Pandora's Box

Epic Fail!

2008-05-31T00:44:44Z

Firstly, for every post after this my journal shall be...

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So, I had pizza for dinner last night.

And it almost killed me. No seriously! It appears I can't even eat fatty foods or something anymore. I only had like 2 slices and off I go running to the bathroom. So, they decided to try and give me KFC. Same reaction. -.- Oh well, just means I can A. Lose weight and B. Stay healthy. I guess its gods way of saying, 'You! Eat healthy!' Healthy my ass. <.< It's a total conspiracy. AND! I can't even have dairy products anymore, that makes my stomach do weird shit and then I'm in pain for like... ages.

So.

The moral of all this is? There is none. I just gotta watch what I eat.

I have been forced onto a healthy eating diet. Just my luck. <.< I swear I'm cursed, or something.

Epic Fail!!! *flails!*

x___x

2008-05-30T04:43:05Z

FUCK!!!

that is all.

ZOMFG!

2008-05-26T08:13:38Z

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!*

The End.

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2008-05-25T09:39:38Z

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Bling?

2008-05-24T01:43:33Z

Okay, so, this title has nothing to do with the entry. I'm in a random mood at the moment, but I have no idea. I think it's because I'm actually happy currently. Which is good. I'm cold, but, I'm ignoring that by being all happy and stuff; which is good. I have a song stuck in my head, by Pete Murray. I used to love him *_* I think I still do.

So, anyway. I'm just gunna post the song..

Peace out!

PS: It dun help I listening to it atm... BWAHAHAHA.

God I feel so random right now... x_X

Found myself just the other day
In the backyard of a friends place,
Thinkin' about you,
Thinkin' of the crowd you're in,
What you up too where you been?
(Just thinkin')

And all the clothes that you wear,
And the colors in your hair
Shouldn't change you
Now you tell me why it's so
You bigger than mighty Joe,
(At lest you think so)

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down,
Plant your feet back on the ground

Throw my smoke down on the ground,
Turn my head and I heard the sound,
(That reminded me)
Of the days so young and sweet
Always so much fun to meet
(At lest I thought so)

Now you think your so damn fine

You can rule the world no not mine,
I don't think so

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care

Now the scene that you're in,
And the people that you been with
Just get to me,
But you think I'm not as cool,
As you are so beautiful
Well who you fooling?

Well I'm here to tell you babe
The game your in is just a game
So damn pretentious

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down,
Plant your feet back on the ground

You think you're so beautiful
(So beautiful).

YAY!!!!!!!

2008-05-23T22:43:55Z

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2008-05-23T11:04:24Z

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Seizon Ougonsekai - Prologue Edit

2008-05-23T08:15:14Z

Title: Seizon Ougonsekai 'Survival Utopia'
Author: ai_kumori
Chapter: Prologue
Summary: The year is 2810. Humanity has fallen; a dying race that is thriving to be re-born. It is up to one to help it achieve this, but at what cost? And how many more will die for their own survival? For their Utopia?
Rating: R18+ for later content which would not be suitable for those under 18.
Chapter Status: Completed

Authors Note: I decided to edit what I had previously; working out new avenue the story could go. With new ideas and such. So, I tweaked the prologue just a touch. I like the re-vamp better than the original, it has more depth and the point of view of someone different. The whole story will be in her eyes, but it'll jumpe between first and third person. Don't worry, I'll try not to confuse you too much.

It will have similarities to the old story, but not too many. I kept the concept; I just expanded on it so it wouldn't run into dead ends. Enjoy!

Humanity.

There was a time when it was the dominant species; the world falling at its feet, obeying its every command, following the laws set down by its elders. But it was weak, and the cracks soon started to show, the blood of others covering the streets, flowing through the alleys; painting the wall in crimson paint, the buildings splattered with it.

It was a river of red, the darkness befalling it only causing more of the precious human lifestream to be shed. The screams of those falling prey to the brutality echoing throughout the abandoned streets, the cries going un-heard.

Humanity, the weakened race, driven by lust and fuelled by cruelty; governed by its own bitter desire to reign supreme. It was doomed from the moment it was created; its fate written into history, the wars being a backdrop for disaster. Ancient civilisations falling to its knees for destiny, future societies crumbling under its own bitter existence.

I’d forgotten what it was like to be human almost, my own bitterness encumbering me; wrapping me in its lonely embrace. I’d watched as humanity slowly began to drop like flies, their wars governing how they would react in any situation. I found it pathetic to say the least, the humans all squabbling over one thing or another. Be it land, a stolen prince or nuclear weapons buried in safety.

Like the dinosaurs, humanity was doomed to steadily become extinct, their legacy to become forgotten in time. They were born to kill one another, to betray their own people; their own selflessness guiding them down a wicked path. Their primal urges ripped through their petulant bodies, surpassing any other human emotion they may be capable of.

