist on the table.
"I DON'T KNOW! Why don't YOU think of an idea, if you're so smart!"
"Calm down." Prof. Denka pointed at her. He then turned to Dr. Dowasure. "I still don't know what we can do. We should check on him at least, clean up the blood, see if he's injured..."
"Do I have to come?" Dr. Kagakusha sounded disgusted and bored with the whole idea. Prof. Denka sighed.
"Yes, you have to come. Evidentally, Dr. Dowasure can't handle this by himself, is that right?"
Dr. Dowasure blushed with shame as Prof. Denka continued talking.
"Besides, there's still one experiment we have to perform on him, anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember? A?"
Dr. Kagakusha stared, blinked, then nodded. "But why do we need to do that experiment anyway?"
Prof. Denka stood, prompting the others to follow his example. "This could be our only chance to do so. We might as well go now."
The three scientists walked out of the room, Dr. Kagakusha leaving her gun on her chair by a slip of the mind.
Unobtrusively, Teishi cleaned the table where they had been sitting, brushed away the fragments of one of the cups that had broken, and picked up all their intact cups that had liquid remaining in them. He did not even touch the gun, nor look at it for any length of time. Without a word, he began to wash the cups out, the bruises on his arms painfully vivid as his face remained frighteningly passive.

Prof. Denka was the first to open the cell, as Dr. Dowasure refused to get near it and Dr. Kagakusha was studying the area around the door for signs of escape attempts.
When the three entered, they were in for a surprise.
Dr. Kagakusha immediately gravitated to the pool on the ground. Staring at it, she nodded slowly. Hana's voice was speaking.
"Blood...no doubt from slashed wrists of some kind...most likely...healed fairly swiftly after the cuts..."
"Dr. Kagakusha, I think this is a little more important." Prof. Denka looked at M-2 Specimen C, who was leaning against the wall. Dr. Kagakusha finally joined him.
C was leaning quietly, his hands in his lap, his eyes closed. He also was not breathing, his heart was not beating, nor did he show any response to any touches, shakes, or prods.
"Is he dead?"
"I don't know..."
"We should check his brainwaves out." Dr. Kagakusha suggested. "That could help us identify for sure whether or not he's dead."
Dr. Dowasure was trembling. "He died...right here...this is all my fault, I should have fed him-"
"It's not your fault." Prof. Denka spoke with a stern voice that immediately stopped Dr. Dowasure's. "Listen, I want you to go back to whatever you were doing and try and forget this happened, okay? Me and Kagakusha will take care of this."
"Is he dead?"
"Most likely not." Prof. Denka led the small doctor out of the room. "Go ahead, we'll take care of it. Trust us."
As soon as Dr. Dowasure was gone, Dr. Kagakusha stared at him.
"You know as well as I do that he's dead."
"We have no positive-"
"He's dead. He's got enough of the signs. In fact, he's got more characteristics of death then most dead people do. Why'd you tell Dr. Dowasure to leave?"
"Didn't you see his face? He obviously can't handle the idea of something dying here under HIS care...we can't let him know about this, he'll fall apart."
"Hmmph."
"So what do we do with him?"
"We might as well just throw him out." Dr. Kagakusha's voice was still not Namida's, but a slightly more strong version of Hana's. Prof. Denka wasn't sure whether or not is was Nokori, who appeared only rarely, but it only lasted for a second. "If he's dead, he has no use to us."
"Fine. We'll throw him out." Prof. Denka took one of C's arms while Dr. Kagakusha took the other. They dragged the limp form down the hall. "Although this seems rather wasteful to me."
"We can always make another one if you're so desperate." Namida's voice came back with a vengeance after they left the room. "You shouldn't get too attached. After all, he is replacable."

Ganbare, watashitachi no chiisai kodocha...
Chotto no aida...nemute, Cy-chan...
Ganbare, watashitachi no chiisai kodocha...
Anata wa watashitachi no kodocha...
Mamoru to chikatta...
Watashidomo mamoru to chikatta...
Shitachi wa anata wo horeru...
Shitachi wa shiru anata wo ainiueru...
Shitachi wa anata wo setsuai...
Cy-chan...
Aishiteru...
Shitachi no Kodocha...

