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Chaos Metamorphism
By : sephrothlay
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And thus here is Chapter 12 Un-betaed for now. Author Notes at the end.

Beta: Not beta-ed this chapter

Resource(s): Kage-Angel02

Genre: Sonic X

Disclaimer: Don't own Sonic or make money from this fic...

Chaos Metamorphism

Summery:Lost memories found, clouded paths now clearing:can Chris-who's become something unknown himself-weather the changes and dangers that come along with it? Also what of these new feelings..? A twist on the Sonic X episode 26 during and after… Yaoi

Pairing: Knuckles/Chris Pairing

Chapter 12: Disastrous Consequences of Curiosity

xKurisuXArchiveXChrisx

He is ten years old, or so they have said, as that is what he looks to be, and so they proclaim it so. Yet, if he is only a simple child of ten, the many years that have passed would not be true, for unknowing to them he is stuck at ten, a child forever until the right time comes.

But what he can truly say is that their words are not true, for the body the two inhabit, as one yet apart, is awakening once more. They can feel the energy’s of power so bold, familiar yet not, gathering in the far distance which is beyond their reach.

For the two, who are one, wait for the right time, to finally become apart and live as they were meant too. One young, the other older, brothers in spirit, yet blood of strangers, the earth will tremble, as the two shake the world, and pull apart reality.

But for now he waits, biding his time, deep inside the child, stopping his age, and yet letting him live. Anticipating the time that he will be free, and the ones who betrayed him, will pay, with blood and freedom.

Self Prophecy 12: Found on the Ark, unknown origins.

Archived within G.U.N.’s main facility Underground lv B12

xKurisuXFlashbackXChrisx

He can see them from the corner of his eye, the worried look on mother’s face and the haughty look father gives. His father has no love for him, since the change not three years ago, his body has been stuck at the age of ten years and that man who calls himself father, hates him for it. But his mother, who cares for him with all her heart, knows more about all this than anyone else; since the time she broke and told the truth, her surname became cursed, as though it had been the cause of all problems. But his brother, oh beloved sibling, couldn’t understand the pain that was caused between all three, a cycle of hatred and agony, for not being able to stop the agelessness from happening to their own child, who the father thought of as dead, and him, as an impostor in a body not his own.

The truth? It wasn’t known, the memories that had been so clear, the day after the two became one, faded; it was as though, with each year that went by, the memories flooded the too small brain and like with a dam, let loose the excess.

His own blue eyes catch in the mirror, and he stares. Pale skin, fading from the tan that once eclipsed it, golden brown strands, that had faded to a dark brown, near black, and blue eyes, which after that day, became shadowed and haunted, as though something had aged his soul beyond his ‘physical’ age.

Though, it wasn’t like you could tell his real age anymore, some who looked at him, were never sure what age he was meant to be, he acted too old, yet his manner was innocent, contradicting like two differencing forces, never letting up, only pushing against one another.

His eyes catch movement, and he sees his brother within his partial vision, he focuses on that kindly face as the younger holds out a hand, imploring him to go to the eight year old so they can leave the tension filled room, for the younger can feel there is something wrong about the atmosphere. Moving towards him, blue eyes narrow as a harsh cough sounds from his mother, lips press firmly together, face grim, as his mind automatically counts down the time she has left, before the illness destroys her completely. Already she is far too thin, blond hair lying lank against her skin which is white, veins clear, while more blood is lost, leaving her evermore frail, her blue dress and shawl covering her skin, leaving only her hands and legs free. Lastly, still with life, beautiful blue eyes that he, Christian, had inherited.

Turning his head, he gazed back towards her, while a small but warm smile creases her lips, as lips soundlessly move in a familiar arrangement that many a time, she had said against his skin.

‘I love you, my Chris, my son, my little Halfling child.’ Nodding, he sees that smile become wider, as blue eyes twinkle while the door swings mostly shut behind him. A small hand grips his own, as light brown eyes of their father catches his own in worry. Pulling the younger into his arms, he holds the younger securely as the sounds of movement come to him.

“I can’t take it any longer Maria. I do not want that… that… that monster near my son! I want him gone!” Eyes flicker backwards as ‘something’ shifts in his mind, as though something else is listening to the conversation, and if he concentrates; he can almost feel the sensation of ears perking upright to train themselves upon the conversation.

