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Manjiro Sano x Fem.Reader. Jan, 02. 22.

“Earth sure is pretty.” “You think so?” “Yeah…it’s beautiful.” Neither you nor Manjiro said a thing, instead opting for a comfortable silence for a few moments. He held your hands, tracing his fingertips across your knuckles, eyebrows scrunched as if to examine them. He was beautiful, the soft glow from his skin making the dull gray sky a little more bearable.

And then, “I can take you there- to Earth, I mean.”

CHAPTER I: VOID CHAPTER II: SPACE CHAPTER III: CREATION CHAPTER IV: UNIVERSE CHAPTER V: GALAXY CHAPTRE VI: SOLAR SYTEM CHAPTER VII: LUNA CHAPTER VIII: METEOR SHOWER CHAPTER IX: ASTEROID BELT CHAPTER X: EARTH CHAPTER XI: SOL CHAPTER XII: SOUL

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The absent are always in the wrong. That is just a principle of justice, one could suppose. After the gas attack and the arresting of Naoto Tachibana, the first division of Luna- sectors A-1 through A-5, were put on lockdown, and all of the staff members had a new assignment, the people they used to work with now no longer under their care. After some were found guilty; if one were suspicious, a rumor would start. And from that rumor was an unintentional opening of weakness that any criminal within those sectors could use. 

Manjiro was, however, a different case. After that woman's announcement of the trial date, he had been locked in confinement, only having the occasional meal dropped down to him through the small square opening in the ceiling. 

Of course, there were bathroom breaks, but even then he was watched. And all supposedly for the sake of "The public's ever-lasting good and safety." As if that had meant anything at all to him. 

Laying down on the spongy floors, he ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at how tender his scalp had become, at how greasy his hair was. He went over the past couple of days in his mind, recalling all that had happened. Not one of his questions had been answered, except for how he got here.  

A crash from the ceiling interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see a woman peeking her head through- a wary smile on her face. She looked vaguely familiar, and upon looking her in the eyes,  Manjiro felt a tingle in his skin- almost like an itch, like a bug was crawling up his skin.  

"Sorry- I'm kinda new here. You're number 070417, right ?"

He nodded, watching the woman as she stuck her hand into the room and fumble with the ceiling, just as Naoto had done when he came to get Manjiro. 

It was quiet for a moment, and then,

"You know, I'm not supposed to be talking with you, but you look a lot like someone I knew back on Earth."

"Hm?"

"Yeah- he went by Mikey- you guys have the same face, but he was a blonde with longer hair. It's freaky."

She went back to messing with the ceiling before shouting in excitement. The ladder fell, and once again, rusted chips fell off from it. 

"Okay, you go ahead and get up the ladder sir. I'm just getting some files ready- you know that your trial date is soon?"

"Mhm."

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but I feel like I should-" She pulled Manjiro up, unfastening his jacket- "But, you don't look like a bad person, y'know? I'm not saying that I don't know what you did cause I do. I mean, I looked at your file and all...it's just that, well..."

"Well what?"

The two looked at each other for a moment before the woman looked away. 

"You have a gentle heart."

Nothing else was said as she escorted Manjiro to the canteen, leading him through, the rope attached to his wrist getting tighter with every tug as he got distracted.

As they got closer, the sounds of metal clinking and people arguing got closer. The staff member glanced at Manjiro then back at the door, a look of confusion on her face as they finally got there that turned to shock and anger. Quickly, she disregarded her position, storming through the doors, I.D. badge out and ready in case of a question for authority (not that a level 1-E would have much clearance). Manjiro followed quickly, his knees almost buckling. Inside, an apparent food fight had started. 

Along the grayscale walls, ribbons on different foods in all states of matter were sliding down the walls and onto the floor. One item, purple and not possibly edible without some built-up resistance, had begun to evaporate, an even darker purple vapor coming from it. 

The people behind the counters who had been on serving duty donned on coveralls of clear plastic, holding metal trays above their face as they laughed wickedly.

In the middle of the hall, two men were throwing punches fast, faces bruised and bloody. On the left, the shorter of the two pulled the other's braids down, kneeing him in the face. In return, the braided man grabbed a nearby chair, crashing it into the other's shins.

"The hell are they doing?"

"I don't know, but my money's on Ran!"

"No, you idiot- Sanzu's knocking the shit out of him!"

"$50 BUCKS ON HAITANI!"

"SHUT UP- THAT CURRENCY ISN'T EVEN USED ON EARTH ANYMORE."

Onlookers that had been eating peacefully rose, circling them, not paying any mind to the staff member's and Manjiro's arrival.

"What's going on?" 

Another staff member, who had just entered, turned to her, 

"We're not sure how this happened, "Miss Akaashi, but we'll get this under control as fast as possible."

Just how did the power system work here?

Regardless, Manjiro looked around the room, walking away from 'Miss Akaashi', wincing at the rope digging into his wrist before grabbing a plastic knife off the floor. 

It was too dull to hurt someone, but maybe...

He pocketed it fast, then came back while more people rushed in. 

A loud crack sounded, almost mimicking the sound of a bone popping- but not quite. 

And then a scream. 

The people that had gathered quickly dispersed, even the two who had been throwing punches had stopped.

The cantine went deadly quiet, and, stepping on his tiptoes, Manjiro looked over, sucking in his breath.

Naoto Tachibana was on the floor, a bloody hole through his mouth, and past his eyes. 

Dead.

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Cold, empty, and incredibly bright. 

