Snippet #1901432

Masanori groaned quietly, emitting a small cough as his eyes seemed to creak open. He wasn't allowed to have an alarm clock because of the chance for headaches; he was already pretty frail and sickly as it was. However, his internal clock made up for this. He lifted his arm up, stretching it carefully out before bringing it down to his face and using his hand to rub his eyes. Light was filtering softly through the tinted curtains, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position before stretching the rest of his body. Another cough shook his body, but he ignored it, scratching the back of his neck before setting his feet against the floor. He experimentally rose up, waiting for the rush of black to block out his vision for a few seconds, but this morning it never came. He blinked, then smiled ever so faintly. Well that's good news. He quietly got dressed, buttoning up his shirt and putting on his clip-on tie before shuffling towards the door.

The boy turned the golden knob, pushing softly against the door and poking his head out, looking both ways so he wouldn't crash into one of the maids or housekeepers. Once the coast was all clear, he picked up his feet a bit more, so he wouldn't gather up static electricity and shock himself. The house was quiet, other than the faint flicker of speech every so often by the other workers of the house. His parents were both gone. They'd been gone for awhile. It was just him in the house, but he learned to get along with everything. Though, he hated getting caught by one of the head maids, Eva. She was just plain haughty and strict. Speaking of the devil spawn, Masanori quickly back-stepped into a room, shutting the door as the Russian passed in a huff, glancing both ways before stalking off once again. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, looking around the room. He scratched his head softly, as if trying to remember something that was some-what important. Then it prodded him. He realized that this was his mother's office, and the safe was just over there. His head tilted slowly to the side, and he then walked over to the desk. He fumbled around for some wire, bending it and then poking it into the keyhole with a yawn followed by a cough before it clicked, the drawer popping out. Inside was a small cube. The iCube, a worthless piece of crap that made incessant beeping noises and blinding lights.

A frown stitched itself onto his face, and he growled quietly, jabbing the side in irritation. And then a small hologram popped up, and he nearly gave a start, falling on the ground with a soft thud. Instead, he remembered at the last second the maid was still stalking about the place, and he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes narrowing and squinting from the bright light. He rubbed his eyes once more, and then looked a bit more carefully towards the name. Project Ningen no Kami [TOP SECRET]. Masanori merely gave another growl, his mother having already told him she was off on a job to make a more perfect human. And this must have been what the job was exactly labeled. Back then, it had shattered his heart that his own mother cared little to nothing about him; that he wasn't perfect enough for her love.

He slammed the drawer shut, stalking out of the room and down the stairs of the mansion. Such a drag.... He thought to himself, detouring into the kitchen and grabbing an English Muffin with jelly and biting into it carefully as he continued walking through the house. The boy quietly stopped near the end of the next flight of stairs, squatting down and grabbing his backpack, shoes, and camera before scratching his head with another cough. However, he smiled lovingly at the camera, it being his only friend. He then glanced around, and opened the door out into the morning. He grumbled once more, his eyes narrowing once more from the sunlight. They just need to adjust, that's all.... He stepped down the porch, and veered off to the left under the trees through the grass. He had plenty of time, he could manage walking in the cool morning.