> He sat on a bed. He was in a room about 20' x 20'. There was
>the bed, a dresser, a night stand, and a bookcase. On the bookcase
>was about 100+ books. Daniel used to tease him about how he could
>open up his own bookstore. Daniel was the closest thing to a friend
>in the mansion.
> Daniel was his personal tutor. He'd spend about 7 hours with
>Daniel, then go to his room and read about the next day. The next
>day he'd see Daniel, that is. Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and
>Sundays he was with Daniel. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays he
>spent 4 hours with sensei Kamiya, an hour break, then another four
>hours with Colonel Whitefire.
> Sensei Kamiya was tough on him. Too tough sometimes, but he
>managed. Besides, that's what he wanted. A martial arts sensei.
>Kamiya seemed to be a friend of his 'father', but he didn't know in
>what way. Sensei Kamiya taught him almost everything he knew in the
>martial arts, but he'd pick stuff up later. He just wanted to know
>enough to not be beat if he had to use his fists.
> Colonel Whitefire was for his first line of defense. Weapons.
>The Colonel knew almost everything to knew in that area. Once he
>had found out about his 'father', he'd been determined to wipe out
>all existence of White Umbrella. To do that though, he needed to
>learn how to protect himself. Weapons was his first choice, but
>then he'd started thinking about what if he didn't have them. Then
>he'd be screwed. That's when he asked his 'father' for a martial
>arts sensei.
> He'd been so pissed. Living in a house with secret
>laboratories all his life and not knowing about it. He could have
>forgiven that, but not for what they were making in the labs.
>Military biological weapons. He'd been even more pissed when he
>heard about the other labs…
>
> Akisame looked over to the guy beside him.
> [[Should you wake him?]]
> The guy was sweating and twitching slightly.
> "No, he's all right." Akisame checked over his beads. "That
>reminds me, what's my temperature?"
> [[Still not the coolest. 100.1]]
> Akisame swallowed another Tylenol.
>
> He was now in the backyard of the mansion. Sensei Kamiya was
>standing across from him. They were having one of their daily
>spares. Kamiya walked over to a large barrel and pulled out a very
>large sword.
> "Today's lesson. How to disarm a man. Start."
> All the lessons lately were improvisation. Single goal.
>Survive.
> He ran up to Kamiya and jumped over him as Kamiya swung. As he
>landed, he felt Kamiya back kick him. He fell to the ground, but
>jumped up just in time to avoid the down coming blade. The lesson
>went on for another hour before he got pissed. Kamiya had cut him.
>Left arm. Right next to were he was shot. He was pissed.
>
> "What the…" Akisame once again turned to look at the guy, and
>found that this time there was a faint orangish color behind his
>glasses. It looked like it was coming from behind his left eyelid.
>
> He charged at Kamiya. The sword shot down, but he ducked out
>of the way and punched Kamiya in the jaw. Before Kamiya had time to
>fall, he sweep-kicked Kamiya. When Kamiya had fallen to the ground,
>he almost punched him again, but stopped in mid-punch.
>
> [[He looks more red.]]
> The guy's face was definitely redder than before.
>
> Now he was in the compound next to the mansion. Colonel
>Whitefire was pointing a gun at him.
>"What do you do if someone's pointing a gun at you, and you're in no
>position to grab a gun?"
> "I improvise…" he said, dropping to the ground and shooting an
>energy beam at Whitefire. As the beam hit, Whitefire pulled the
>trigger on the paint ball gun. Whitefire got back up and changed
>guns.
> "For real this time. No martial arts shit either."
> Whitefire pointed the gun at him. When the Colonel gave his
>usual wink, he jumped into the air and reached for his own gun.
>Whitefire fired in the air, hitting him in the left arm.
> *BAM*
>He almost fell to the ground, but managed to landed right in front
>of the Colonel and had his gun against Whitefire's Adam's apple. He
>then grabbed the gun out of the Colonels hand and holstered it,
>almost pulling the trigger on his own gun.
>
> [[Maybe you should wake him up…]]
> "No, he's stopped turning now…"
> Just a few moments ago the guy was twisting and turning
>violently, but now he stopped.
>
> He was back in his room, Daniel was sitting beside him.
