tenipuri_xp | One Person Log!

Date: January 15th? After the baking incident
Who: Kenta. And Kaede, kind of (Who is property of

psychobunny, as always, and is on lone to me :D)
Summery: in lew of recent events, Kenta sets out to try and figure out some things.

He... had to get out. For many, many reasons. It wasn’t just the Disastrous Baking Incident, followed by Things Happening Involving His Brother that He Did NOT Want to Know About, or even the fact that he was in the house of someone who considered him a threat to Bunta. Whether or not that was true, Fuji wouldn’t stop giving him side glances when the other thought he wasn’t looking. It was uncomfortable, and would have been utterly depressing if he wasn’t already too saddened to move very much.

Which was the other reason he had to get out. He had to figure out why Kaede was gone. He wasn’t going to give up this piece of him--the only piece he had left--without some kind of a fight.

And so he decided to sneak out, just in the night, when Bunta and Fuji had fallen asleep (After God Only Knows what went on and he wasn’t about to think on it) and the house had fallen quite. He sat up, waiting for a while before slipping slowly to the window. He had gotten good at being quite, being unseen. And if one of them happened to wake up, it wouldn’t be a problem--he'd just seal up the memory of him leaving and send them back to sleep.

It was easy, and then he was out in the cold night air. He pulled his hood up, trotting quickly through the quiet streets, going and going until he reached a busier part of town. He found an alley way, dark and filled with unmentionables. There, he closed his eyes and reached out, brushing against the minds around him, trying to find... something, anything.

He waited and waited, reading into drunken men's mind, pulling away from thoughts of lust and money, focusing on the negative, the angry buzzing that called to some dark part inside him. He focused on the drunken rage from a fight in the bar next to him, a quarreling couple, someone hissing threats in the next ally way over. He focused and brought it inside himself so much that he forgot his sorrow, forgot the pain of everything. All he could feel was anger, the thirst for revenge, the pure essence of living.

Be careful, Ken. Someone whispered and he nearly jumped, clamping a hand over his mouth. It was Kaede. This is kind of dangerous, around here, you know. As if he had never disappeared. As if he had never died.

"I know." Kenta nodded once, smiling softly, but somehow it felt a little cruel. "I always am."

And there was a moment as Kaede thought about it, maybe, but in that moment Kenta felt it. The type of anger he honed in on the most. He could here it now--the shouting as an older, male voice bore down on one much smaller. It was close, and Kenta sprinted down the alley way, searching for it.

"You're one of them, aren’t you??" A man sneered at the waitress he had pinned against the wall. She shook her head, eyes full of tears.

Bastard. Kaede cursed. Kenta didn’t know if she was a mutant or not--he could barely see her. All he could see was the man. Saw the man's thoughts, the rage-filled redness of his mind. And he saw the man jerk, stumble backwards and choke. Kenta watched quietly as he constricted his touch, stopping the man's lungs from moving, watching as he suffocated. The girl had run off sometime, having not even seen Kenta hiding in the shadows.

I wish you'd do that.. differently. Kaede's voice was like a caress--one he so painfully missed.

"I do it for you." he replied simply, bending down to see if the man had anything on him. He wasn’t one to waste, and stealing from dogs never hurt him anything. He had already sold his sole long, long ago. "I'd do anything for you."

There was a laugh, and a flush of feeling he had only ever experienced with Kaede like this, so ghost-like behind his eyes. It was something, instead of the nothingness he had to look forward to. But without thinking, he struck off again in the night. He'd go until he couldn’t any longer, relying on luck and Kaede's guidance to bring him back to the house where he could sleep.

When he woke up, he'd remember, remember mostly how he missed the sound of Kaede's voice in his ears, rather than echoing, sounding nothing like a real voice. He'd remember and then Kaede would be gone again--replaced by the unending, irremovable anguish that had consumed every waking moment.