“Charles please… Why can’t you understand? Chris is the same; he is just stuck after all.” He feels little fingers tighten on his jacket. Reaching down to the child, he lifts the, much too big youngling and slips to sit on the floor, allowing the other the comfort he needs.

“Maria Thorndyke nee Robotnik! I am not having this conversation again. Ever since that half-breed took over, our son died! I don’t know how you can’t see it, but I can, that monster with its greedy claws digging its way into our family, tearing it apart from the inside and you can’t see it! For god’s sake woman!” Something inside of him twists uncomfortably, as those words bounce round his skull, sending a sense of fear through his body. Burying his head into the same wild locks of hair like his own, he takes in the familiar scent of his brother, who hides his little face in the gap between the jacket and white tee-shirt that the older is wearing.

“Mamma and da are fighting again Cri, I don’t like it. Why they fighting about you? You’re my bro.” Blue eyes flicker down to brown iris’s that were fixated on his own, lifting his head, he brought a hand up and combed through the wayward stands as Chris thought through what to say.

“Sometimes Chuck, people fear what they can’t understand, because I’m different to what father knew, its hurting him and he can’t understand why.” The younger face screwed up as he tried to process what the elder had said, though little Chuck only got the gist of it. Blue eyes narrowed slightly with laughter at the child’s face, it lit up Chris’s own darkness, lifting the shadows that had gathered there.

“Well I’ll protect ya bro! You’re my big brother and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Your mine!” Laughing under his breath, the elder tucked the younger into a hug to his chest, pale fingers tangling in the woolly jumper the child had on, while similar jean covered legs curled up under his brothers and allowed Chris to cradle his younger sibling to his chest.

lids lifted letting blue eyes open, a flash of golden seeming to appear for only a second.

‘I don’t care what it takes, but I’ll make sure to keep you safe Chuck, for you are too precious to me and my other…’

xKurisuXEndflashbackXChrisx

Lips pressed firmly together, a dark look within blue eyes, as a hand caught the doorframe and his body leaned against it. Ears flattened against wild locks of hair, while the boy under his other arm carefully helped the half-breed move from the room he had been staying in. Moving slowly through the hallway to the stairs, he leaned against the comforting presence of the child who was once himself, for Christopher, though he had no clue as of yet to who the Halfling truly was, clearly felt close to the other, even though nothing had been suggested that there was any link between the two. Yet he felt close to the other, the so named Kurisu, and stay by him he would, the one who eased the pain of something that had been missing and now was not.

Breathing out with a soundless amused snort as perked ears tried to hear for other living beings, the two reached the stairs and just stood at the top, both pairs of blue eyes surveying the (almost) endless staircase to the ground floor, while similarly tilting their heads with an almost exasperated air. Chris moved under the arm around his shoulder, clawed fingers almost reflexively tightening against the jumper the boy had on, tearing the fabric slightly from the grip. The slightly taller of the two, Kurisu, shifted his weight, and tugged the lad towards the side where he could grip to the banister and use that to make his way down.

Getting the message, almost unconsciously with how quickly the shorter one moved, they reached the right side and finally some of the weight of the Halfling was finally taken off the human’s own, sending relief through his body that they had finally got this far (Though, truthfully? It wasn’t far at all. It only felt that way, due to how long it took the two to get from the bedroom to the staircase in the first place, and it didn’t help with how big the Thorndyke mansion was originally anyhow). It still meant they had to get down the stairs where the rest of the company was (supposedly) currently waiting for the two. Sighing, and partly wondering why no-one had come to find them, Chris tugged gently against the others arm and off they went, step by step, descending down the monstrous staircase.

A scowl had fixated itself upon the half-breeds face by this point, frustration and aggravation with his body was playing havoc with his already unstable emotions, driving the Halfing towards an edge that would not end prettily for the one in the way. Though the only current being would be the child he felt protective towards, though he didn’t know why. It didn’t help that with one of his last dreams/memories that had taken place, that the two had become one somehow and it had effected the very fabric of time itself, changing things from how they were meant to play out, to the current stage where things were changing and different. Kurisu had no clue to what this would all end with, but he knew that somehow, things were either going to be…better than the original timeline, perhaps saving the world and no-one dies scenario, or, more than likely, people would die and, though the world would be saved, something would be lost that was needed by all.

