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Chaos Metamorphism
By : sephrothlay
Category: +S through Z > Sonic
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Genre: Sonic X

Chaos Metamorphism

Disclamer: I do not own or make money from this fandom or work

Chapter 7

He turned onto his side, eyelids slowly opening as he slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. His blurred gaze locked onto the pink flesh that was laying in his view and instantly his mind coordinated it to be a part of his biological structure. Brows furrowed as he flexed the appendages of the …information incomplete, must gain access to data stores to update to maximum efficiency… flesh object and filed away within his data banks where it was attached and how it moved.

Slowly learning his new physical structure and organising what goes where, as well as how everything moved, he soon found himself standing upon the cool …misread data, files corrupted, searching for alternative information… no, cold-that was the word-flooring that caused the fur on his legs to raise up in effort to keep him warm, though he did not know that at the time with so much information missing from his mind.

Holding on with one hand to the bed, the other spread out in an effort to keep balanced, he slowly lifts a foot and sets it down in front of him, then doing the same with the other one, he makes his way towards the centre of the room until his arm is stretched to its full length. Looking back, head cocked to the side in an unconsciously cuteway: withthe way his brow furrowed and the gold in his eyes became a little brighter when figuring out something. Messy hair hung in his eyes, as he calculated the chances of him falling if he let go and carried on making his way across the circumference of the room.

Finding the …calculating rate of recovery and percentage of success… number he gained from his calculations were on the positive side of the spectrum for his current condition, he then detached his hand from the metal edge and shakily took another step, his tail beginning to help coordinate for his balance and access: its proper function. Five minutes went by and his movements had become smoother with little falter in his back and forth movements across the room, though he had not tried anything more than a slow walk due to the apparent weakness of his muscles.

The ears, which had been limp and just drooping dejectedly on his head then twitched as nerves began to fire up within them. Reaching up with a hand, he began to rub the base of his right ear, where fur met skin on his head and hair; barely touching, he began to rub, slowly increasing pressure until a pleasant sensation was felt along his awakening cells. A sound resonated within his chest and, intrigued, he stopped his rubbing while bringing up the other hand to rest it upon his …accessing data, updating with recent installations… breast bone, just over the organ that was beating sluggishly within his structure.

That was when he found the strange sound had stopped, blinking in curiosity he began to rub the base of his ear again and the sound resonated once more, though this time it was felt under his hand as his chest vibrated in a …updates at 25%, memory core booting... soothing manner. His eyebrows had disappeared under his long bangs as blue eyes began to assess himself properly, words and names fitting in as his long term memory began to kick in: all the information that was stored there being used for the first time.

Ears, which were now fully active, caught a sound that stopped his internal assessments of himself and his own progress. Turning his head and upper body, he locked eyes with another for the first time with his glowing sapphire eyes. Greenorbs that seemed to glow like …memory core active, assessing memory banks, updates at 34%, speech capability partially activated... Emeralds; that he knew about, but not what they looked like. He blinked, his face blank as he watched the other, vague feelings crossing his mind but nothing substantial at this moment in time.

“Hey glad to see you awake! The Doc was wondering when you’d fully wake up to the living world bud.” He gave a slow blink to the Blue …corrupted memory data and speech capability, needing reboot, updates at 39%, all nervous systems active and fully operational... creature who gave a smile as he walked over to him and placed a hand upon his shoulder. Involuntarily, he felt his skin and muscle jump under the hand of the other while he slightly flinched with the new sensation entering his systems.

The blue one had caught his flinch and realised what had happened. With a guilty look upon his face and a grimace in place, he lifted his hand off carefully while rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“Sorry about that. I forgot you’d be sensitive to any type of touch until at least a few hours after you fully awakened. So my bad…” The silence was awkward as the blue eyed one just looked blankly at the other, who was beginning to sweat under that emotionless gaze. Then tilting his head, ears twitching as some noises were heard outside the entrance that the other had come through, the furry appendages turned to that direction as he blinked at the green eyed one.

“M…” He coughed harshly, his voice cracking and dying right before he could get anything out of his throat. A snarl erupted from him as he moved away from the blue one, not wanting him to touch any part of his …speech capability offline, rebooting system, accessing core memory, updates at 43%, emotional functions fully operative… sensitive flesh, though his standing-on-end-fur and puffed out light brown locks of hair with silver streaks, certainly gave off the message of keep-away-I’m-pissed-and-I-don’t-want-any-help-from-you vibes.

