| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
Changmin was wracked with nervousness. He watched the girl as she slept, eyes glued to the monitor system he had set up. If there was the slightest fluctuation in her status levels, he was going to kill himself. Kill the others and then kill himself.
He hadn’t slept in days, because he hasn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong. When Yunho had ordered the retrieval of the data from her flash card, Junsu had complied. The operation would have gone through if not for one small problem – the chip rejected the third-party stigma. It was an advanced security system that Changmin was sure he could crack, but he had lied and said he hadn’t seen it before – said, it must be a new code; told them it looked Russian. It was a standard Korean CUI security code, modified with slight tweaks here and there, but he wasn’t about to tell them that. That would cause him to be forced to hack into it and decode it, which he was unwilling to do.
He watched with worry as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Though the signal had been rejected, he wasn’t sure how the sudden attack of a foreign technology would affect her subconscious. So far, they were in the clear, but given the particle compression of the signal, that could change in minutes, milliseconds, or years.
The girl stirred in her sleep, and Changmin jumped up. He gaped at her as her eyes slowly opened. When her eyes locked on him, she slowly started to push herself up. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, and he saw her lips move from under the oxygen mask, but was unable to hear her. He helped her sit up, hastily removing the mask as he did so. When she was sitting, he moved his arm, only for her to teeter to the side. Deciding it was for the best, Changmin left his arm behind her, securing her in place, and clasped on to her arm.
“J-?” she asked, quietly, rubbing her eyes as the anesthetic wore off.
“N-no, no, I’m… I-I’m… I’m Changmin,” he stammered. He was caught off guard by the colour of her eyes – a bright, clover green that he’d never seen before. He would acclaim it to the bioenhancement she had obviously been treated with, if not for the tiny flecks of gold in her iris. As far as he knew, bioenhancement surgeries for eye colour did not look so realistic.
“Changmin?” she repeated, to which he nodded.
“Do… do you remember you’re name?”
The girl looked at him, tilting her head to the side and nodding softly.
“Of course,” she said quietly, “I am Six.”
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05.07.09