Shaking his head to get rid of his musings, Kurisu felt himself slip as a flash of pain came from where his tail connected to his backside. Heaving in a breath as he tried to hold in the cry that wanted to escape, the hybrid felt himself fall forward and the other yanked alongside. Turning himself as he cracked against each of the steps while rolling at the same time, the end came all too soon; leaving the two sprawled at the bottom, dazed looks upon similar, yet not features. Heaving, he coughed, brown with silver hair thrown across the two, the band holding the braid broken.

Pushing himself upright on his hands and knees, Chris shifted to sit on his bottom, a hand holding his head as he waited for the prangs of pain and dizziness to let loose their hold and settle the world into the right order as he knew it. Blinking, as the world decided it was going to listen to him, he looked over at his look alike and became bemused at the words being mumbled under his breath, hand slung over his face in complete hatred towards the world at this time. Laughing lightly to himself, he pushed himself to his trainer covered feet, shaking his head to get rid of the slight slippery sensation as he moved round the other to find the group.

“I’ll be right back with help, stay here…” And off he went, his smile growing at the growled ‘like I can move…’ that came from the Halfling as he exited the hallway, curious and slightly apprehensive as to why all the racket they made had not brought someone running in their direction.

Meanwhile, upon the floor of the hallway, Kurisu had finally moved, now lying upon his front. He was attempting to find the energy to get his ass off the floor, not that he didn’t find it refreshing or nice and shiny, but he really wanted to at least get out of the house and away from the place that was-his-home-then-was-not and still reminded him of things that just were not his and never had been.

xKurisuXKnucklesxKurisuXKnucklesx

The trainer’s rubber soles slapped against the flooring as the child raced back to the other. Blue eyes were wide with varying emotions, but the most easily identified was worry as Chris finally came upon the Halfling within the front hall, harsh breaths heaving from his chest.

“They’re all gone! The plane and car…both are missing from the garage. And the science loft is empty of the Chaos Emeralds!!!” The shaggy head lifted, the right ear trained upon his voice, while the other kept on moving, unconsciously listening to the various sounds at the same time. The clawed hand that had been holding up the half-breeds head, while resting on his knee, fell to dangle at his side. His other hand helped keep the Halfling upright, resting behind him as the golden blue looked up at the stressed young human through bags of hair.

“Perhaps they are trying to protect you, by keeping you out the way?” The memories were still there, yet they were slightly faded too. He could still feel like they were from his point-of-view, and feel the emotions that came with them, yet, at the same time, it was like they were slowly becoming apart from him, floating away like a breeze was drawing them into the distance and there was nothing that could be done. It bothered him, but Kurisu also had a theory in mind, yet not conclusive enough for his thoughts to rest. It was like, as he gained his original memories from his ‘true’ past, the ones he made as a human were overshadowed, dying as the past took over the present. And it frightened him, as was shown by the breakdown he had in the last few days.

“I don’t need protecting! I’m old enough to make my own decisions about what I want to do, no matter if it’s not to the best interests of those around me…” Humour was clear within those golden-blue eyes, as the boy clear ‘pouted’ in response to the protectiveness he had been subjected to most of his life. A slight grin appeared on his face as Kurisu took in the sight of the others dejected form and clearly effective pouting posture he… they? Them… us? No! Eyes fluttered shut as teeth bared in a silent snarl to the pain that shot through his head.

Confusion was such a friend these days. It stood by him while he struggled to assimilate the past and fit in the present as time passed him by and tore him asunder with madness. No matter how the hybrid reached out to those who had once been his, they were no more, for the Halfling would never fit. A puzzle piece that was round instead of square, who tried to fill the gaps but couldn’t.

“Kurisu? Are you ok?” His head jerked upwards, blinking as his mind settled once more, seeming more empty this time than before. Though what was missing, he did not know. Huffing out a breath of air, he flicked up his eyes to fixate upon the youngling at his side and was taken aback at the concern within the child’s own blue irises. Tilting his head, he gave a small smile to assure the other of his good health, but the child’s frown only worsened, clearly seeing something within his gaze that was unsettling.