The blue one took several steps back with his hands held up in the air, clearly stating in his body language that he would not touch the other at all. A chocked growl escaped his throat as legs slightly stumbled in his backward movement, his bowed head raised and locked with the blue one, fingertips rubbing the flesh in a soothing movement.

“You ok? Don’t want you to fall back again; the Doc took too long on you.” Ears moved in the direction of the other’s voice, blue eyes assessing the creature again and the pieces fell into place. The …memory core active at full capacity, updates at 57%, all inner systems fully operational, speech capability online at 30%... creature was, in-fact, a hedgehog that had been created by their creator, Doctor Gerald Robotnik: one of the greatest scientific minds of this day and age. Eyebrows furrowed as he looked away, brown locks sliding into his vision, and he turned, walkingback to the table in the middle of the room.

“Hey you ok? I didn’t mean to scare you like that… honest.” Turning, he slid himself back onto the table and curled up, arms wrapped around his legs and locked his eyes back onto the hedgehog-who stopped instantly, hands half risen in a movement incomplete. Thoughts passed at sonic speed, as he thought over everything, all finally setting themselves into place in his subconscious: information about everything that had ever happened on the station had been downloaded into his mind before he woke and now it was being put to use. One thing still was glaringly obvious though…

“Wha…” Another cough overtook him. Grimacing, he rubbed the flesh to calm it before trying again, waving away the hedgehog’s helping hands.

“What is your… Designation?” Finally he had got it out: that thought circled round his mind as he watched the other’s face contort into shock for a brief second, before laughter spilled out of the blue one, hands upon hips and ears flicking back and forth in conjunction to his laughing. He watched, perplexed, as the other shook his head while sniggering, seeming to slowly pull himself back under control.

“Sorry about that, you took me off guard there for a sec. I’m designated as Speedstar, but my name is Sonic the Hedgehog.” He blinked, titling his head at Sonic, who had his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose as he walked over to where the blue eyed one sat. Startled, the other did not have time to move as the hedgehog sat next to him and give a grin, emerald eyes sparkling.

“Now, bet you want to know your own designation eh? The Doc’ll be here soon to give it to you while you decide your own name. That way we’re all individual and are our own hedgehog… I mean… well, you get my meaning.” He blinked confusedly at the hedgehog’s words as he processed them, the words soon making sense when his mind connected them to their proper definitions.

“The… Doc?” The hedgehog’s grin got bigger as excitement appeared within his eyes. Jumping off the metal surface, Sonic grabbed his bare hand and tugged him off the table, not caring about the claws that were currently scratching his gloves. Continuing his tugging, the stumbling sapphire eyed youngling after him, the hedgehog walked to the doors, not realizing that the other was still new on his feet and very unstable with any quick movement.

With a squeak-that he didn’t know could escape his mouth-he tripped over his sliding feet and fell on top of the hedgehog, dragging them both down; Sonic landed first while the newest creation just behind him followed suit. A grunt escaped from the former, and a groan from the latter, as they both lay their dazed. Said creation hissed in pain as the spines of the hedgehog’s quills dug into his chest slightly, the blue quills having gone rigid in the tumble. Pushing himself off of the other, he felt slight amounts of blood slide down his skin. Holding an arm across his midsection, he sat at the side, feeling a little dizzy.

Ears twitched and his tail curled around his legs; shutting his eyes, he held onto his head with his free hand. The shifting sound of the other’s footwear and gloves were heard on the ground as Sonic got up; then the gloved hands were felt on his shoulders as one pulled away the hand from his midsection. A sigh pierced the air and the hedgehog leaned slightly back, a thumb comfortably rubbing the flesh of his shoulder.

“Sorry about that. Forgot that you’re still weak from waking up only a second time.” The other shook his head, leaning back slightly as the hand that had been taken from his waist now began supporting his weight. He tilted his head back, an arm now hanging over his face as he did not want to expose his eyes to the light with the way his head felt.

