The ship was shaking with every hit it took, the roofs threatening to fall on the two figures running in the hallway. One of them was faster on its metallic legs and managed to grab the other's arm before he reached the bridge.

"Toris, stop!"

"Let me go, Raivis! I need to talk to him! I can make him stop this!"

"But you'll get hurt!"

"If I don't do this we'll all die!"

"But…!"

"Raivis, think with your head! Surely you can let me get hurt for the greater good of a large number of people!"

The robot started violently shaking, sign that a heavy dilemma concerning the Laws was going on in his positronic brain. The human used this opportunity to break free of his grasp and run the few last meters towards the bridge's doors, disregarding the 'crewmembers only' sign. As he touched the door, an explosion obliterated the wall right next to him. Everything went dark.

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"Iv…!" Toris gasped as he bolted to a sitting position in his bed, right hand raised in front of him as if trying to catch the shadows haunting his mind. He stared at the wall, heavily breathing, for several minutes, desperately trying to hold onto the rapidly dissipating fragments of his dream.

"When I woke up, whose name was I calling?" he wondered aloud.

He closed his eyes and brought his hands to his face, trying and almost failing to recall what was going on in the window of his soul before he had awakened.

"An explosion…" he mumbled, rubbing his temples. A ship falling apart. He was running and Raivis tried to stop him. He had had something that he needed to do. But what? Was this what had happened minutes before he lost his memories? Did he get knocked out, and did Raivis drag him to the shelter? He was trying to stop it, to save everyone. He…

"I need to talk to him".

Realization dawned on him: he knew the person who had attacked them.

"Toris?"

He turned around sharply, eyes searching the pitch-black room for the owner of the voice. Two blues eyes were unnaturally glowing in the dark. Raivis.

"Ah, Raivis," he sighed. "I just had a bad dream. What can you tell me about how we got into that capsule?"

There was silence, and some shuffling in the dark. He sighed again.

"Okay, I get it, never mind." He mumbled.

Toris got up and put on the fresh clothes that nice girl, Liechtenstein, had provided him with. He was lifting his hand to the control board on the side of the door when a hand shot out from the shadows and grabbed his.

"Do you hate me?"

The hand was shaking slightly and Toris could make out huge, pleading eyes looking up at him.

Strong hands that smelled Vodka pushed him against the wall, and intense violet eyes dived in his own wide green ones. "Do you hate me?" a mouth breathed, mere centimetres from his own. He gazed into purple pools of suffering and his heart beat painfully in his chest…

Toris stumbled under the force of the flash. Confused feelings rushed to him, drowning him in a powerful whirlpool of bitterness and pain and the pressing urge to escape these purple eyes mixed with the need to embrace them. He couldn't put a face on these eyes, nor a name on that face; yet a single glimpse into the violet depths had convinced him to continue the search for his memories more thoroughly than anything else could have, no matter how painful it might be.

He blinked out of his trance to find that he was still in the dark room with Raivis looking anxiously up at him, and that not even a second had passed. Yet it seemed like the robot had grabbed his arm years ago, a lifetime ago.

He smiled sadly and kissed the persocom's hair.

"I don't hate you Raivis, you're just trying to protect me. I just feel… lonely and scared, I guess."

He then smiled a little more cheerfully and hoped that the robot could see it in the dark.

"I'm going to get a piece to eat now, okay? You can stay here if you want to."

"I want to… go with you." He said.

That meant that Toris would have to fake some more smiles, but it didn't bother him much. He was good at it. Besides, he was quite fond of the little robot, he reflected as they left the cabin. Well, Captain Jones had said that they were like brothers…

He wondered about his real brother, and about his childhood friend, and felt his heart sink a little more heavily in his chest when he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember them. It was as if… something was preventing him from remembering it all.

He entered the bustling cafeteria and collapsed on a bench, feeling the same overwhelming helplessness he had experienced when he had first found out about his amnesia. It was driving him crazy.