“You can talk to me, you know that right?” Breathing out a sigh, the half-breed shifted slowly onto his hands and knees, grimacing at the ache that compressed his very body. As if scolding him for moving before it was ready, though he didn’t need or want to listen to messages the pain sent him. Sighing while shaking his head, Chris slipped his hands under an arm and helped the other shift to his feet, the Halfling wavering while legs near buckled with the weight of his body upon them once more.

“Look Chris, you do not need, nor want the words of my mind. Trust me when I say this, for I do not want even myself to see what goes on within this skull of mine. And though I appreciate the sentiment, I cannot accept your help within this problem of my own making.” Once again under Kurisu’s arm, they both began to move toward the front door, ready to go and look for the missing members of their party. For being left behind didn’t only say how much that the others thought of the two as useless, but unneeded to them all, except, for being left behind like unwanted trash. Snorting at the thought, a singular ear flattening for a second while his tail flicked in agitation and curled around his leg once more. It was clear that showing the others didn’t want him around rankled the half-breeds nerves. With more memories that were being remembered, it was becoming clear that he had a lot more power on his side, not just in fighting prowess, but in chaos magic too.

Something that had only been theorized and barely scraped upon by the hedgehog though the power of the rings and emeralds, it was clear from various scenes that there was a lot more that could be done, if his memory was to be trusted, which he was sure it wasn’t.

“I’m not stupid you know…Kurisu. In the last few days we’ve had you here, sleeping within that room, I’ve been dreaming of things that never happened to me. Yet, they feel familiar, as though I’ve lived through those experiences. Now, I do not have a clue what it is all about, but I’ve got a pretty clear notion that you have something to do with it, from the first chaos control experience within Dr Eggmans machine.” Ears flattened at the irritated tone in Chris’s voice. His every spoken word held the confusion and slight fear that the child had been experiencing from what clearly was stressful to him, as it had been to the Halfling. Clearly, through no actions of his own, the youngling had been experiencing the same phenomena of dreams which he himself had been experiencing.

The only question was, why? What would be gained from the two of them remembering things, which, clearly, had no bearing on today’s world? Huffing out a breath through his nose, he lifted his bowed head, finding strength within him to at least move under his own power, with a little help from the human.

“Come. No use we stand here talking. Let us go to the city and find your friends, the ones who thought to leave you here…alone.” Yet, in some way, those words, ‘your friends‘, finally broke the last hold his mind had over a life that was never his. And, in some way, it finally filled him with a moderate amount of peace.

xKurisuXKnucklesxKurisuXKnucklesx

“You know, I’ve never seen this place before. Even though it looks as though grandpa and I passed it in the car quite often while going towards the centre of Station Square. You wouldn’t notice it if your not looking for it.” Both pairs of eyes tilted upwards to look at the squatted building, curiosity running rampant though the two as they shifted on the bench they had stopped at. Kurisu’s eyes shifted quickly, looking over the building and taking in the details while resting his sore limbs.

Paint pealed from the walls, the white wash colour faded as though someone had thrown mud onto the walls and forgot to wash it off. The roof had shingles missing, while some looked to hang threateningly over people’s heads. The windows were broken, from what could be seen behind the boards that were meant to protect them from humans. Lastly, the front door, though looking to once have been chained shut, was hanging from a lower hinge, the chains trailing upon the ground from where they had been nailed into the once strong wood, now cracked and flailed.

“This place is giving me the creeps.” Kurisu tilted his head upwards while similar blue eyes focused on the child, taking in the arms clasped around legs while his forehead leaned against knees, all the signs of loneliness and unhappiness. Twisting one hand in the bland tee-shirt he wore, the Halfling reached out and placed a hand upon the others shoulder, giving the human his own brand of comfort, for the hybrid had never been fond of too much physical affection, his own personal demon had seen to that when Kurisu had lived upon the Ark, irritating hedgehog that he is…was.

Looking away, bare feet rub against one another as jean clad legs prickle in irritation, the material catching all the fur upon his legs and rubbing it wrong, driving the Halfling to distraction with the itches that keep on cropping up. Idly scratching one upon his upper thigh, the clawed hand then pressed down upon the seat and pushed the hybrid upright, his tail whipping left and right to assert his balance. His other hand, still upon Chris’s shoulder, alerted the human to his movement and the pale face of the child lifted up to take in the other who had let go at this point.