“It…it’s fine…Sonic…” He swallowed, glad that his words were coming easier, now that the raw cells in his throat were healing the damage once again. A hand was felt as it checked over the wounds on his chest and belly; a sigh escaped Sonic as he leant closer: even though his eyes were closed, he could still feel it.

“Damn, they aren’t going to heal with the human medicines, I should know. The wounds from mine or Shad’s quills are lethal and have a protein in them that keeps the wound open.” He made a sound that he was listening, though he had an idea that Sonic was off in his own little world at this moment in time.

“Hmm, no antidotes’ll help. So the only solution is… Damn, wish the doc was here; then this would be easier. Well, that’s the only way for them to heal, eh… well hope you don’t kill me for this…” His brow furrowed and he went to lift his arm to ask the other what he was going to do, when the rasp of a tongue was felt running over the wounds on his chest. A high pitched yelp escaped him, as his arm seemed to spring off his face and he looked down at the blue head that was currently attached to his flesh.

Reaching down to push the other away, he suddenly found himself shivering throughout at the feel of that tongue dipping into the wound. A groan escaped him as he went limp, the hedgehog’s arms holding him up so he could carry on with his self imposed task without loosing contact with the other. Ears had laid back, as eyes half-lidded gazed up at the ceiling with a bemused look in them; blue eyes unfocused to everything except the sensation of the other cleaning and repairing the wounds upon his body.

Sonic moved down to the second one accumulated on his stomach, and began to clean that one, pressing firmly down to make sure he got the whole of it and not let any bleed out after he was finished. Another groan escaped the blue eyed one that ended in a moan, a blush over taking his wide-eyed face as he lost the submission that had befallen him; struggling, he was able to get away and soon enough found himself on the other side of the table, peeking over at the shocked looking hedgehog, who then gave a smirk as he stretched arms behind his head.

Eyes went even wider as he ducked down, the redness stretching all the way down to his fur showing how embarrassed he was about the situation. Looking below at his flesh, he was surprised to see that, although uncouth the way the antidote was presented-example the hedgehog’s tongue-it certainly did its job. There was nothing left except very vague scars that were already fading. Smiling, he rubbed a finger over them; happy with the end result, though, he frowned. There could’ve been a little more warning from the other before he suddenly grabbed him like that.

Huffing under his breath, he was startled to hear the door open, his ears flickering backwards in reaction. Hearing voices, he poked his face over the edge of the table and surveyed the new creatures that had entered: one, a black and red hedgehog that looked rather alike to the first, was currently ignoring his counterpart’s actions with a stony gaze and silence. His red gaze, as he’d noticed, kept on looking over at a blond haired girl who was speaking to a man in strange clothing. In fact, both the girl and the man he could not place at all: no information about any of them came to mind and it left him feeling helpless.

Quietly, he moved back onto the table in a kneeling position, but caught the attention of the crimson-eyed hedgehog, who looked at him for a long second, disbelief in his gaze. Then, that gaze snapped away and the hedgehog said something to the man, who turned, as if startled, and looked straight at him. Swallowing, he looked away, not knowing what to do in this situation. Hearing footsteps, he looked back again, only to have sapphire orbs meet equally sapphire orbs. Both stared at each other; then, with a smile and a laugh, she suddenly lunged foreword and tugged him into a hug.

He caught her instinctively before she slipped to the floor, his unnatural strength helping hold her to him as she laid her head on his shoulder; swallowing-he seemed to be doing that a lot recently-he looked helplessly up a the others in the room, not having a clue what to do and blinked, bewildered, as he found a smirk on the black hedgehog’s face, laughter spilling out of Sonic, and a slight smile upon the man’s face. Ears drooped at the ends, as he looked down at the girl again and saw her staring back up at him with widened eyes.

Then, reaching up, she began to rub very gently at the base of one of his ears, and he felt himself droop, his grip tightening slightly to hold her; his eyes closing in pleasure, a purr sounded form his chest as he began to push slightly into her devious fingers that were driving him to mush.

“Your designation is Chaos-Krystal, but what will your name be?” Her hand stopped moving and his eyelids opened to look into hers as thoughts passed through his mind. Looking up, he took in the other three, who were all waiting for his answer to the question. Ears flickering as his tail shifted around his legs, a name came to him that he knew he would be known by from here on out.

“My name…” His voice was strong as blue eyes gleamed with a sudden self-knowledge.

