The Adam Project. (Update 06/15)

[-Deadly Disease-]

Masato watched curiously as Trix ordered something. When the pie was set down, he thought, 'there's no way in hell a girl could eat all that!'. He was surprised when she shoved it towards him and demanded him to eat. "But what if I lose my girlish figure?" he asked jokingly then struck a pose. Typical Masato, cracking jokes that most people didn't find funny besides himself. He was never one to turn down food, grabbing his fork he began to eat.
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Ai had been left with Masato's real mother, the first wife. The woman had left her husband so that she wouldn't be even associated with the syndicate. That worked out well for her, they never bothered and she practically didn't even exist. Ai and Nozomi had much fun at the mother-in-law's home. They got to dress up in traditional clothing, read through old stories that Masato wrote when he wanted to be a writer, and spend the time telling stories.

Sometime in the afternoon, Masato's mother asked if they would like to join her at a small little social gathering for the upper class. Ai said that she would much love to go, but didn't know if Masato would like that or not. To which the mother replied, "He can just deal with it." Borrowing a nice dress and fixing up Nozomi, the threesome took a limo ride to a nice building not far from Yokohama Hospital. When they passed by the hospital, she instinctively turned her back to it. Ai did not wish to even look at the building.

The room they were in was lavishly decorated in golds and reds. The elite members of society were all there. They ranged from lawyers, famous chefs, doctors from all over and rich politicians. Nozomi held her mother's hand and politely held herself, she was told to be on her best behavior or else a ghoul would come and eat her tongue. Ai, who came from such horrid conditions, blended in perfectly with high society. It was almost like she was destined to be in such a position.

Ai found it peaceful to get out of the house and do something that would take her troubled mind off of the events of the previous night.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

Fourty minutes had passed and whistles were being blown. That meant that the classes would have to return to homerome soon. This also signaled for the swim team to get out of the pool, hit the showers, and get dressed. Hiro was always the first one in the showers and the first one out, despite the individual stall that were given to the students so they didn't have to shower naked together, the whole situation was weird to him, and has always been weird to him, none the less.

Hiro left the showers, toweled off, hair damped and without gel. He had taken a comb to it, which he usually did after swiming, as oposed to spending that extra time geling it back up. His hair wouldn't look it when it was geled up and out of his eye, but it was long enough to just rech the middle of his nose, which meant that his eyes were hidden, and he looked even more of a loner then he usually did. Hiro wore a white T-shirt with the school logo on it and jean shorts. Normally this would be out of dress code, but because he was part of an athletic team, the privledge of only wearing the school T-shirt was allowed.

Through the crowd of people heading back to their class room in a timely manner, Hiro noticed Anira. He would casually make his way over to her until he slyly was walking beside her without notice. Emo shields made a great diguise. He would finally speak in a normal voice, which would sound odd to him. He must have been nervous, but he couldn't fingure why.

"Yo.."

[Kenchi of Taichi]

The physician was having a rough time filling out his paper work in his office. Despite his office being neat, professional, and even pricey...the most expensive thing in his possession, to him it was also boreing.

The carpet was a soft vanilla, with a large oak desk in the center...which was of french design. Two leather guest chairs where seated on one side of it, and Macha's large comfy leather chair that could lean back,vibrate, and even rotate was on the other side...though these effects where often used to fend off boredom.

Behind Macha's seat was a large window that displayed downtown Tokyo. To either side where various cabnits and counter tops that held random alchemic items from raw ginseng to pickled tortoise toenails...mostly for show.

Attached to the ceiling to the upper left corner hung a twenty inch screen tv that Macha used to watch the news and pass time.

So Macha would do just that as he finished filling out his papers...but nothing of real importance was on. Just a few weather reports and a few more gang shootings.

[Roocrow]

Trix smiled at his joke. Masato looked like he ate like a horse, and so he began to. Deviously, she took her own fork and stole a piece, tasting it. It was delicious, as it always was.

Sitting back, she watched him like an amused onlooker. It seemed that this man loved his food. Mental notes were taken for later. Maybe the way to Masato's heart was through his stomach.

Lex had awaken in a theater of sorts. Empty of course but very creepy. He had spent the morning contemplating on what to do. He had 24 hours... to do what? It seemed that many of the watchers had it out for him, but were saving him at the same time. It was strange to have this occurance. It was fear and hope at the same time.

He had wanted to talk to Ai all morning. It would have been done... save for the problems. Maybe if he had a cellphone on him to start. Maybe if he actually knew Ai's number. Maybe if he hadn't been kidnapped the previous night by some crazy b***h to be later saved.

Too many problems. The artist could leave, but where would he go? Home? Nah... they would be looking for him. Ai's place was out of the question.

