Warnings: None for this chapter, but this story will eventually have explicit content. Read the Author's note at the end of the chapter for more information.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or it's characters. They all belong to Narita-sensei. And credits to Roppi's character goes to the fan base.

Let it be known that Shingen is a brilliant man.

As a doctor and scientist, it is to be expected. He is naturally inquisitive and loves medical mysteries. His curiosity alone has him studying, researching and working for days at a time. His intelligence is sometimes hard to admit due to his playful attitude and idiotic tendencies. Barging into rooms unannounced, constantly asking questions before promptly answering them, and making odd sound effects for everything he does (from flipping through a file to performing an operation). These are only some of the mildly irritating habits he has. Even his superiors find him annoying, but they cannot deny his talent, and his ability of stumbling upon unusual findings. His unparalleled research of supernatural activity and concrete evidence of a few mysterious beings has definitely placed him in Nebula's top ten commendable employees. He revealed some old observational papers he wrote on his dissection of a dullahan; a mythical headless fairy from Irish folklore, also nicknamed the harbinger of death. The assumption was that this being was a myth, the men and women at Nebula were baffled at this discovery. His research was enough to land him his own personal laboratory within the Nebula Corporation. The higher-ups were more than happy to give him a state of the art laboratory for all his hard work.

It was not at all because the superiors were sick of dealing with the increased complaints about the eccentric doctor, and dealing with said doctor himself. Probably.

It was a spacious laboratory with exclusive keycard access. It was well equipped with computers, operating rooms and even had a kitchen and sleeping quarters. Shingen allowed a few of his colleagues to enter and occasionally work on a few experiments with him. Lately, he hardly invited anyone to the lab. This unusual quietness and secretive behaviour was more of a breath of relief than a concern to the fellow employees of Nebula. If one would ask them about his sudden change of attitude, they would simply shrug and say "That's typical Shingen, unpredictable as usual", or "It's best not to worry about it and to let him be'.

Unconcerned peers. A spacious and secure laboratory. Privacy. It was an ideal situation for anyone trying to hide something. And Shingen, a man whose intelligence is often underestimated, had pulled the strings that would grant him the current circumstances. Because, as a matter of fact, he does have something to hide.

Shingen hummed a tuneless tune as he hooked up the last machine to the body lying on the examination table. The heart rate monitor beeped steadily in the background. The spiking green line reflected off Shingen's ever-present gas mask.

'Everything is ready' he thought to himself as he walked around the examination table.

He was more excited than nervous. He has worked on this self-assigned experiment for years, he had been disappointed time and again when his subject failed to respond, and so, he was forced to start again. This time however, he had a feeling that it would work.

He took a seat in front of the computer connected to the EEG electrodes on the subject's temples. Shingen drew a small breath as his hand hovered over a button. He peered over the screen to take one more glance at the examination table. The subject remained motionless, as he has always been. Apart from the miniscule rise and fall of his chest, and the steadily beating of his heart indicated by the heart rate monitor, the subject looked like a corpse. A mess of black hair covered his head and his bangs framed his face, which was lax and free of any expression. He was skinny and his skin was pale. It looked like he had never set foot outside. Which was a completely accurate assumption; this body has never been outside the laboratory. It was made (secretly) within the laboratory by Shingen himself. Animating the body was the bigger problem. The subject was in a comatose state, unless Shingen could get the brain to function properly, the subject would remain this way.

"Hopefully, you won't look as lifeless after this." Shingen let out a breath and pushed the button.

[Commencing Start-up Protocol]

[Overtaking Bodily Function Control: Switching to Manual Mode]

The machines that were hooked up to the body that sustained its breathing responded. The machines detected that the body was able to breathe on its own, and automatically switched to standby mode. Shingen rose from his seat cautiously, the previous attempts never made it past this stage. Will it actually work?

[Booting Brain Cognitive Function]

[Brain Activity: 20%]

[Brain Activity: 35%]

Is it working...? The doctor's eyes flashed between the subject and the monitor, trying to track both of their statuses simultaneously.

[Brain Activity: 55%]

[Brain Activity: 68%]

There. He saw his finger twitch. The subject is physically responding. A good sign. A very, very good sign. The doctor abandoned his seat behind the monitor in favour of watching the boy up close by the examination table.

[Brain Activity 76%]

[Brain Activity: 83%]

His pupils were dancing beneath his eyelids, his eyebrows twitched. The doctor's breath stilled as he watched the boy's whole face grimace and as he parted his lips to let out a soft groan.

[Brain Activity: 100%]

The boy opened his eyes and quickly shut them from the harsh light. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light above, he turned away and focused on the less blinding machines at his bedside, then to the doctor standing next to him.

The creator and the creation locked eyes for the first time. The doctor recognized that warm blossoming feeling in his chest as pride. It wasn't a completely foreign feeling, though he only felt it on two previous occasions. Once when he landed a date with the most sought after girl on campus and second when he first held his newborn son.

Kishitani Shingen smiled from beneath his mask, "It's nice to finally meet you"

The boy remained silent, and gazed at the doctor with his ruby red eyes.

The first few days was filled with body examinations and checkups. As soon as he confirmed the boy was working properly, Shingen began teaching his creation how to read, write and speak. He taught him English first, being the most complicated language, and then taught him Japanese, his native tongue, for convenience's sake. After he gotten use to both languages and was able to communicate properly, the doctor started broadening his teaching regimen. Shingen instructed him on grade school level math, science, social studies, music, etc, and gave him booklets for homework.