Kurisu on the other hand was making his way across to the building, something about it was nibbling at his memory and driving him mad, thus he made the decision in a split second while on that bench to go inside and calm the curiosity and familiarity that the building had inspired in the half-breed when he first saw the place.

“Kurisu? What are you doing?” Trainer feet squeaked as the boy ran to catch up to the hybrid, blue eyes wide with his own curiosity as he came up aside the half-anthro, his earlier mood clearly gone. Kurisu on the other hand was focused on the door that still blocked the way, though it was hanging off one hinge and from the lower side too, the chains still kept the door from falling, only just keeping the interior safe from thieves while the chains lasted, though with how rusted they were, they wouldn’t last much longer.

Humming in amusement at the seemingly pointless question, the Halfling reached into the open jeans jacket that hung off his form, clearly too big for his body size, yet he still wore it as it was what Chris had given to him. Grabbing hold of what he sought, he drew his hand back out into the open air, with something grey and black within his hands. Flicking them open, it was revealed that they were a pair of gloves, specially moulded for his hands, the underside was coloured a light grey, while a darker grey pattern was over the top where the protruding bones would go, the darker grey ran down each finger and ended at a point, while at the back of the glove there was a black ring just before the wrists that melded into the darker grey colouring.

Flicking his wrists again, Kurisu slid them on, the stretchy material moulded instantly to his hands, the fingers stretching to the length of his fingers and settled in place, while the bones of his knuckles shifted into the pockets and they two moulded to the shape of the harder part of his body. Curling covered clawed fingers, the half-breed flexed his left hand while the other reached foreword to grasp hold of the door, drawing back his fist, the hybrid swing with all his power, crashing his curled hand into the part where the chains still held on for dear life to the wood of the rotten door.

With a shudder the chains let loose, swinging backwards to crash with a clink of metal on metal as they settled against the floor and doorway, while the wood Kurisu held in his hand suddenly came with him, sending the Halfling tripping backwards as he tried to hold up the suddenly free door, his balance with the sudden release and the backwards motion he had when the hybrid was pulling the door to himself to punch out the chains in the first place, caused him to topple backwards with a yelp.

With a yell Chris scampered backwards, arms over his head as the Halfling tripped over and disappeared under the weight of the door upon his body. The building shuddered but held firm, the sudden release of the door didn’t cause any unset to the framework of the place, but the creaking sound that accompanied the free door was a warning to be careful, none of them knew how old the place was truly.

Coughing, a gloved hand came out from under the still full piece of wood and grasped the edge, shoving at it; Kurisu soon was free, a scowl now painted across the Halflings face at the absolute idiot he had made of himself. Huffing under his breath, the half-breed pushed himself to his feet; the tail that was usually wrapped around Kurisu’s waist was puffed out in response to the sudden change in emotions, while the ears were flat against his skull.

“Brilliant…”

xKurisuXChrisxKurisuXChrisx

Golden-blue were narrowed in slight pain, a hand curled against his chest as though to protect it, while gentle fingers of the human held the cloth firmly in place, wrapping it around the gash that spanned the length of the Halflings arm. Blue eyes of the child were clear with concentration, as another length hid the oozing wound from view, being careful to not aggravate the inflamed flesh, from which part of the rotten wood had cut into when it collapsed on the half-breed.

Leaning down to grab more of the cloth, Kurisu noticed something out the corner of his eye and suddenly snapped out a glove clad hand to capture the humans. The child didn’t struggle but looked away, face pulled into a frown at being disturbed from his task. Using the right hand, for it was the other that had been hurt, the Halfling lifted the left sleeve of the open parker jacket that Chris had on over the tee-shirt, there on the flesh, the exact same shape and size, was the exact same gash that the hybrid had etched into his own flesh. Eyes wide, primarily golden-blue looks back and forth between the half wrapped wound and the open one on the humans own skin.

“Wha?!” There were no words that could be said, this was the proof that he had been seeking without the realization of looking for it; his mind, confused and unable to process the existence of a human Chris and a Half-Mobian Kurisu together, had tried to fit the puzzle pieces into one box, without realizing there were twice as many to pieces to deal with, that the amount that had been there before had now doubled. He was a variable that hadn’t been counted, one that shouldn’t have existed, of which a place hadn’t been found…until now. Looking at those double wounds, both exactly the same, he finally realized that the two of them were still irreplaceably entwined. He, Kurisu had split from that body, taken the blood, the cells, the DNA and fashioned himself a body that didn’t exist anymore, and hadn’t since over 50 years ago.