The first thing Manjiro noticed was white- white walls, white doors, and white clothes on his body.

The second thing he noticed was the restraints- hands and arms bound together in a straight jacket, the straps so tight he could feel his pulse.

Knees shaky as he got up, he pushed himself up. 

Where was he? How long had he been asleep? The floors were squishy, almost like a sponge as Manjiro walked around, and the faint smell of cheap bleach lingered. 

There was no door, but a small, square opening in the ceiling- whatever wanted to come in could come whenever, so long as they had a way out, and Manjiro had no such way. 

Smacking his lips, he heaved a sigh, wincing slightly at how raw his throat was. Had he been screaming?

Somewhere, an intercom buzzed. 

“Good Morning, Inmates!” The voice was chipper, “Today marks the 700th anniversary of The Republic of Luna’s independence from Earth- there will be pudding in the cantine today! As usual, we expect only the best from you all, and to welcome any and all new companions! Hall B-5 is closed for reconstruction and stabilization, and we’ll be getting a couple new environment domes! Please wait for a staff member to come and release you from your jackets, and then we can begin the day!”

The intercom whined a high pitched tune when the announcer finished speaking, and then a click; the call was finished- but then, an alarm rang. Manjiro looked up, seeing a hand peep through the square in the ceiling. Watching the hand feel around, his brow quirked as it pressed the ceiling before snapping twice. A shift and a couple of creaks, then a ladder came down. It was thoroughly rusted, so much so that a piece fell off when it made contact with the soft floor.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the ladder.”

Manjiro didn’t move. 

The person repeated.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the lad-”

Manjiro interrupted fast, shaking his head,

“Where am I?”

They did not answer, just repeated the command.

Looking at his feet, he dug his heels into the spongy floor one more time before walking to the ladder. 

“Inmate number 070417, we are ready for you. A rope will attach via the magnetic harness in your jacket. Once pulled up, walk up the ladder. A staff member will escort you to the cleaning stations.”

He did as he was told, toes gripping the edge of the weak-looking steps, scared it would not carry his weight. The rust was scratchy under his bare feet, surely cutting into his skin, but Manjiro didn’t pay it any mind. He made his way up the ladder slowly.

Two arms reached out, hooking under his arms and pulling him up fast- the staff member.

“Thank you for cooperating.”

Manjiro nodded slowly, then peered at the staff member- heavy black material covered their figure in a jumpsuit, small, silver buttons closing the front, legs, and arms of the article up. A belt was wrapped around their waist tightly, almost giving a false hourglass had the jumpsuit not been so airy and baggy. They wore a mask, but from their voice alone you could tell it was a man. 

And then he saw a nametag. Right above the staff member’s heart, a rectangular, battered tag was a safety pin pinned to him.

Manjiro peered closer, then opened his mouth.

“Na..nao? Naoto? You look more like a Kim.”

“Number 070417, please do not address me. I am only here to get you out of your jacket and escort you to the main dome.”

Naoto’s hands made quick work of the buckles that restrained Manjiro’s arms, but took them in his hold quickly, pushing him along in the hallways. 

Looking around, Manjiro made note of the halls, and let out a chuckle. 

“Number 07-”

“Yes, I know. Just thought it was funny all this is cement, you know, considering it should be dust since there’s no oxygen and whatnot.”

“Refrain from smalltalk and keep walking.”

What a stick-in-the-mud Manjiro thought. Begrudgingly  moving his feet, he kept his head low as others gawked at him; unaware of his appearance until a little girl being escorted by another staff member pointed at him.

“Mister, why do you look like that? You’re all moody, and your hair is so stringy!"

The staff member pushing her along smacked her arm and hushed her, pressing a finger to the little girl's lips before nodding at Naoto.

 Soon enough, they came upon a door of steel, engravings of a language long forgotten inscribed in the little notches, and Naoto pushed Manjiro to the side, opening a pocket from the inside and taking out a key. Running his thumb across the engravings, he glanced at Manjiro, taking note of his less-than-perfect state and attire. Heaving a sigh, he started,

“We are about to enter level B-5. There are civilians here, so keep your head down.”

Manjiro raised his hand. “Where are we even going?” 

Seeing Manjiro’s brows furrowed in questioning, Naoto looked anywhere but in his eyes, thinking carefully about his next words. How would you treat someone who was unaware of their own crimes? Going to that dome was standard practice, but they’ve never had a convict who just wasn’t aware. Sure, there were some with amnesia, but they were always told why they were there before they came. Did Earth miss protocol?

Again he looked at Manjiro, whose eyes were wide and exhausted- he hadn’t even questioned a thing except for where he was and Naoto’s name. Something must’ve been wrong, but then the report stated otherwise. He closed his eyes, remembering Manjiro’s file.

Manjiro tapped Naoto, snapping him out of his thoughts. Naoto felt queasy, unsure about it all. Maybe this wasn’t right, but it was standard, so nothing could be done. 

With one last sigh, he patted Manjiro’s shoulder, opening the door.

“Inmate number 070417, to begin the habilitation process, we are heading to A-9, the crater biodome, to the cemetery. “

And with that, Naoto grabbed Manjiro’s arm, pulling him past the cold walls of the jail zone to the dry, overly crowded cemetery. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

Luna didn’t have tombstones. What they did have, however, were cards printed in stationery that were laminated. With no harsh weather, the government of Luna went the cheaper route, and with Earth’s help, decided consecutively that criminals didn’t deserve even the simple slabs of cement with the engravings. Besides, it’s not like most of them could pay for it- their families had either deserted them, came to Luna with them, or were dead. 

