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tampered2007-08-12 11:48 pm
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Log; Complete
When; August 12th, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Yoko {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redsniper} & Kamina {ignitesoul}
Summary; It's something of a shock to wind up in the City, let alone finding out that the man you loved and whobig spoiler is there as well. Reunions occur with much enthusiasm and emotion~
Log;
Yoko was waiting for Kamina.
She was waiting for Kamina and he was dead, but he was coming to meet her and she was waiting for him. He’d spoken to her, he-
The red-haired girl was sitting on a bench, her large rifle slung over her shoulder, the familiar strap nestled between her breasts, and her head in her hands. She was crying, something, it felt wet. It had been fine, when she hadn’t known where she was. It had been amazing, looking at this City. The lights were beautiful, the night was warm, the buildings… breathtaking.
But what had really taken her breath away was hearing Kamina’s voice. She’d watched, heard, him die. She’d watched Kittan and Dayakka pull his body from Gurren’s cockpit. He was died, and she was waiting for him, she could barely grasp it, could barely breathe after hearing his voice over the headset communicator.
Hey, Simon. Hadn’t it been just days earlier she’d said that. I was in love with Kamina. But when she’d said that, he’d been dead.
Now she had to wait fifteen minutes.
>>>
Kamina shut the computer, and he paused for a second, staring at the flat machine that had allowed him not only to discover but hear that Yoko was also in the City. What had he felt at the time? Was it joy, relief, desire, regret? Was it a mix of all four, or more? He couldn't tell.
All he knew was that he had to run. Fast.
The man snatched up his cape, the tattered thing he'd taken care that previous night to wash and mend. He hadn't really succeeded in the latter, but at least it was clean, and his wounds were well-bandaged and he wasn't bleeding anymore. He didn't want to face Yoko in that state.
He'd never been in the gardens before, but he believed—simply believed—that he knew where he was going and his feet would take him to the waiting girl. Sure enough, after a few wrong turns and a bit of backtracking, Kamina slowed to a halt a few feet away from the redhead, bent over, crying.
For a few moments, he did nothing. He stood there and watched. Then, swallowing hard, he approached and knelt down in front of her. "Yoko."
>>>
He was here.
Yoko looked up, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her gloved hand, trying to smile. She didn’t know how he was here, or why, but-
“Kamina.” She tried to think of something to say, what did one say to someone who was dead? Yoko struggled for a moment, tried to think. Simon, Dayakka, Leeron, Nia, Kittan… Dai-Gurren…
“Kamina...” Yoko gave up trying to explain, to think of what to say, something ten times better, and simply unsnapped the strap of her rifle so she could scoot forward, slip off the bench and onto her knees on the dirt path to fling her arms around his neck and bury her face in his shoulder, his cape, shaking. She hated this, crying like this, but-
He was here.
>>>
She slumped against him, her entire body shaking with sobs, and he could do nothing but wrap his arms around her in a comforting embrace. He was never good at making people feel better. Sure, they always claimed he'd been the one to inspire them, to make them believe they could do what they wanted, but how was he going to dry the tears of one girl—the girl he broke his promise to, the girl who watched him die?
"Hey," he began, awkwardly, in an attempt to cheer her, "Yoko, don't—I'm not—" He wasn't doing very well. "...Yoko, there's no need to cry. Shhh. I'm here, I'm here."
He'd done it for Simon: embraced him in the dark, patted his back until the cries quieted, whispered encouraging words. He was doing it now for Yoko, for the girl he'd left behind. And then, supposing it was the right thing to do, he kissed the top of her head before pulling her closer and burying his face in her hair.
A part of him steeled for the inevitable question about his temperature, and his heartbeat—or lack thereof.
>>>
Yoko clung to him, fisted her hands in his cape and cried. She hadn’t permitted herself to cry like this before, she’d pretended it was rain, when she’d seen his body. She’d pretended it was the shower, when she’d pressed her forehead to the tiles and cried what she hadn’t in front of anyone else.
She couldn’t pretend here.
“Kamina-” He wasn’t… there was no pulse in his neck against her cheek, and it only drove home that somehow he was here, but he was still dead. The leader of the Great Gurren Brigade, the one among them that had seemed immortal.
“I missed you.” She choked out, behind loud, hiccupped sobs, feeling him, solid, real next to her, when she’d never thought to hope for it ever again.
>>>
It was touching, really, and Kamina couldn't help but smile at her confession. "I missed you too," he allowed himself to say, knowing it would reassure her. He sat there and let her cry, let her cling to him as if he would disappear forever, because isn't that what he'd done? Promised to return only to break it?
And that was the guilt that weighed on him the most.
"Yoko..." He struggled for the right words. "I meant to keep my promise. I really did." His hands tightened around her back and shoulders. "I guess it wasn't enough."
>>>
She quieted slowly, let her sobs turn to tears, and then to sniffles. Shaking her head slowly, she finally raised her head and smiled weakly, a trembling, near weak sort of gesture but full of every emotion she had, every part of her, still clutching at his shoulder, wiping her eyes.
