FOMICRY

"The story of one man's wish and another man's worth."

A/N: Okay, first ToA story ever since Lovelight was interrupted. So by special request from Maiyama, I guess I'll have to post. This will be a most likely 11-12 chapter story, maybe more. Warnings include: possible and most likely OOC, shonen-ai, violence and blood (if you don't like blood, plz don't read), and of course, my trademark extreme cheesiness. Try to enjoy regardless. If not, I'll remove.

Introduction - Residence of Rebus

The aphotic room was silent except for the monotonous hum of the nearby machines. An eerie green light radiated from the apparatus, giving a faint glow to the area. In the room, a man was seated at a desk, reading over research papers. The sound of shifting papers broke the banausic silence, dexterous fingers flipping through page after page of small font crammed with information. A pair of blood red eyes glanced at the nearest clock, which showed eleven-thirty p.m.

The man jumped at the sound of the monsterous front doors slamming open on another floor. Shuffling of feet was heard, as well as rebellious protests and obvious retaliation. The pages were set down and the figure hit a switch on the wall, opening a pair of sliding doors. Three more people entered, two of them holding what appeared to be a young boy, who was struggling uselessly against their grasps.

"Grr, let me go! Who are you people?!" The boy continued to fight in vain and the other two men grunted to maintain control. "What do you want from me?!"

"Jade! Activate the replicating machine and...find something to shut this kid up!" one figure barked to the one who had been seated earlier. Jade followed the commands in confusion, flipping a set of switches on a control panel a few steps away. The machines hummed to life and the boy was seated in a chair, much to his anger.

"My uncle won't let you freaks get away with this! I demand you let me go right now!" The boy was silenced by a sharp slap on the face.

"Silence, Luke," the other person said. "This is for your own good, so calm down and stop resisting."

"Master Van, this is insane! What's going on?" A hint of plea was in the boy's voice and his turquoise eyes shone with frustration. "Can't you tell me?"

Jade walked over to the child with a syringe that held an unfriendly burgundy liquid dappled with black. Before Van could answer, Luke was pulled from his seat by his hair and the needle was jabbed into his neck. The red liquid was forced into the boy's bloodstream and a small cry of pain was the last thing he uttered before he fell into a state of shallow hypnosis.

"Dist, prepare the DNA transfer," Van ordered, to which Dist bowed and walked to his position behind the counter of mechanics. Van's hostile blue eyes shifted to Jade. "You, when I give the command, start the replication process and make sure nothing messes up." His hard voice echoed slightly in the near empty room, filled only with heavy machinery. Jade rolled his eyes and moved to his station.

"My name's not 'you'," he complained, his deft hands pushing buttons and pulling levers. Van carried the fallen Luke to a surface in the center of a solitary cylinder, glowing a pale green and pulsing with energy. "Van, what exactly are you doing? Fomicry is not meant to be used this way-"

A firm glance from the commandant cut Jade short. "I will use this art however I please. In doing this, I will escape the Score and start a revolution. You will not stand in my path." He too took place behind the counter.

"DNA transfer loading complete," Dist informed. Looking up from behind his glasses, his eyes fell on Jade. "We're waiting on you."

Jade looked at the panel of controls and held his breath for a moment. "DNA replicating session in progress." He pushed a small green button, and the computer's affirmitive response signaled the mistake he'd just made.

A hateful sneer appeared on Van's face, features accentuated by the bizarre lighting. They all watched the monitor that showed the DNA strands splitting and reforming with another. It hurt Jade to watch it, knowing he'd seen something so familiar in the past. Groaning softly, he turned from the monitor and closed his eyes. He removed his glasses and massaged his temples with gloved fingers. Something in his mind kept repeating, "This is a mistake, this is a mistake."

Dist pressed a light blue button, starting the transfer. Jade could stand it no longer and left the room, shooting Van one last frigid leer. "This is not what fomicry should be used for. It shouldn't be used at all." He closed the door with a bang. "Find another way to escape the Score."