Nevertheless, the cemetery was dry, little specks of dust floating in the artificial air that circulated the biodome, coating the both of them. 

Manjiro blinked wearily; some had gotten into his eye.

“Hey, Naoto? How come no one’s here?”

Naoto gripped his arm tighter, shuffling forward in the dirt.

“Most people don’t enjoy cemeteries, so really only the new people come to start their healing process.”

“So…why am I here then?”

“To start your healing process- do you not pay attention?”

“No, wait. Yes, I was paying attention, but I really have no idea of what’s going on. Can we just stop for a moment?”

Manjiro pulled his arm from Naoto, crossing his arms. He was getting a really bad feeling about all of this. Looking around, he frowned at all the laminated name cards where people had been buried- it wasn’t even organized, just put wherever they could, the cards pinned into the ground, some loose and bent out of shape.

“Inmate number 0704-”

“I have a name, Naoto. Use it or I’m not listening.”

“Your name is irrelevant as of now until your trial.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Again, Naoto grabbed Manjiro’s arm, pulling him all the way through the cemetery until they got to one card. It was pink, with small flowers decorating the corners, and a picture of a pink stuffed bear. In a gold, delicately printed name, the card read “Emma Sano. Forever missed.”

Manjiro read the name out loud, confused. The name was familiar, but Sano wasn’t a strange last name.

Naoto watched Manjiro’s expression shift from sadness to confusion, and back to sadness again.

“They don’t put the period of their lives here?”

“Too much work and ink. You don’t know this person?”

“I don’t think so- you know her?”

Naoto didn’t answer, just took Manjiro’s arm again; they were heading back.

He doesn’t even remember his sister…this visit was useless...

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Cold, empty, and incredibly bright. 

The first thing Manjiro noticed was white- white walls, white doors, and white clothes on his body.

The second thing he noticed was the restraints- hands and arms bound together in a straight jacket, the straps so tight he could feel his pulse.

Knees shaky as he got up, he took a deep breath.

Where was he? How long had he been asleep? How did he get here?

The floors were squishy, almost like a sponge as Manjiro walked around, and the faint smell of cheap bleach lingered. 

There was no door, but a small, square opening in the ceiling- whatever wanted to come in could come whenever, so long as they had a way out, and Manjiro had no such way. 

Smacking his lips, he heaved a sigh, wincing slightly at how raw his throat was. Had he been screaming?

Somewhere, an intercom buzzed. 

“Good Morning, Inmates!” The voice was chipper, “Today marks the 700th anniversary of The Republic of Luna’s independence from Earth- there will be pudding in the cantine today! As usual, we expect only the best from you all, and to welcome any and all new companions! Hall B-5 is closed for reconstruction and stabilization, and we’ll be getting a couple new environment domes! Please wait for a staff member to come and release you from your jackets, and then we can begin the day!”

The intercom whined a high pitched tune when the announcer finished speaking, and then a click; the call was finished- but then, an alarm rang. Manjiro looked up, seeing a hand peep through the square in the ceiling. Watching the hand feel around, his brow quirked as it pressed the ceiling before snapping twice. A shift and a couple of creaks, then a ladder came down. It was thoroughly rusted,so much so that a piece fell off when it made contact with the soft floor.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the ladder.”

Manjiro didn’t move. 

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“Right. Before we get to SL-05, we need to head to the showers. I do not need you getting your greasy fingertips all over the important files. By the time they got back, the halls had more people going in and out, doors that were not there before suddenly opening and closing. Manjiro watched with piqued interest as a woman balanced 3 plates on one arm, running past him quickly yelling “Coming through!" repeatedly. 

It was significantly colder than before, and he shivered, following behind Naoto as they made their way through the horde. 

“So, why did we leave?” 

“You said you did not remember that woman, correct?”

“Yes?”

“So we’re going down to the sub-levels- remember SL-05; that’s the room of Luna’s census. We, or rather, I, have to go and find your record because somebody down there messed up.”

“Down there?”

Naoto gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath. This was already so frustrating but having a man under your care who acted like a child may have been worse. Still, he closed his eyes, lips pressed in a thin line before he opened them again, taking a left. 

“Earth. Someone on Earth messed up your file when they sent you here. It may not even be in the census room, so I need to go check.”

Manjiro opened his mouth, 

“So I might not even need to be here?”

At this, Naoto came to a complete stop and turned to look back at Manjiro. He wasn’t supposed to make small talk before Manjiro’s trial, but a little scare couldn’t hurt, right? And besides, the man came to Luna knowing nothing- only his name.

Albeit cruel, he let out a low chuckle, smiling before turning away again, coming to an elevator. 

“‘Might not even need to be here?’ Everyone on this godforsaken rock is stuck here, even the staff members. Once you’re on, there’s no way off. This is a one-way trip, so even if there was a mistake, you would just have to live with it.”

Manjiro shook his head in disbelief. “What do you mean, ‘one-way trip’?”

“I mean exactly what I said. They don’t even put people to restrain you when you get on this rock. They just sedate you and lock the ship. Once you get here, the staff members assigned that day to you have to come to get you- did you know that you’re very light? The sedation they put on you was too much- you were asleep for three days. So, before we go down to- what was the level?”

“SL-05.”

"Right. Before we head down there, we are gonna head to the showers. I don't want your greasy fingertips all over everything.”

“You’re not gonna be in there when I’m there, right?”

