Welcome to Omega Science Incorporated. Here, We Seek The Perfect World.

As a new employee at Omega Science, you'll need to be informed of our intentions, goals, and projects.

Omega Science is a worldwide incorporation, so to better achieve our goals. We research new life and improving what life already exists. To the public, we give out medicines and vaccines, little more than a pharmaceutical company. But our work goes much deeper than that.

The current project, Project Superboy, is aiming to create an ideal male hominid. Twenty specimens have been collected from ten cities around the world: Cairo, Chicago, Hong Kong, London, Manhattan, Mexico City, Miami, Nagasaki, Paris, and Tokyo. Two specimens were selected from each city. One of each couple was chosen for their incredible strength. The other was chosen for the fact that they know the first and, in some way, compliment the other's strength. For example, the pair from Tokyo, the second is quick, agile, and trained in defense while the first relies mainly on strength and not technique.

The twenty shall be kept here, in the main HQ, for research and creation of our perfect being. Each pair will be made to create their own version of the perfect male hominid, and compete against each other as they do so to inspire them to give this project their all.

To create each of the ten experiments, DNA of each parent specimen will be introduced into one of the special molds kept here in HQ. Once the mold has been brought to life, the resulting hominid will be kept with it's two parents for observation and for them to work with.

Should any of the groups attempt to rebel, the outside specimens will be exterminated and the child specimen is to be taken to Lab 12 for experimentation of the mechanics being developed there.

Is this understood?

Welcome to Omega Science Incorporated, where our ultimate goal is to create the perfect world.

We Seek The Perfect World.

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{Izaya's POV}

I groaned sitting up.

Ugh, I couldn't see... Everything was all white...

But as I lifted my hands to rub at my eyes, I realized I could see them just fine. Making a noise of confusion, I stood up and looked aroung. I was in a white room with no visible doors and only one window, which was tinted lights were florescent, and painfully bright. The walls were cement, and the floor was carpeted.

This was like the start of a bad dream. How cheesy and classless.

Myself, I was dressed in loose-fitting white clothes, essentially pajamas. Again, how tactless. What on earth had happened to make me have dreams like this?

A soft groan made me whip around.

"Shizu-chan?" I muttered.

Okay, now we were getting somewhere. Locked in a room with no conceivable way out and a sleeping Shizu-chan? This was starting to turn into a genuine bad dream...

He was wearing the same kind of tasteless pajamas I was, but I got the feeling he looked better in them than I did. He was curled up, not quite into a ball, but his knees were definitely pulled up. His face was peaceful, and from the depression in the carpet next to him, I'd been resting up against him.

Wonderful.

How did I get out of here?

I began pacing around the room, looking for any kind of way out.

"Nngh..."

Just what I needed, Shizu-chan waking up... I spun around to face him. He was already on his knees, growling at me. "Where the hell are we, you louse?" he snarled, climbing to his feet.

I held my hands up submissively. "I don't know, Shizu-chan, all I know is that there's no visible way out. Perhaps you can punch a hole in the wall and we can kill each other later." I suggested.

He glared at me for a moment longer before nodding and walking over the the wall. Running his fingertips over it, he frowned a little.

"What?" I asked.

"I hope it's not too thick... Cement's a little harder to break through than other materials when it's thicker..."

I moved to the opposite side of the room as he prepared himself to punch through the wall.

"It's no use, don't bother."

We both whipped around. The wall opposite the window had risen up, revealing a bustling hallway lit with blue lights. A group of nine stood in the hole where the wall had once existed. All of them wore sleek white clothes. Eight of the nine looked like guards, holding obviously powerful guns that I couldn't name at the ready, as well as having a belt that was probably full of nifty toys. The ninth wore a lab-coat over a black tank-top and shorts, also wearing fishnet and heels. She held a clipboard and pen at her side. All of them wore masks that one would find at a festival, the white animal faces with colorful patterns painted onto them. The guards wore the traditional dog-face with red and yellow stripe-like markings, but the woman wore a rabbit with blue and indigo flower-patterns. The hall was filled with people in similar get-ups, all painted a light blue in the light. I could see keypads next to large garage-door looking things— more rooms like this?— and as I watched, a couple of men in clothes like Shizu-chan's and mine were steered past, hands held behind their backs by something I couldn't name.

"This facility was designed against such monstrous strength. The walls are reinforced with several special alloys, so you won't be able to beat your way out of it." the woman said sharply.

"Great. Why would you need to do that? Where is this, anyway?" I asked.

"Everything will be explained during orientation. If you don't fuss or misbehave, perhaps you'll hear everything when it's explained." she replied.

Suddenly the guards were twisting our arms behind our backs, holding us down. Deciding to follow the rabbit's advice, I allowed them to fasten on whatever freakish cuffs they had on my wrists. The metal was cold, tight, and covered most of my forearms. Shizuo wasn't so compliant, snarling and struggling under the four restraining him.

"Pick the pace up! Now!" the rabbit ordered, snapping her fingers. Two guards left me to aid the four struggling with Shizu-chan, the two still there hauling me to my feet.

With both of us finally constrained to Rabbit's satisfaction, a length of chain was run between us, keeping us together. The guards steered us into the hallway, and Rabbit nodded sharply. Spinning on her heel— we winced, expecting her to fall— she began to walk swiftly down the hall. We were urged to follow. Moving quickly down the hall, I saw similar groups, some in rooms, some walking down the hall. Reaching a much larger room, we both gasped.

It was lit with blue, white and green florescent lights— white on the first level, blue on the second and third, and green on the fourth. Machines that looked like they were from some science-fiction nightmare movie dominated the room, seeming to be numerous on the third floor as well. Guards were everywhere, and Rabbit's coworkers were everywhere. Shizu-chan and I were steered to pretty much the center of the room, where a few other pairs were already standing. Five more groups came in and were forced to stand with us, then a man with a monkey-mask stepped before the twenty of us.