And, as time moved, as did humanity; but their values never changed. They grew in their numbers, thriving beneath their own treachery, their own wicked sins. Of course, it was a joy to see their numbers dissipating through their silly little wars, but the filth simply reproduced, more of their spawn soon littering their dying world. Death didn’t stop them from polluting the atmosphere with their rank lies, their blood-lust.

And soon, like everything, humanity found a new thing to fight over: technology. I watched, my own amusement surfacing from their silly little experiments, their own vain attempts to destroy what they’d created. When the first of the nuclear bombs dropped I could only laugh at them, their world was slowly crashing about their ears, and all they cared about was their stupid little creations; their special technology.

I was a part of that war, a participant in the war that should never have happened. A mere pilot in a dying civilisation, doomed to be consumed by their own cruelty. So it continued for a good fifty years, and I watched them fall into their little depression, building falling about their ears, radiation permeating the air. They used me, just like my father had used me from the moment of my birth, for my special ability. Nothing affected my skin, and I was always sent on reconnaissance missions to the surface.

It was cute that they’d built their own little cities beneath the surface; but it wasn’t enough. Because I knew they’d soon destroy that as well.

In 2780 they discovered The Infection. It was a special disease, slowly eating away at human flesh, mutating those it touched into vial creatures. Scientists scrambled to find a cure, a vain attempt to preserve their rotting race, but it was to fail. Soon humanity were becoming segregated; those minus the infection were permitted to remain below ground, those infected were sent above to battle the changing climate.

A friend of mine had told me it was for the greater good; that, by doing this, they were creating a Utopia of sorts. But I knew it was a lie, because I’d seen the experiments lurking beneath the labs of the place I was created; each of them having numbers, nameless faces staring out at me from their stasis chambers.

One in particular always caught my eye, she was only a child; and I watched as she grew, the man that called himself her father injecting things into her skin, building her. He called this new line of experiments Bioroid, and something inside of me screamed. I knew it wouldn’t be long before another down-fall would occur, because that’s all humanity was known for.

I was foolish to ever think that may be Humanity may be able to correct their mistakes, because deep down I knew they couldn’t. And as I witnessed this new development, a sick feeling had slowly formed in my stomach; and I knew the end was drawing near.

2795 was the year it all fell apart. The release of Bioroid was announced; and within a few short weeks of their grand reveal, they began to rebel. They objected to being treated as animals; always being kept within cages, their lives bound to one single man. I got some joy out of watching him perish, his own demise falling short of catastrophic. His daughter, now a young woman, had fled the moment the rebellion had started and she was never seen from again. I pitied her, because her own life was tampered with, her own father destroying her existence before she even had a chance to live.

The Renegades soon formed, a group of Anti-Bioroids aimed to help destroy them. Their mission a simple one; but a doomed one from the beginning.

And so the Bioroid War began; technology pitted against humanity, more blood soon being shed. The Renegade Forces soon fled deeper into the Underground, their own battle only beginning. I watched as they struggled to survive, their pious attempts to defeat them going down in flames.

Scientists still worked towards a Cure for the Infection, but with the Bioroids now moving closer; all research was soon put on hold and it was apparent that the Infection was growing, when it began to leak into the tunnels through the attire of those daring to go above surface.

I watched as the wall was built; a desperate attempt to keep the Infected out, to keep the Bioroids at bay. But too much damage had began, Bioroid wanted to reign supreme, humanity was fighting a losing battle. I’d had enough when I’d stepped in, my own anger towards them all slowly bubbling to the surface. I’d already been a part of two World Wars and six Civil Wars; I wasn’t about to stand for another.

Humanity needed to be re-born to be repented of their sins; their sins caused by the man that had created them in the first place. We all fought for one cause now. For own special Utopia.

Survival.

WIN!

2008-05-23T06:30:58Z

17 Days to go and counting...

I'm getting so old. x_____________________________x

I need to work on my novel some more.
I have made some life changing decisions.
I'm cold?
I don't feel well.
Chuui is made of win.

The End.

On a happy note...

2008-05-21T05:46:20Z

I turn 20 in 19 days!!! *squees!* So, send me love, hugs and presents... or I'll hunt ya's down!! *coughs* Well, I won't... but anyway...

Mai Birthday is Soon...

YAY!

<_<

2008-04-29T09:08:07Z

Screw this hippy crap to hell.

damn it.

Seizon Ougonsekai - Chapter 1

2008-04-27T01:31:56Z

Title: Seizon Ougonsekai (Meaning 'Survival Utopia')
Author: ai_kumori
Chapter: Chapter 1; Jinsei
Summary: A mission that almost ends in disaster; survival instincts being prominent and a miracle recovery as she is bought back from death itself. An introduction to two other characters as well as a demand for latte's.
Rating: R 18+ for Adult Content - in later chapters
Chapter Status: Completed - unless it's to be edited.

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Chapter 1 - Jinsei

Zenbi Surface – 2102, 5AM

‘Hotaru!’