His young pupil started slow, but finished the assigned work quicker than anticipated. Surprised, the doctor gave him slightly more advanced workbooks, and instructed him to complete on his own. His pupil looked slightly annoyed at the seemingly never-ending cycle of work, but took his work to a table and resumed working. Shingen looked over his work and found minimal mistakes, but for the most part, the boy understood what he was doing. The man felt another wave of pride at the boy's accomplishment, it was a nice feeling, and it came more often as of late; it was like raising Shinra again. He went over to the still working young man and smacked the back of his head with the workbooks. The younger male yelped and spun around to stare incredulously at his attacker.

"W-what was that for?"

"You made some mistakes on these. Review them, and learn from your errors." Shingen sang in an annoyingly cheerful tone.

The young man scowled at the older man, and snatched the book from his grasp. The doctor simply chuckled and said "No need to pout, work is not a man's punishment my boy, but a stepladder towards greater rewards"

The younger man just grumbled and turned back to his work. Shingen nodded and went off to do his own work, if he was to keep up his privacy; he needed to finish his work from time to time and keep his coworkers out of his hair.

When he was out of earshot, the young raven-haired boy muttered,

"Rewards? When have you ever given me a reward?"

A day later Shingen's charge handed back his assigned work and the corrected booklets. Shingen reviewed them, and handed him another set of booklets with more advanced work. The boy glared, but took the work without a word and began working on it immediately. The doctor was surprised when the boy returned a few hours later with a pile of completed workbooks. He took the work and gave him highschool level material. It was a bigger jump than what he had planned on giving him, but the boy was clearly getting bored and he seemed to be handling the workload easily, so he decided to quicken the pace. Again, the younger boy took his work, albeit a little forcefully, and headed back to his usual spot to work.

Over the next few days Shingen noticed the boy began to finish his work at a quicker rate and complete them with less mistakes. It was fascinating. It seems as though his academic progress has increased at an exponential rate. When his pupil handed back his university level calculus workbooks, Shingen congratulated him for the completion of his home-schooled education.

"Excellent! I wasn't expecting these back so soon. You've done well my boy. Though I do find it odd; the more advanced work I hand to you, the quicker you complete it."

The boy in question just shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess once I understood the basic stuff, the advanced work just used the same concept but applied it differently...I think" he paused as his eyes glazed over in thought. "But still...I feel like I already knew some of these things, and I'm slowly starting to remember. It's strange."

Shingen's gas mask covered his surprise from showing, "Is that so? That is an...interesting revelation"

The younger man looked at Shingen in confusion, "But, you told me that you created me. If that's the case, then isn't it strange that I remember things that I shouldn't? Why aren't you surprised about this?" he narrowed his eyes "Did you lie to me again you damn doctor?" he growled as he grabbed the collar of the man's white lab coat.

"Ah! Oww! Is this how you treat your elders? I'm sure I instilled manners into that synthetic brain of yours- Ow ow! Okay sorry! The reason I'm not too surprised is because I suspected that since I programmed a specific learning function into you, you are already predisposed to this type of information! Good grief, what is this, jumping to the conclusion that I lied to you? Ow, please let go now, I can't breathe-oof!" the younger man promptly unhanded the doctor. He watched the older man cough and straighten up.

"I see...Sorry, I guess" he said, refusing to meet Shingen's eyes. Or where his eyes would be behind his mask.

Shingen studied his younger pupil. He actually lied about the learning function. The only information he implemented into his brain was basic instincts, manners (which he is planning on checking) and a conscience. These were the only things he deemed necessary at the time. He only lied because he didn't have an answer himself. He supposed he should thank that guy's good genes. Shingen heard through his own son that he kept a high rank in all his classes, and he was a quick learner to boot. That was the only explanation he could think of. The doctor was very grateful that he chose to take stem cell samples from him.

Shingen clasped his charge's shoulder, "I believe it's about time I gave you a name"

The younger man looked up at him in bewilderment "A name? Isn't that something you should have given to me from the start?" his face melted to annoyance at his own revelation.

Shingen ignored him and placed his hand at the chin of his mask "Hmmm, what about Berga? That sounds like a smart sounding name"

The nameless boy grimaced.

"No? Hmm, what about Izumi?"

"...that's a female name"

"Psyche?"

"…Is that even a name?"

"I really like the name Shinra..."

"That's your son's name!"

"That's true…I can see how that would be a problem. Hmm. I got a good one, Hachimenroppi. Or Roppi for short." Shingen nodded to himself "Yes, that's a good name for a smart boy of many talents such as yourself."

The younger one looked like he was going to argue but paused at Shingen's reasoning. He felt a little happy at the way Shingen bluntly praised him. "I guess that's not such a bad name," he reluctantly agreed, he sounded out the name for himself "Roppi. My name is Roppi"

Shingen beamed through his mask, "This is great! I wonder why I haven't thought of this earlier! Now I have a name to call you! From now on, I shall call you by your name, Roppi-kun"

Roppi nodded and let his lips quirk into a ghost of a smile. It was times like this when the doctor was semi-tolerable.

"And you can call me Papa!"

"...No"

Pity it would never last long.

[Author's Note] Well, here is the first chapter of my new story Being Human. This wasn't originally the first chapter, but after writing the original, I thought that a bit of background information of Shingen and Roppi and their relationship was in order.

Just a little warning, this story will eventually have some shounen-ai, I am not entirely sure if it there will be yaoi. I have never written lemon scenes, but I am willing to give it a shot if the story heads in that direction.

This is the first time I've written a multi-chapter fanfiction, so if there are any factual, contextual or grammatical mistakes, then don't hesitate to point them out. Researching and editing will only get me so far.

I do make references in my writing. Here's one you may have missed (or noticed if you are awesome), the name "Berga" is from another series another series called Baccano! that the author of DRRR! wrote. And he's a bit of an idiot ^^;;

Until next time! Please review and tell me what you think!