Kyo absent mindedly hummed to himself as he repaired his skimmer. He loved the thing to pieces, but the Techies were coming out with Mechas, Mechas! His humming started to change sporadically. And, just as sporadically, his mind changed topic. 'I wonder what Tohru's doing? Or Yuki. Or anyone, for that matter. I think I gave them all heart attacks with my disappearance…' it didn't really matter, anyway. He'd been playing them all the fool. He was a bit guilty about it, but freedom was freedom. Actually, the war's about freedom. 'I think…' it'd been dragging on for three long years, with no sign of stopping. Everyone started calling it World War 3, with half of Africa in flames, Brazil revolting, and the first fighting to touch American soil since the Civil War.

"Lt. Akuma!"

"Yeah?" Kyo replied. He'd gotten the nickname 'speed demon', and it served as his surname since he wasn't a Sohma any more. Not that he'd ever been.

"There are prisoners sir! They're named Sohma sir!" Kyo twitched.

"Alright, give me a sec, which block?"

"3c sir!" Damn, the kid was peppy. Probably straight form the recruitment booth.

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This wasn't the Kyo that he knew. Not that he'd known him at all. The frown was still there, but it was the frown of a person with a lot on his mind. There was a scar angling down his right cheek, and he had an aura of complete authority.

"How should we treat them, sir?" asked one of the guards.

"You treat prisoners like prisoners, Corporal." amusement flickered through his voice.

"Yes, sir." Kyo nodded to the other guards, then left.

Yuki had never felt more abandoned.