A old song rambled about his mind, the words disjointed and disconnected, having lost almost all meaning. He could identify simple words...but the meaning of the song was lost to him in his current state.
Although M-2 Specimen B was remaining strangely quiet, he was still tormented by the fact that he was unable to exit the strange mental world he had entered. Cyrus tried as hard as he could to snap the link he had started, but now that it had connected it did not seem to want to let go.
He couldn't feel much of anything except things that he knew, or thought he knew, were long lost memories.
The song, for one, was one that had been imprinted in his mind deeply. As usual with Cyrus, he rarely remembered encounters fully, instead only reliving feelings and catching glimpses of what he knew must have been what happened. That was what had happened with the song. He recalled feeling content and happy when he heard the song, feeling safe and warm, all feelings that he rarely felt. Because of that, he tried to keep the song running about in his mind for as long as possible, focusing on the melody and the words. He used to know what they meant, but any knowledge of Japanese was lost to him now.
But he could guess what it meant from what he remembered.
He remembered someone holding him...it may have been Rick...much as someone would have held a small child. He had never been held in such a way. Contact like that was unknown to him. Thus, feeling it for the first time was overwhelming and he had felt a surge of satisfaction rise so powerfully within him that he shocked him. He remembered someone else, most likely Daniel, stroking his hair while the two were singing to him.
Remembering such things hurt him, but he could also feel the satisfaction he felt at that point coming back to him. One of the few pleasures he truly remembered was the simple feeling of leaning against Rick's chest, feeling the vibration as he sang the soft song, which he knew what meant so long ago, but had lost all meaning to him...or had it...?
Why did it have to turn out the way it did? His thoughts wandered as the song played through him. Why couldn't he have been happy? With all he had ever been through, was that one pleasure to be denied him as well? What had he done so wrong that would lead him to kill two people that he loved? What kind of dark, inner demon propelled him to keep living, to cause the deaths of his parents? Why did this have to happen to him, someone who had suffered deep pain and torment during his short and brief life? Were there Gods toying with him somehow? Was he simply some kind of tool of amusement, doomed never to find fulfillment?
Why couldn't he remember things correctly...
Why was the meaning of the words eluding him...
Why was he running away from everything?
Why SHOULD he have to run away?
Anger began to flow through him. He had as much a right to be here as anyone. Sure, let those outside tell him to give up, let them tell him he was nothing close to human, let them tell him what they wanted in an effort to bring him down. He had a right to live, even if he had been brought into the world artificially. He had a right to live...he had parents...and he had a song...all for himself...
He had a right to live...
Why should he question his life?
Why should he ask himself questions that had no answers and would only torment them until they were solved in some kind of miracle? Foolishness. He should concern himself with what was happening in the present, not what might happen nor why it happened. He was alive and that was all that mattered. That was all that should matter. He would continue living, even if it was just to show the whole world that he should.
Even if it was just to prove that Rick and Daniel hadn't wasted their lives...
Keep trying...
Words began to click in his mind.
Our little child...
He could feel crystal forming around his eyes and forced it away, keeping to his previous promise.
For just a little while...
Pain shot through him. Words regained meaning.
Sleep...Cy-chan...
Cyrus closed what felt like his eyes and tried to obey the command, finding himself slipping further away, to where he did not know.

