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The Moon	By : theProphet Category: Dir en grey > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Dir en grey and make no money from this.

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Author comment: I tried to give as much information as I could, but it just doesn’t fit in the context. As I give information from Kyo’s perspective, I can’t say anything that Kyo doesn’t know, even if I know everything >_< So I hope so far all of it makes sense…
I reread this chapter many times, but it still doesn’t feel right to me… But I don’t think I can keep rereading it forever, so I guess it was time to leave it as it is... :)

CHAPTER 3

I watch the last of the crew members that flew me here disappear behind the elevator door and hear a loud click as the door closes. I just stand there, not even knowing what I was waiting for. I stood there for a long time, but no sound reached me through the walls.
Still, I knew they left.
I slowly turn around and face the wide white room – the main hall that has a connection to every corridor in this Facility. That’s what they call it – the Facility. I had to study its plan, so even if I have just arrived, I know that if I’ll go right, I’ll reach the entrance to the pipes. If I go straight ahead, I’ll reach the control room, the technical services room and the gym. And if I go left, I’ll reach my room, the bathroom and the kitchen.
I grip the little bag I have and slowly force myself walking.
It still feels as if I was in a surreal dream. I can’t be on the Moon, far away from Earth, alone. It just can’t be real.
All I hear are the sound of my footsteps and the silently working mechanisms as if the Facility was calmly breathing, living a life of its own. Slowly fear creeps into me and the further I go, the more scared I feel. The grip on my bag almost feels painful, but I just can’t relax. Panic starts to take over and as soon as I see the threshold of the room that was supposed to be my bedroom, I suddenly start running and burst inside.
My bag drops on the floor from my suddenly lose grip and I lean on the wall right next to me.
It’s just a plain white little room with a simple bed and one cupboard for the few underwear items I have. Just a bed and a cupboard. I turn around and start running back to the bathroom – it’s as tiny as my bedroom, just a shower stall, washing machine, one sink and a toilet with a little chair beside the sink. The last hope was the kitchen. I turn back and almost trip on my way there, breathing heavily, feeling as if even the air in this place was not enough.
“No!”
I can only shout in anger and disappointment. The kitchen is small, too small. Just a table and a stove with one kettle for water. There should be a storage room as well, but I just don’t want to see it. All it’s going to have will be shelves upon shelves of canned tuna, corn, beans, meat, potatoes and bread. Everything’s canned. All the food.
Seeing the last space that was supposed to be mine so small and so miserable, I can’t help but finally let my feelings out. I was keeping myself detached from what was happening as I had no choice whatsoever. I kept fooling myself that it’s all a bad dream. But finally facing the reality, I have to admit to myself I can’t bare it. I can’t imagine myself living in this jail for four years.
Four fucking years.
“NO!” I scream and my legs give in, I slump on the floor and just stare at some spot in front of my eyes.
This is not real.
This is not real.
Oh God, no, please… Kaoru… I won’t be able to bare it, I won’t be able to keep my promise to you and come back… I can’t…
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I jump from unexpectedness and for a moment just listen at the sudden all-consuming loud noise of an alarm. It’s deafening.

