*His eyes took in every angle, every line, every expression. Was that pleasure? He didn't know. It seemed more like chaos... ugly, unordered, random, spontaneous... everything he dispised. Everything, with a press of a button, he would make it all disappear... like it never happened at all.*
"CodeZero. Bring the Japanese witch to me, now."
*16 hours, 42 minutes, and 27 seconds later... it was done. Her unconcious body dumped on the lab floor like a single rag doll. Only to be swept up by the same, efficient technicians... and strapped to the same table the had started the code. A young Asian woman, not much taller than Oichi, snaps a capsule under the Hime's nose bringing her to a startled and awake state.*
"You have altered the balance, Murai-san."
*His voice was cold, and unmoved.*
"I will, once again, correct it."
*He nods to CodeZero standing in the corner of the room. He watches with a detatched interest as she crosses the room to the table. She violently seizes Oichi's hair from the back, almost pulling it from it's root. CodeZero's eyes glow lifeless as she hold a single photograph in front of Oichi's face. Two women held together in a naked embrace.*
"I cannot take back what I have seen."
*He turns his back on the observation window. The microphone catching his final judgement.*
"But I can make it the last thing you ever see."
*The door slides open as CodeZero brings the aerosal unit to Oichi's eyes. The mist absorbed through the lids and then the cornea before resting upon the optic nerve and finally dissolving the connection... forever.*