‘Forget me! Just get the specimen!’

‘Hotaru!’

‘I said get the specimen!’

Turning away from him, I adjusted the mask upon my face; the heat censors picking up the vermin surrounding us. It was a suicide mission, I knew, but every week it had to be done. It was my job to go above ground, to brave the deadly gases littering the atmosphere. In the time since their creation, Bioroids had managed to destroy the natural order of things; poisoning the atmosphere with its filth, the land behind the wall rotting away like the putrid flesh of the Infected.

But we needed the Infected for our experiments, we needed their DNA to help improve the Cure; we needed as many survivors as we could, we needed them to help us in our mission. Most of my men had already been slain thanks to them, their carcases desecrating the ground with decomposition, their blood oozing into the wasteland of the streets. It was for them that I continued my quest, much to the scepticism of those below me. Not that I cared; my father had caused this, his company bringing the destruction to this earth, it was up to me to restore it.

Crouching low, I fixed my gaze upon the creature before me; a woman, no more than eighteen at least, foraging in the trash. I pitied them some-what, they were only trying to survive, even if their infection was steadily killing them. The toxic wastes in their body eating at their flesh, causing it to rot away from their bones; their muscular frame exposed to the harsh radiation within the air.

‘Father really fucked up this time.’ I thought, watching the child, the violet of my eyes following her movements as she shifted from trash can to trash can, grunting every so often; her naked body hunched over. It was sad to watch, a child; once thought to be human, reduced back to the first original form, sickly flesh flapping in the non-existent breeze. I wanted to help her, to be able to restore her back to life, but I knew it was nigh impossible. What with the cure still being in the experimental stage.

Those that had been cured, had either died; or survived long enough to return back to their former selves, before simply withering away. The toxins in their blood fighting against each other. My failures only increased my blind obsession. Incensed me to work harder for my goal.

Casting my gaze to one side, I saw my offsider; his suit slowly burning away from the hems. ‘Shit!’ Glancing down, I noticed that the air was doing the same to mine; the planets sun rising slowly, eating away at the suits. It was simply melting away from us, the atmosphere burning us up; if we remained here any longer, we’d no sooner end up like the Infected, or the dead carcasses adorning the streets.

I hadn’t counted on this when designing the suits; the sun having not been strong enough penetrate the fabric, but apparently I’d been wrong in my calculations. As the planet deteriorated on this side, the ground above slowly perished, before long it would infect under-ground and we’d have no choice but to cross the line. To suck our fear up and brave the world on the other side, to return to whence we came. The radiation was doubling each day, six months ago it was no-where near the capacity that it was now. Bioroids continued to infect us, trying to kill us off as we wanted to do to them.

It was all a game of Survival and so far humanity was at the bottom of the score card.

‘Daisuke! We must head below.’ I called to him the moment he was within ear-shot, my specimen having already fled, the suns rays eating at her rotten flesh. ‘We’ll die up here.’

He only nodded an agreement, the unconscious creature slung upon his shoulders; I could already see the suns effects upon it, the flesh slowly eating away, falling from its body.

‘We need to get it below!’

‘I know, Hotaru.’ He commented simply as he walked by me, and I could tell he was smirking behind his mask, ‘You should relax a little. You know! Lighten up a little. Let your hair down.’ Shifting, he began to walk back along the shadows, the darkness preserving the creature some-what; before he disappeared, the trap-door to our sanctuary slamming shut behind him.

Swearing to myself, I held my weapon up as I began to follow the very path he’d taken; wisps of smoke leaving my suit, the sun already burning the flesh beneath it. I could feel the pain eating at me, the burn biting into me. It felt like I’d been cast into acid. ‘Damn it. Damn asshole.’ I swore, before disappearing into the trap-door as well, just as the sun shone directly over it. The world above once again being cast into toxic waste, radiation eating at everything that it touched.

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Renegade HQ, 6AM

Quarantine.

The most annoying function to ever have been invented; but after every trip upstairs, we all had to endure the harshness of the procedure. Simply to ensure we didn’t carry the infection back with us, to make sure we didn’t bring death to everyone down here.

I watched as a collective of scientists surged forward to take the specimen held by Daisuke, the man simply shrugging it off to them. I couldn’t help but be annoyed by his arrogance as they stripped us of our suits and under garments, our naked flesh bare to the harsh UV lights of the containment.

Letting my silver hair loose, I allowed the children to brush it down; allowing it to taper to my waist as they turned the showers on, the harsh water hitting my back, pounding the tense flesh, reminding me of where home really was. ‘Doctor Kudara, you are injured!’ One of the children squeaked, ‘You must be seen to by a healer!’

‘Hotaru?’

Looking towards him, I simply arched an eyebrow, gazing at him blandly. How bold of he to simply stare at me, my body as exposed as his, ‘Suke?’