Darkness...metal...
Was he back?
He shot upwards, finding his head banging against something that was also metal. Cursing loudly, he rubbed the sore spot, looking around him. It was generally dark, but it didn't take him too much effort to realize where he was.
A dumpster.
"What th' ^$# ?" He looked around, confused. He brushed himself off as much as possible and tried to stand, but the unstable surface made that difficult.
Also, his headache was back. And it had brought reinforcements.
Cursing under his breath, he pushed up the lid to the dumpster, looking about him. As far as he could tell, there was no one even remotely near him. He smiled to himself as he slid out onto the floor, his feet making no noise.
"So, done with me, are you? Good, 'cause 'm done with you, that's for #^#$in' sure. See you in ^#$, y'^#$ er's. But even if I do, it'll be too #^ #in' soon."
Cyrus looked and noted the hole he had once blasted into the wall in a panic had been roughly patched up somehow and there was a guard in front of it. With almost no emotion, Cyrus reached for his gun, brought it up, and fired.
It took several minutes for him to realize that he didn't have his gun.
Still swearing, he began to rummage about the dumpster.
"C'mon, y#$^#er's, what use would y'have for m'gun, anyway? Y'must've thrown it out somewhere around here. C'mon, baby, I know yer in here. C'mon..."
His search did prove successful as he managed to glimpse the barrel of his gun protruding through the refuse. Ignoring it, he pulled the gun out joyfully. Wiping it off, he examined it thoroughly.
"#^#$...removed all th'bullets. #^#$ them."
Sighing, he tucked it into his pocket, his normal holster missing. "Well, looks like 'm goin' t'have t'wing it from here..."
Putting his hands together, he began to focus. "Never done this before..."
With great effort, he managed to control the energy that naturally ran through him to concentrate between his hands. This was made more difficult then it might have been considering his headache only seemed to intensify when he tried to concentrate. Straining to keep it under control, he flung the collection of energy towards the guard that was standing, oblivious."But first time for everythin'."
The guard collapsed silently. Moving quickly, Cyrus dashed for the wall he had once broken. Studying it quickly, he pressed his hand against and accessed his anger once more, causing the mortar to crumble in front of him. Running through the re-opened hole, he was shocked to find that it was snowing.
He had learned about snow from Rick and Daniel, but he had never truly experienced it. Assuming it was the same as running on ground, he continued to run, wondering how long he had been captive and how long it would take for the scientists to realize he was gone.
He didn't care. He wished they didn't as well.
He was suspicious of love now...as far as he knew it hurt people...it had killed two people already...and that was just for him. How much more could it kill? How dangerous was love anyway? Why did it still exist if it only caused pain?
Angrily forcing these thoughts from his mind, Cyrus ran in the frigid cold, surprised at the now icy winds that ripped through his thin frame, ignoring the fact that his clothing was getting caught on bushes and thorns, his entire sleeve almost torn off by one particularly thorny branch. He wasn't going to try and figure out his existence anymore. Leave that to those who only have self-pity and hate left in their miserable lives, like B. He didn't have self-pity, because he knew who he was.
He knew who he was and what he had done and he was going to move on and continue with his life, because that was what he had been given and life never gave a second chance. He wasn't going to give up now.
He knew who he was.
He was Cyrus.
The son of Rick and Daniel.
The product of three...only three scientists. At least, physically.
He was Cyrus.
He cursed as something with sharp prickles slashed across his face, causing blood to run into his strange, mysterious eyes.
He knew what he wanted, he knew who he was. The only thing he didn't know was where he was going. But that could be fixed.
Another branch struck him across the face, but he forced the pain away through sheer determination. As if running was all he could do. He poured almost all his energy into keeping his legs moving, even though he wasn't touching the ground.
He was Cyrus.
A sharp pain, almost like someone had stabbed a dagger through his head, shot through his temples. He cursed loudly, almost shouting because of the simple fact that he could.
Yes, he was Cyrus...he knew that.
He also knew he had wanted to live a normal life...like a normal person, which he was not. But now...
Now he also knew he needed a drink. And a cigarette. He smiled grimly at his own thoughts.
"Just so I don't #^$ in' lose my #^$#."

The End
(Author's Note: This took me ferever ta finish. ^_^o It totally spun outta my control. ^_^o Ah well...Cyrus sure has a past, don't he? He's so darn cool. ^_^ Hee hee. I feel bad fer killin off Rick and Daniel tho...I liked them...they were cute...^_^ Why is it that gay guys are so cute? I have no idea. ^_^ Ah well...poor Cyrus...)