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The fact that Neko still stood actually made Yuki angry, and he returned Neko's glare. Why are you making this harder? Yuki lunged, reaching out to take Neko by his shirt to pull him away from the door with the intent to get behind him. One arm wrapped around Neko's neck in a choke hold, and as Yuki pulled his friend against him he breathed words into his ear that he could only pray would only be heard by them. "Relax, I don't want this to hurt any more than it has to." Barely a pause, and he began tightening his hold around Neko's neck. Why am I doing this? He shut his eyes tightly. She wouldn't want this... Yuki shifted his weight, to prepare for Neko's collapse. The least he could do was try to lower him gently to the floor as he lost consciousness.

Just as Neko fell limp, Yuki's grip around his friend's neck was quickly released and he struggled to lessen the intensity of his fall. Typically, one wasn't so careful with someone they were trying to strangle. Neko was lowered to the floor as gently as Yuki could manage, and out of the way of the door. It wasn't a task he had enjoyed, how could it have been? But... He had to see Hitsu.

Visibly shaking, Yuki intentionally placed himself between Neko and the door as Suto opened it, encase this freak got any more horrible ideas. It was fortunate, at least to a small level, that Suto seemed only to be interested in him. Neko would be safe, he hoped. Wordlessly, Yuki stepped out of the room and into the hallway to follow Suto.

[Holy s**t, I don't even know how to react to this properly. D8 All I can say is that I'll try my best.]

As they walked, Yuki had thought in silence. Wondering where he was being taken, why they were moving so far. This place was massive, just when one could assume they'd reached a dead end the seemingly endless maze of corridors. As they drew closer to the morgue, Yuki could smell it. Just barely at first, but by the time they stood outside the door he felt queasy from both the scent and the certainty that the source of it was their destination. He was really going to see Hitsu. Dead. He was suddenly reluctant of the idea, but he would not turn back.

The door opened, and it wasn't until then that Yuki noticed his own shaking. There was a moment in which he stared into the room, eyes fixed on the eerie glow from farther in. He knew that Suto had spoken, and that had urged Yuki to cross the threshold, however the man's words were little more than an incoherent murmur to his ears. Barely two feet into the room, he stopped. Gaze traveled from one body to the next, to the drawers along the walls, and back to the tables again. One of these... He was supposed to look for her himself? His stomach felt as though it had tied itself into knots, he felt sick. Slowly, he approached one of the nearest bodies, reaching out for the sheet that hid the identity of the deceased. He felt torn two ways; He did not want to find her there, but at the same time he knew he must. If she was really gone, he had to see it with his own eyes. It was the only way he could accept it.

[I have an idea of what I want Yuki to do, whether it makes a halfway decent post or not is left to be seen. XD Or, you know, it was when I typed this statement.]

Suto's closing of the door went without notice, and probably would for quite some time. Yuki was fixed on the task at hand, as horrible a task as it was. He gripped the sheet, and tugged it slowly away from the face that it hid. It was not Hitsu, and Yuki visibly exhaled his held breath. There was a burning in his eyes, but it was not for the dead experiment lying in front of him. It was the realization that sooner or later, no matter how much he denied the possibility, one of these would be his sister. Just because this one was not didn't mean that she wasn't here. He did not want to continue, but he had to. It would be more painful to ignore this, not see her, despite her lifelessness. This, he had been repeating over and over in his mind. He replaced the sheet over the corpse he had uncovered, and moved to the next.

There hadn't been many bodies in the open, and for several moments after he had checked them all Yuki looked to either side of the room, overwhelmed by the sheer number of panels in the walls. The stench of death was nauseating, trapped in here with no effective means in which to get rid of it. They couldn't possibly all have someone inside, could they? Shivering both from cold and anxiety, he forced himself to move, going first to the far end of the room since he was nearly there. He'd start there, move toward the door, and back down the other side in order to check them all if he had to.

This process started out slow as well, he would slide out a panel, check the identity and slide it back in. Yuki was intent on being respectful about the process while he still held onto a little bit of self control. Sure, they were dead, but it wouldn't be right to rattle them around, he'd wager that they'd been through more than enough before they made it here. Yuki made in through half of the panels, and paused alongside the door. He'd probably been within the morgue for an hour or more, and it wasn't until now that he'd processed the absence of the scientist who had brought him here. However, his mind was elsewhere, and Yuki did not care at current. There were still many panels to open, but he was beginning to get worried. What panels that did hold bodies on the other side either contained grotesque creatures, or mutilated bodies of various animals. Some had clearly been dissected. Others... Yuki was sure he didn't want to know.