“I forgive you, Kamina.” Yoko whispered, taking in the sight of him, had it only been… two weeks? Seven days of rain, and then six days to Teppelin. And then it had been over.
“You still owe me, though.”
>>>
He smirked then, full of conviction. "And I intend to repay you tenfold."
Gently taking her chin in one hand, he pulled her towards him again, angling his head so they wouldn't bump noses. It was only the third time their lips had ever touched, but this time around there was an added fervor of two young people long separated, long mourning, and finally reunited.
And then it was over, and Kamina was still smirking. "Now don't tell me that wasn't at least a hundred times better," he whispered, stroking the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
>>>
It was a hundred times better. Way more than ten times better. Better than a hundred times better.
“A thousand times better.” She got out, breathless, though it hadn’t lasted that long, but the anticipation, the fact that it was him and he was here, and… that’s what it was.
Moving her hands, she clasped one of his, looked down softly and ran her fingers over his knuckles, a quiet smile, eyes red and cheeks wet.
“We did it, Kamina.”
>>>
That was quite the ego boost. The man beamed at her, nearly chuckled. He stood then, pulling her up with him, one arm snaking around her waist to keep her close. "And that was just one kiss!" he declared. "I hope your imagination is running wild, Yoko!"
Her next words only made him grin wider, if that was entirely possible. "You beat them?" He hoped that's what she meant. "The Spiral King and the Beastmen? And Simon... did he grasp heaven at last?"
>>>
Yoko blushed furiously at his comment, almost hit him but settled for bumping into his hip with hers, a ‘hmmph’ in the back of her throat.
“It is not!” She protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and looking cross for half a second before she couldn’t anymore and smiled again, less troubled, more confidant.
“Yeah.” The sniper saluted, a near comic gesture. “All four generals, the Spiral King, defeated by the Great Gurren Brigade under command of Leader Simon.” She was proud, it was evident, relieved, too, and… happy.
>>>
He laughed then, proud and at ease, and all of his guilt—at abandoning Yoko, at deserting Simon and the whole damn brigade—vanished.
"Good!" With a whirl of his cape, he spun around and jabbed his finger to the sky. "And now humans can flourish on the surface! I knew you had it in you, Simon!" he shouted at the clouds that passed overhead.
Turning again to smile at Yoko, he held his hand out towards her, inviting her down the garden path. "I want you to meet people," he said. "I want to show you these really cool things, things you've only dreamed of. You won't believe your eyes."
>>>
Her hands had clasped behind her, bouncing on her heels as she watched him, her smile growing so slightly, watching him.
That was Kamina, alright.
She turned away from his hand, one moment, to snatch up her rifle again, shouldering the weapon nearly her height and adjusting the strap. This… this was the next step in the adventure, wasn’t it? This was… the next path, the next way. And he was here.
“Lead the way, Kamina.” Yoko met his gaze, steady, eyes bright gold from earlier tears as she squared her shoulders. Teppelin had fallen. The Spiral King was dead. Simon had led them to victory.
And she took his hand.
Rating; PG
Characters; Yoko {
redsniper} & Kamina {ignitesoul}Summary; It's something of a shock to wind up in the City, let alone finding out that the man you loved and who
Log;
Yoko was waiting for Kamina.
She was waiting for Kamina and he was dead, but he was coming to meet her and she was waiting for him. He’d spoken to her, he-
The red-haired girl was sitting on a bench, her large rifle slung over her shoulder, the familiar strap nestled between her breasts, and her head in her hands. She was crying, something, it felt wet. It had been fine, when she hadn’t known where she was. It had been amazing, looking at this City. The lights were beautiful, the night was warm, the buildings… breathtaking.
But what had really taken her breath away was hearing Kamina’s voice. She’d watched, heard, him die. She’d watched Kittan and Dayakka pull his body from Gurren’s cockpit. He was died, and she was waiting for him, she could barely grasp it, could barely breathe after hearing his voice over the headset communicator.
Hey, Simon. Hadn’t it been just days earlier she’d said that. I was in love with Kamina. But when she’d said that, he’d been dead.
Now she had to wait fifteen minutes.
>>>
Kamina shut the computer, and he paused for a second, staring at the flat machine that had allowed him not only to discover but hear that Yoko was also in the City. What had he felt at the time? Was it joy, relief, desire, regret? Was it a mix of all four, or more? He couldn't tell.
All he knew was that he had to run. Fast.
The man snatched up his cape, the tattered thing he'd taken care that previous night to wash and mend. He hadn't really succeeded in the latter, but at least it was clean, and his wounds were well-bandaged and he wasn't bleeding anymore. He didn't want to face Yoko in that state.
He'd never been in the gardens before, but he believed—simply believed—that he knew where he was going and his feet would take him to the waiting girl. Sure enough, after a few wrong turns and a bit of backtracking, Kamina slowed to a halt a few feet away from the redhead, bent over, crying.
For a few moments, he did nothing. He stood there and watched. Then, swallowing hard, he approached and knelt down in front of her. "Yoko."
