"..." "Yes?" Eddie asked, tapping a pencil against his desk "Seir sore ori watashi no honmyōde wanai?" I asked. Elonie looked confused, and blinked at me twice. Eddie gestured at me and gave Elonie a glance. She shook her head a bit, before translating, "Is it ok if it's not my real name?" Eddie pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes, that's completely fine." "Hai, sorede jūbundesu" Elonie said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Finley. Sore Finley." I said. "A human name?" Elonie said to herself. "Was about to say, you don't even need to translate that for me." Eddie said. He looked down at his notepad, scribbled something, and looked back to me, "Now, can you tell us how you came to earth?" "Mechakuchada" I said bluntly, with a silly smile. "Who teaches you such infernal language?" Elonie mumbled. "Jinrui." I shrugged. "How awful." "May I ask if this is an important conversation?" Eddie interjected. "No, not at all.." Elonie said depressingly. An hour of question after question went by, stuff like, "any special talents?" "Well, my transformation periods are shorter than most." "special needs?" "Not that I know of." "Diet?" "Cured fish, tuna, salmon, and Japanese mackerel are my favorites, but I eat most human food." "Allergies?" "Dust....oh, and mimic cherry flavors, but it's not as bad when I was little." "Do you like earth?" "Some things are pretty." Etcetera etcetera.... I was sent to meet with Dr. Whitney right after Eddie, but was delayed thirty minutes because someone had fallen down the stairs and needed attention. The waiting room was pristine, a twenty by ten foot rectangular room, the walls where a warm beige color with fancy white trim, and the floor was brown carpet, with a circular decorative rug the middle that looked like an antique. There was a wooden coffee table of magazines next to the door, and on top was a vase of flowers. I assume it was for a homey feeling to bring down the intimidation of waiting for whatever low key horrible things you experience after having your name called. After a man limped out the waiting room, I was called in. "Nice to meet you, young Osakawa." He greeted after I walked into a CT scan room. He beckoned me to lay down on the scanning table. I felt nervous, with a huge bulky machine surrounding me and making strange whirring sounds, but I was fine, and had no abnormalities in my system. Dr. Whitney was very professional, and didn't ask personal questions. He didn't chat at all actually. I was sat down in a chair in a small office, and Dr. Whitney took out a needle. I knew what it was, and freaked the hell out. It took Timothy to hold me down and Elonie to make sure I didn't slash Dr. Whitney across the face with my makeshift claws. Like every kid, I was fine, but I cried a lot. He took the blood sample and put it in a black case on his desk. By the time we where in to visit Justine, my hair was a wreak, my cheeks where wet and my eyes where red and puffy from crying. We went to a research lab, which was just down the hallway to Dr. Whitney's office. "What on earth did you do to the poor child." "Karera wa ōkina kinzoku-sei no pin de watashi o sashimashita!" I shouted, showing her the multiple bandaids on my arm. "What did he say?" "Nothing." Elonie said bluntly. We followed Justine into a lab, where a few cupboards, cabinets, and counters where. On the counter was an envelope, a pen, a small glass bottle with a paper label on it already filled with blood, and two Petri dishes. Justine straightened my hair, taking a curl away with scissors from the nape of my neck. She turned and put it into the envelope and labeled it with my name and the date. She clipped my finger nails and them in a ziplock bag, during which Elonie made a face. To my absolute horror, Justine took out a needle, and as I was to stunned to move, she shot it into my arm which lightning speed and precision, this time pumping something into my shoulder, which I later discovered was an anesthetic. She rubbed at the spot, and told me to pinch it, and to my amazement, I couldn't feel the pain. Justine turned back around to a cart, which had a number of tools on it that was behind the counter. Justine covered my eyes, and a second later I felt an odd tingling and pinching on my shoulder. I was literally and metaphorically in the dark until Elonie uncovered my eyes. Justine was humming to herself, and I twisted to look at my shoulder, where two tiny stitches where in place, sealing a greying wound. Justine turned to show me a small blob of grey, the size of a penny, inside a Petri dish. I made a face, "Sore wa totemo hidoku, mite, sono haisetsu fushu to chi..." I said in an obnoxious tone. Elonie looked pale. I was later verified as... to put it softly "guest", and shown around the facility. I was given a clipboard and paper to draw a map and notes on the times and places where I was supposed to be, so for the sake of it, here's the map:
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Most of the cursive had been written later that year, by Elonie as notes. I was given a private instructor, Enomoto-San, who was nice enough. He acted as a translator and taught me math, reading, English, history, and language arts. Classes started at 7:00 and ended at eight, and most of the time he'd squeeze in classes during leisurely times, his classroom is in the room next to Dr.Whitneys, with all the dots inside, which where usually empty desks. This map is really old, and a few changes where made to it,thats why things like "big room" are crossed out and replaced with Shodoku (basically a cafeteria) and why some times are changed or scribbled out. I had also ruined Elonie handwriting while trying to replicate it. The black boxes along walls represent doors, some of which have extreme locks on them. I actually stopped writing on it because everything was so boring and scheduled. I'm just putting my life in a nutshell by now... but that's how it was, everything was always the same, same schedule, same times (most of the time..) same people, no one really came to our facility, besides the annual survey made by government officials, because there where a couple others that where brimming with other unique species of alien, and I was nothing new. In fact, the only reason why I was at this empty one in the middle of nowhere, was because the other three where full. That's right, full. As in, "we have so many subjects in our hands you'll have to take this Waffle House destroyer." full. Plus, there where others like me, but most resided in our home away from home world, Japan. My case was unique, but that's a long story for later.
In fact, life as an eight year old where so boring, we're going to skip forwards to when I was 14, on my birthday, in October. Not that anyone knew it was my birthday.
Usukawa Earth Colony member 12 Subject: 'Finley' Ajimani Age: 14 going into 15 Description: 5ft 7 human form, 8ft 2 Usukawa form, skin is grey, darker than Elonie's, standard sensory antennae, curly brown hair cut short and parted to the left side, brown eyes (small eye-bags), very dark grey shark-like-teeth. Slim Semi-Digitigrade legs, and located where a humans tailbone should be is a tail that's appears slim for a foot then rapidly flattens into a salamander like shape, becoming wider and thicker, before abruptly coming to a bluntly pointed end.
