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The living room was suddenly submerged in an ethereal, emerald glow that seemed to emanate from the very core of the Omnitrix. The synthesized voice of the device cut through the heavy silence like a blade, vibrating with a cold, mechanical authority that left everyone present in a state of stunned disbelief. The pulsing green light from the dial reflected off the polished surface of the low table and danced across the faces of the girls, highlighting their wide-eyed expressions.
"Repairing the DNA?" Lala asked, her voice tilting upward in a mixture of profound confusion and scientific intrigue. She leaned forward, her pink hair catching the green glints of the watch, as she tried to comprehend the gravity of the announcement. To her, the Omnitrix was a marvel of technology, but its sudden initiative to perform medical intervention was something she hadn't anticipated.
[THE DNA OF THE MEMORZIAN RACE HAS UNDERGONE A MALIGNANT MUTATION DUE TO MASSIVE INTERSPECIES CROSS-BREEDING. THE OMNITRIX IS CAPABLE OF REPAIRING IT.]
The statement was absolute, delivered with the terrifying certainty of a supercomputer. For Run, the words felt like a physical blow. She sat perfectly still, her burgundy eyes fixed on the glowing dial on my wrist. Her heart hammered against her ribs—a heart she shared with another entity. The realization that her very existence was labeled a "malignant mutation" by the most advanced piece of technology in the galaxy sent a shiver of existential dread down her spine.
"No, but… what on earth is that?" Run asked, her voice barely a whisper, thick with a lack of understanding. She looked down at her own hands, as if expecting to see the flaws in her skin or the corruption in her blood. She had lived her entire life believing her condition was the natural pinnacle of her race's evolution, not a genetic error born from centuries of diluted lineage.
I remained calm, though the atmosphere in the room was rapidly becoming electric. I knew the Omnitrix was designed to preserve life and maintain genetic integrity, but this was the first time I had seen it offer a corrective procedure so aggressively. I needed a second perspective, someone who understood the deep lore of the stars better than any database. I turned my head toward Momo, who was sitting with her usual poise, though her eyes were now narrowed in deep thought.
"I'll explain it to you later, but… is that true, Momo?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tension.
Momo set her teacup down with a delicate, deliberate click. She seemed to be searching through the vast, invisible library of her mind, recalling ancient scrolls and digital archives from the Devilukean royal palace.
"Mmm, in the past, the Memorzian race used to reach maturity at 13 years of age, but…" Momo began, her voice trailing off as she contemplated the historical discrepancy. She looked at Run with a mixture of pity and fascination, realizing that the modern Memorzian way of life might actually be a prolonged state of biological distress.
"I don't know exactly what's happening, but what Princess Momo says is true; however, that happened before our species advanced enough to travel between planets and galaxies. Millennia have passed since then!" Run explained urgently. She was desperate to defend her heritage, yet the logic of the situation was starting to overwhelm her. Her mind raced back to the legends told by her elders—stories of a time when twins became separate individuals much earlier, stories she had always dismissed as mere folklore.
The Omnitrix pulsed again, the green light shifting in hue as it provided further clarification, its sensors having already mapped every strand of Run's complex genetic makeup.
[THE PRIMITIVE DNA OF THE MEMORZIANS GRADUALLY MIXED WITH THE DNA OF OTHER EXTRATERRESTRIAL RACES THROUGH INTERBREEDING. CONSEQUENTLY, AS NEW GENERATIONS WERE BORN, THE MEMORZIAN GENETIC CODE MUTATED ACCORDINGLY.]
The girls sat in a heavy silence, the weight of the explanation settling over them. It made sense in a tragic, biological way. As the Memorzians ventured further into the cosmos and mingled with other races, the purity of the gene that triggered their separation had been diluted, delaying the process and forcing two souls to occupy one vessel for far longer than nature had intended. Nana, who usually found such technical discussions tedious, was now leaning in, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Do you mean to say that the Memorzians' DNA has mutated, but for the worse?" Nana asked. There was no mockery in her voice this time, only a rare spark of curiosity and a hint of concern for the girl sitting across from her.
