**Toyama, Japan**
--Osamu's Home--
**Santiago**
With his back pressed against the wall, blood seeped down the side of his face like fresh paint sliding down a wall. Santiago's expression was blank and empty. There was a bullet hole next to his head on the wall behind him. Smoke wisped up as it rose, vanishing in thin air like a bad dream. In Santiago's eyes, but more specifically, his irises shimmered with all the radiance and magnificence of all planet Earth's precious jewels. Something else manifested alongside his shimmering eyes, the sound of the humming of the flapping of several hummingbirds surrounded him whilst he was in this state of mind.
Osamu was on his knees, trembling and struggling to break free from the control Santiago had him under.
"I don't believe this, the power of his Futa gene is advanced enough to be called true telekinesis. It feels like hands, no, like tentacles of octopi restraining not only my limbs and torso and nand neck even my damn muscles and skeleton beneath my skin!"
As Osamu marveled in terror at his stepbrother's awakened Futa gene ability, he felt those invisible tentacles squeezing, painfully tighter. The pressure became unbearable as he felt those tentacles pulling and wringing his limbs slowly.
"Santiago!" Osamu shouted through painful desperate groaning. "I wasn't going to kill you, I never was. I wanted to awaken your Futa gene ability. AAUGHH!! The only way to do that is the imminent fear or threat of certain death. That's what breaks our mental locks on our abilities! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME"
Through involuntary eye movements, Santiago blinked several times before going limp and releasing Osamu from his telekinetic grip. Osamu grabbed at his throat, coughing and dry heaving. With oxygen back in his lungs, Osamu rushed over to help Santiago.
Hours went by and the sound of typing on the keyboard woke Santiago. The cushion underneath him was far better than the hard surface of the floor. He was on a bed, a large bed. He rubbed his eyes open, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. When his vision cleared he saw not one or two but several boys in their mid-teens even late teens staring at him. Santiago turned when he heard Osamu speak in his direction.
"You up, you finally healed? Alright, let's go."
"Go where?" Santiago asked softly.
"To get a display of your powers, and I believe introductions are in order."
**Abandoned Red Path Park**
Red Path Park was Toyama's primary park during its heyday when it was its only park. It got its name from the unusual red soil that left red-colored dirt paths after thousands of years of people walking on it. A newer more modern-looking park was built not far from it, leaving Red Path Park to be used for mostly cycling and park benches. The park was normally very busy during these times, but the entrances and exits were sealed off with police tape that Osamu and his brothers put up to have the most amount of privacy.
In a section where only trees and bushes reigned, Osamu and the boys picked a good spot to introduce themselves. Santiago took a seat on a log that had been chopped down long ago and set upon some rocks to act as a makeshift bench. He brushed his hair back and sighed, watching Osamu take the floor.
"What we all have inside of us is a very special gene, call it a divine chromosome or gift because it doesn't matter what we call it. What matters is how we utilize it. Our mothers, our sisters' ants, and, female relatives belong to a sub-species of Homosapien that evolved at a rapid pace to have both fully functioning male and female genitalia while still retaining a fully feminine physiology to save the human species. The Futa Gene evolved under intense pressure and biological necessity and each female child born to Futa parents will be born as Futanari. But, when the genes of a Man combine with those of a Futanari, the daughters of said union are born as Futanari but the sons, that's us, well we're born as fully fledged men."
"We know this part, just get to the good part." One of the boys said, interrupting Osamu.
Santiago looked over at him and saw that he was as old as him. The young chap turned his gaze at him and shot him a wink and pistol gesture.
"Im getting to it Damn it! Santiago is new and needs to hear all of this. Damn, where was I? Oh right. When boys are born, we inherit everything a normal boy would inherit from our parents, our mother, and father. But, a boy born to a Futanari mother inherits the Futanari Gene. If the Futanari Gene is responsible for creating futanaris if the child is a girl, then a boy inherits mental powers."
Santiago raised his hand and Osamu let him speak. "Are you talking about superpowers or some form of ESP?"
"I don't care what you think they are, what matters is that these mental powers that we have unlocked either by ourselves or through assistance, are our key to storming Nigen-Sei and making some changes. Asa, please show Santiago what your Futa power is."
Asa, a young boy of fifteen approached Santiago and asked him to present his arm. Santiago was unsure at first, but Asa's reassuring smile calmed his suspicions so he stretched his arm out and before he could react, Asa cut him with a small blade hidden in his hand.
"YOU JUST FUCKING CUT ME, WHAT THE FUCK!?" Santiago hollered, clenching his forearm to keep blood that had squirted out from further seeping.
"It's alright brother. Hold out your arm again so I can show you what I can do."
"Why, so you can fucking cut me again asshole!" Santiago angrily barked.
"Santiago please, I know this seems crude but everything will make more sense," Osamu promised him.
"None of this makes sense, not my life, my pleasures, my whole fucking weird family none of this. Marlon Brando is the only normal thing in my life. Fine, but make it quick." Santiago reluctantly held his arm out again and everyone watched his blood run down from the cut under his arm, dripping onto the grass beneath.
Asa stepped closer and focused his gaze on the cut he made. Santiago watched Asa's eye color change from dark brown to a shimmering blue. He felt a warm and cool sensation around his cut. The wound closed inch by inch until it was fully closed and healed. Santiago stared wide-eyed at his healed wound and back at Osamu and Asa who took a few steps back to rejoin his other brothers.
"Asa has the power to heal injuries. We don't know how strong his power to heal is, we don't know if he can regrow missing limbs, heal damaged organs, or even snatch someone from the jaws of death. But this is why we exercise our minds and train our powers to evolve them. The next person up is Yasu."
Yasu was a man well over twenty years old and by the choice of clothes, he was either goth or goth punk or just a lazy punk who couldn't care less for today's modern fashion trends. "A nineties grunge band called, bro, they want their band member back"
