((Post between [@Letter Bee] and [@Neozeon0083]))

[B][I]Flashback, Flight to Darwin[/i][/b]

While Osamu was sleeping in his fluffy feather bed, his perception shifted. Before his eyes is a disgustingly white room, and bright halogen lights shining on his face. Osamu attempts to command his body to move. However, he was meet with no response. The will is his own, but the control isn't. The restrained body started to flinch, as if anticipating something. Soon he hears Serk's voice, " well, I guess it's time to take a look inside". A menacing drill comes into Osamu's veiw, as it inches closer to his eye.

[I]I should not have saved that brat,[/i] Osamu thinks to himself as he finds himself unable to do anything but watch...

A gruesome sound emanates from the drill, as a thin and fine drill bit makes It's rapid rotations. The bit soon makes it's way through the eye. The viscera starts to splatter around. A phantom pain hits Osamu while the process continues. Like a tingling of his nerves, but not pleasure but pain. 

Osamu finds himself suddenly in a new position, in the same room. This time he gets a clear veiw of the inhumane tools being used. When the body allowed him to see the torso, it was splayed open with surgical tools and a plethora of implants being hooked up. Going from machine to flesh.

The young man was disgusted by this, and even more disgusted by the fact that it showed he had [i]standards[/i]. He felt like he was about to vomit, and he hated to admit it... But Hibiki seemed to have suffered enough; probably best to spare his life after this.

Standing beside Osamu is what seems to be a specter of Hibiki. The specter asks, " Oh, Osamu sama, is that you? You have never been in my dreams before. What do you think of my precious family memories with my dad?" As he says this, the father continues with pumps, suction and other mechanical noises mix with the sounds of squishy bits moving and sloshing.

Osamu replies rudely, "I don't like it. And I am glad I punished Serk. Note that this doesn't mean I am going to treat you any better; I'll just avoid breaking you."

A flicker of doubt at that.

Osamu once again finds himself in a different position, however, he is looking straight down at a blood stained floor, and a puddle of water right below his face. The specter then comments," Oh, I remember this! It's the first time dad put in the hard line for the Akuma system. I remember crying a lot then..."  The sounds of drills and other mechanical sounds burst out as Osamu is bit with a wave of pain emanating from his back. He sees tears fall from his face pooling at the ground.

The Artificial Human nods. "Am I supposed to feel pity for you because of your own father issues? Because like it or not, I am not easily inclined to compassion."

A face flashes into Osamu's mind; an old Japanese Man, his wrinkled face twisted by vengance, yet also capable of relaxing to show affection. His father, Suichiro Akiyama.

Osamu finds that he has control over his actions again and is facing his father in a formless room. The specter replies to Osamu, " pity? No I just wanted to show you the good times I had with my father, although I didn't like the pain much. Who's that?" Referring to Osamu's father.

The curt response was, "My own father. He was a better person than yours'."

The specter then says," How? Did he not give you pain? Did he let you see your mother? Did he let you see outside?" While the specter says this, Suichiro slowly turns and walks away from Osamu.

A faint smile, "All three, and I had no mother; I was created in a tank."

Osamu then runs after Suichiro, saying, "Oto-san, wait!"

As Osamu moves forward, in an attempted to reach his maker, however he dosdoes seem to be gaining ground. Suichiro's figure gradually moves farther an farther away. Soon, the man is out of sight. The room darkens to a depressing gray, as a familiar voice calls from behind him. "Do you want this body Osamu?" The familiar man's voice calls.

Osamu turns around, hoping that it was Alexander.

What is revealed to him was a naked Alexander and Mako, both embracing each other. Alexander taunting Osamu in a seductive manner says, " You want to join in don't you?" In an equal tone Mako continues, " Too bad all you can seem to do is push people away, what a lonely existence."

As they draw even closer, Osamu says, "I don't need to be nice to get people! I can just take whatever I want, including you!"

He grabs at them, only to find his hands grasping empty air. "Oh, is that how this mental game plays? Well I have some news for you - This is not how reality works! When your father is murdered and you can't do anything about it, when the Corporation that did this provides you your only chance at life, all that remains is to take what you can and indulge yourself! Red-Star took away the only person who can love me as I am and I'm supposed to feel greatful to them!"

The artificial human stands his ground, even as he realized how treasonous his thoughts are. "But I'm not defecting, I'm not betraying, and I most definitely will not accept that our enemies are right! My father... He just wanted a free Japan yet he was punished for it, punished by a world that didn't want it!"

The pair start laughing at him, as they rapidly fade away. Then Hibiki, no not Hibiki, a vile simulacrum of him wispers by Osamu's ear, " Face it, you have no true power. All you can do is destroy." When Osamu looks to challenge the figure he sees a grotesque figure. The figure with it's malformation and twisting, jagged grin says, " But you know how to take power, so take it ...take it... TAKE IT!" The entirety sceams this a few more times before Osamu wakes up in his bed.

Osamu catapults out of his bed, the blanket slipping from his upper body. He shakes it off and puts on a set of clothes, before pondering whether to kill Hibiki once more. The young man sighed as he decided that that'd only hint at weakness. That... And he grudgingly admitted he didn't actually want the boy dead. Another weakness, but easier to hide. So he called an aide to discreetly ask, "What is the status of Hibiki Laplace's sleeping quarters? Does he still sleep in the laboratory?"

If the answer was yes, Osamu would say, "Please transfer him to somewhere more comfortable, with decent nightwear; he's going to need to survive till eighteen. Also, get him some pills for nightmares; use the expensive ones that have no side effects - The Executive Pills."

The young man was repulsed by himself doing something actually kind for once. But he had to admit; for the first time in his life, he wanted someone to stop hurting.