The care toward the unnamed dead had steadily began to decrease, with each panel turning up either empty, or generally void of the one he was searching for. By the time he had gotten four rows down he was slamming each panel back into place, roughly jerking the next one open only to discover that it too did not contain his sister. Nor did the next one, or the next one. Certainly, if he did find her in the frantic state he was going into, it wouldn't have helped him feel better. Though, when the very last turned up nothing, he wailed in frustration and pounded a closed fist into the wall. He leaned against it, furious and confused. He wracked his brain; Suto had tricked him, she wasn't here. Did this mean she was alive? No, he couldn't let himself think this way again. Yuki had demanded to see his sister, and Suto had brought him here.

Yuki turned to look toward the door, to either side at the panels yet again. Had he not recognized her? Had he forgotten to open one? He couldn't remember anymore. His heart pounded painfully against his chest, and despite the cold of the room he had worked himself up to the point of breaking a sweat. He'd checked them all, hadn't he? Yuki didn't know what to think, he wanted to collapse. His body had long before started to ache from the cold, and the moisture on his skin was only making it worse. He turned his back to the door, and halted. He'd glanced at the incinerator time and again since he came into the room, but truth be told he had no idea what it was and felt no urge to investigate until now. Besides, what else was left?

The faint glow from within had led him to believe that it was a fire used for warming the building, or something of that sort. If that was so, why was it so cold here? That couldn't be right. He looked in front of the huge door, down at the floor, finding no materials that should have logically been fed to the flames regularly. What was it for? He tried to glimpse through the slotted windows, but they were soiled with ash. Curiosity was dangerous, and that was no exception here. Yuki took hold of the handle and opened the door, flinching as waves of heat erupted from the incinerator and out into the morgue. There was no burning, but it was a very drastic change in temperature. In the moment that his eyes had adjusted, they widened in horror and he took several hasty steps backward and away from the incinerator. Within the pit of ash, there was no mistake, he'd seen bones. Large bones. They had burned bodies in it. Yuki found himself choking, the new stench of the room was sickening, and he quickly adverted his gaze as he closed the incinerator door. It felt so much colder now, but he wouldn't open it again. He understood now, why he hadn't found Hitsu.

He panted, heart pounding faster than he expected it capable of. He looked around him, to the door, as though denying what he had just found would make it false. That he would have missed something, somehow. How could they do this to her? How could they throw his sister into the fire like she was nothing more than garbage? His body seemed to move on it's own accord, to the door where he tried to escape. It was locked, but he franticly fought with the handle for his freedom for several seconds before he backed off. He stood there, catching his breath, staring at the door. Then, his face contorted with rage.

"YOU SON OF A b***h!" He cried, to the man that was nowhere near. He brought his hands to either side of his head, clutching it as he desperately wished for all of the horrible images to cease. He saw her, and he saw fire. He could hear her screaming, and Yuki screamed even louder. The nearest object suffered from his madness, as Yuki turned his fury to and flipped one of the tables. The body that it held fell to the floor, but the table was virtually snatched from the air. Adrenaline in his favor, Yuki swung it effortlessly with both arms straight for the locked door. He let it go, and it met its mark with a deafening crash.

Metal met metal, and apparently the table was stronger. It dented the door, and while that was an expected reaction it did not stop there. The door was ripped from the hinges and twisted open and halfway out into the hall. At first, Yuki was stunned. While inwardly he'd wanted something to be damaged, he hadn't expected the attempt to be quite as fruitful as it was. It was only a second of shock, as just as quickly as he'd processed his access to the outside he rushed toward the door. He climbed over the table and what remained of the door, out into the hall where he quickly noticed that he was not alone.

One of the two had been stupid enough to stand too close to the door, in result struck by it when it gave way, and laid in the hall unconscious. Yuki barely spared him a glance, just long enough to confirm that he was not a worry. The other, however, looked as shocked as Yuki had a moment ago. Before the tech chose to run, Yuki quietly closed the gap between them and reached out to take the tech by the throat. "Where is he!?" Yuki demanded, referring to Suto. With his grip, it was unlikely there'd be more than a sputtered answer, but this didn't seem to dawn on Yuki just yet.

[Yeah, I left you to control the guy for the most part. I hope that's ok. XD;]

As soon as Yuki gained his answer, he smiled. However, it wasn't at all the smile typical of him. There was no true happiness to it, in fact, it was downright creepy. In one swift motion, he jerked the scrawny man full off of his feet to meet the wall alongside them headfirst. Be it neck or skull, something gave an audible crunch, and Yuki released the man to fall in a heap to the floor. He didn't move, and at this state Yuki didn't much care if either of them were going to ever wake. All of the ones roaming free in these halls, those helping this madman in all of the horrible things he did... They were the garbage, the filth that he wouldn't let stand in his way. Yuki cast a glance down either end of the hall, to be sure no others had come to investigate the noise. None.

Yuki bent down to search the pockets of the two lying in the hall. He found a card on each of them, both identical and Yuki believed they were the same type of card that Suto had swiped to open the door to the morgue. Those should be useful, and he kept them. He also found pens, no less than a dozen of them. At first, he wondered what use such things could be, but pocketed them for himself. One end was sharp enough to penetrate flesh, if he tried hard enough.

