It's just a short, old drabble. I don't own BP-JD. Sadly.
Deckerd always knew what was going to happen.
He knew that he would forget everything he had learned.
Everything he had loved.
He would no longer be… Deckerd.
Every single thing he had experienced from sight to hearing Yuuta's childish laughter would be wiped from existence. Everything would be gone. There would be no more waiting for the small human to visit, no more worry when he was late, nothing. Deckerd would be killed and a mindless machine would take his frame.
So for the first time in his short life, Deckerd felt fear. It clawed at his insides, screaming at him to resist what was being done. He didn't want to forget Yuuta. Forget life.
But he couldn't reveal himself either.
It would put them both in danger, and he couldn't do that.
The technicians easily slid past his firewalls, establishing the connections necessary for the data download to begin. It was unnerving how easily they penetrated his consciousness, penetrated his mind. He subtly looked around and truly realized what was going to happen. Raw terror stabbed at him and he almost flinched but he had to ignore it. For Yuuta.
"Deckerd!"
Deckerd looked down in shock when his beloved friend burst out of hiding and raced toward him. Tears were spilling from the boy's beautiful blue eyes, the desperation there agonizingly evident. It pained Deckerd immensely. The technicians forcibly held him back, and it hurt Deckerd. It hurt to see his only friend hurting.
"Yuuta… Yuuta, from this day forward, I will be brave in facing criminal elements."
A disbelieving smile crept on to Yuuta's face. The technicians were staring with something akin to awe and disbelief. Time seemed to have frozen.
"Deckerd…"
Deckerd wanted so, so badly to kneel and scoop the distressed boy into his embrace, to tell him he would never change and never forget him and to assure the young boy that everything would be all right. But what had to be done must be done. The technicians rushed to shut him down, fearing a malfunction. If only they knew…
"Be brave. Be strong. Live your life with courage."
Courage.
Something Yuuta had given him, was giving him, right now.
His vision flickered and filled with static. A strange calmness washed over him like a drug lulling him into recharge.
Deception.
He would never wake as Deckerd again.
He would never wake.
"Goodbye, Yuuta…"
The last thing he saw was Yuuta, his beloved friend, his young face marred with grief and pained understanding. He cherished the last image of his very first friend for as long as he could before everything dissolved into darkness.
He was once called Deckerd.
No longer.
Darkness.
Was this death?
There was nothing here. Nothing but him and his regret and agony.
Was this what he would be condemned to for the rest of his life?
Heavy. He felt heavy. Like he was chained. The weight of your heresy shall stay your feet, and you shall be left behind.
This wasn't the paradise Yuuta had talked about when they mentioned the subject.
This was oblivion.
What was his name?
What was his name?
What was he?
He floated weightlessly in the blackness, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, but desperately wishing for some kind of relief.
Deckerd, you can hear me, right?
What was his name?
Ghostly feelings brushed against him like smoke clinging to his armor.
Deckerd, wake up and fight!
Something stirred deep within him, a dormant presence beginning to wake.
"DECKERD!"
"Yuuta!"
Danger.
Anger.
Relief.
His name was Deckerd.
He was awake.
And he would never forget.