“What? Oh, oh no. Not at all. I’ll be by the door with your towel and a change of clothes though. We’ve had the liberty of already taking your measurements while you were still asleep since Earth decided to be very lacking with what they wanted to share.”

“Oh.”

✧*。✧*。✧*。

The showers, Manjiro found, were strange. It became increasingly clear that Luna was both: choosing to be poor and “equal” to all; the showers' were a mixed bathroom, with only the stalls to divide the men, women, and children. 

He kept his head low, weaving between the nakedness before finding a stall in the back. 

Another thing strange about Luna was the water-it did not fall like rain as did normal ones, but big, distorted droplets as if the gravity for the water was still in a suspended manner that quickly shifted between on and off. 

Peeling his clothes off, he stared at his body. Lean muscle adorned on pale skin with scars and scratches, and right by his navel, a big patch- how had he not noticed it before?

Gently, he peeled it off, hissing a little at the stickiness and the pain of removing it, eyes watering. Under the patch were three gaping holes, with the edges only just starting to scab. It didn’t look infected, which he supposed he had Naoto to thank, but it stung with the new cold air meeting his skin along with the water. 

There was a mirror to his left, and he swiped his hand across it, clearing the fog build-up to get a good look at his face. 

Tracing his jaw, Manjiro rolled his neck, groaning at the loud pop of his bones. His eyes were sunken as if he had been awake for days, then he gasped, noticing the tattoo on his neck. 

“A tiger..? And…” he looked closer in the mirror, wiping it again as the steam rose in one of the stripes of the tiger, there was a name. “Y/n?”

He touched the inked name, and his brows furrowed in confusion. 

Where had he heard that name before?

“Manjiro?”

Manjiro snapped his head up, eyes wide at the call of his name.

Soap-suds were falling down his face, but he grabbed the change of clothes Naoto had brought him, wiping his face fast. Looking around, everyone was acting like normal. Did no one else hear it? 

His name was called out again, this time in a whisper.

“Manjiro? How did you get here?”

He gripped his head, setting the now wet clothes aside as he grabbed a sponge- whoever needed him could wait. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

"Why are you wet?" Naoto asked, seeing the now clean (but soaking) Manjiro. 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Got soap in my eyes."

"That's no excuse to get your clothes wet. Does the jumpsuit at least fit properly?"

"Yeah- you got any patches?"

"Patches? There were patches?"

"Yeah. There is a couple of gashes on my stomach."

Naoto put a hand to his chin, scratching it lightly. The people who sanitized him did not say anything about injuries, only that he was underfed and had extreme fatigue. He would have to go check up with them as well. Just another thing to do to get this sorted out. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

"Hey, Naoto? What's with the letter-number system?"

"It is just to shorten the names. SL-05 is the fifth room in the sublevel."

"Oh, gotcha, gotcha."

Manjiro was uneasy. The name-calling from earlier that had sounded vaguely familiar was stuck in his head the entire trip to the census room. 

Putting his hands to his temples, he frowned- a headache was forming.

They turned right and came past an elevator that seemed to have been rusted over time. Was all of Luna's indoor transportation so run-down? And then, another set of doors. Like the set from before, these doors were also filled with engravings, but with far more detail, and much heavier.

Before opening the doors, Naoto looked around for people who may have been looking at them. Luna was strict on many things, one of them being the people who were allowed in what area. But Naoto was an Earthling, so he would have access regardless. It was Maniro he needed to worry about. 

Once all was clear, Naoto opened the door, taking Manjiro with him. 

Aisle upon aisle surrounded them, all filled with stacks of drawers just piled on top of each other. 

They moved quickly, both looking at the signs and tags on each handle. 

"Manjiro, we need to head to the back. You've only just been registered, so your file most likely hasn't been stored yet. Hurry up!"

Manjiro nodded, moving his legs faster before gripping his patch, wincing. He felt a wave of nausea as if he had been here before but ignored it. 

"Naoto, why are we in a hurry?"

"Because you're not supposed to be here. This is supposed to be an in-and-out visit anyways. Oh- I found it. Hold this."

Naoto pulled out a thick, orange envelope, handing it to Manjiro before taking his hand and guiding him back out of the room. 

Looking at the sticker his eyes widened before he grit his teeth- his stomach was churning. 

As they neared the door to the exit of the census, the wave of nausea from earlier came rolling in again, this time stronger than before. 

He gripped his stomach, swallowing back the vile that came up before looking back up. Naoto was not paying attention, instead now also doubling over, letting go of Manjiro's hand to throw up. 

At last, the door opened, but a woman stood there, a gas mask on her face as she tied back her rosy brown hair. 

Holding up a badge, she tapped her foot. 

"Naoto Tachibana, you are under arrest for the illegal tempering of criminal case files and impersonation of a staff member."

Then, she looked at Manjiro, crouching down before smacking him harshly, only to pull her hand away and wipe it on her pants in disgust. Looking back at him, she clicked her tongue.

"Manjiro Sano, your trial will be held 7 days from now, at Geb, the capital. The trial will be held at 17:00. Failure to arrive on time will result in the assumption of escapism, and you will be denied a trial. A staff member will come to escort you, taking you back to your cell. Wait patiently."

 Standing up, she adjusted the mask. "What you both are experiencing is a dose of carbon monoxide. It will not kill you but expect to be down for quite a while."

Grabbing Naoto, she slung him over her shoulder, looking back at Manjiro once more.

"There's no point in trying to get up. Stay where you are, and wait patiently. And please, don't throw up on the floor. It's unsanitary."