In the merger of both existences at the time, without realizing it, he had killed his own body, destroying it so time could be stopped for both the child and his own life. By adding on the years he would have lived, somehow with the powers of Chaos he had with his hybrid form, had allowed him to twist the two life-times into one, thus cancelling each other out, making the human timeless until the two could be separate once more and the two life-forces split, allowing the dam of time to revert to its original course as intended, though many years late.

Thus it had lead all up to this point, where the two who were one, still were irreplaceably connected to one another, creating a bond that had never been heard of, yet so irrefutably there.

“You feel it now don’t you?” Looking up at similar blue, Kurisu’s furrowed brow creased even further, trying to understand, yet for the moment all the information was too much. Sighing shakily, his right came up to brush through wild locks of hair, the long strands tangling and making a disgusted frown pull on his face, clearly the breaking of the hair tie hadn’t done his hair any good.

“It has been there since the last big battle between Sonic and Eggman, pulsating in the back of my mind, but it only became noticeable when we finally met face to face.” Letting his fingers drop, the young yet old being stared up into the humans, confusion within that gaze, but also a thoughtfulness, as though the questions they held had also been answered.

“Ahhh! I can finally see through the fog that was in my mind, all the confusion of the last few months are finally becoming clear to me. Since the separation of our minds and souls into two separate bodies, it seems we’ve both been missing parts of our very physique, like our souls had become so entwined together, that the separation before we were ready tore us apart, ripping the very beings in our body in half, making it so I have part of your soul…and you…you have part of mine.” Everything was silent, both just looked at one another, understanding and talking on a silent level while also keeping themselves apart spiritually, for they knew, if any part of them latched onto the other, that they may find themselves once again trapped within one of the others body.

With part of them irreplaceably destroyed in such a way, it was not only affecting them mentally, but physically as well. They were both taking on traits of their opposite self, for Kurisu it was a more childlike persona, for Chris it was a more grownup look on his life, but it was far more dangerous than that…the bond with Kurisu was slowly but surely taking away all the memories of his current life, draining them away and replacing them with his past; in doing this, the Halfling was reverting back to his original state and if that happened, humans would be in danger.

The last memories from which the hybrid had of humanity, those last tear and blood stained hours? It was the shooting of Maria and the near killing of Chris in the landing of the pod, this would only leave hatred and a deep desire to destroy everything in revenge, for the merger had wiped everything at that time, he had fallen into darkness allowing a clean slate for the future. But this draining would change all that, just a short period of time, away from those who cared for him, and the half-breed would revert, loosing what he had become under a guise of anger, doused with hatred for the world, all centred at those Kurisu had thought to have betrayed him and his kin…humanity itself.

xKurisuXEndchapterXKnucklesx

Well sorry this took as long as it had, for a year I went completely blank, nothing would let me write, then I have the trouble of one illness after another, made me too tired to do anything much at all. But now here you are, Chapter 12 which I worked on and off with, I decided to end it at this part, as the next part was driving me mad, already there are 5 pages done so hopefully that won’t take too long to do. Anyhow I’m gonna work on the next chapter of To Protect the Past, for those of you who are waiting on that fic, I’ve got the lineout all set and are ready to write it, not like my false starts the last time I tried.

Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this chapter (if anyone is left that is) It’s nice to finally get another one done anyhow.

Oh a little sneak preview after the next chapter of this fic is done, I’ll be skipping foreword, a whole chunk of time will be missing so we will be further in the story and that much closer to the end. Aren’t you all happy to hear that? From what I can gather of this one, with the Shadow Ark and only a short piece from this chaos Ark left, along with the short period of the aftermath, it should only take to at least 5-7 chapters more. ^_^ So that’s something to be happy about no?

Well I’m gonna let this go now, no more to say, only hope you all are doing well and the chapter agrees with you, so many questions answered and plots filled in, makes me feel all fuzzy inside, now I’m off to play Assassin’s Creed 2 and minecraft ^_^

Ta Ta

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Chaos Metamorphism