Keep me in distant sight

Chapitre 1 : Earthboy

Hey, hey, hey everyone ! Just in case, I've cross-posted this fic on AO3. This fic is my baby, ngl - I love space, I love soulmate au, I love space travel and I love BokuAka - so yeah, this is everything I love packed into a single thing. I hope you will like this work as much as I loved writing it. 

It's ansgt for a big part, but there will be a happy ending. Just be aware that the Earth situation, in this work, is dire - it's soft apocalypse setting, meaning Humanity is slowly withering away. Soulmates are hunted and executed for reasons that will be explained in later chapters. 

I want to thank Momo for betaing this chapter <3 <3

Enjoy !

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Never, never speak about it, to anyone. Never show them. You have to promise, ok? If you do, bad things will happen to you. To us. Keep it a secret and never tell a soul.

He is five. It's dawn and he wakes up in his tiny bed, in his bedroom. He wants to sleep more but he can't - Mother wants him awake to go to school. He doesn't like school. He wants to stay home and read the old books in the cellar, the ones with the pretty pictures. Father always looks at them with weird eyes but he likes them.
He had a funny dream, he thinks, as he balances his feet on the lukewarm floor. He blinks. He doesn't remember. But it was scary then it wasn't. He will tell Mother, even if she rolls her eyes and tells him to eat. He was in his dream, he's sure and maybe someone else - there's something that stayed with him when he woke up, he feels. His tiny hand rests over his heart, where a gentle warmth is spreading. He doesn't forget his dreams, like that time he dreamed of having an english setter dog, the same he saw in the books but Father said they went extinct long before he was born. If he doesn't remember it means it's not important.

He yawns and slowly makes his way to his chair where his clothes are waiting for him. Mother had let him choose! But it's hard to put them on...

The five year old is in the middle of struggling into his dark gray tunic, huffing, when the doors open to reveal a stern-looking 30's-something woman, already dressed professionally, if her knee-length skirt and ocher blouse are anything to go by. Smiling slightly at the sight of her only son all wrapped up in his clothes, she crosses the room to grab the tunic and helps him don it. He thanks her with a big smile, his blue-green eyes crinkling at the edges and not for the first time, she thinks he will grow into a beautiful man. However, for now, her little boy needs to hurry if he wants to make it in time to school.

"Did you sleep well, dear?"

"I had a strange dream!" says the kid, sitting on his chair to put on his socks.

"About what?" she hums as she flattens his hair on his head.

"I don't remember... At first it was scary, then it was nice."

"It's no use to dwell on it then. You better remember your lessons for today's tests, ok? They're important to your future, don't forget about it."

"Yes, mother." he politely replies, his bright eyes dulling back to their usual passive stare.

Mother was always talking about school. He doesn't understand. He has the best grades. He is always doing his homework on time. Lost in thought, he inclines his head when his mother pushes his hair away, to examine the injury he had gotten at school a few days ago. He had had a nasty fall and opened the skin on the small of his nape, just below his hair. It had bled everywhere. His teacher was quick to sew everything together and to tell his parents to keep an eye on it, just in case. So, for the past four days, his mother had been doing routine check ups.