Hell, he didn't even know if his friend was okay. The only option left was to hang around for a while.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

Funata would be found in a local Jazz club within Tokyo. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and the vibe was mello, so sound of the blues swimming in the air. Funata sat in the red booth, cigarette between his index and middle finger, the bottom palm of the hand the held the cigarette planted aginst his forhead. This wasn't the normal hangout for Watchers, for they were mostly out working on catching the children of Adam, but for the other members of the Syndicate, this place was a hot spot. Guns would be displayed on tables freely, conversations of killing, smuggleing, and basically various ways of getting richer were common place here.

There was a Negro musician on the stage. This man must have been straight from New Orleans, because this man played a mean Sax. Funata's eyes would be on this man, who looked seasoned with age, probally in his sixty's. Funata envied America, for music like this must have been common placed. He'd never been there, but one day he planned to visit. The man, the Sax man, was creating a spell. It was the closest to being high without actually being high, but Funata had to keep alert. at any moment he could be called to do something. It wouldn't be till later on tonight that he'd have to go and talk to this Lex person, and relay and message.

Funata much more enjoyed the idea of being a gangster then being a hunter of the innocent. Atleast that way he could simply kill people who were for the most part his age, and were probally in the crime business themself. To him, being a regular member of the syndicate must have been much less stressful then being a Watcher.

[Encaitare]

Anira was rather startled by Hiro, as she turned to look she didn't recognize him at first. As she got a better look she smiled. "Oh! Hi." she said, attempting not to yawn. "You hair looks interesting today." Anira ran a hand through her own long hair. The girl was suddenly unsure of what to say. She looked to the ground as she continued walking next to Hiro. He had approached her, so he didn't dislike her or anything. Anira wasn't too tired after the exercise but still her steps were slower then yesterday.

[Kenchi of Taichi]

Macha had already finished his paperwork by this time and remained in his office watching the news. His eyes were as sharp as always, but from the look of his frown his entire expression changed to that of a solem observer. Like usual the Tokyo news was depressing...it reminded him why he didn't like watching the news.

After a vivid video of yet another gang rumble in the backalleys of downtown, the report would change to something of more familiar interest. The scene would change and a reporter would be in the back of a police car chatting with the county sheriff on this latest case.

It was the case when Trix invaded Ai's home! There must of been the very sirens he heard while chaseing Trix and discovering Funata's new habit. But anyway, it was currently telling they had little information on any of the suspects...just that the burglar was a woman probably in her early twenties. Apparently nobody had spilt the info about what Trix had done.

Then another interesting detail would pop up about the owners of the house. Just a short intro of Masato,Ai, and Nozomi. Uncanny as it was, Macha couldn't help but have the feeling that he had seen Masato before... but he couldn't place where exactly.

A flashback would occur with Funata walking up to the car he had followed and talking to the driver before taking Lex out. He only remembered a darkened figure driving the car.

The doctor's flashback would be interrupted with a knocking at his door.

"Come in."Macha would say, more of a sigh than a greeting.

A rather elderly nurse would pop her head in before entering and closeing the door behind her. By attire she was Head Nurse, and wore her title humbly. Back slightly hunched with both arms folded behind her, she would have a seat and sigh wih releif from probably walking so far.

"Can I help you Ma'am?"Macha would ask rather proffessionally as he crossed his fingers under his chin, his expression now to it's normal intellectual state.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

"Interesting? It's just without gel...It's strange really. Everytime I take a shower the gel comes out." He stated, trying to make a joke, but he wasn't very good at it. Hiro was, deep down, the kind to talk to people, but because he could hardly relate to most people, and find few things fun, not to mention a shortage of humor, Hiro wasn't really good at it. He could hardly smile, and when he did, it simply looked like he was trying to hard, which meant he kept a straight face almost all the time, like now.

"So......followed anybody as of late?" It wasn't a very good way to start off a conversation, be he knew squat about this girl. She had told him some personal stuff about her family and being an orphan, but he hardly saw that as something to bring up. Hiro would quickly begin to wounder why he was here in the first place. There was no real reason to strike a conversation with her, but since she was the only person he'd actually had a conversation with, other then the few pointers he gives his team mate, he felt that he was supposed to or something. That's how you build friendships, wasn't it? You talk and talk to the person until you get to know the person better, and then go on from there.

[Encaitare]

Anira managed to laugh faintly at Hiro's little joke. It was a stupid comment to make in the first place, she deserved that little bit of teasing. But things got a bit more awkward after that. She couldn't help but fidget a little. Moving her hands around, playing with her hair, they were all habits she gained during her childhood. As well as the clumsiness. Anira found herself wanting to say something but couldn't find it, "Yeah.." Was all she managed to say.

Her face grew warm as he brought up yesterday. She had really hoped that he wouldn't, but it was too late. "No. I haven't." Anira stated calmly. "You don't have to worry about crazy class mates following you today. At least, not me. I'm not so sure about the other girls, though. I think I saw one girl eying you during class." Now she was teasing. Then again, other girls did find him a little bit cute. Anira had stumbled upon a group of girls gossiping a few days back and heard them talking about Hiro a bit. Shame they were too afraid of him.