[AFFIRMATIVE. THIS IS A MALIGNANT GENETIC MUTATION, AND IF LEFT UNCORRECTED, IT WILL CAUSE IRREPARABLE DAMAGE IN THE FUTURE.]
The word "irreparable" echoed in the room, chilling the air. Run's breath hitched. She thought of the constant friction with Ren, the mental exhaustion of sharing a subconscious, and the physical strain of the transformations triggered by a simple sneeze. If this was a sickness, she wanted the cure. She looked at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fear and a desperate, burgeoning hope.
"Please… do it. I want to be myself," Run said. The resolve in her voice was sudden and sharp. She was ready to leave behind the only life she had ever known—a life of duality—to claim a future where she was the sole master of her own skin.
I nodded slowly, acknowledging the weight of her choice. This was a turning point for her, and I was the one holding the key. I adjusted my position and spoke the command with a clarity that left no room for error.
"Omnitrix, repair Run's DNA," I ordered.
The reaction was instantaneous. The dial of the Omnitrix didn't just glow; it erupted. A pillar of emerald light shot forward, striking Run squarely in the chest. She gasped, but the sound was muffled by the hum of energy that now filled the living room. The light expanded, swirling around her like a violent, luminous storm, forming a cocoon of pure genetic data. The rest of the girls had to shield their eyes from the glare, the sheer power of the device making the very air vibrate.
Inside the cocoon, the process was both beautiful and terrifying. Run felt a sensation of overwhelming warmth, as if every cell in her body was being dismantled and rebuilt with surgical precision. She could feel the "presence" of Ren—that constant shadow in the back of her mind—being gently but firmly pushed away. The internal tug-of-war that had defined her life was coming to an end. Her silhouette within the light began to blur and elongate, splitting like a cell under a microscope, until two distinct forms were visible through the green haze.
A final, blinding flash of light washed over the room, accompanied by a sound like a soft thunderclap. When the spots finally cleared from my eyes, the emerald energy had vanished, leaving behind a faint smell of ozone and a profound sense of change.
Run was standing in the center of the room, her mint-green hair cascading over her shoulders. She was trembling, but her posture was upright and light. She slowly raised her hands, looking at her palms as if seeing them for the first time. She pressed a hand to her chest, her fingers digging slightly into the fabric of her dress.
"It's me… I can feel my own heartbeat," she whispered. The sheer wonder in her voice was enough to bring a lump to one's throat. She was no longer a shared vessel; she was whole, unique, and entirely herself.
Beside her, sprawled unceremoniously on the hardwood floor, was Ren. He looked disheveled, his muscular frame looking somewhat limp as he struggled to regain his bearings. His green hair was messy, and he looked like someone who had just been thrown out of a high-speed vehicle.
"What happened? Why does my head hurt so much?" Ren groaned, clutching his skull as he tried to sit up. His voice was no longer a muffled echo in Run's mind; it was coming from a physical throat, several feet away from her.
"Ren!" Run cried out. The joy of seeing him—actually seeing him as a separate person—overcame any lingering resentment. She didn't hesitate; she lunged forward and wrapped him in a fierce, emotional hug, her tears of relief wetting his shoulder.
"Get off me, you crazy girl!" Ren protested, his usual gruffness returning instantly. He pushed her away with a weak, confused gesture, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to figure out how he had ended up on the floor of my house. "Sato? Why am I at your house? And why do I feel so light?"
Momo, who had been watching the reunion with a knowing, cat-like smile, decided to provide the necessary context. With a calm, melodic voice, she explained exactly what had happened—how the Omnitrix had identified their genetic flaw and how I had authorized the repair that had finally granted them their own bodies. Ren listened, his jaw slowly dropping as the reality of the situation sank in. He stood up, testing his weight on his own two feet, realizing that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to wait for a sneeze to exist.