‘They’re right.’ Nodding to my ankles, he smirked, ‘You really must be seen to…’

How smug he was.

‘Forget it, Ishida. You aren’t getting your filthy hands upon me.’ Smiling curtly towards him, I winced inwardly as the water rushed over the infected burn; my skin aching. I should have thought a-head, but it wouldn’t matter. I could easily rectify the mistake by next week; I’d use myself as the experiment as I usually did when designing this sort of thing. It was instinct to protect one self, but a maternal instinct to protect those around you. I’d have the suits corrected by the weeks end, I would see to it.

‘Aww, Sakura lets me - ’

I cut him off before he could continue, cringing at the very thought. Sakura was only a girl compared to him, being just sixteen, he twelve years her senior. But, of course, that didn’t stop him from tainting her. Not that it mattered, me and her were the only two pure adult females left on this desolate rock.

‘Of course she would. Because you’ve only got a choice between me and her. We’re the only legal ones.’ I retorted, smirking, ‘And I wouldn’t sleep with you if we were the last people on this forsaken rock.’

Scowling at me, he simply huffed, looking away; the children busying themselves with the cleansing; their tiny hands working quickly to free us of the toxins, letting the acid eat away at the floor of the showers, before the tiles were replaced by fresh ones.

Sighing, I held my arms out to the side as the healing soap was applied to my skin; washing whatever wastes were left, my flesh already beginning to feel clean. It was certainly a welcomed feeling.

‘Finished.’

Looking down, I blinked, I hadn’t even realised I’d dozed off; yet my body had involuntarily leant against the glass pane of the containment cubicle. Looking to one side, I noticed Daisuke had already left; his towel hanging lazily from the rail, his fresh garments no longer where they had been. ‘How long have I been out for?’ I remarked groggily, pushing myself away from the wall; wincing from the strain in my muscles.

‘A few hours. We couldn’t wake you, miss. You were burning up.’ Scuffling about, I watched as the children gathered my towel up ushering me out from the containment, ‘Doctor Ishida even tried to stir you, but even he couldn’t.’

‘I’m sure he couldn’t.’ I muttered dryly, letting them wrap me within the softness of the towel, the flesh of my ankles wounds burning. ‘I think I might see that healer now.’ I commented, limping towards the stretcher, setting myself down, ‘This burns beginning to irritate me.’ But I knew something else was wrong, too.

‘Yes, miss.’

I smiled despite of myself, watching the girl shuffle about; speaking softly into the intercom, summoning one of the trained healers we had within Personnel. They were handy to have; I’d give my father that. He at least chose correctly. Laying down, I stretched myself out, my eyes trained upon the ceiling above; the harsh lights blaring into my retina.

I thought back to when my father was alive, to when he’d first started this insane obsession. Somehow, along the lines, I’d been handed the same one; only, I hadn’t become so twisted by it. I wasn’t creating man-made humans; essentially machines bent on destroying the world about us. Even if the Bioroids had started off as kind, gentle creatures; they’d easily been poisoned by my father’s insane obsession.

‘Doctor Kudara? Doctor Miagi is coming to see you.’

Waving the girl off, I nodded. ‘Thank you.’ And closing my eyes again, I winced, letting the sounds of the children carry me back into sleep. My body aching.

…

‘We need more blood!’

‘She’s leaving us!’

‘Damn it Hotaru! Not now!’

‘Hurry!’

‘We need the blood!’

All around me I could hear their voices; each of them yelling at each other, afraid of something. I guessed it was of me, I could barely move, let alone voice any opinions. Twitching my fingers slightly, I faintly struggled for consciousness. I could feel myself slipping, my body weak beneath the toxins invading it, the sharp injections piercing my flesh; the anti-drug rushing into my blood stream.

Hands pressed against me, defibrillators shocked my body; trying to rouse me. They were meaningless attempts to save my life. I knew what was happening, I could feel it taking hold of me, but I refused to accept it. I refuse to allow this to kill me.

‘She’s dying!’

It felt unusual to hear the words leaving someone’s lips; a correct assumption on their behalf, of course I was dying, my own mind slowly shutting down. I blamed Daisuke for this, if he hadn’t of lingered, I wouldn’t be where I was now. The infection would never have invaded into my flesh.

‘Hotaru, stay with us!’

I wanted to, I really wanted to; but my body wasn’t letting me. Yet it fought, the deadly toxins falling victim to the Cure they’d injected into me. At least I’d done something right. The Cure mightn’t have worked on the Infected, but it worked on us. It worked on me.

‘Hotaru!’

And soon it went silent; the sound about me turning off as though someone had flipped a hidden switch. Perhaps this was what dying felt like. I couldn’t be sure.

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Infirmary, 1PM

Some hours later, I began to stir, my mind opening; the weight upon my chest leaving as though I’d been magically cured. Opening my eyes, harsh sting of the lights above me caused them to shut again, a soft cry escaping my lips. By some miracle, I’d survived; someone had bought me back from the edge of death itself.