And slowly it sinks in.
I know what it is.
I stand up and stagger back to the hall and then go straight ahead, to the direction of the pipes. I reach a room from what I know must be a changing room. I see the disgustingly white uniforms hanging on the walls all around it. I manage to grab one with my shaky hand and take it off the handle.
Theoretically I know what I have to do.
Get undressed naked, get into the overall, zip it up all the way, put on a breathing mask and then on top of it put on a Protector (it keeps the breathing mask in place whatever happens and shields the rest of my face), put on the gloves and the shoes. Not even a smidge of my body must be left uncovered. Then take the equipment bag and go to the Connecting chamber, let the air out and then step in the corridor that connects to the entire pipe system in my area – Zone 2.
Then I have to look which pipe system is requiring attention. There are little numbers with lights underneath and whichever light is red, that pipe system is clogged. There I have to go and fix it. Or, to be more exact, crawl there looking for whatever is on my way inside the pipe.
It all sounds so clear in theory. But when I have to take off my clothes and get into that suit, my hands are trembling so bad I can barely zip it. I almost forget the equipment bag. I don’t find the right buttons in the Connecting Chamber. And when the air is sucked out and the doors open, I just stare with my eyes wide and my stiff body doesn’t make a move, even if I know I have to get out of there.
Slowly, with shaking legs I leave the Connecting Chamber and the doors behind me close. The noise of the alarm immediately is sucked in and it becomes very silent - thick and eerie silence, deafening me with heavy nothingness.
All I can see is one little light flashing red on one of the walls. I step closer and look at the number. It says 164, Pipe System 5 underneath it. I take a deep breath and head for the right entrance.
When I reach the entrance to the pipe system and kneel down, I feel panic coming back to me. The pipe is so narrow that for a moment I even think I won’t fit in there. But I have to. If not because I care about their fucking business on the Moon, but for my own miserable life.
If one pipe gets clogged for too long, some other ones near it will get clogged as well and then the whole thing will be under so much pressure that it will simply blow up.
And for the love of God I can’t remember how long can these pipes be clogged. Ten minutes? Half an hour? An hour?
Whichever case it is, I have to hurry. Even if I don’t feel ready. Even if my whole body trembles with denial and fear, refusing to accept the reality.
It’s too soon.
I’m not ready.
I take a deep, shuddering breath and get in.
I can barely fit in. It feels like I’m crawling too slowly, the bag in front of my face keeps getting in my way, it is hard to breathe and hard to see anything through the Protector. I know there’s enough air in my mask, but I can’t shake off the feeling that it will abruptly end and I will suffocate in this constricted tunnel, so far away from home. The air coming through the pipes keeps forcing me back or forth as if it was a particularly heavy wind or even storm outside. But it wasn’t wind, it’s something that was built in the pipes due to some shit they didn’t care to explain. Or simply I wasn’t allowed to know.
I didn’t even know what exactly these pipes were for. It wasn’t my job to know. My job was to clean them.
So I grit my teeth and keep crawling forward, changing the directions as the pipes branch. Finally I reach a dead end or at least it looks like one. In reality, it’s a mixture of little stones, so tightly stacked one on the other that they completely clog the pipe, not letting anything in or out of it.
I open the bag and take out the little drilling device. It comes to life as soon as I touch the button and I start randomly sticking it in the smallest of holes between the stones, trying to remember how this thing works.
Shreds of little stones, separated from the piled up bigger ones, keep shooting in every direction and I keep closing my eyes, afraid they might hurt them, even though I know that I’m safe in my suit.
When finally a little hole appears in the wall of stones, a gush of air hits me. The ventilation in pipes is very effective, so even a little hole like this one will reassume the flow of air in the pipes.
I keep drilling and the little stones keep flying away, swept by the strong gust of air. Somehow slowly the whole thing gets free from the stones and I put the little drill inside the bag again.
Now all I want is to be out of here.
I try to move and for one terrible moment I think I got stuck. But somehow I manage to force myself move backwards, even if so very slowly. I keep looking at the directions on the walls and after what seems like forever I feel my legs dangling freely in the open space. I hurriedly wriggle out of the pipe and sit on the ground.
I keep breathing so deep I can hardly stop. My eyes are wide and scared.
I stand up and almost run for the exit. And I only feel easier when I get out of the damn suit, get into my own clothing and leave the fucking changing room.
I run to my bedroom and slump on the bed, breathing heavily. Only now, when it’s all over, I feel like I can breathe.
I could have died there, I got stuck for a moment, rocks could have damaged the Protector, anything could have happened!
“Oh God…” I put my head in my hands and feel my whole body trembling all over.
All is lost.
My life, my whole life. How am I supposed to survive here alone, for four years? How?
If only I could, there would be Kaoru waiting for me. We didn’t have anything. Nothing. Just that one little kiss.
And I loved him so much for so long.
Unrequited love is terrible. It’s torturing you and there’s no salvation. Loving Kaoru made me miserable most of the time. And now…
“Kaoru… Kaoru…” I chant to myself, the sound of his name easing off the weight on my chest just a little.
I grip the sheets in my hands and keep breathing heavily, as if still afraid that I might suffocate.
I can’t believe this.
I can’t be alone on the planet that’s not our Earth. I can’t be forced to slave here for four years and pretend to be honored to do so. I can’t be blackmailed to submission fearing they will come after my family and friends if I refused to do as they wanted.
I just can’t be here all alone.
Completely alone.
For four fucking years.

TBC

I’d like to know what the mood of the chapter for you felt like? :) I can’t help but find this chapter somewhat boring and flat, and terribly written (I really am unhappy with this chapter for some reason). But I hope it’s not that bad… I hope it’s just me being me…

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