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[hatesthefood]

First, there's a flurry of motion, a group locked in a deadly struggle for survival. The battle was brutal, the ground under their feet soon damp with vivid splotches of crimson. One by one, the men fell.

The survivor stood in a pool of blood, three bodies scattered around him; one, a younger man that looked like a much younger Mamoru, bloody and wrapped in razor sharp wire. The second was a lanky redhead, his katana still held in his lifeless hand. The third was a tall blonde wearing broken sunglasses and what looked like an almost wry smile frozen on his pale face.

Ken's face was blank, blood seeping from wounds above his eye and along his cheek but there's almost no recognition of pain. Then, he threw his head back and screamed, his hands flexing gloved fingers so blood soaked that the creak would be audible to anyone standing close to him.

[ooc: The battle near the end of the Weiss OVA. If you've never seen the Ken in action, it's a good peek into just how good he is. Feel free to try and talk to him but I'm not promising he'll be very coherent... or nice. ^^;]

Comments

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

We did good work that day, Ken. And it was years ago.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... yeah.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Weiss is finished. You never have to go back.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Then what do I have left?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

I can't answer that for you.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Of course you can't.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

No need to be. I'm not your problem anymore.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

I never said that, Ken. You can't have it every way.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.... I think I want to go home now.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

If I knew a way to send you there, I would.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Really? Even though you know just how far I fall?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

You don't fall. You're too strong.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... are you busy later? After the curse?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

No plans to speak of.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... want to take a walk with me?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

What are you asking?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

God, I just want to be around someone I know and trust. If you don't want to, then don't.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

I'll go with you.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Thanks. The fountain at midnight?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Alright.

spam

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Midnight came, and found Mamoru waiting by the fountain, seated on a bench. He was wrapped up well to avoid the cold.

spam

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken arrived a few minutes after midnight, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his coat. He paused for a moment, letting himself linger in the shadows while he watched Mamoru, then sighed and moved closer.

"... hey. You ok?"

Re: spam

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

He'd just grown to hate this weather as he grew older. Any hint of it. He glanced up to Ken, nodding. "Are you?"

spam

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken had grown a little numb to the cold since he'd spent a good deal of time Underground after Omi left. He shrugged a little and stepped away, knowing Mamoru would join him.

"Just dreams. Right?"