Shifting my body, I yelped softly, my body screaming in protest; refusing to let me move. I could feel soft gauze upon my legs, a drip in my hand; the needle having caused my hand to throb somewhat. I’d never liked needles, even if I did regularly place one inside of my arm on a daily basis.

Didn’t mean I had to like them.

‘Hotaru?’ I heard a male voice ask from some where near me, concern in his tone, ‘Hotaru, answer me…’

‘Daisuke is a fucking ass.’ I mumbled, flopping onto my back once more; a sharp breath escaping me, my eyes finally opening. At first, my vision was blurred; the room I was in a blur of lights and colours. I could hear the whirs of the computers behind me, the rattling of the heating vents threatening to give out as well as the soft hum of the machine I was attached to.

Flexing my fingers, I waited till my vision cleared before turning my head to one side, my hair strewn across the pillow. I could see him properly now, perched at the edge of his seat beside my bed; his glass askew upon his handsome face. His hair, usually neat and tidy; hung unkempt over his shoulders, his lean body taught in worry. Within the depths of his azure gaze, I could see the worry there, the fear of losing me having become almost too real for him.

‘Ichirou.’ I remarked softly, forcing myself to sit up, my muscles screaming in the process, ‘Lighten up.’

As he breathed out, I had to stop myself from laughing as relief washed over his features; a look of seer happiness passing into his eyes. It was apparent he’d been holding his breath from the moment I’d woken up, his body beginning to tremble slightly. ‘Lighten up you say? You just almost die and you’re telling me to lighten up?’

‘Well, yeah. Maybe you could get me a latte while you’re at it?’

I laughed as he smacked his face, his shoulders shaking from his contained laugher; before he looked up at me again. Some-how, I knew he’d be here, that he’d be the first one in to see me. It came as no surprise to find Daisuke nowhere in sight, but then, I didn’t expect him to be. He was probably off fucking his little love bunny.

‘Ms. Kudara, you had as all worried.’ He remarked, getting to his feet slowly and leant over me, placing his lips to my cheek, ‘If you die, then this god awful operation collapses and we’ll all be left to those vermin.’ Pausing, I watched him sigh and I couldn't help but wince, 'When we came to eget you, you were already seizuring upon the bed, the children were terrified.'

‘Yes, well, if it happens again we can all blame that ass Ishida.’ I hissed, a smirk twitching at my lips, ‘Because of course, I never do a thing wrong.’ I was game to ask what else had happened, I could remember it anyway. I'd been asleep, that much I knew, and my body simply began to react the toxic waste inside of me. Somehow, the Infection had managed to get into my lifestream, had started to pullte it like it had the others top-side. But I'd beaten it, with the help of the others.

‘Of course.’ Watching me, he gently smoothed my hair back from my face; his eyes telling all the words he didn’t need to speak. He was genuinely scared, I could tell. The harsh lights merely reflected the pale pallor of his usually tanned flesh; dark circles beneath his eyes. ‘We caught the infection before it over-took you, Hotaru.’ His voice was sullen, ‘You died on that table. We almost lost you! It'd eaten into your flesh, airborn spores had clung to the lining of your lungs!'

‘Ichirou…’ I said softly, watching him, ‘We’re scientists. You know the risks that need to be taken in order to achieve our goal.’

‘Do you even care about your own life?’ It was an accusation, not a question, I could tell. He was angry at me, or angry at himself; angry for not being able to protect me maybe. ‘Do you even care that you could have remained dead on that table? Hotaru, you barely escaped with your life and you expect me to accept that your role as scientist is to risk your neck?’

‘No, I expect you to accept that this is my job.’ I snapped, looking away from him; letting the hum of the machine fill the room, doing my best to drown him out. He didn’t understand, it was my life’s work. I was a scientist for a reason, I did things for a reason, and if I had to risk my life… then that was the path I’d take.

‘At least you’re alive.’ He said softly, gently taking a hold of my hand, ‘That’s what matters.’

Looking towards him, I sighed; pulling my hand free from his. ‘Ichirou. You’re my closest friend, but please… just. Stop.’ Stop what exactly, I didn’t know, and I didn’t particularly want to know, ‘What of Ishida’s specimen?’

I felt him stiffen as he regarded me, my quick professional approach destroying what little softness was left between us. I still felt weak, my body recovering from the over-haul it’d just been through; but I needed to know the status of the Infected. I needed to think about something other than my own apparent illness.

‘It lives.’ He commented idly, ‘We have it in the containment area. Daisuke’s with it, working as usual.’ Snorting, he shook his head, ‘Sakura’s with him, trying to assist him.’

‘I’m sure she is.’ I remarked, ‘But it lives. That’s the important thing. We need to find the correct DNA in order to help our research.’ Shifting back down again, I winced, ‘They have their own survival instincts you know, the Infected.’

