poly_chromatic

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weiss kreuz - ken hidaka

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Mara Lesser has left the city.

[The only reaction from Ken is a soft grunt.]

[He's not even going to ask how Ken is because he already knows the answer. Instead he just sits there, sipping at his own drink.]

[Ken stays still and quiet for a long time, still doing nothing more than staring down at the fine grains in the table.]

... I didn't even get a chance to bury her.

[He looks across at him but still doesn't say anything. If Ken is talking then that's a step and he's ready to listen.]

[It's not enough of a step. As soon as he takes another breath, he's silent again.]

[Aya sighs softly.]

She was able to be happy when she with you. I don't think she'd wish for you to be hurt now.

[It doesn't change the fact that Ken is currently and he knows that.]

Well that does me a fucking lot of good, now doesn't it?

[As hostile as the words are, his voice sounds tired and hollow.]

It may when you're ready.

I really don't care anymore. I just... don't.

You don't have to right now.

No 'right now'. No more.

[Rather than argue, Aya just nods. He knows that there is no point in saying that Ken might heal from this currently.]

... go home, Aya. I don't want you here right now.

[As soon as he's finished, he's on his feet, already padding off towards the couch to settle in for the night.]

[He doesn't bother with getting up and decides to ignore that. He's not going anywhere while Ken is like this.]

[He makes a point to not look at Aya and is quiet for a long time.]

... why don't you listen to me? You never fucking listen.

I do listen to you. I listen to you more than I do anyone else in this entire City. Perhaps more than anyone in our world as well.

I don't care. Go away.

No.

[For the first time, he finally looks up at Aya with red-rimmed eyes. Ken stares at his best friend before his hand shoots out to throw the drink at the one person he shouldn't.]

Get. Out.

[Aya tilts his head to the side to let the drink fly past, ignoring how it splatters on him in the process.]

No.

[For a moment, he narrows his eyes before he pointedly turns over to curl up on the couch, back to the redhead.]

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