Body searching aside, Yuki stood and quite casually walked down the hallway in the direction that the tech had gestured. Back where he had come from, apparently. He listened intently for any sound of footfall, eyes on the end of the hall for anything or anyone that might happen upon him. Each door with a window was carefully passed, typically with him able to carefully glance inside before ducking out of sight. Luckily, most inhabited rooms contained people that weren't interested in staring at the door for any passersby.

Soon, Yuki came to a familiar corridor. On either side, the cells containing the helpless victims. His feeling of guilt surfaced again, as he wondered which room his sister had been confined to, or if she'd been in one of them at all. Cold, alone. Yuki shuddered lightly, I'll make that b*****d pay... If I have to kill myself in the process... His steps slowed as he passed the corridor, until he had come to a stop just barely at the other side. He held one of the keycards in his hand, and he ran his fingers along one edge of the thin plastic.

One step backward, and he peered down the hall. No techs seemed to be roaming about, it was really rather strange. Apparently, they had much better things to do when they didn't think their experiments were escaping. All the better to piss him off... He mused in his head, a faint smirk curling one side of his lips as he approached the first cell door. I'll set them all free. Card swiped, and Yuki glanced around quickly as the lock gave a beep as it allowed him access. Good, it had done just what he expected. He opened the door just enough to leave it ajar, glancing toward the window as he passed. He had little time to get their attention, and it was too dangerous to risk speaking to them. This process continued as he moved down the hall, any who actually looked up to him were given a silencing gesture, followed by a point toward the ceiling. Some didn't seem to process that he was trying to help, they looked just as good as dead where they were. Reluctantly, he tried his best not to linger in any one place for too long.

He'd made it more than halfway down the hall, an expression of triumph plain on his face. Not much farther, and he'd make his run for it, to go and find Neko and get the both of them out of here. Key swiped the next lock, and he looked up to the person inside. He froze. "My God." He gasped, though quickly shutting his mouth again. He'd forgotten the need to remain silent, but with what he'd just seen, it was to be understood. Instead of passing this cell by, he entered it and approached the gurney. The dark hair looked so familiar, and his heart ached for this to be real. He didn't want to find another disappointment, another trick of this place. He hesitated a couple of feet away, looking behind him to the hall. No people to be concerned about, not yet. The one on the gurney stirred, face covered by a pale arm as though trying to hide from whoever had entered. Yuki took a deep breath, trying to ready himself for mistaken identity. "H-hitsu...?"

There was a gasp, and she quickly sat up. She stared at him in shock, and Yuki did much the same. She had been crying, and while it pained Yuki to see it he was so happy. Happy that he had found her, and more importantly, he had found her alive. Neither of them tried to speak, as the realization to both that the other was fine brought both to tears. The good kind of tears, which weren't quite so hard to let flow. Hitsu rose from the gurney and rushed to Yuki, and with arms outstretched he embraced her as she wrapped her arms around his middle. Never again did he think he'd see her, and to be hugging his little sister now, it was like everything was suddenly better.

Then, reality violently snatched them back, with a scream that rang out through the halls. Yuki had to clamp a hand over Hitsu's mouth to keep her from screaming as well, and he gestured for her to stay where she was as he went to the door. A glance down each end of the hall produced no techs, thankfully. Yuki motioned his sister to him, and reached out for one of her hands once she was close. He wasn't going to lose her again, he'd make sure of it.

Previous caution seemed to be thrown to the wind, as Yuki rushed down the corridor leaving Hitsu to run in order to keep up and not be dragged. She wanted to ask how he got free, where they were going, where Neko and Mitsu were, but knew it was not the time. Hopefully, they would find them soon, and they could all leave this horrible place together. As they continued to run, Neko's screams only seemed to grow louder and more desperate. This only seemed to speed Yuki up, and in little time he'd reached the door that they had entered a few hours before, and he quickly forced the door open and tugged her toward it. He was shocked, and slightly irritated, when she pulled against him.

"We're not leaving without them." She stated, looking frightened.

"I know that, but you're not staying in here." Yuki replied, looking impatient. "Just wait for me outside this door, you'll be safe there." The thought of the bodies outside seemed not to cross his mind, all he wanted was a sure way to keep her from being captured again.

"I don't want to leave without you!" She protested, looking even more frightened at the thought of being alone again. Yuki quickly shushed her, as she had spoken too loud.

His grasp firm on her hand, he pulled her forward and hugged her gently. "I know you're scared, but-" In one swift motion, he plucked her from her feet and wheeled around to place her safely on one of the steps. She stared at him, apparently late to figure out what just happened. "Sorry!" Before she could shout at him, he slammed and locked the door to keep her from coming back inside. He turned, groaning lightly to himself. She wouldn't let him hear the end of that, but there were more important things to worry about, and he didn't need her slowing him down. His next task was to follow the source of the screaming they'd heard, the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that it was where he would find his friend.