Disclaimer: You must be insane if you think I own Wallflower.

Author's Notes: Dear god I hate my computer and my writing skills. I was halfway finished with this chapter when the moron rebooted itself. So now I have to start from scratch and try to remember what I wrote. Sorry for not updating this story in such a long time.

Music for this chapter: Ourselves Ayumi Hamasaki, -shinsou- (one) Dir en grey, 24 Jem

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It goes without saying that when survival is threatened, struggles erupt between peoples, and unfortunate wars between nations result.

- Tojo Hideki

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Juunigatsu no Unmei:.
Training
ArashiAkurei

Kyohei whistled absently as he strolled down the halls of Kamura Corp. with Sunako following silently behind him. The girl didn't make as much as a single noise ever since they left his room. He vaguely wondered about her---what did she know? What information has been interpreted by her brain? What did she think was her purpose for being here? After those strings of thoughts, he then began to wonder why Reiko approved of such a project. She knew that cloning was against the law, but he doubted that she really cared at this point. When your country is being torn apart by war, the main thing you can bring yourself to care about is survival. Kyohei slowly drifted into thoughts of his past, thoughts of how Japan was like before the war reached them.

He'd ride around in his red tricycle, scowling at anyone that dared approach him. His parents loved him dearly, even though her mom went hysterical and nearly threw him out after dealing with some of the rabid fans. He remembered when the first missile exploded on Japanese soil, how his parents held him tightly. Dear god, he remembered how they promised him it'd be alright. Such broken promises. He remembered sobbing his heart out when the bomb tore apart his house and neighborhood. His father died on impact; his mom was trapped beneath a support beam, screaming in pain as the flames and smoke licked at her broken body. She told him to get away from her as she cried.

I'm so sorry Kyohei...so sorry...

He was eight years old when it happened. It nearly broke him in two pieces and left him to wander the Earth in sorrow. Instead, he ran out of the house, crying. Several hours later, he was halfway across town. He was dirty from the smoke and ashes, and his eyes were still red and puffy from all the tears he shed. His poor attention to his surroundings caused him to trip over a large crack in the ground and he hit the ground with a whimper. He lay there for several seconds before pushing himself up and sniffing.

A boy around his age stood there, looking as lost as he did. The boy's black hair was matted and in total disarray as if he'd been in a fight. His lips were chapped and his cobalt eyes sparked with recognition as they focused on Kyohei.

"Takano-kun?" he whispered in a hoarse, timid, unbelieving voice. Kyohei recognized him in an instant.

"Oda-kun?" the boy nodded, and Kyohei jumped forth and clamped onto him. A familiar face was what he needed, and it seemed the same way for Takenaga. "Mommy and daddy are dead... I feel like crying again..."

"Don't cry, they got my family too," Takenaga bit his lip and his eyes watered. "I'm so tired...hungry...thirsty..."

At that moment, an explosion tore the house across from them apart, and they screamed as bullets rang through the air. Screams erupted from dying men and footsteps sounded in the once-empty neighborhood. The two crouched right behind a wall, terrified for their lives. Men bearing the symbol for the rebel forces ran past, unaware of the two boys. They were soon shot to death. One fell backwards onto Takenaga and he gasped in shock. Bullets flew by their heads and would've hit them if the attack continued. At that moment, a woman's voice could be heard screaming.

"Stop, you fools!" she rushed to the site and crouched down in front of Kyohei and Takenaga. They flinched back in fright, and she shushed them. "Don't worry... sorry you had to see that. Why are you boys out here all alone?"

They didn't answer her because the truth was, they didn't trust her.

"Poor dears, where are your families? Are they dead?" slowly, Takenaga nodded. "I guess that leaves me no choice but to take care of you two."

She held out a hand. "From now on, I will train you and take care of you as my own. You will avenge your parents. From now on, you are part of Kamura Corp."

Kyohei.

He shook out of his trance and looked around frantically. He discovered that the voice came from Sunako. She stood in front of a doorway, giving him an utterly blank look before she disappeared inside. He realized then that he just walked right past Takenaga's office without noticing. He sighed, banishing the thoughts to the dark recesses of his mind and stepped inside. The walls of the office were a muted, grey-blue. There was a large window behind Takenaga. He was seated behind a bland, mahogany desk. Four chairs were currently placed in the room, but no one sat in them.

