Drops of Glass, a Manga fanfic

DROPS OF GLASS: PART 3

A Note on “Donors”:

The term donor is defined as “somebody who gives something, especially money” loosely and “somebody giving blood or body organ: somebody who voluntarily gives part of his or her body for the treatment of another person” medically (1). The second definition suites my purpose perfectly in explanation.

You’re probably aware of the types of blood found in all humans (A, B, AB, O ) and each of these can either be positive or negative (the positive one normally being the more common of the two). A person acquires their blood type as an infant, with the mixing of the parents DNA. Being said, this means that some genes are dominant over others and some are recessive (for example if a mother had the blood type AA and the father had the blood type BO the child could either be AB or AO). O is the recessive blood, meaning that both parents need to give an O gene in order for the child to have O blood.

The significance of this becomes clear if you were to throw another kind of blood into the mix (let’s call it blood X). What if two people created a child that both possessed this rare trait and accidentally passed it on to that child? What would happen to a child with an active blood system labeled X?

So far there are fifty seven known people that possess this specific blood type as a recessive trait and two (one, as of a year ago because the other died) that have it actively running through their veins. In correlation with this, we gave two titles to these separate groups: a positive Donor and a negative Donor. A positive Donor is one who contains the blood type as a recessive trait (meaning that the likely-hood of it activating is very low) and a negative Donor is a person who has the blood actively inside of them.

Kichiro is the head of finding all of the negative Donors and has spent the last ten years of his life attempting to hunt down all the last links of the puzzle. Two years ago he found a negative donor, and one year ago that negative Donor died (the causes were natural because the man was nearing his eightieth birthday, Kichiro however, suspects foul play on some part).

Why is this relevant to myself you may ask? Because I’m a negative donor and, according to Kichiro, possibly the only negative Donor on the planet.

What this entails, you can only guess.

Part 3

The food was good and I shoved a fist full of meat into my mouth, savoring the filling juices. I liked being able to refuel and I sucked down about a liter of Coke before opening my mouth. “You don’t have as many questions as you normally do, anything wrong?”

Kuro didn’t speak for a moment, thoughtfully chewing on some disturbing fish fillet. “I’ve always wondered something.” His words were very slow and lethargic, I answered sourly.

“That’s always fearful in it’s own right.”

He ignored me and impaled a piece of broccoli on his chopstick, “why is Kichiro so worried about another negative showing up?” His eyes swiveled to my form bent over the (now singular) hunk of dead cow, “I don’t think you’re too dangerous.”

“It’s not about the danger,” I exasperatedly slid out from the seat and settled my rear on the table, not paying attention to the odd looks I received. “Do you know how many life lines he’s traced? Do you know how much of his work would go invaluable?” I rubbed my temples anxiously, “his work is all based around the fact that all of the people who are Donors are loosely related, if she’s negative that would mean her mother would have to be positive and she’s not part of the blood line.”

“Meaning that there is more than one blood line?”

“Yes,” troubled, I swung my legs onto the table and crossed them. I ripped another chunk of my meat off and popped it into my mouth, not waiting to swallow before continuing. “And you can see the problem in that can’t you?”

He was silent, absorbing everything that I’d told him and I took this opportune moment to lean over and snag a sauce covered bean pod from his plate.

“Where’s the party?” He asked simplistically and I smiled, efficiently distracted.

“Just a way from here, it’s in this old ware house.” I finished the bean pod and grabbed another; he didn’t object.

“Alcohol served?”

“Most likely.”

“You drinking any?”

“I’m drunk off of air anyway, so I don’t see there being any reason to get completely intoxicated.” He grinned at the truth of my answer and I lay across the whole length of the table, gnawing on the rest of my bun-less burger.

“Do you know why a Donor’s going to be there?”

“She’s a normal person isn’t she?” I shrugged, “why not party?”

“You hate parties.”

“Yes,” I sat up and leaned over towards him. “But were not talking about me are we?”

“No, we weren’t,” he said evenly, leaning in close enough so that I could see the faint brush of freckles on the bridge of his nose. I suppressed (with great difficulty) the flush creeping up my cheeks and turned my head away.

“The woman’s supposedly a twenty three year old college student and she’s going for a major in Japanese History. She lived with her fiancée in an upscale apartment on the west side of the city.” It was an easy way to navigate the conversation away from me and he took the bait.

“Lived?” Kuro questioned and I nodded.

“He died three months ago; had some weird heart problem.” My voice conveyed that I couldn’t expound on the technicalities of his death and Kuro went in another direction.

“So she could be deep in depression?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to confront her with the possibility that she may be part of an ancient race with that already hanging over her head?”

“Sounds about right,” I slipped off the edge of the table and hailed the waitress who walked over to me (her chest bouncing like two whales in a children’s swimming pool) from a nearby table and gave me a withered expression.

“Did you want you’re check?”

“No I want a live human baby,” I said sarcastically and the pathetic woman looked at me baffled. “Kidding, I’ll have the check,” some people are mindless enough to need this explained. She pulled out a pale piece of paper, her freshly painted nails an extravagant sunshine daisy color, and handed it crisply into my hands. “Pay up at the front,” she nodded once to me and I beamed.

“Thanks, you three have a wonderful night,” and before she could deconstruct what I had just said, I scurried away, dragging Kuro from his empty glass of Coke and semi-greasy plate.

A Note on Negative Donors

There are few detriments to being a negative Donor, but those couple of disadvantages are very difficult to live with. The first problem that comes with this type of blood is sterility (meaning I cannot reproduce), this isn’t a major problem now (and would be dang near useful if I was a hooker) but I guess it may be in the future. Another problem (the second of three) is that my tooth enamel for whatever reason is extremely soft, thus subjugating me to all kinds of dental problems. The last problem is more serious in relation to where I am now and has to do with hair. People don’t really think about shaving all that much, but it’s a common practice among females. The problem I have with it, is the rate at which my hair grows. It’s freaking unfathomable! I shave and then the next hour, my legs are like a gorilla. But hey, when winter rolls around, I’m not complaining.

There are also a couple of advantages to having my blood type. I don’t have superpowers (man I wish I did, I would fly and shoot laser beams out my butt) but I have “enhancements” concerning my natural abilities. For instance, the keratin inside of my nails is mucho strong, and it’s like I have small razors attached to my fingers. I also have an unusual tolerance to pain, but Kichiro thinks that it just might connect to my tolerance to everything else normal. I’m also oddly flexible and devilishly sexy (okay that last part was a lie, but I can always try to convince myself). That’s it for now.

AN: Sorry for the shortness, but it was mainly a informative chapter and Reviewing would be ever so helpful! (Thank you to all that reviewed!)

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