Kaito Mimic Novels & Stories

“Melissa… she should not be alive. But she is standing right in front of me.” My chest tightened painfully. “Who is it?” Before Jamal could answer, a faint female voice echoed through the link with a quiet laugh. Soft. Familiar. Wrong. “Do you miss me, Jamal?” The chamber went still. Zara whispered, “That is not human.” Kael clenched his jaw. “That is a soul mimic. A form built from memory. It is trying to unsettle him. Do not engage it.” But Jamal spoke again, ignoring the warning. “Melissa, do not listen to anything she says. Do not trust anything you hear. Her face is—”

The original soul focused more on building her knowledge aspect since she fully trusted Aimi to fulfill the physical half, which was something Naoko did not have. After one grueling hour, she used the mecha simulation application to practice her piloting skills. She sat down with her back against the wall, then activated her communicative device. A pale blue translucent screen appeared in front of her eyes. The light was gentle to the eyes. Although its colour could be personalised, the original soul had not bothered with it, like Naoko now. She navigated straight towards the simulator application and opened it. As soon as she did, a blue light that only she could see expanded across her ent

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

After all I did not finish what I started. “My name is Emma Well,” he introduced himself across the room. I laughed in my mind. He looks so much like Kevin. “You look so much like Kevin,” I complimented. My words had the desired effects. His face darkened with anger. I laughed at him. “He looked exactly the same way, when I was choking the life out of him. Just that he was a little bit scared,” I mocked. “I… mean…he was pleading for his life; real…cute.” I stuttered intentionally while reminiscing that moment.

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.

“One per model… for now. But the scientist guaranteed he can duplicate any of them in weeks. This isn’t a laboratory, it’s a time bomb.” Sasha ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat that ran down his temple despite the freezing air in the car. “And there’s the worst part. The Seraphim model.” “Seraphim?” “A mimetic. It’s not male, not female. It’s whatever you want it to be. It molds shape, empathy, language. It’s bait… perfect bait. You look at it and forget it isn’t real. It understands you before you understand yourself. It enchants. It hypnotizes. And it connects. For real.”

THE WORLD THROUGH AITO’S EYES… Miyamura claims not to enjoy male omegas— Aito hooks his pet on a drug that lowers its testosterone levels, so he’s unable to sense its femininity. There’s already a plan in place for when Miyamura eventually figures it out. All Aito has to do is pretend to be sorry about being forced to lie about its gender. All he has to do is play the doting, shameful brother. “I-I’m sorry, it just didn’t w-work…”. But life is not that easy, and humans are not that simple.

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.