Silence befell us on my words and I sighed; the flickering light above me irritating my eyes, the sounds from the corridors filtering inside, joining the already deafening hum of the various machines in the room. ‘I caught one foraging for food; or some pathetic example of it. But they, like us, are trying to survive.’

I think he was listening, I liked to think he was anyway; my eyes focussing upon him as I turned my head to watch him, ‘You should go, Ichirou.’

‘I’m not leaving you.’ He said firmly, watching me, ‘I need to make sure you’ve made a full recovery.’

Nodding slightly, I closed my eyes, letting a hand fall over my abdomen; the tips of my fingers brushing idly against my skin; the sheet pulled across my most private areas, shielding me from him. ‘Well, could you go get me my latte then?’

He only laughed; a welcomed silence resting between us now.

Seizon Ougonsekai - Prologue

2008-04-26T12:41:44Z

Title: Seizon Ougonsekai (Meaning 'Survival Utopia')
Author: ai_kumori
Chapter: Prologue
Summary: Humanity has fallen and Bioroid has taken over. It is up to one to pull back the existance of man, to fight for her own survival, as well as Humanity's before it's too late for all. Before the world officially crumbles into nothing.
Rating: R 18+ for Adult Content - in later chapters
Chapter Status: Completed

Authors Note: I'd like to say that this, unlike my other two, has more of a backbone to it. So, because of this, I will probably not coninue this story. I'd like to say my inspiration for this comes from watching one too many scifi Anime's. I swear it's like my life-blood. So, I am rather proud of this little creation. ^__^ I will try to regularly update, as soon as I have at least a few chapters done. So, enjoy this little taste until then.

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Humanity.

It was purely a river of red, the darkness befalling it only causing more blood to be shed. The screams of those falling prey to the brutality echoing throughout the abandoned streets, the cries going un-heard.

Like the dinosaurs, human-kind was doomed to become extinct, their legacy to be forgotten through time. They were born to kill one another, to betray their own people; their primal urges surpassing any other emotion ripping through their petulant bodies.

And as time moved, as did humanity; growing in numbers, thriving beneath their own wicked sins. Of course, their number dissipated during the numerous wars, but that didn’t stop them from multi-plying, it didn’t stop them from polluting the world even more. It wasn’t until 2087 that they decided to cull them. To slowly start destroying the great foundation set billions of years ago.

I was there when Global Euthanasia had come into planning, the time for humanity to finally come to a grand halt. To have an end put to their brutality. In the last thousand years, they’d all been separated; a great wall dividing the animals from the scientists; the purist race, their blood so weak they could barely withstand a nuclear bomb let alone a World War.

World War Three had come and gone, a nuclear bomb having descended upon the world; but humanity had still managed survive. The institute I worked for had been planning the Euthanasia ever since the wars end; those infected with the Virus all chosen to be the first to be ‘put down’; my father seeing to it that they were. It was as though the programme was handpicking those that would carry on the legacy, where-as the others would simply perish, to remain upon a world already weakening by their own hand.

However, the plan was to never succeed. Rebellion soon erupted amongst the Renegades, the wall being extended; those choosing to fight against us being placed on the other side, their virile darkness spreading amongst themselves, their infection being the cretin to destroy them. I was fortunate enough to be amongst the Scientists to develop a cure of sorts, but my father didn’t approve of it. He would have been quite happy to destroy the lot. Leaving only the pure breed to survive.

I’d been there when Utopia was announced; a place where the Purists could go to live, a place that was thriving on nothing but peace and serenity. A salvation for those lucky enough to be chosen; a place void of all violence, hate and misery.

But it could never truly be escaped; because humans were destined to destroy one another, no matter the out-come. I’d told my father he could eliminate the bad seeds from everyone else, but that strand of evil was in everyone; threatening to eat away at our very existence.

Humanity is selfish, that much I will admit. We all want what’s best for ourselves, not caring about the outcome for anyone else. We don’t care what happens to the person next to us; as long as we survived that was all that mattered. I guess that was why, when humanity did begin to fall, that my father began his experimenting.

I’d been witness to all; watching as he took innocent children from their beds, claiming they had The Black Death, that they were doomed to die. I watched as he became bittered in his own twisted filth, his eyes losing the sparkle that was once within them. By 2092 he’d designed a new race; Bioroid.

A pure human race void of all the ill emotions that accompanied normal humans; a creation manufactured from science, using the foundations of an organic organism. He’d spliced the human DNA, using it create another from scratch, merging it with that of a cybernetic organism. They simply lacked sexual function, the ability being stripped from them. He’d wanted to avoid them mating with organic DNA, he wanted to avoid a cross-breed organism.

My father, Ichigo Kudara, had made a scientific breakthrough.

