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PR0J3CT X: UT0P1AN GENE

Chapter One

Utopian: modeled on or aiming for a state in which everything is perfect; idealistic.

It's been six years and he still couldn't understand how his mother could willingly do this to him. Yet here he was, in the same white room they kept him in. Deep purple eyes scanned the room's components like they've done a million times over. He was left in the same white sheet bed with his white uniform to gaze at the same colorless door he entered and glare at his blank white dresser, nightstand, dinner table and windowless walls. He had heard of the outside world from the rare encounters he had with the others. He still remembered each and every one of their faces. He doubted most of them were still alive still about sixty percent pass on just by the first 'examination'.

The silvered haired youth scoffed. More like experimentation. There were originally at least a hundred and seventy-five, that he could remember. Now their numbers where dwindling in the twenties to tens, at least those where the numbers given to him when he was five.

His door opened but he didn't even spare his 'guest' a glance. He just numbly followed the scientist out into the hallways at to his latest experimentation. He didn't even winced when they shoved the IV into his arm, nor did he panic when his lights started to dim. This was normal to him, this was his life. The life he was curse with when his mother willingly gave birth to him for the advancement of science. If the poison they pumped him full with didn't kill him, then them cutting him open should have, or the result's they ended up with after messing with his DNA would have, but somehow he was one of the rare ones that survived each time.

Snowy white eye lashes closed with acceptance as his world began to get bleary. He didn't need to see what's around him to know where he was, he could hear where he was. Underneath the loud beeping of the medical equipment and the scissoring of his own flesh, he could hear the electrons ram the walls of their prison inside of the central core. The central core was the mechanical device that gave power, remembered each and every one of the files and monitored Project X. Ah, excuse him, PR0J3CT X.

He smirked weakly from his placement on the metal-exam table, which much to his amusement stood right beneath the oh-so-important central core. His 'home', as his sadistic humor liked to call it, was surrounded by many electronic tools that dangled and leeched off the central cores power. He vaguely wondered if he was 'sleeping' now. It was so quite when he was poisoned; he pondered if they finally killed him yet.

The snow white boy frowned in distaste as muffled voices started to penetrate into his nice, quiet, black haven.

"..Od damn it! Another fail!" A voice roared. He could vaguely feel a glass container crash into his skull before the echoing of a feet and enraged roars alerted him of a struggle. He inwardly frowned. This was new...

A loud slap echoed in his ears as he struggled to open his eyes.

"Get a hold of yourself, Hari. Just give that failure to Mr. Oya and fetch us our newest and last subject." A voice said growling the last part of the sentence. "It's not like your taking care of it."

There was a bit of grumbling, shifting and stomping before he found himself roughly picked up and carried somewhere. It felt like years before he was harshly dropped into another's arms. This person's hold, unlike his last rides, was softer... Almost loving. The white haired boy opened his eyes just in time to see, the doctor, Hari walking away with a black mass of black hair with a smile on his face. PR0J3CT X's last hope was a small black haired female that looked to be two years younger than him. It wasn't the fact that the soon to be tormented girl was happily holding hands with a monster while skipping to her doom with a smile on her face that could his attention. Nor was it the fact that he had this controllable urge to own this smaller child in every way possible that made it possible for that moment to be forever engraved in his heart. It was the smile she passed to him and the word's she ushered so merrily with sparkling steel-blue eyes that encased those few seconds so close to his core and confused him irrevocably.

"Live well, Tomoe-kun! Bye, Oya-kun." She chirped merrily before dragging Hari deeper in to the dark tunnel.

He had never been named.

Pairing: Tomoe/Kagome

Muse: Song: "The Last Dance" by Within Temptation

Beta: In need.