> "In all the years I've been your tutor, I've never been in your
>room…" Daniel said, looking around the room.
> "Well, we usually have our lessons in the study… Why are we
>meeting in my room?"
> "Because this may be my last day teaching you."
> "But…"
> "Don't talk. Just listen. I've teached you almost everything
>I can. As of tomorrow a new tutor will have to be brought in.
>Shit, you could be my tutor right now! I asked to meet you here
>because I need to give you something. Don't open it until you
>finish your martial arts training." Daniel handed him a folder.
>"Just hide it in your bookcase. Don't look at anything in it until
>your finished. Promise?"
> He thought about it for a few seconds. "Promise."
>
> "Looks like he's calming down…"
> The guy had not moved too much for the last few minutes.
>
> Now he was outside.
> *The time to leave is now…*
> He'd finished his martial arts training. Well, as much as he
>wanted. He'd also learned all he was going to learn from Colonel
>Whitefire. With not much he wanted to learn left in the education
>aspect of life, he decided to leave home and start taking out White
>Umbrella.
> Then he saw her again.
> "What are… Oh! Danny!"
> She stood at the door. He could only see her silhouette. He
>remembered seeing her long ago. Obviously she remembered him.
> "Oh, I'm just…taking a walk…" he lied.
> "Like last time, right?" she said with a sarcastic tone.
> Five years prior he had tried to run away from home. Before he
>knew about White Umbrella. Her yard was next to his, but he never
>had seen her until that point. He had crossed into her yard and she
>knocked him out with something. She had thought he was a thief.
>Latter she found out that he was running away, but somehow she
>managed to convince him to stay. The fact that he kind of liked her
>helped. As did 'father's' bodyguards who had come shortly after he
>had woken up.
> "Ya, just like last time."
> Last time she had asked him his name. He never really thought
>about it before that time. He didn't know his own name. He asked
>'father' when he was returned, but he never got an answer. Not
>wanting to tell her that he didn't know his own name, he 'borrowed'
>one. Daniel. He told her Danny. Daniel, his tutor for a year,
>seemed like a nice guy. Not like his other two tutors. So he
>decided to tell her his name was Danny.
> "I don't have to knock you out again, do I?"
> "No, but I have just one question…"
> "What?"
>They were talking to each other like they'd been together for the
>last five years.
> "How did you knock me out?"
> "My foot. My father is a martial arts sensei."
> "Oh…"
> Suddenly a voice came from behind.
> "I thought you were out here. You're fathers been looking for
>you. He's been worried…"
> *I'll bet…*
> "…come home."
> It was another of 'father's' bodyguards.
> He said good-bye to her then went with Geoff, the bodyguard.
> For the next three years he snuck out of the house to see her
>for awhile. Sometimes she'd go to his room. A funny thing about
>this was that he never learned her name until a year after the
>second time he saw her. It never occurred to him. Patricia, but
>she liked to be called Pat. He would have seen her for years to
>come, but that was not to be…
>
> "Geez…"
> Akisame turned to the guy and notice a vein pop up, and his
>teeth clenched. The guy twitched, and then his glasses fell off.
>
> He was standing in a arena of sorts. For the past five months
>he had been 'sparing' with the biological weapons. He had like the
>opportunity to fight the monsters. It had given him practice. They
>were always disguised. Somehow they managed to get the monsters in
>a suit of some kind. They always had bulges of some sorts in the
>suits. The only thing that he didn't know about each monster was
>how they looked. He'd find out in the next year.
> Before him was a suit like none other before. It looked like a
>human was under it. They had said they were experimenting with new
>species. This made him even more mad. It wasn't that it was a new
>challenge, it was that this time it could have once been a human.
>No bulges. No protrusions.
> He decided to finish it quickly and put whatever it was to
>rest.
> The sound to go sounded and he raced toward it, kicking it in
>the stomach. The thing fell back, hands waving frantically. It
>stopped waving and pulled at the helmet.
> He kicked at the thing again, but this time it jumped up and
>kicked him back.
> They said it had intelligence.