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[-Deadly Disease-]

Masato had practically demolished the whole pie, he left a little bit for Trix in case she wanted some. The man wasn't a total pig when it came to food. Setting down his fork then wiping his mouth, Masato leaned back in the chair. He wasn't entirely full, but then again he didn't want any more real food. Ice cream or some candy sounded appetizing to him. Maybe he'd take his girls out for ice cream when he got home. They used to do that all the time, Nozomi throughly enjoyed it.

"Thanks," Masato said then ran his hands over his stomach. "God, I'm such a fatass..." he joked.


Ai and Nozomi were having such a wonderful time at small social gathering. She was making instant friends in high places, which she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Already she had business cards with numbers on the back from two high profile politicians, a few lawyers and a children's doctor. Ai couldn't understand what people liked about her, but she didn't ever question it. It had to be just karma or something.

[Kenchi of Taichi]

((Last post till Friday))

The medical doctor was now on his laptop, one of two things that where ontop of his desk. The other being a plaque of his name, he was currently surfing for the family he had seen on the news...Ai's family.
He was curious about the strange occurence of events in her family, specificly why Trix was involved.

Though it was obvious she came for Lex, but why did Ai house him? They where not of the Iggy family, so why care for him? It would seem that there was more to this than what was apparent.

"Do they have anything to do with Funata?" he thought.

Beleiving a plan was in order, he began to devise a scheduel on how he could meet her family and still being able to follow Hiro in the subway.

[Roocrow]

Trix smiled when the final pieces were pushed back in her direction. Taking up the fork she had been given when she got the table, she picked at the last bits. Scooping what was left on her utensil, the plate was now completely empty of what used to be a meat pie.

"Fatty?" the watcher mocked at the joke. "Growing boys gotta eat a lot" she joked right back, making a stab at the man being a boy.

"So..." she looked away for a second. "Tell me about your neighbor."

[Sir Thomas JR.]

"I see, sounds typical. It's hard being a painting behind a glass. Everybody watches you from behind the velvet rope, but they can touch you for fear of an Alarm going off." Hiro said, not sure if that Metaphor made much since, but he stuck to it. They were in the hall, and hiro was trying to think of something to bring up other then what happened yesterday. That was the only thing on his mind, until he remembered the smell of the pool.

"So, yeah...uh, i'll be in the swimming competition for our school later today. Prehaps i'll see you there...I mean, uh...you and your friend, I mean." He quickly corrected him, trying to sound smooth with it. He didn't want it to seem like he was coming onto her, so he brought Anira's friend into it, so it didn't seem like he was singleing her out.

"You know, like, it'd be nice to have a private cheering section." He said, sounding rather manly in a manly way.

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((The theatre Lex is in))

A man in a Black syndicate suit would walk into the theatre, but instantly noticed that Lex was already inside. Normally people tried to draw out the time in which they would have to meet with the crime organization to the last minute, but this guy was early, hours early. The syndicate member was surprised, and smirked behind his pitch black glasses. This man wasn't part of the Watcher division of the Syndicate, and looked more like the business or intellegence end of the Syndicate, with his brief case and all that.

"Lex Iggy." The man state in a low and deep voice, but it was still audible, like this man was used to speaking in quiet places, where it was dark. It was a voice for planning and dealing, seasoned by age. "Seems like a weird name for a Japanese resident." The man commented as he spoke to the Child of Adam from the aisle. The theatre was usually mostly empty at the time, so talking like this was exceptable.

"There had been plans for us to speak at midnight, but since we've both taken the liberty of coming early, there is no reason to Delay. As you may or may not have already figured out, I am from the syndicate."

[Red Samba]

Oz sighed as he sat on the ledge of his apartments roof-top. He looked down at the street below with a fixed gaze. The children he had been watching over are being taken more often than ever before. "What can I do!" He shouted before putting his hands on his head. He wanted to keep himself as far away from being captured as possible but if he tries to move or hide the children, he could get taken along with all of them at once. "s**t s**t s**t..." He fell backwards so he could look at the sky, his legs still over the edge. "This is way too much to think about at my age." Ryugo looked at the clouds above as if to see an answer.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

"Then don't think." A voice from behind would state calmly after Oz had finished his sentence. It was Kisuke, age 13, and currently the youngest member of the little family out to get back at the syndicate called Secret. "Your better at blowing things up and killing rather then thinking. Leave that to the higher ups." He continued. He could either be wrong or right with that statement. Children of Adam are known for having a way higher mental compacity then those of regular people, but when it came to Oz, who really knew.

"I'e come with information from Leader." He said, stepping forward, school bag at his side. It looked like he'd just came from middle school, but that was because he did. This kid believed in education, and to get an education, one needs to be taught. That was what he believed. He stood there, uniform and all, waiting for confirmation from Oz to let him know that he heard him.

Kisuke wasn't the type to carry on with words unless confirmation of his presence was made, but all that was needed was direct eye contact, or a return of communication.