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"You know, I'm not supposed to be talking with you, but you look a lot like someone I knew back on Earth."

"Hm?"

"Yeah- he went by Mikey- you guys have the same face, but he was a blonde with longer hair. It's freaky."

She went back to messing with the ceiling before shouting in excitement. The ladder fell, and once again, rusted chips fell off from it.

"Okay, you go ahead and get up the ladder sir. I'm just getting some files ready- you know that your trial date is soon?"

"Mhm."

It went quiet again, and for a moment, and as Manjiro climbed the ladder he thought she had left, until she asked again,

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but I feel like I should-" She pulled Manjiro up, unfastening his jacket- "But, you don't look like a bad person, y'know? I'm not saying that I don't know what you did cause I do. I mean, I looked at your file and all...it's just that, well..."

"Well what?"

The two looked at each other for a moment before the woman looked away.

"You have a gentle heart."

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Cold, empty, and incredibly bright. 

The first thing Manjiro noticed was white- white walls, white doors, and white clothes on his body.

The second thing he noticed was the restraints- hands and arms bound together in a straight jacket, the straps so tight he could feel his pulse.

Knees shaky as he got up, he pushed himself up. 

Where was he? How long had he been asleep? The floors were squishy, almost like a sponge as Manjiro walked around, and the faint smell of cheap bleach lingered. 

There was no door, but a small, square opening in the ceiling- whatever wanted to come in could come whenever, so long as they had a way out, and Manjiro had no such way. 

Smacking his lips, he heaved a sigh, wincing slightly at how raw his throat was. Had he been screaming?

Somewhere, an intercom buzzed. 

“Good Morning, Inmates!” The voice was chipper, “Today marks the 700th anniversary of The Republic of Luna’s independence from Earth- there will be pudding in the cantine today! As usual, we expect only the best from you all, and to welcome any and all new companions! Hall B-5 is closed for reconstruction and stabilization, and we’ll be getting a couple new environment domes! Please wait for a staff member to come and release you from your jackets, and then we can begin the day!”

The intercom whined a high pitched tune when the announcer finished speaking, and then a click; the call was finished- but then, an alarm rang. Manjiro looked up, seeing a hand peep through the square in the ceiling. Watching the hand feel around, his brow quirked as it pressed the ceiling before snapping twice. A shift and a couple of creaks, then a ladder came down. It was thoroughly rusted, so much so that a piece fell off when it made contact with the soft floor.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the ladder.”

Manjiro didn’t move. 

The person repeated.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the lad-”

Manjiro interrupted fast, shaking his head,

“Where am I?”

They did not answer, just repeated the command.

Looking at his feet, he dug his heels into the spongy floor one more time before walking to the ladder. 

“Inmate number 070417, we are ready for you. A rope will attach via the magnetic harness in your jacket. Once pulled up, walk up the ladder. A staff member will escort you to the cleaning stations.”

He did as he was told, toes gripping the edge of the weak-looking steps, scared it would not carry his weight. The rust was scratchy under his bare feet, surely cutting into his skin, but Manjiro didn’t pay it any mind. He made his way up the ladder slowly.

Two arms reached out, hooking under his arms and pulling him up fast- the staff member.

“Thank you for cooperating.”

Manjiro nodded slowly, then peered at the staff member- heavy black material covered their figure in a jumpsuit, small, silver buttons closing the front, legs, and arms of the article up. A belt was wrapped around their waist tightly, almost giving a false hourglass had the jumpsuit not been so airy and baggy. They wore a mask, but from their voice alone you could tell it was a man. 

And then he saw a nametag. Right above the staff member’s heart, a rectangular, battered tag was a safety pin pinned to him.

Manjiro peered closer, then opened his mouth.

“Na..nao? Naoto? You look more like a Kim.”

“Number 070417, please do not address me. I am only here to get you out of your jacket and escort you to the main dome.”

Naoto’s hands made quick work of the buckles that restrained Manjiro’s arms, but took them in his hold quickly, pushing him along in the hallways. 

Looking around, Manjiro made note of the halls, and let out a chuckle. 

“Number 07-”

“Yes, I know. Just thought it was funny all this is cement, you know, considering it should be dust since there’s no oxygen and whatnot.”

“Refrain from smalltalk and keep walking.”

What a stick-in-the-mud Manjiro thought. Begrudgingly  moving his feet, he kept his head low as others gawked at him; unaware of his appearance until a little girl being escorted by another staff member pointed at him.

“Mister, why do you look like that? You’re all moody, and your hair is so stringy!"

The staff member pushing her along smacked her arm and hushed her, pressing a finger to the little girl's lips before nodding at Naoto.

 Soon enough, they came upon a door of steel, engravings of a language long forgotten inscribed in the little notches, and Naoto pushed Manjiro to the side, opening a pocket from the inside and taking out a key. Running his thumb across the engravings, he glanced at Manjiro, taking note of his less-than-perfect state and attire. Heaving a sigh, he started,

“We are about to enter level B-5. There are civilians here, so keep your head down.”

Manjiro raised his hand. “Where are we even going?” 

Seeing Manjiro’s brows furrowed in questioning, Naoto looked anywhere but in his eyes, thinking carefully about his next words. How would you treat someone who was unaware of their own crimes? Going to that dome was standard practice, but they’ve never had a convict who just wasn’t aware. Sure, there were some with amnesia, but they were always told why they were there before they came. Did Earth miss protocol?