"I'm free! I don't have to listen to your boring thoughts about love and dresses anymore!" Ren shouted, his voice booming with a mixture of arrogance and genuine ecstasy. He flexed his muscles, looking around the room as if he owned it. "I can finally go out and conquer the world on my own!"
Despite his insufferable attitude, the sight of the two siblings finally being individuals was a victory. Run, still blushing and wiping away the remnants of her tears, looked at me with a gaze so filled with gratitude it was almost overwhelming. She seemed to be searching for a way to express a debt that could never truly be repaid. Momo, ever the orchestrator of social chaos, leaned back and let out a small, playful hum.
"Now for the key question… how are you going to thank Akira for everything?" Momo asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly what kind of reaction such a question would provoke.
"Um… I can do whatever is needed," Run replied. The blush that had been fading now returned with a vengeance, painting her cheeks a deep, vivid crimson. She looked down at her feet, her fingers twining together nervously.
"Momo… it's not necessary. I did this because I wanted to help her, nothing more," I said quickly, sensing the direction this was heading. I didn't want Run to feel obligated to perform some grand gesture just because the Omnitrix had done its job.
But Run was not to be deterred. She took a deep breath, her new heart beating fast in her chest, and looked up at me with a sincerity that was both touching and slightly alarming.
"No, you've done me a huge favor and I must thank you properly… How about I offer myself as a reward? I heard while I was in Ren's mind that you don't need money, so I am the only thing of value I can offer you," Run said. The room went silent. The offer was so blunt and so honest that for a moment, even the air seemed to stop moving.
"NO, NEVER!" Ren roared, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled Run's blush. The thought of his sister—his twin, his responsibility—offering herself to the man he considered his greatest rival was more than his fragile ego could handle. He stepped between us, his chest puffed out in a desperate attempt at intimidation.
The shouting, however, was the final straw for someone else in the room. Yami had been sitting quietly, observing the entire spectacle with the detached coldness of a professional assassin. But the noise and the "impurity" of Ren's presence were starting to grate on her nerves. Without a word, her long, golden hair began to ripple and transform, the strands hardening and expanding into a massive, metallic fist that towered over the startled Ren.
"What are you going to do?" Ren asked, his voice suddenly small and squeaky as he looked up at the golden construct hovering above him.
"Doing some cleaning; there is too much dirt here," Yami replied. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, making the threat all the more terrifying.
In one fluid motion, the golden hand snatched Ren by the collar, lifting him into the air like a discarded toy. Yami stood up, her expression as calm as a frozen pond, and marched toward the front door. She pulled it open with one hand and, with a precision that would have been impressive if it wasn't so violent, she delivered a swift kick that sent Ren flying out into the evening air.
"Try to bother us again and I'll give you a beating far worse than the one I gave you before. Now get out of here, you useless nuisance!" Yami declared, her voice cold enough to frost the glass. She slammed the door shut with a thunderous bang that echoed through the entire house, shaking the pictures on the walls.
She returned to her seat with an imperturbable grace, her hair receding back to its normal, silky state as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Run watched the door for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and a lingering, sisterly concern.
"Will Ren be okay?" Run asked timidly, her voice small in the wake of Yami's outburst.
"I only threw him out. In this house, no men are allowed to enter besides our fiancé, Akira. He is not permitted to set foot in this house; those are the rules," Yami stated. Her words were final, setting the boundaries of the sanctuary that was now Run's new home.
Run nodded slowly, the weight of the new "rules" sinking in. She looked around at the girls—Lala's beaming smile, Momo's playful smirk, Nana's grudging acceptance, and Yami's protective coldness. She was no longer a guest; she was part of the intricate, chaotic, and beautiful tapestry of this household. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the room in the soft, purple hues of twilight, Run took a deep, solitary breath. Her life had truly begun.