A girl stood behind Takenaga; Kyohei recognized her as the other agent. She was tall, slim, with blonde hair and dark amethyst eyes. Her lips folded together in such a way that she looked like she was pouting---but her eyes were as emotionless as Sunako's. Kyohei raised an eyebrow at this before taking a seat in the chair in front of the desk. Sunako, however, remained standing.

"Don't you want to take a seat, Sunako?" Takenaga asked, motioning to the chair next to Kyohei.

"That won't be necessary."

"Ah. Noi didn't want to take a seat either. Anyway," he tossed a manila folder onto the desk. Kyohei picked it up and flipped it open, glancing at the picture of a porky, bearded man. "That man, Toshiro Fukamori, is an arms dealer. His partners include the rebel forces of many countries, including ours. Terminating him is vital to our success. I've gotten word from Ranmaru that he made a reservation for the party room in the nightclub. Perhaps we can arrange something then."

"Why don't we just swoop in there undercover and take care of them?" Kyohei inquired. Takenaga was about to make a response when the girl, Noi, beat him to it.

"That plan lacks tact and consideration. Have you thought about how you were going to get in there in the first place?"

"Well… ummm…"

"If it's like any normal nightclub, they will check you for concealed weapons before admitting you. Unless, of course, you have another way of getting in?"

"Whoa, calm down Nakahara-san," Takenaga sighed. "Ranmaru can let us in through the back door since he's in charge of the place. Speaking of the devil…"

At that moment, a man with blonde (with hints of red) hair came in through the door. His red eyes focused in on Takenaga and Kyohei. He was dressed in a white silk dress shirt and tight black pants. Acting as if he was royalty, he pulled one of the chairs towards him and placed himself in it.

"We were just talking about the plan."

"I can sneak you two in," Ranmaru eyed Takenaga and Kyohei, but jabbed his fingers at Noi and Sunako. "Those two, however… it'd be best if they provided a distraction worthy enough to capture Fukamori's attention."

"Didn't the boss fill you in?" Kyohei sighed in exasperation. "Apparently, they're better at us in combat---and definitely strategies."

"…Well then, I've got just the plan. What's your name, my dear?" he held his hand out to Noi; she ignored it completely.

"Noi."

"Well, Noi, are you and your dear partner familiar with a pop star by the name of Koda Kumi?" they both sit in silence for a minute, before Sunako and Noi shook their heads. "Well…if you can pull off her dance routine in Juicy…"

"Hell. No." Takenaga narrowed his eyes. "We don't need those kinds of theatrics in order to pull this off."

"On the contrary, it'd be quite perfect. Considering how you two stand out way too much in a normal crowd and they're…"

"It could work, Takenaga," Kyohei murmured. Takenaga leveled him with a glare; Sunako and Noi remained eerily quiet. Ranmaru patted Kyohei on the back.

"Well at least someone's a man about it," Ranmaru teased. Takenaga sighed.

"Fine. As long as it doesn't cross any more lines than it already does."

"Oh, but I was thinking of bring Yuki into it! And then all the girls will swarm on him and---"

He was silenced by a rolled up newspaper, brought down upon his head. He hissed several curses under his breath as Reiko walked into the room.

"Brilliant plan, but if you involve poor Yuki in it, I will skin you alive. Good planning, boys!"

She left the boys with a smile on her face. Kyohei and Takenaga shuddered, feeling the chills of the threat. Ranmaru was still aching from the (not at all severe) smack on the head.

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Ranmaru pressed the "open" button for the DVD player, and popped the DVD in. He pressed play and turned around to face Noi and Sunako. Both wore vacant expressions, still dressed in sweatshirts and sweatpants. He sighed and shook his head, before motioning to the screen.

"You have exactly two days to perfect this routine. You two will be checked on in a few hours. The outfits are right there if you think you've gotten the hang of it. I have to teach the dance to Takenaga and Kyohei. See ya."

With that, he left the two girls in the room with the doors closed. Ranmaru jogged down the hall to where Takenaga and Kyohei were waiting in front of another TV set. He popped the same DVD in. Takenaga covered his eyes as soon as Koda walked in through the saloon doors.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to go along with this."

"Well then, guys," Ranmaru smirked. "Let's get to work!"

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Arashi: Well, if you don't have any idea who Koda Kumi is… go on YouTube and watch her PV, Juicy. Just warning ya now, it's on the same level as "Dirrty" from Christina Aguilera, if not a bit more insane.