“My name is Kurisu… Kurisu the Halfling.”

Chris was frowning as he watched Knuckles pace. Said Echidna was currently ranting to himself after another failed (failed-you could add this, but only if you want to) attempt by the bat woman, Rouge-that seemed to get a kick out of tormenting the already stressed guardian-who had gone after the massive Emerald sitting on the Alter above the both of them. Hands hung between his thighs as he tilted his head back and stared up at the brightly burning green gem, which seemed to give off a comforting light that got brighter when someone paid attention to it.

Ear’s flicked to his red friend, but the other was not even getting tired in his annoyed grumblings; fangs showing with his lips pulled back and clenched fists, made it quite the picture for the poor hybrid’s already strung out nerves. Chris gazed at the mobian as he paced and his thoughts drifted.

‘I wonder what he looks like covered in sweat after a workout? As hot as he is now? Or even better?... WHAT! What the hell am I thinking?!” A whimper escaped his throat as he held his head in his hands; digging his claws into his skull as though to gorge out the thoughts running through his mind. Eyes clenched shut reflectively, as he shook his head, determined not to give into whatever had overtaken him and put those thoughts into his head.

A voice was heard calling to him; opening his blue eyes he was surprised to find amethyst ones right in front of his own, as Knuckles voice was heard asking what was wrong.

‘Damn, now that’s…Don’t even allow those thoughts!’ Blinking at the Echidna he scrambled away, leaving the other kneeling in the same place, a disbelieving look upon his face as purple orbs watched the other disappear behind the Master Emerald to the other side of the Alter.

Chris felt awful doing that: leaving the bewildered Echidna with thoughts of what he could have done wrong, but he had to find out why these thoughts had been circling in his mind for a few days now. Sitting down in front of the Emerald, he let his body slump in confusion and fear, not knowing who to turn too when the only one who lived on the island was the only echidna living, not to mention the origin of his confused feelings.

A sigh was heard as he looked up into the sky, glowing sapphire eyes slightly saddened as loneliness pressed down upon him. Even with Knuckles there it was turning out to not be enough, for he was far too use to more people being around so that he could talk to; this isolation was driving him insane. He huddled into a ball, another whimper escaping his throat, tears coursing down his cheeks as he held onto himself, feeling like he was fading each day that went by as questions passed in his mind.

‘Why haven’t they noticed my being gone? What about mother? Father? They should’ve noticed their son missing… Was I that unimportant? Was I unwanted? A burden upon all of them? Does anyone want me? Am I real? Do I exist? Or am I nothing more than a fabrication? Please don’t forget me! I’m still here…aren’t I? Sonic please! Someone… I need someone… anyone to know I still exist.’ Shudders ran through his body as the tears that had gathered finally fell after months of only him and Knuckles being upon the island.

Claws dug into his shoulder, piercing his flesh and letting his blood flow down the pink skin; keens tore from his throat, his depressing feelings came to the front. Gloved hands grabbed hold of him and pulled Chris to the guardian’s chest, holding him as tightly as he dared: one hand holding him around his waist, the other in his hair between his ears which were flat.

Knuckles looked down at the huddled hybrid that curled into his chest and felt slight anger and resentment towards himself for allowing the other to get into such a broken down state. Fangs were revealed as he narrowed his eyes, arms held tightly and a growl built up in his throat; he would find out what was wrong and force the other to tell him, even if he had to use drastic measures.

Chris felt the Echidna’s body tense and worried through his dying cries. Chris moved back a little, looking up at Knuckles, who was staring off into the distance, a hard look upon his features. Staring up at those intense, amethyst (feels more descriptive, but the word’s optional) eyes, he felt something inside of him shift. Startled, he lifted a hand to his chest, sapphire eyes soft as he gazed at the other, confusion and appreciation running through him.

‘Why do I feel this way? It’s like something else is guiding me while I walk along a path that was sent for me long ago… I wonder…’

“Chris?” Blinking, blue eyes met purple; ears flickered as his looked away in embarrassment for the tears that still shone on his cheeks and the intense look that was now focused upon him from the other’s eyes. Redness spread lightly across his face as Knuckles nuzzled his cheek, the guardian not knowing what else to do while the boy was being the way he was: in complacent.