And like all plans, the masterpiece was the ultimate product; the monstrosity had been born and there was no turning back now. I’d watched as he became obsessed with it, his old plans for Euthanasia being scrapped, to be replaced by this new creation. Human-kind grew fearful, un-willing to accept this new breed and soon the planet was completely divided. Civil wars breaking out amongst them, the disease continuing to spread. Men, women and children all perishing; until only few survived, those that remained heading under-ground, whilst the Infected remained above. Welcoming their fate.

Bioroids roamed the world; living as we did, doing as we told them to do. My father, the genius that he was, had designed them to be dependant upon us. They have been perfect, but they needed us to survive. Humanity, still, was in dominance; that was, until the time came where Bioroids developed their own mind, their own self preservation. In the space of ten years, I watched as Evolution took over, science beating natural production; Gods own work failing under this new breed of cruelty. Through their injections, Bioroid blood had become tainted.

They weren’t human; but they were acting it. Machine had begun to rebel; and what was left of the scientists at the Institute were forced to flee. I watched my father fall to his own creation; his body being used as a tool for their strength, his blood splattering the walls of his own laboratory.

I’d escaped with barely my life once the Bioroid War had began; machine rising against humanity, destroying everything in its path. Like others before me, I’d headed under-ground. Watching as humanity fell to its knees; it’s own creation being the destruction of it all. Its blood lust, its obsession for perfection had led to their demise; their selflessness creating a new threat.

Even now, as I sit here, injecting serum into my blood stream; keeping myself alive, becoming my own experiment, I can feel everything falling apart. The old ways shattering around us, those who survived living in fear; only a small few daring to venture above ground. But even they perished, falling victim to Bioroid and the Infected.

It was up to me and my little band of renegades now, to put a stop to all of this. To try and claim some form of salvation for the dying race. The dying supremacy of humanity. The once grand species.

A species spoilt by greed and destruction. A species that I was destined to protect, a species my father had soon neglected.

I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Humanity needed to be re-born, to repent the sins of their ancestors; to finally take control of something they should have had control of in the first place.

Survival.

Joy. Yay. Not.

2008-04-23T13:13:11Z

Needles = The Evil.

They're an embarassment, and a nuisence, to humanity. I'm convinced doctors only give them to us as a means of torture, or something. Since getting my needle today, my arm has gone through the motions of; burning, aching, dead-ness and numb-ness. Currently it's aching and I can barely lift it! x_x I hate needles. I really do.

And tomorrow I have babysitting to do.

Joy.

-.-

Sometimes I don't know what's worse. Needles or babysitting a child from the pits of hell! Seriously, Satan himself probably spat this cretin out! x__x

Not only that, but pizza places shit me. Last night I ordered 2 pizzas. They arrived 1 hour late, stone cold. So i rang Pizza Hut; complained and the slut on the end refused to get her Manager. Instead, she whinged about her day, then gave me a customer service number. I was like, 'Joy. Palm off!'

The hold for cust. service was TWO FREAKING HOURS! I hung up. I refused to wait that long.

So, my cousin ended up ringing Pizza Hut again, got through and blasted the crap out of them; before getting to the manager. Finally. We scored 4 free pizzas, plus free drinks as a consolation! I was like, 'score.'

Safe to say we're never having Pizza Hut again, slack bastards!

Anyway.

I'm tired. It's 11:08PM.

Good night World!

*flops*

x___x

2008-04-21T07:04:42Z

The pain! The agony! The owwie...

I babysat today and holy. fucking. god.

The kid is made of more bounce than human. He's his own personal race or something! x___X And to think I wanna be a teacher. I may as well by some valium or something x_x if i can't handle a 7 year old what am I gunna be like with a bunch of teenagers?!?! zomfg.

Good thing is, I managed to shut it up by taking it down the beach. Who cares if it was mildly cold today. He enjoyed himself. Till he sat in the bloody water and got his clothes soaked!! x__X I told him not to go in the water! Gah!!! He's a dipshit. -.- My cousin are bitch and she are going to pay for this. But, I still got 60 bucks for all my efforts.

Now my back, legs, neck, arms... feet... are sore. Babysitting is exercise I tell you. Having to get up and down, chase after a damned kid and then try and subdue the thing. x_X It's a creature! -.- It ain't no child. It's in-human! So, all-in-all, my day well and truly sucked and I have to do it for three hours on Thursday. YIPPEEE!! I'm so excited! *waves a flag*

...

I'm going to go insane, yo.

H.O.M.G!

2008-04-20T08:26:12Z

50 DAYS!!

Till I turn 20.

The End.

sigh

2008-04-17T01:14:40Z

People amaze me, they really do. It doesn't matter how often you explain something, they're going to continue thinking they're right. When, they really aren't. Stupidity is their disease and unfortunately there isn't a drug out there to cure it; unless, per-say, you accidentally happen to push them in front of on-coming traffic, or a train. Whichever one works. ^__^

Stupidity is a new form of cancer; there is no cure. -_-

*toddles off to the doctors*

Stressed.

2008-04-16T06:26:53Z

All stressed out and no-one to effing choke!!