Again he looked at Manjiro, whose eyes were wide and exhausted- he hadn’t even questioned a thing except for where he was and Naoto’s name. Something must’ve been wrong, but then the report stated otherwise. He closed his eyes, remembering Manjiro’s file.

Manjiro tapped Naoto, snapping him out of his thoughts. Naoto felt queasy, unsure about it all. Maybe this wasn’t right, but it was standard, so nothing could be done. 

With one last sigh, he patted Manjiro’s shoulder, opening the door.

“Inmate number 070417, to begin the habilitation process, we are heading to A-9, the crater biodome, to the cemetery. “

And with that, Naoto grabbed Manjiro’s arm, pulling him past the cold walls of the jail zone to the dry, overly crowded cemetery. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

Luna didn’t have tombstones. What they did have, however, were cards printed in stationery that were laminated. With no harsh weather, the government of Luna went the cheaper route, and with Earth’s help, decided consecutively that criminals didn’t deserve even the simple slabs of cement with the engravings. Besides, it’s not like most of them could pay for it- their families had either deserted them, came to Luna with them, or were dead. 

Nevertheless, the cemetery was dry, little specks of dust floating in the artificial air that circulated the biodome, coating the both of them. 

Manjiro blinked wearily; some had gotten into his eye.

“Hey, Naoto? How come no one’s here?”

Naoto gripped his arm tighter, shuffling forward in the dirt.

“Most people don’t enjoy cemeteries, so really only the new people come to start their healing process.”

“So…why am I here then?”

“To start your healing process- do you not pay attention?”

“No, wait. Yes, I was paying attention, but I really have no idea of what’s going on. Can we just stop for a moment?”

Manjiro pulled his arm from Naoto, crossing his arms. He was getting a really bad feeling about all of this. Looking around, he frowned at all the laminated name cards where people had been buried- it wasn’t even organized, just put wherever they could, the cards pinned into the ground, some loose and bent out of shape.

“Inmate number 0704-”

“I have a name, Naoto. Use it or I’m not listening.”

“Your name is irrelevant as of now until your trial.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Again, Naoto grabbed Manjiro’s arm, pulling him all the way through the cemetery until they got to one card. It was pink, with small flowers decorating the corners, and a picture of a pink stuffed bear. In a gold, delicately printed name, the card read “Emma Sano. Forever missed.”

Manjiro read the name out loud, confused. The name was familiar, but Sano wasn’t a strange last name.

Naoto watched Manjiro’s expression shift from sadness to confusion, and back to sadness again.

“They don’t put the period of their lives here?”

“Too much work and ink. You don’t know this person?”

“I don’t think so- you know her?”

Naoto didn’t answer, just took Manjiro’s arm again; they were heading back.

He doesn’t even remember his sister…this visit was useless...

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Cold, empty, and incredibly bright. 

The first thing Manjiro noticed was white- white walls, white doors, and white clothes on his body.

The second thing he noticed was the restraints- hands and arms bound together in a straight jacket, the straps so tight he could feel his pulse.

Knees shaky as he got up, he took a deep breath.

Where was he? How long had he been asleep? How did he get here?

The floors were squishy, almost like a sponge as Manjiro walked around, and the faint smell of cheap bleach lingered. 

There was no door, but a small, square opening in the ceiling- whatever wanted to come in could come whenever, so long as they had a way out, and Manjiro had no such way. 

Smacking his lips, he heaved a sigh, wincing slightly at how raw his throat was. Had he been screaming?

Somewhere, an intercom buzzed. 

“Good Morning, Inmates!” The voice was chipper, “Today marks the 700th anniversary of The Republic of Luna’s independence from Earth- there will be pudding in the cantine today! As usual, we expect only the best from you all, and to welcome any and all new companions! Hall B-5 is closed for reconstruction and stabilization, and we’ll be getting a couple new environment domes! Please wait for a staff member to come and release you from your jackets, and then we can begin the day!”

The intercom whined a high pitched tune when the announcer finished speaking, and then a click; the call was finished- but then, an alarm rang. Manjiro looked up, seeing a hand peep through the square in the ceiling. Watching the hand feel around, his brow quirked as it pressed the ceiling before snapping twice. A shift and a couple of creaks, then a ladder came down. It was thoroughly rusted,so much so that a piece fell off when it made contact with the soft floor.

“Inmate number 070417, please step to the ladder.”

Manjiro didn’t move. 

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The absent are always in the wrong. That is just a principle of justice, one could suppose. After the gas attack and the arresting of Naoto Tachibana, the first division of Luna- sectors A-1 through A-5, were put on lockdown, and all of the staff members had a new assignment, the people they used to work with now no longer under their care. After some were found guilty; if one were suspicious, a rumor would start. And from that rumor was an unintentional opening of weakness that any criminal within those sectors could use. 

Manjiro was, however, a different case. After that woman's announcement of the trial date, he had been locked in confinement, only having the occasional meal dropped down to him through the small square opening in the ceiling. 

Of course, there were bathroom breaks, but even then he was watched. And all supposedly for the sake of "The public's ever-lasting good and safety." As if that had meant anything at all to him. 

Laying down on the spongy floors, he ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at how tender his scalp had become, at how greasy his hair was. He went over the past couple of days in his mind, recalling all that had happened. Not one of his questions had been answered, except for how he got here.  

A crash from the ceiling interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see a woman peeking her head through- a wary smile on her face. She looked vaguely familiar, and upon looking her in the eyes,  Manjiro felt a tingle in his skin- almost like an itch, like a bug was crawling up his skin.  

"Sorry- I'm kinda new here. You're number 070417, right ?"

