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Yuta rested his head against the wall, sighing heavily. He was thirteen today. It didn't mean that much. But it was still some kind of landmark, for four years now he had been different from everyone else. A monster. That was something to celebrate surely. With a growl to himself, Yuta flung himself back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had a lot of thoughts about what this age would be like, what his future would be like. To say his expectations were not met would be an understatement.
"Happy Birthday, Yuta!" A falsely cheery voice chirped over an intercom. The boy tensed and shot a glare through the window. A man in a white coat smiled widely at him and tapped at the glass. "We're going to do some more tests today, but then you can have a slice of cake!"
The frown on Subject 7 told the man exactly what he wanted him to do with his slice of cake. But he didn't let that detour him. Cooperation was very important when dealing with these specimens.
"C'mon now. If you're very good, you can even visit some people!"
That finally got a more positive response, at least in that Yuta stood up from his bed and headed towards the door. After a lot of button pushing, he finally was able to exit the room. The two men with guns that suddenly flanked him were the norm. He was considered dangerous, of course. Just not as dangerous as the others.
So Yuta spent several hours of his birthday going through various tests. He was poked with needles but those wounds would be healed by the end of the night. A woman weighed him and measured his height in such a way that he found himself fondly remembering his mother doing the same long ago. Reflexes were checked, strength was measured, and then there were specific tests. How many things he could do while holding a barrier was something they tested him on frequently. There had been times when they also tested how injuries affected his ability to hold the barrier and afterwards he'd find himself waking up in his bed, bandages still taped onto him. But that wasn't for today, it was his birthday.
How very kind of them to observe his special day by not almost killing him.
It was hours and hours but finally it was done. The same man who had picked him up from his room appeared again. Annoyingly, he was carrying a plate with a chocolately piece of cake on it.
"Yuta! You've been such a good boy today on your birthday!" He was offering the plate but Yuta crossed his arms and glared. He was good at glaring with his strange, inhuman eyes.
"What about the visits?" There was no need to dance around. That was what he really wanted. The man gave him another fake smile and began to lead the way. Yuta made a point to memorize the route. They changed rooms again it seemed. A few turns later though, they were there. It looked like a high security prison cell. There were no windows, only a strong thick door with a special slot to shove things through. It was probably all fire-proofed to the highest degree possible. The man pressed a button and Yuta heard the familiar crackle of the intercom.
He felt a bit foolish but spoke into the device. "Ah...Taisuke, I'm visiting..."
"Yuta...! Hey, that's great...!" The voice sounded strained, but he was trying.
It wasn't long until Yuta was in the room, the door quickly slamming behind him. Taisuke sat on the floor, grinning at his guest despite the signs of exhaustion that haunted his features. Yuta dropped down in front of him, throwing his arms around him. If he had been paying attention he may have noted a strange scent in the air, something pumped in the keep Taisuke sedate. Maybe the state of the room would have concerned him, much more barren than his own sparse room. But that stuff didn't matter. He was with Taisuke and was being held close, more tightly than he thought Taisuke had the strength too.
"It's your birthday, right? Happy birthday."
Yuta burst into tears and clung, promising himself that this year he wouldn't let go no matter what they did.
Outside the room, the man in the white coat observed the monitor and jotted down some notes before helping himself to the slice of cake.