Keep me in distant sight

Chapter 10 : In the new day you make

"He's in the shack!"

"Get him!"

"Get the traitor!"

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"What's all this? Stolen goods from the EASA?"

"What-"

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"You're under arrest for treachery, theft and blatant hit-and-run against a higher authority. Madga, turn off his computer."

"There's something going on-"

"We don't have time for this, Madga. We have a fugitive to bring back to the Central."

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"What's going to happen to him?"

"Detention and trial, Lucien. And hopefully, justice."

Two months. Two months and it's still as clear as yesterday.

Konoha opens his eyes. He doesn't dream much, but this time it wasn't a dream as much as it was a memory. East Section Security Group's voices still echoe in his head. He had cut off the part where the group's chef had struck him across the face before dragging him through the dusty ground surrounding his hidden laboratory - the bastard had been glowing when he handed him to the Central Prison, his pearly white smile sharp, deadly and quite frankly creepy. A bully who managed to snag a title, it seems. Oh well, Konoha couldn't really fault him (well kinda because he didn't like to be hit but you get the drift.): he had made them run for nearly two weeks after fleeing the Sendai's base. He had gone to his laboratory in the Sendai's mountains, greeting the polluted place like an old friend. They had lost precious time trying to find him. He had all the time in the world to recalibrate his transmitter, until he didn't and had to flee.

And now, here he is, trapped in a minuscule cell, unable to tinker as he pleases, unable to check if his little gift has reached its receiver. However, he has all the time in the world to think and remember. It's been two months since its capture. It's been a long time since he had that much time to himself. It's not an activity he's fond of, to be honest. Especially today.

For a few, blissful seconds, he forgets.

Then everything slams down on him and he chokes.

The sentence fell this morning. At 7.30AM sharp, when he was rudely awakened by an unknown man with features so basic he might as well be a sentient android from the 22nd century. His uniform had been unknown as well, but to be fair, Konoha didn't care about who he was, not at the time and not right now. He knew as soon as he saw him that he was the Bad News' herald and that was the most important thing to remember about him. He had been nervous and he had every reason to be.

"Ex-volunteer 478-15 of the Eurasian Space Agency, Konoha Akinori?" He had asked.

"Who else?" He had mocked, rolling his eyes for good measure.

"I am here to inform you of several things-" He had pursued on, uncaring of the prisoner in front of him.

"Which are?"

"The Konoha family had issued a disinheritance demand for their youngest son on March 14th. Their demand was accepted by the High Council of Eurasia on March 21st. You are no longer a part of this family therefore, you have been renamed Prisoner 478-15 Akinori. Any complaints?"

He had not given an answer. It wasn't as if he'd considered himself a part of that family anyway- blood of brotherhood is thicker than water of the womb, he had always believed. Still... It had stung a bit, at first. His chosen family had been cast away, far from him; and now he no longer had his family on Earth. He no longer had his partner at his side.