Kageyama's Monologue

Kageyama watched through blurred vision as a pair of gloved hands picked him up. He could barely register what was happening, but he could hear himself wailing loudly and other voices speaking in a language he had yet to understand. The gloved hands cradled him, and suddenly he was swaddled within a warm cloth. His eyes closed, finding the blaring white lights to be too much for his pupils. Kageyama could feel himself being moved. He could feel apprehension in the air as lights flashed over him. He could hear a woman screaming, but suddenly all went quiet. The next time Kageyama fully became conscious, he was within a glass case. The floor was covered in soft, warm bedding, and pillows surrounded him. For all he could tell, he was alone in …show more content…
He also had pointed, furry ears. Through his many lessons, Kageyama came to learn to write his full name, “Kageyama Tobio.” His caretakers labeled him as a “human hybrid.” In his case, he was merged with what was called a “cat.” Sometimes, when the caretakers left and entered the room he resided in, he could hear mewls coming from outside the room. Amazingly, even though the mewls were obviously not the language of the people, he could understand them. Sometimes they were about food. Sometimes they were complaints about it being cold. Most of the time, they were cries of pain. Kageyama stood naked in front of one of his caretakers. The man ran gloved hands over the boy’s body, checking to make sure that there were no deformities. Kageyama stood still, having learned the hard way that these “check up” times were not appropriate times for play. He shivered as the hands ghosted over his abdomen, and then lower to what he learned was his “private parts.” The man stood up after his …show more content…
Kageyama crept over to his bed and picked up his clothing. He slipped on his shirt, his ears twitching as he did so. Next came his underwear and pants, both customized with a little hole perfect for his tail to slip through. Much like his caretakers, his entire outfit was white. Kageyama twisted around and sat on his bed. His legs swung back and forth, and he aimlessly thought about how much time he had spent here in the “Lab.” One of his caretakers had tried to teach him about “time,” and Kageyama was enraptured by the idea of seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into hours, hours turning into days, and so forth. He counted in his head. It has been eight years since he was