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[He doesn't remember who he really is and it's never bothered him until recently, until his latest mission that involved a blonde haired, blue eyed man who stared at him like he'd seen the dead come back to life, a hoard of kaiju rising from the depths of the ocean and he was the only one standing in their way, one against a thousand, million, impossible odds, ones that would kill him for certain and he was too stunned to do anything but accept that death. Didn't even have the instinct to fight back until the Soldier has his fingers tight around his throat, squeezing the life from him and then his instincts kicked in. He fought back and he was actually impressed with the kid, and his style, and for a moment-- it felt familiar.

Like they'd done this a thousand times before. Swing right, turn left, aim, duck, kick come on kiddo you can do better than that.

The kid's partner showed up, a fierce little Japanese girl that gotten in his way before, and it was getting too messy, too loud, too public and so the Soldier withdrew to regroup, try again later. And more than that-- he's unsettled, uncomfortable in his skin for the first time since he can remember. There's something about this kid that won't leave him alone, the way he whispered Yancy while his fingers closed around his throat, and who the fuck is Yancy?

Who the fuck is Raleigh Becket anyway?

He's never questioned orders before, and maybe that's what makes him the best. He kills when ordered, takes down politicians, spies, doctors, lawyers, judges, some person on the street because he's handed a picture and that's what he does, who he is. He's the Soldier. A name and an identity all rolled into one. He never learns anything more about these people he's ordered to kill but this time is different. This time he's searching.

What he finds is a hero fallen from grace, a dozen pages of articles about the Becket brothers, two of the stars of the Jaeger program, something developed by scientists to fight the kaiju, to make humans stronger, faster, tougher, better. It turned people into super fighters, made it so they could take on the monsters one on one, save lives, be heroes. Raleigh and Yancy Becket were two of the best, they worked as a team always, where some of the Jaegers fought solo, they never did because they were always better together. Yancy went missing on a mission five years ago off Alaska, no body was ever found but how long can a person really survive, bleeding out in the frigid waters of the north Pacific anyway.

Apparently-- even the Jaegers can survive something like that because one of the two faces in the photographs is the one he sees in the mirror every day.

The Soldier (Yancy-- Yancy yancy yancy why) breaks the computer, breaks the mirror, and an especially polished window, as if doing so ruins the reflection and thus, ruins the confusing truth that he's stumbled across. Is he this Yancy Becket? He has no memory of it, Raleigh seemed familiar and it's not hard to break into his apartment, much easier than it should be for a Jaeger, honestly, too easy to catch the kid asleep.

He closes his fingers over Raleigh's mouth, clamping down hard when his bright blue eyes open, wide and startled, don't make a sound. Call for help and it'll be the last thing he does. Maybe. Probably. Fuck this kid, fuck everything, he should just end it. Snap his neck and move on with his life again Raleigh Becket means nothing to him because he's not Yancy.

He would remember that.]

I'm not your brother.