Chris ducked his head away, ears limp with all the emotion going through him, and, in the end, had decided to just stay still, his tail was curled around one of his legs, the end twitching back and forth. Eyelids fell half closed as a small smile crossed his face; eyes drifted downwards and they sharpened upon the line around his abdomen. Tracing it with a finger again, he then met the Echidna’s own gaze with his serious one, startling him.

“Knuckles…” The Echidna blinked nervously at the sudden change that had overtaken the boy; swallowing nervously, he nodded, waiting to hear what the other wanted to know.

“Do you recognise this?” Chris’s voice was controlled as he directed the mobian’s gaze to his abdomen and the black line that showed clearly upon the pale flesh. Brow furrowing, Knuckles leaned closer while bringing foreword a gloved hand; tracing over the line, making the hybrid shiver at the gentle touch. A sudden blush then over took his red friend’s muzzle as his face jerked back and startled amethyst eyes met Chris’s annoyed sapphireones.

“I see you do…” He blinked as Knuckles separated from him and sat back a little, creating space between the two. The purple orbs were shut as a heavy sigh escaped their owner, before that gaze snapped open and an intense, possessive look settled upon Knuckles face. Chris was taken aback some by the change in demander and moved backa little from the suddenly intimidating mobian.

“What is it? Why are you staring at me like I’m the gift to solve all your problems?!” A smug smirk had slid onto the Echidna’s face, as his amethyst eyes seemed to glitter with a hidden emotion. Chris swallowed, his ears flickering anxiously, and he moved a slight bit further away as the guardian loomed predatorily over him, slowly backing him up. He slipped and fell onto his back with a startled squeak; a laugh overtook Knuckles as he sat back, eyes half lidded, as he watched the hybrid, who was sending him nervious looks while he sat up.

“That line upon your abdomen is a carrier pouch for female Echidna, for when they have children that’s where they’re kept.” Chris went still as he processed that bit of information, shock instantly running through him as the realization hit.

“What the hell you mean this is where?!?” Snorting, the guardian nodded as he stretched back slightly, forcing back his own embarrassment of the conversation at hand.

“Yes, that's where the egg stays for a period of three month's before the baby hatches…” Chris whimpered as he covered his head, and, systematically, his ears as well, not wanting to hear any more.

“Do I even want to know the rest…?” Chris’s voice was pleading, but Knuckles was having too much fun tormenting the other with what he knew to stop now.

“Then when the child is born they stay a further 1 month in the pouch until they are properly developed.” Lifting his head, he locked eyes with Knuckles, horrified thoughts running through his mind before he settled upon one thing. ‘NO WAY!’

“Knuckles...?” A growl was heard in his throat, as angry blue eyes seemed to flash in the midday sun. Knuckles pushed himself away, a little startled by the change in demeanour in the usually shy hybrid.

“Yes Chris?” His voice was hesitant as Chris began checking his claws in a slow telling move.

“If you ever come near me, I'llcastrate you!!” Knuckles went still, eyes wide as he stared at his self-satisfied friend, who gave a particularly vicious grin, showing his fangs in their full glory, all the while telling that he meant what he said. Knuckles looked away, another blush overtaking him as he rubbed the back of his head under his quills, one eyes still focused on Chris.

“That’ll be, as you can say…” He stopped as Chris narrowed his eyes at the faltering Wchidna, who looked like he wanted to run. “Say…?” Knuckles cleared his throat, glancing away with a small grin upon his features.

“Difficult.” Sapphire-blue eyes widened in surprise and he seemed speechless for a second; his eyelid twitched with the irritation and disbelief overtaking him.

“Why the hell will it be difficult?!?” His face was bewildered as a he stared at Knuckles with even wider eyes; the mobian turned his head to look at the boy.

“After all…” Knuckles coughed self-consciously, “to most mobians you do have…” Chris’s eyelid was twitching even more as his irritation grew.

“Have…?” Knuckles looked away, keeping Chris in the corner of his eye as he tried to determine, how the halfling would take this bit of news.

“Your body’s shaped in a female’s perspective; to most mobians you have a very attractive physique.” Chris had gone still, a horrified look upon his face, then with an enraged yell that said all and nothing, got up, and tore after the heartedly laughing Echidna who was running full tilt around the Master Emerald.

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Chaos Metamorphism