"Hum… a minute of silence, please? Everyone, please listen to me, I have something important to say!" a voice suddenly claimed from the other end of the room.

Toris looked up to see a man that looked quite a lot like the Captain, but with longer and curlier hair and a shy smile standing on top of a chair trying to get the refugees getting breakfast to calm down and listen to him.

"Okay, so," he began when (after a while) he finally got everybody's attention, "The ship just had new orders so I'm here to announce you all that we will port in the city of Guilledou on the planet of Huxley in about three days from now. There, everyone of you will be redirected to ships that will bring you back to your homes, okay?"

At this announcement, everyone began talking animatedly among themselves. The room was radiating relief an excitement.

"I'm so happy to finally go back home!" said someone, and Toris felt a painful sting in his chest. Home. Another meaningless word that brought no image in his mind.

"Hum, excuse me, Lithuania sir?"

He snapped out of his reveries to find the shy Alfred look-alike standing next to him and trying to get his attention. 'Lithuania'. That's right, it was his family name (Or so the Captain had said. It explained the 'Liet', somehow).

"Yes?"

"The Captain asked me to tell you that he'd like to speak to you. If you may follow me to his cabin…? Oh, the persocom is allowed to come, too."

Toris got up and followed the man out of the cafeteria. The military led him through the ship, pointing out features and rooms and explaining them. Toris thought that he was a nice person. He wondered if he should ask him about the 'star room', and if he'd answer.

Then a wild thought hit him. The Captain knew him. Did other member of the crew do, too? He recalled that look Kiku had sent him the night previous, and the wink (that made him pretty uncomfortable) that the French cook had addressed him while serving him his dinner during the evening. After his experience in the star room, he was pretty sure he had already been in that ship once before. It would only make sense for them to know him, wouldn't it? He wondered if Captain Jones had told them about his predicament. He hoped so. He didn't want them all to think that he was ignoring them on purpose.

"Lithuania sir?"

He was once again snapped out of his thoughts by the man.

"Y… yes?"

"We're here."

"Oh." He realised that they were, indeed, standing in front of the Captain office's door. The other man smiled kindly.

"I'm Lieutenant Matthews Jones, by the way." He said, holding out his hand.

"pleased to meet you, I'm Toris Lithuania and this is Raivis."

The man's friendly smile widened.

"If you need anything, my office is right over there." He said, pointing to the far end of the corridor. "I'm less busy then my brother, so don't hesitate to ask me, okay?"

He nodded, at a loss for words. Matthews smiled and turned to the door. Toris raised his hand, his heart beating heavily in his chest. What did Captain Jones want?

He knocked tentatively on the door, that automatically opened on one energetic Captain that bear hugged him (again) before dragging him into the room, smiling widely and blabbering about how lovely a day it was, with birds singing and sun shining (although they were in space).

Lieutenant Matthews rolled his eyes and followed them in, closing the door behind him.

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A/N: okay, so first of all, thanks to everyone who read this and reviewed so far. I'm supposed to be studying right now, but I cheated (again).

I dunno if I said this before, so I'll say it again: I own noting. APH is not mine. The story is inspired by great sci-fi, like Asimov's work in general (esp. the Three Laws), Storine (By F. D'Antony, a very nice guy btw), Captain Harlock, Gundam, Star Treck, etc.

Although Raivis is an Asimovian robot, he looks like a Chobit (in the manga of the same name, by CLAMP). The FTOs are Gundams (but the name in from MKR, by CLAMP).

I'm afraid I made Alfred a little too hyper in this chapter. Also, I tend to forget Raivis when I write. (write write write oh wait Raivis was present all along in the room? Oops lets just say he's very quiet). I didn't intend to bring in the 'purple eyed' character yet, but the angst scene with Raivis just sorta begged for it, so there.

Short chapter, long A/N: I'm so sorry for that. I need to study now… T.T