[The words Kaneda wanted him to listen to don't come. Ken's face is a mess as he waits -- it's shiny with tears and his eyes are puffy and red, and there's an emotional look there that had simply been missing for the last few months. Ever since the time he cried to him in September and especially following the time that he was ported out, Ken's emotions had been fading, receding further and further into the back of his mind. Now they're back, like the flood of tears had finally pushed them to the front again. His brown eyes which were full aside from the faint glimmer of determination are brighter now, and they're wide with confusion, sadness, and a bit of desperation as he looks almost pleadingly at the boy before him. Whatever words Kaneda says now, Ken will hang on them like a lifeline.
And though the words are never spoken, Ken suddenly get a feeling he knows what they were supposed to be. It's almost like Kala-Nemi is whispering in his ear to tell him, the way they just occur to him the way they do. And it's Kala-Nemi's presence that puts something in motion again like a piece of clockwork falling into place after a long time of being broken.
In many stories, characters find someone to be their one and only over the course of the plot. A lonely man finds someone to trust; a woman surrounded by many friends finds the most special of them all. Ken had read many such stories, and some people might say he found his, too, then cast a glance over to the boy with the blue cap he often spent time with. But Ken would secretly disagree; to Ken, his one and only was a woman who died years ago -- the person who had tirelessly raised him and unconditionally loved him, someone he'll never get to see again, someone he loved like he would never love anybody else. Ken's one and only, and the person Ken was a one and only to, no longer existed, and Ken had instead started to learn what it meant to accept lots of people into his life. He'd spent the last year learning what it meant to be loved by a lot of people, and what it meant to love a lot of people, and he'd found happiness in that.
As the tears continue to roll down his cheeks, he raises his hands to Kaneda's shoulders. His arms follow, and he takes a step forward to close the distance Kaneda opened as he wraps them around his neck. Kaneda's straight black hair pokes at his face before he hides it against the collar of his jacket, and he finally lets out a breath he was holding.
What Tetsuo had with Kaneda, Ken lost the day he lost his mother. He was born knowing who his one and only was, and he lost her before he gained anything else. He never wanted to shove his way into anybody else's space, and he had fought hard, harder than anybody expected of him, to make sure that these people didn't experience the same fate he did that night even if it meant losing one of the most important things he gained. He charged on knowing that the ground was crumbling beneath him, and he'd known that it was since the moment he realized that it was Tetsuo he tried to kill in August.
And just like when he tried to run away in August when he first sensed the end approaching, Kaneda was here to pick him back up. He fists his hands in his shirt like he had done many, many times before, and nods, once.]
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And though the words are never spoken, Ken suddenly get a feeling he knows what they were supposed to be. It's almost like Kala-Nemi is whispering in his ear to tell him, the way they just occur to him the way they do. And it's Kala-Nemi's presence that puts something in motion again like a piece of clockwork falling into place after a long time of being broken.
In many stories, characters find someone to be their one and only over the course of the plot. A lonely man finds someone to trust; a woman surrounded by many friends finds the most special of them all. Ken had read many such stories, and some people might say he found his, too, then cast a glance over to the boy with the blue cap he often spent time with. But Ken would secretly disagree; to Ken, his one and only was a woman who died years ago -- the person who had tirelessly raised him and unconditionally loved him, someone he'll never get to see again, someone he loved like he would never love anybody else. Ken's one and only, and the person Ken was a one and only to, no longer existed, and Ken had instead started to learn what it meant to accept lots of people into his life. He'd spent the last year learning what it meant to be loved by a lot of people, and what it meant to love a lot of people, and he'd found happiness in that.
As the tears continue to roll down his cheeks, he raises his hands to Kaneda's shoulders. His arms follow, and he takes a step forward to close the distance Kaneda opened as he wraps them around his neck. Kaneda's straight black hair pokes at his face before he hides it against the collar of his jacket, and he finally lets out a breath he was holding.
What Tetsuo had with Kaneda, Ken lost the day he lost his mother. He was born knowing who his one and only was, and he lost her before he gained anything else. He never wanted to shove his way into anybody else's space, and he had fought hard, harder than anybody expected of him, to make sure that these people didn't experience the same fate he did that night even if it meant losing one of the most important things he gained. He charged on knowing that the ground was crumbling beneath him, and he'd known that it was since the moment he realized that it was Tetsuo he tried to kill in August.
And just like when he tried to run away in August when he first sensed the end approaching, Kaneda was here to pick him back up. He fists his hands in his shirt like he had done many, many times before, and nods, once.]
I can still be with you?