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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. ^^;]

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Mamoru curled his hands into fists, watching Ken leave.

"You're not the only one hurting, Ken."

"I know I'm not but you need to stop lying to yourself about not having anyone that cares for you. You know it's bullshit and it's about time someone called you out on it. Since you got back, you've been pushing people away and that's your doing. I know you say you have to keep your distance emotionally, but why? This isn't like it is back home. We're all we've got to keep out sanity and I've got precious little of that to spare."

"Because it hurts too much to go back and forth."

There. It was out now.

That made Ken stop.

"Pain is part of the life we've been given. It's the part that reminds us we're still alive. Love reminds us we're still human enough to feel anything more than pain."

"Maybe," Mamoru said. "But I can't even go out for a walk without upsetting you."

He sighed and let the blades slide back into hiding.

"I just 'woke up' from a dream that made me remember just how much I like the feel of blood on my skin. I'm a little disturbed and I was before I came out here."

Mamoru closed his eyes and looked to the side.

"Your nightmare is one of the best memories I have."

He smiled faintly.

"... yeah. Right up until I pulled the trigger after it was all over. I think that was the first time I realized I liked it."

Mamoru took an unsteady breath.

"I left Weiss because my grandfather was going to have you killed. I can't -- I can't go back and forth anymore. I made my decision and I have to stay by it."

"Your grandfather isn't here."

Privately, he thought that he'd rather be dead if it meant Mamoru wouldn't have to have made such a choice but he kept the thought to himself.

"You're right... you made your decision."

"I know he isn't. But I can't keep..." He shrugged a little.

"... I understand."

Reaching up to brush some hair out of his eyes, he turned and started back towards the entrance to the Underground.

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