“Daddy, can I have those? Pleeeaaaseee?”

“What for honey?”

“They remind me of what the pilots at the air show wore! Ya know Daddy? The ones that flew?”

It was just like any other day in New York city, and this conversation is just what you’d expect from a 5 year old girl walking down the sidewalk with her father one day when they just so happen to walk by a shop that has a certain item in the window that the little girl just has to have.

“Maybe some other time sweetheart, Daddy hasn’t gotten his paycheck this week yet.”

“But Daddy!”

“Come on Hikari. I’ll get them for you alright? I promise, just not today.”

That’s me, the little girl. God I miss those days. Walking down the street with my Father with no care in the world except what sort of snack I’d get when we got back to our apartment in New York City. Hell, on those days I never even cared to wonder what was around the next corner, let alone if in the next few weeks I’d be...well...we won’t get into that just yet.

“You promise Daddy?”

“Of course Hikari, I promise.”

Here’s a treat. In the next few moments you will get to view something about my life that not even I know about yet. You’ll get to see why my life got so screwed up. You, my dearest friend and reader, will get to see the huge mistake my parents made to save their own backs that ruined the life I was doomed to live without even giving me a choice.

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It was a cold room, the sort of room that when you first walk in you know that something is going on in there. Something that you can’t see, never saw, and never will get to see. One of those rooms that when you first walk in all you want to do is turn around and walk straight back out.

There were people in the room, and right away you could pick out who was nervous, conniving, all that good stuff. Two of them were quite obviously married, and even more obviously not from the same culture. There was a woman, and two men. The woman was standing in front of one of the men, and the man had his hand wrapped about her side and resting lightly on the decently large bulge that was the woman’s stomach.

She was pregnant. It was obvious.

The man with her had to be either Chinese or Japanese; you could tell by the way he looked. He had short, straight black hair; he was wearing a white long sleeved button down shirt with black dress pants and black shoes. He was tanned, and his eyes were this gold color. This deep, dark gold that at the same time shone with a brilliance that could only be gold. And not just any gold either, but the gold that you feel, as well as see.

Obviously he wasn’t normally in business cloths. Obviously it was just for the occasion...whatever the occasion was.

Then there was the woman, dressed up just like the man behind her. Her hair was strawberry blond, this light brown dark blond cherry strawberry red strawberry blond. And her skin was dark too, but not quite as dark as her husband’s was. Her eyes were a dark steel blue color, which went quite wonderfully with the powder blue dress she was wearing, and her powder white high heeled shoes.

She was out a lot, but he was out more. They had a garden outside, most likely. And she had a desk job; he worked outside in the garden. They didn’t have enough money to continuously buy food so that’s what they did, they grew it. But apparently it wasn’t enough, because they still needed money. That’s why they were there after all, in that horrible room that you just wanted to run out of screaming at the top of your lungs that the world was shit and you, and everyone else’s life, was nothing compared to what it could be.

And then there was the third person in the room, the second man. Red hair, green eyes behind shiny, perfect in every way and you just want to smash them lab goggles. Lab coat, lab gloves, lab boots, lab everything. He was a scientist, and he was about to ruin everything. It started simply, a check on the clipboard he was holding, and two words.

“All set.”

“That’s it?” it was the woman in front of the man, “That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all.” The scientist again, maybe his name was Ralph. Who knows? Who cares? After all...he did have a hand in ruining everything.

“What is it?” the man with the woman this time, gold eyes burning, “What is it that you’re going to do to our child?”

“An injection,” ‘Ralph’ again, but maybe we’ll call him science boy.

“Of what exactly?” that was the father.

“Sweetie, stop pestering him.” that was the soon to be mother, turning to look at her husband and talking quietly.

“No, no I won’t stop until I know exactly what we’re getting our child into Lerann.”

“But Kitachi, you know how much we need the money-”

“Forget the damn money Lerann, this is our child!”

“Kitachi, stop it! Stop it right now!” her voice cracked lightly near the end, she hated this, you could tell.

“If we do this then the baby might not survive-”

“If we don’t then she won’t survive Kitachi, we won’t be able to take care of her!” the mother turned to science boy then, stepping away from the father. “I’m ready...”

“Lerann please-”

“Right this way Mrs. Tagai.” and away went science boy, followed by Lerann Tagai. Away they went to inject the unborn fetus that the mother was carrying with a substance that was so top-secret not even Ralph over there, not even science boy knew what it was. And yes, that injection was the third thing to ruin everything...the second was when the woman didn’t listen to her husband. And the fourth and final? Well...that’s easy enough...

The fourth was actually going through with the injection after she went through the cold white doors.