He nodded, watching the woman as she stuck her hand into the room and fumble with the ceiling, just as Naoto had done when he came to get Manjiro. 

It was quiet for a moment, and then,

"You know, I'm not supposed to be talking with you, but you look a lot like someone I knew back on Earth."

"Hm?"

"Yeah- he went by Mikey- you guys have the same face, but he was a blonde with longer hair. It's freaky."

She went back to messing with the ceiling before shouting in excitement. The ladder fell, and once again, rusted chips fell off from it. 

"Okay, you go ahead and get up the ladder sir. I'm just getting some files ready- you know that your trial date is soon?"

"Mhm."

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but I feel like I should-" She pulled Manjiro up, unfastening his jacket- "But, you don't look like a bad person, y'know? I'm not saying that I don't know what you did cause I do. I mean, I looked at your file and all...it's just that, well..."

"Well what?"

The two looked at each other for a moment before the woman looked away. 

"You have a gentle heart."

Nothing else was said as she escorted Manjiro to the canteen, leading him through, the rope attached to his wrist getting tighter with every tug as he got distracted.

As they got closer, the sounds of metal clinking and people arguing got closer. The staff member glanced at Manjiro then back at the door, a look of confusion on her face as they finally got there that turned to shock and anger. Quickly, she disregarded her position, storming through the doors, I.D. badge out and ready in case of a question for authority (not that a level 1-E would have much clearance). Manjiro followed quickly, his knees almost buckling. Inside, an apparent food fight had started. 

Along the grayscale walls, ribbons on different foods in all states of matter were sliding down the walls and onto the floor. One item, purple and not possibly edible without some built-up resistance, had begun to evaporate, an even darker purple vapor coming from it. 

The people behind the counters who had been on serving duty donned on coveralls of clear plastic, holding metal trays above their face as they laughed wickedly.

In the middle of the hall, two men were throwing punches fast, faces bruised and bloody. On the left, the shorter of the two pulled the other's braids down, kneeing him in the face. In return, the braided man grabbed a nearby chair, crashing it into the other's shins.

"The hell are they doing?"

"I don't know, but my money's on Ran!"

"No, you idiot- Sanzu's knocking the shit out of him!"

"$50 BUCKS ON HAITANI!"

"SHUT UP- THAT CURRENCY ISN'T EVEN USED ON EARTH ANYMORE."

Onlookers that had been eating peacefully rose, circling them, not paying any mind to the staff member's and Manjiro's arrival.

"What's going on?" 

Another staff member, who had just entered, turned to her, 

"We're not sure how this happened, "Miss Akaashi, but we'll get this under control as fast as possible."

Just how did the power system work here?

Regardless, Manjiro looked around the room, walking away from 'Miss Akaashi', wincing at the rope digging into his wrist before grabbing a plastic knife off the floor. 

It was too dull to hurt someone, but maybe...

He pocketed it fast, then came back while more people rushed in. 

A loud crack sounded, almost mimicking the sound of a bone popping- but not quite. 

And then a scream. 

The people that had gathered quickly dispersed, even the two who had been throwing punches had stopped.

The cantine went deadly quiet, and, stepping on his tiptoes, Manjiro looked over, sucking in his breath.

Naoto Tachibana was on the floor, a bloody hole through his mouth, and past his eyes. 

Dead.

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“Right. Before we get to SL-05, we need to head to the showers. I do not need you getting your greasy fingertips all over the important files. By the time they got back, the halls had more people going in and out, doors that were not there before suddenly opening and closing. Manjiro watched with piqued interest as a woman balanced 3 plates on one arm, running past him quickly yelling “Coming through!" repeatedly. 

It was significantly colder than before, and he shivered, following behind Naoto as they made their way through the horde. 

“So, why did we leave?” 

“You said you did not remember that woman, correct?”

“Yes?”

“So we’re going down to the sub-levels- remember SL-05; that’s the room of Luna’s census. We, or rather, I, have to go and find your record because somebody down there messed up.”

“Down there?”

Naoto gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath. This was already so frustrating but having a man under your care who acted like a child may have been worse. Still, he closed his eyes, lips pressed in a thin line before he opened them again, taking a left. 

“Earth. Someone on Earth messed up your file when they sent you here. It may not even be in the census room, so I need to go check.”

Manjiro opened his mouth, 

“So I might not even need to be here?”

At this, Naoto came to a complete stop and turned to look back at Manjiro. He wasn’t supposed to make small talk before Manjiro’s trial, but a little scare couldn’t hurt, right? And besides, the man came to Luna knowing nothing- only his name.

Albeit cruel, he let out a low chuckle, smiling before turning away again, coming to an elevator. 

“‘Might not even need to be here?’ Everyone on this godforsaken rock is stuck here, even the staff members. Once you’re on, there’s no way off. This is a one-way trip, so even if there was a mistake, you would just have to live with it.”

Manjiro shook his head in disbelief. “What do you mean, ‘one-way trip’?”

“I mean exactly what I said. They don’t even put people to restrain you when you get on this rock. They just sedate you and lock the ship. Once you get here, the staff members assigned that day to you have to come to get you- did you know that you’re very light? The sedation they put on you was too much- you were asleep for three days. So, before we go down to- what was the level?”

“SL-05.”

"Right. Before we head down there, we are gonna head to the showers. I don't want your greasy fingertips all over everything.”

“You’re not gonna be in there when I’m there, right?”