>The two fought ferociously for about ten minutes. The fight ended
>when he got tired of fighting and pulled out his sword. The blade
>was about six feet long and the handle a foot. He swung at the
>suit, and of course it jumped, but he was ready. He had given the
>blade an upward turn, and it sliced the suit in the arm. It fell
>and he put the blade away. Walking over to the suit, he noticed
>that it was holding it's arm.
> They said that though it was smart, it didn't shrug off wounds
>like the other suits.
> Standing over it, he gave the death sentence.
> "KAMEHAMEHA!"
> The suit struggled to get out of the way, but to no success.
>Then one thing that he did not expect to happen happened.
> The suit's suit got blown off. The blast had blasted it to
>shreds. What was left was a bruised, cut, burnt body of a female
>about his age.
> *The assholes! They had me fighting a real…*
> His thoughts stopped when he recognized who it was.
> Pat.
> Her mouth was taped shut. He walked closer to her, half
>tripping occasionally in disbelief. He kneeled next to the limp
>body and picked up her arm.
> "What did…"
> He noticed on her arm a small puncture.
> "They drugged you…"
> He looked her over, noticing every wound, every bruise. All of
>which he'd inflicted on her. He did something he had never done for
>the last 15 years. He cried.
> "Pat. Don't die. I didn't know. I had no idea…" By this
>point he had her in his arms. "Please forgive me. I…I love you…"
> He had wrapped his arms around her and was now balling in her
>hair. He felt a small beat in her bare chest, and felt it fade
>away. He never learned CPR or First Aid, now wishing that he did.
>He was paralyzed to do anything else. After a long moment the
>speakers came on saying something, but he didn't listen. Then the
>doors opened and in came five guards. He didn't notice them until
>one grabbed at his arm.
> *No…*
> "No…"
> He grabbed the arm and twisted it. He twisted it so much that
>he heard a snap. The guard fell to the ground, his mouth moving,
>but he didn't hear anything except the beating of his own heart. He
>placed Pat on the ground and stood, turning to the other four
>guards, all of which now had pistols drawn. When he faced them,
>they all backed away. He blasted one against the wall, fifty feet
>away, and threw a knife at another. The other two fired, but he
>dodged away from them. Rolling on the ground, he grabbed another
>knife and popped up in front of one other guard, bringing his hand
>up and sticking the knife into the mans temple. The last guard
>fired at him, but the man was in so much fear of him that all his
>shots missed. He walked towards the man, the man backing away.
>When the man backed himself against a wall, he clicked at the
>trigger, but nothing fired. He walked in front of the man and
>grabbed at the man's neck, lifting the man at lest a foot above the
>ground. Without so much as a thought, he squeezed, and the man
>struggled, then went limp.
> He dropped the body, then dropped himself. Crying. Picking
>himself up, he walked over to Pat and lifted her up. Though tear
>filled eyes, he walked out of the arena, the compound, then ran out
>of the city.
> When he had gotten to the next state, he dropped to the ground
>and cried. He mourned her for days until he had finally dug a hole
>for her. She was, by this time, turning blue. He buried her under
>a tree in a field in California. He continued to morn her for weeks
>after he buried her.
> Waking up one day, he walked to the nearest White Umbrella lab.
> He felt pissed.
> He prepared to fire another blast, this time charging up for
>about an hour. All that was left of the lab was a crater…about the
>size of a small village. He had to aim upward to avoid blowing up
>the entire state.
> Now vision flashed though his head. Visions of the arena…
>
> [[Now would be a good time to wake him…]]
> The guy was tossing and turning more violently than before. He
>had been doing that for awhile now. Now, though, the guy was
>shouting out words like 'murderer', 'shits', killers', and 'liar'.
> "Way ahead of you…"
> Akisame was shaking the guy.
> "Hey, wake uuuuu……."
> The guy's hand had shot up and grabbed his neck, holding
>Akisame above the ground. The guy stood up and looked at him.
>Akisame could hardly believe his eyes.
> One of the guys eyes was black. Not all black, but the retina.
> And the other eye was glowing red. Blood red. The guy's face was
>one of sheer anger. Suddenly the guy dropped him and fell to the
>ground himself, holding his arm.
> "S…Sorry…" the guy gasped, his voice sincere. Then he pasted
>out.
> "What just happened…?" Akisame asked himself, rubbing his neck.
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