WHEN ARE PEOPLE GOING TO BLOODY LEARN?!?!

Oh, that's right... because people are douches! So, therefore, they don't have a brain in their fucking skull. So they fucking take it out on me, because they are fucking douche bag fucking morons. I hope they fucking get whats fucking coming to them. Damn fuck tards. BLARG!!!!

*goes to get ready for Karate*

OMFG

2008-04-15T12:25:42Z

WTFMONKEY?!?!

The next condescending, know-it-all asshole to piss me off is going to get a fucking kick in the head. YOU CAN'T KNOW EVERYTHING! Admit when you're wrong. Seriously. I might not know a lot, might not know it that well, but least I know I'm right; considering I DID THE EFFING RESEARCH BETTER!!

Seriously.

Fuck tards.

>:(

You can't always be right. Grow the fuck up and accept it, seriously. When in the fuck are you going to learn?! If you want to be a pompous, antagonising, patronising asshole... go a head. You just can't always be right! ZOMG! You don't know everything! Seriously. And you can't force everyone to accept your ideas etc... it's not how it works! IT'S A FREE WORLD!! technically. whatever.

...

*bangs head against wall*

Damn.

2008-04-15T09:59:47Z

I are not a happy person now.

The end.

*is disappointed*

People disappoint me, employers shit me off and I'm tired of having my hopes built up, only to have them torn down again. Wonderful how life works, isn't it? Not. Screw it all!

*goes to bury self in blankets*

DAMN IT!

2008-04-14T00:16:36Z

I HATE WINTER! Or even Autumn. Autumn currently, why? Because, effing, it's either cold or hot.. or somewhere in between!!! But because of this fucked up, retarded, effing weather... I HAVE ANOTHER GOD DAMN COLD! My throat is sore, my eyes are itchy, I have sore nose; thanks to sinuses.... AND I HAVE A GOD DAMN HEADACHE!!

And I have an effing interview today.

Great!!! My day is shaping up to be abso-blood-lutely fucking lovely!

Not.

I can't even find the cold & flu stuff I need. Mainly because, the regular stuff effects the blood pressure medication I'm on. (And I'm on two!!!!) I got hardly any sleep because I couldn't breathe properly last night. My chest hurts, I feel like deaths warmed over and to top it all off... I have to effing socialise today after my interview!!! I may as well wrap myself in bubble-wrap! I got bruises and I don't know how I got them! MARGH! I'm in the wars! I still have a headache, the panamax didn't take it away! RaWr!!! I'm annoyed. tired. stressed. sick.

-.- this isn't shaping up to be a good week. Great. Wake up on a Monday sick. JUST FREAKING PERFECT!! (and I'm having my own personal issues, too! At least I have Tanya. She'll help me through it.)

*goes to hang self*

AHHHHH

2008-04-13T11:38:04Z

dirjdfhuewyrewrejhhdfewrk;iuwi RANDOM! jdiqwuerwpioejdk

... o_o I am so fucking nervous people! I IZ GOING INSAAAANNNEEE!!! >_> Me no likey being nervous. I'm seeing purple elephants with pola dots, dancing the hula. And Reno Bobble Heads. *pause* RENO BOBBLE-HEADS!!!

jfioeiureiowruew

*headdesk*

PS: I am, like, so totally random... like, totally!!!

*squees!*

Raske Menn

2008-04-08T13:20:08Z

Utterly. Completely. Random

Sorta Dunno Nothin'

2008-04-08T13:14:07Z

*rolls around laughing* Aussie Comedy. So true. *love to Peter Denahy*

squees!

2008-04-08T10:32:58Z

I have Lindt chocolate! I have lindt chocolate!

And I have given myself a headache because of it x___x

BUT!

I HAS LINDT CHOCOLATE!! *___* Swiss chocolate... mmm... swiss WHITE chocolate... *drools* I'ma naughty gurl... *gigglesnort*

And, for the record, it's effing cold x__x I hate Winter, it's the most retarded time of the damned year. Makes everything cold. I want summer to come back, damn it! On another note, sissie stalker psycho is across the street currently. He's with his sissie gay friend. I swear he's a closet gay or something, but anyway.

I hate him, he sucks. He's not doing any favours by trying to freak me out, he's just pissing me off more, because he's an ass and I shall hurt him if he even comes near me again. Damn sissy psycho!! <_<!! BLARG! Honestly, I have no idea where I find these spastics. o_o They just sort of attach themselves to me. Anyone have ideas on how to permanently get rid of them?!?! Margh!! >.<

Anyway.

*toddles off to eat her lindt chocolate*

Pandora's Box

Epic Fail!

x___x

ZOMFG!

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Joy. Yay. Not.

x___x

H.O.M.G!

*sigh*

Stressed.

OMFG

Damn.

DAMN IT!

AHHHHH

Raske Menn

Sorta Dunno Nothin'

*squees!*

sigh

squees!