A/N: so yesh here's the new chapter… sorry for all the delay. Thanks for the reviews and yes Kaldea is an unlucky girl indeed.

The dairy of a Bionoid

…Chapter 8- My Rusted Steel Wings…

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I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position and looked up at the window, it was still open and it let a cold breeze slip into the room, sending shivers down my spine. I stood up and made my way to it, shutting it back down with a small clamp. It was then that I realised that I was staring at human hands and a small smile crept up on lips. I was back to my old self. I still frowned though, disliking the fact that I had no control over my forms. I glanced over the room as pondered about the subject, a small idea clouded up in my mind, it seemed that it was my emotions which where triggering my shifts. I sat on my bed and remained there for a rather long while, simply staring blankly at the wall and completely lost in my thoughts, to be more precise in mourning over what was lost. More then ever I didn't want to go back to the corporation, not after my failure.

I ignored if a soldier saw me back there but I wouldn't take any chances, I grabbed the keys of the room on the desk and brought them back at the reception. I would leave, retire a fair amount of money from the corporation and abandon the card somewhere. I walked back to the bank and transferred above 30 000 dollars into an other account then simply threw the card into the trash can. After what, I restarted to wander through the city streets, completely aimless. At some point I passed in front of an electronic store I heard a radio station comment on how Sion's crew infiltrated a train to go reach the Mikado's office. Such a brave boy, but still he didn't try to save me when I was kept back there…

To my own surprise my feet led me back to the duplex where my parents lived, I didn't recognise any car in the parking lot. Apparently, they had moved away and forgot me as well. I still sneaked up to the small kitchen's window and peeked inside. The same old corn yellow wall papers covered the walls but now instead of my parents it was an old lady with white curly hair that sat in a wooden rocking chair and was knitting quietly. She seemed to be nice… but so lonely, just like me. I sighed and turned away from the window, fighting back my tears. I didn't want to cry anymore, I already did that enough. I silently went back on the main road, looking at the people who were busily going from store to store, they ignored the luck they had; they weren't alone.

At some point I got myself lost as I searched for a new hotel. It was only after hours of confusion that I ended somewhere I knew, in front of my previous one. I was about to continue on my way when something caught my attention. The figure of the man that waited at the reception desk was strangely familiar…

I walked closer to the windows and tried to see the man's face. After finally finding the right angle, my mouth only fell open when I recognised him, I was dumbstruck. It was PD-4 or one of the PDs. I jumped away from the window and looked around, frantically searching for an escape route. They wouldn't take me back , I had to flee at any cost. Something shone from a roof top, my gaze immediately darting into that direction. What I saw was light reflecting on the lens of binoculars, Mikado binoculars, they had already spotted me. Absolutely everywhere that I looked I saw MSFs. Once again I was on the edge of total panic, feeling the tension increase through my muscles. Out of any better solutions, I was about to dash across the street, but redemption came to me at this precise moment under the majestic form of… a bus. As soon as it stopped to let the passengers in, I mixed along in the file and pushed myself a way through before letting me fall in a bench near the middle of the bus. No one pursued me, I was safe, they wouldn't risk to attack me in such a place or at least I hoped so.

I jumped out of the vehicle at the first station, on an other busy street, only to take an other one right after, I wanted to confuse them as much as possible. I kept switching bus at each stations for over an hour before finally scurrying away into a vast mall, I had to stay with groups if I wanted a chance to escape. Mixing up with a group of tourist which wandered randomly through the halls astonished by the various technologies displayed in the showcases of the boutiques, I often glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone looked suspicious, but much to my relief, it really seemed that I had lost them.

Suddenly, a young girl ran in front of me with a handful of multicoloured balloons. She seemed so innocent and happy. I could only stop and watch her as she gripped her mother's sleeve to beg her to buy the balloons, she didn't know which to choose so she wanted them all, how amusing.

"Aren't the children the cutest thing in the world.." I whispered to myself, although a voice replied back to me, a voice that was frighteningly familiar. Making a small jump, I spun around and looked straight into the PD's eye as he firmly warped an arm around my waist. He was hurt me and I would have swore that he knew it, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of whimpering.

" You got Mr. Mikado pretty angry in disappearing like that… He really was furious…" He whispered into my ear as his cold lips brushed my lobe. The people must have assumed that we were lovers or something of the sort at that moment because no one ran to valiantly save me from the cyborg's clutches, but yet, after all I was no Dominique Cross…

We exited the mall together, him holding my hand into his as we walked side by side, although he didn't hurt me anymore, his grip even gentle being at some point. I started to wonder if it was PD-4, he was the one I was the closest to back there and I really did hope that it was him. It took me a moment to judge if I could ask the question or not and finally decided to take the risk.

"Which number are you? " I blurted out, his golden stare immediately falling down me slowly as his placid expression slowly twisted to show the ghost of hurt. His stance stiffened back and his grip on my hand as well, I had obviously made a wrong move and mentally cursed myself for it, I wouldn't be able to escape him easily at all.

" Of course you don't recognise me…" he answered, it confirmed my doubts, he was none other than PD-4, the only one that I could call a 'friend' and yet I wasn't even able to recognise him.

" I'm sorry.. it just that…" I hated myself for not finding the right words when I needed it.

" We're all the same, I know…" I winced at his statement, I had never thought of such a thing, they all had different personalities, different souls and I knew it perfectly well. We eventually reached the exit and I found an entire commando lined up in front of us. They sure didn't want me to escape… I could do nothing but admit that I had to give up. Our group made it's ways toward over the company's helicopter that was waiting for us a few yards further.

I climbed in first along with PD-4, making my way to take a seat next to the window as a crowd of identical soldiers took place in front and next to us. The engine roared and the propeller began to spin above our heads, moving faster and faster until I couldn't discern it's blades anymore. I silently contemplated the city below us as it slowly shrunk down, we had taken flight to what I was certain to be my doom. The whole flight was going silently, no one asked me any questions. When I finally looked away from the outside world to give a circular glance, I took notice for the first time that the silver-haired bionoid's hand was still resting over mine, although not squeezing it. The young man's eyes were lost ahead of him, betraying that his thoughts were resting over other matters. I found myself growing intrigued, but still didn't find to courage, or sass, to ask him about it.

The shape of three towers slowly appeared at the horizon and I found that the flight was way too short, I had even hoped that a storm would suddenly well-up before us and that a lighting would strike the helicopter down. With some luck maybe that me and my companion could remained unarmed… But, it was only hopes and dreams. The helicopter did land onto the plateau without any complications.

I stood up as the door opened to reveal that an other commando that was even bigger than the precedent was waiting for me there, a tall blond young man standing in it's middle. Dauragon himself had taken the time to receive me, I would die.

The cyborg's palm escaped mine and found myself missing it's presence while we slowly went down the few stairs. I halted myself before the president of the corporation, keeping a facade that I wanted to be flinty before the blonde. His own resembled mine in almost every ways if it hadn't been from the silent anger that burned into his sapphire optics and maybe something else that once again I couldn't put the finger on. With a single moved of a hand, he dismissed every being that surrounded us with, sadly, my lovely silver head included. I was almost expecting the sky to fall upon me while I remained like this before him, none of us making the slightest movement beside breathing.

" Kaldea Orchid, you are officially accused from thievery and treachery." His voice had been even colder than the usual, it holding the same notes as it did when he had scolded that dear little Dominique…

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