The Hunt

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Manabu’s Perspective
Kusari Space
Two weeks ago

Manabu watched the stars from his cockpit. The Scimitar glided through the asteroid field with ease, gently turning according to the wishes of the autopilot. Manabu flicked a switch on his dashboard deactivating the lights inside the cockpit and on the ship itself.

The hum of the engines and the distant twinkles of light soothed him. He smiled inwardly. It had been a long time since he had smiled sincerely. Manabu had received a message to return home a few days beforehand. Upon returned home, he found his eldest brother in his fathers stead.

Manabu’s father was dead. Killing by assassins. The satisfaction at hearing the words leave his brothers mouth almost overrode his ability to not laugh. He honestly did not wish for his father to be dead. But now that he was dead, Manabu felt a alive and free. Free from expectations. Free from being overburdened.

His brother had tried to belittle Manabu’s attempts to capture Yoko. His brother believing himself in control, had chosen to have Manabu continue his attempts to insure Yoko’s return to the family. In addition Manabu was to kill a man by the name of Larkin Mori, their cousin.

Manabu spoke softly to himself.

“I’ll do as you wish brother. For now, you suit my needs.”

He laid his head on the cockpits head rest and slept.