"Welcome to the center of research and development for Omega Science Incorporated. You'll be staying here for an undefined amount of time, so allow me to explain before you all go yelling.

"Here at Omega Science, we research new life and improving what life there is. Our current project, Project Superboy, is delving into human genetics. Each of you was chosen for a specific reason; Half of you were brought here for your inhuman strength, and the other because you compliment your partner in some way. You were all chosen for the fact that each of you knows your partner."

This was starting to sound like Shinra's happy-place...

"The goal of Project Superboy is to create an ideal male hominid. You all are going to be aiding this project in ways my superior has not totally specified yet. It will also be a bit of a competition, each pair competing against the others."

Instantly, objections arose, mostly things like, 'You want me to work with THIS THING?!'

But the monkey-man didn't do anything to quiet us down, merely tapping his foot on the floor until we'd settled. Shizuo and I exchanged a look. This wasn't turning out so well... What did this Omega group want?

"For the moment, you and your partner merely need to chose a mold for your specimen. If it helps, consider this a science-project at school." Monkey told us drily.

Oh, sure, that made me feel so much better...

The guards quieted us and Monkey gestured for us to follow him. We padded across the cool floor— our feet were bare, and made little noise against it— reminding me of prison-marches. I shivered, squashing the urge to move closer to Shizuo. From the look on his face, he was thinking similar thoughts. As we moved up a set of stairs to the second level, we exchanged a worried look.

Perhaps I'd been harsh in always saying that he only had a single-celled brain... Maybe he had a two-celled brain.

"These are molds?!" someone yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I almost wished they hadn't.

A long row of featureless boys, teens and young men rested in compartments covered with glass, heart rate monitors beeping regularly, as one, to the side. Each one had pale skin, no hair, and closed eyes. They were like incomplete dolls, waiting for the doll-maker to pick them up and finish them... It looked like ten-year-olds to a few years older than Shizu-chan...

"Yes. To create the ideal masculine figure, you need a body, do you not?"

Oh, look, Rabbit was back.

"For now, you just need to select a body. The mind-set will be appropriate to the body, and your specimen will be delivered to you upon completion for you to work with. Together with your partner, choose the body you think the perfect male would inhabit." Monkey said, gesturing to the pods.

Slowly, the other pairs began moving along the row, looking at each body and murmuring among themselves.

"This is wrong..." Shizuo growled. I could tell he was straining at the freaky cuffs, but with no positive results.

"Considering the things those guards have, I don't think we have a choice..." I replied softly, scanning the row. There, one couple had chosen a body that looked around my age. The scientist-freaks drew blood-samples, then a small group of guards took them away. "What kind of body should we pick?" I asked as most of the other duos picked, had blood drawn, and were taken away.

"... I can't believe this..." Shizuo muttered.

"That one looks pretty good." I said, jerking my head towards the one at the very end of the row. The oldest body, at a guess, well-toned and physically mature.

"No. An ideal person needs to be old enough to understand some of life's hardships, be mature, and take things seriously, but young enough to have an overly perfect idea of the world, open to others, and be easy to work with. Someone too young won't understand the complexities of the world and be too energetic, but someone old enough to understand those complexities would have no spark."

I blinked in surprise. "Wow, Shizu-chan," I admired, "That was so deep. I'm impressed."

"Shut up, you louse..." he hissed.

I smirked a little despite the situation, looking over the bodies. "So a teenager?"

"Older teen or young adult, yeah."

As we began to look at the remaining bodies, the last pair was taken away. We were the only ones left, with all the attention on us.

"How about this one?" Shizuo asked, voice soft. The boy he was standing before was slim, with a faint hourglass shape, and somewhat tall. The build was a lot more delicate than what I would've gone with, but it was definitely an okay body...

"Sure. This one." I nodded, making sure my voice was sharp and clear. But as the masked freaks approached with their needles, I shrank towards Shizu-chan, objecting, "Why the needles?! And just how are you gonna complete them?"

All heads turned towards Monkey and Rabbit, who shrugged.

I guess we were gonna find out...

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The third level. There were more of the nightmare-machines here. There were also what looked like operating tables, which all the chosen bodies were put on. Rabbit snapped, ordering that ours be done first, and I randomly noticed that the body Shizu-chan and I had chosen was the youngest of the ten.

The scientists began moving purposefully about, connecting drips to the featureless body, as well as electrodes and monitors and things I couldn't even think of stupid nicknames for. The blood that'd been drawn from Shizu-chan and I was placed in one of the nightmare-machines, which began to purr, lights flickering softly from the sides.

"This is nice, how does it complete your little experiment?" Shizuo snapped.

"Just watch." Rabbit ordered sharply. "Begin!"

Fluid began to flow into the boy. His heart rate picked up, and his breathing, once regular and inaudible, became heavier. I frowned, eyes narrowed.

Was it just me, or was his skin... becoming darker...?

The boy began to thrash, moaning and crying out. His heart rate was racing, and he was on the verge of screaming as his back arched into a perfect bow. Shizuo and I both lunged forward, telling them to stop, but were stopped by the guards.

He was screaming now, and his head was becoming covered in hair. It was similar to Shizu-chan's, dark brown and messy, with black highlights. He raked his nails down the slick tabletop, the tantrum suddenly gone. His breath was ragged, body coated in sweat as he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball of misery and pain.

"That's how you intend to make your perfect human?!" Shizuo yelled. Before he could continue, one of the guards plunged a hypodermic needle into his arm. He passed out almost instantly. I had no time to think before I felt an unpleasant prick in my already-sore arm and fell unconscious as well.