“What? Oh, oh no. Not at all. I’ll be by the door with your towel and a change of clothes though. We’ve had the liberty of already taking your measurements while you were still asleep since Earth decided to be very lacking with what they wanted to share.”

“Oh.”

✧*。✧*。✧*。

The showers, Manjiro found, were strange. It became increasingly clear that Luna was both: choosing to be poor and “equal” to all; the showers' were a mixed bathroom, with only the stalls to divide the men, women, and children. 

He kept his head low, weaving between the nakedness before finding a stall in the back. 

Another thing strange about Luna was the water-it did not fall like rain as did normal ones, but big, distorted droplets as if the gravity for the water was still in a suspended manner that quickly shifted between on and off. 

Peeling his clothes off, he stared at his body. Lean muscle adorned on pale skin with scars and scratches, and right by his navel, a big patch- how had he not noticed it before?

Gently, he peeled it off, hissing a little at the stickiness and the pain of removing it, eyes watering. Under the patch were three gaping holes, with the edges only just starting to scab. It didn’t look infected, which he supposed he had Naoto to thank, but it stung with the new cold air meeting his skin along with the water. 

There was a mirror to his left, and he swiped his hand across it, clearing the fog build-up to get a good look at his face. 

Tracing his jaw, Manjiro rolled his neck, groaning at the loud pop of his bones. His eyes were sunken as if he had been awake for days, then he gasped, noticing the tattoo on his neck. 

“A tiger..? And…” he looked closer in the mirror, wiping it again as the steam rose in one of the stripes of the tiger, there was a name. “Y/n?”

He touched the inked name, and his brows furrowed in confusion. 

Where had he heard that name before?

“Manjiro?”

Manjiro snapped his head up, eyes wide at the call of his name.

Soap-suds were falling down his face, but he grabbed the change of clothes Naoto had brought him, wiping his face fast. Looking around, everyone was acting like normal. Did no one else hear it? 

His name was called out again, this time in a whisper.

“Manjiro? How did you get here?”

He gripped his head, setting the now wet clothes aside as he grabbed a sponge- whoever needed him could wait. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

"Why are you wet?" Naoto asked, seeing the now clean (but soaking) Manjiro. 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Got soap in my eyes."

"That's no excuse to get your clothes wet. Does the jumpsuit at least fit properly?"

"Yeah- you got any patches?"

"Patches? There were patches?"

"Yeah. There is a couple of gashes on my stomach."

Naoto put a hand to his chin, scratching it lightly. The people who sanitized him did not say anything about injuries, only that he was underfed and had extreme fatigue. He would have to go check up with them as well. Just another thing to do to get this sorted out. 

✧*。✧*。✧*。

"Hey, Naoto? What's with the letter-number system?"

"It is just to shorten the names. SL-05 is the fifth room in the sublevel."

"Oh, gotcha, gotcha."

Manjiro was uneasy. The name-calling from earlier that had sounded vaguely familiar was stuck in his head the entire trip to the census room. 

Putting his hands to his temples, he frowned- a headache was forming.

They turned right and came past an elevator that seemed to have been rusted over time. Was all of Luna's indoor transportation so run-down? And then, another set of doors. Like the set from before, these doors were also filled with engravings, but with far more detail, and much heavier.

Before opening the doors, Naoto looked around for people who may have been looking at them. Luna was strict on many things, one of them being the people who were allowed in what area. But Naoto was an Earthling, so he would have access regardless. It was Maniro he needed to worry about. 

Once all was clear, Naoto opened the door, taking Manjiro with him. 

Aisle upon aisle surrounded them, all filled with stacks of drawers just piled on top of each other. 

They moved quickly, both looking at the signs and tags on each handle. 

"Manjiro, we need to head to the back. You've only just been registered, so your file most likely hasn't been stored yet. Hurry up!"

Manjiro nodded, moving his legs faster before gripping his patch, wincing. He felt a wave of nausea as if he had been here before but ignored it. 

"Naoto, why are we in a hurry?"

"Because you're not supposed to be here. This is supposed to be an in-and-out visit anyways. Oh- I found it. Hold this."

Naoto pulled out a thick, orange envelope, handing it to Manjiro before taking his hand and guiding him back out of the room. 

Looking at the sticker his eyes widened before he grit his teeth- his stomach was churning. 

As they neared the door to the exit of the census, the wave of nausea from earlier came rolling in again, this time stronger than before. 

He gripped his stomach, swallowing back the vile that came up before looking back up. Naoto was not paying attention, instead now also doubling over, letting go of Manjiro's hand to throw up. 

At last, the door opened, but a woman stood there, a gas mask on her face as she tied back her rosy brown hair. 

Holding up a badge, she tapped her foot. 

"Naoto Tachibana, you are under arrest for the illegal tempering of criminal case files and impersonation of a staff member."

Then, she looked at Manjiro, crouching down before smacking him harshly, only to pull her hand away and wipe it on her pants in disgust. Looking back at him, she clicked her tongue.

"Manjiro Sano, your trial will be held 7 days from now, at Geb, the capital. The trial will be held at 17:00. Failure to arrive on time will result in the assumption of escapism, and you will be denied a trial. A staff member will come to escort you, taking you back to your cell. Wait patiently."

 Standing up, she adjusted the mask. "What you both are experiencing is a dose of carbon monoxide. It will not kill you but expect to be down for quite a while."

Grabbing Naoto, she slung him over her shoulder, looking back at Manjiro once more.

"There's no point in trying to get up. Stay where you are, and wait patiently. And please, don't throw up on the floor. It's unsanitary."