>>>
He was here.
Yoko looked up, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her gloved hand, trying to smile. She didn’t know how he was here, or why, but-
“Kamina.” She tried to think of something to say, what did one say to someone who was dead? Yoko struggled for a moment, tried to think. Simon, Dayakka, Leeron, Nia, Kittan… Dai-Gurren…
“Kamina...” Yoko gave up trying to explain, to think of what to say, something ten times better, and simply unsnapped the strap of her rifle so she could scoot forward, slip off the bench and onto her knees on the dirt path to fling her arms around his neck and bury her face in his shoulder, his cape, shaking. She hated this, crying like this, but-
He was here.
>>>
She slumped against him, her entire body shaking with sobs, and he could do nothing but wrap his arms around her in a comforting embrace. He was never good at making people feel better. Sure, they always claimed he'd been the one to inspire them, to make them believe they could do what they wanted, but how was he going to dry the tears of one girl—the girl he broke his promise to, the girl who watched him die?
"Hey," he began, awkwardly, in an attempt to cheer her, "Yoko, don't—I'm not—" He wasn't doing very well. "...Yoko, there's no need to cry. Shhh. I'm here, I'm here."
He'd done it for Simon: embraced him in the dark, patted his back until the cries quieted, whispered encouraging words. He was doing it now for Yoko, for the girl he'd left behind. And then, supposing it was the right thing to do, he kissed the top of her head before pulling her closer and burying his face in her hair.
A part of him steeled for the inevitable question about his temperature, and his heartbeat—or lack thereof.
>>>
Yoko clung to him, fisted her hands in his cape and cried. She hadn’t permitted herself to cry like this before, she’d pretended it was rain, when she’d seen his body. She’d pretended it was the shower, when she’d pressed her forehead to the tiles and cried what she hadn’t in front of anyone else.
She couldn’t pretend here.
“Kamina-” He wasn’t… there was no pulse in his neck against her cheek, and it only drove home that somehow he was here, but he was still dead. The leader of the Great Gurren Brigade, the one among them that had seemed immortal.
“I missed you.” She choked out, behind loud, hiccupped sobs, feeling him, solid, real next to her, when she’d never thought to hope for it ever again.
>>>
It was touching, really, and Kamina couldn't help but smile at her confession. "I missed you too," he allowed himself to say, knowing it would reassure her. He sat there and let her cry, let her cling to him as if he would disappear forever, because isn't that what he'd done? Promised to return only to break it?
And that was the guilt that weighed on him the most.
"Yoko..." He struggled for the right words. "I meant to keep my promise. I really did." His hands tightened around her back and shoulders. "I guess it wasn't enough."
>>>
She quieted slowly, let her sobs turn to tears, and then to sniffles. Shaking her head slowly, she finally raised her head and smiled weakly, a trembling, near weak sort of gesture but full of every emotion she had, every part of her, still clutching at his shoulder, wiping her eyes.
“I forgive you, Kamina.” Yoko whispered, taking in the sight of him, had it only been… two weeks? Seven days of rain, and then six days to Teppelin. And then it had been over.
“You still owe me, though.”
>>>
He smirked then, full of conviction. "And I intend to repay you tenfold."
Gently taking her chin in one hand, he pulled her towards him again, angling his head so they wouldn't bump noses. It was only the third time their lips had ever touched, but this time around there was an added fervor of two young people long separated, long mourning, and finally reunited.
And then it was over, and Kamina was still smirking. "Now don't tell me that wasn't at least a hundred times better," he whispered, stroking the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
>>>
It was a hundred times better. Way more than ten times better. Better than a hundred times better.
“A thousand times better.” She got out, breathless, though it hadn’t lasted that long, but the anticipation, the fact that it was him and he was here, and… that’s what it was.
Moving her hands, she clasped one of his, looked down softly and ran her fingers over his knuckles, a quiet smile, eyes red and cheeks wet.
“We did it, Kamina.”
>>>
That was quite the ego boost. The man beamed at her, nearly chuckled. He stood then, pulling her up with him, one arm snaking around her waist to keep her close. "And that was just one kiss!" he declared. "I hope your imagination is running wild, Yoko!"
Her next words only made him grin wider, if that was entirely possible. "You beat them?" He hoped that's what she meant. "The Spiral King and the Beastmen? And Simon... did he grasp heaven at last?"
>>>
Yoko blushed furiously at his comment, almost hit him but settled for bumping into his hip with hers, a ‘hmmph’ in the back of her throat.
“It is not!” She protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and looking cross for half a second before she couldn’t anymore and smiled again, less troubled, more confidant.
“Yeah.” The sniper saluted, a near comic gesture. “All four generals, the Spiral King, defeated by the Great Gurren Brigade under command of Leader Simon.” She was proud, it was evident, relieved, too, and… happy.
>>>
He laughed then, proud and at ease, and all of his guilt—at abandoning Yoko, at deserting Simon and the whole damn brigade—vanished.
"Good!" With a whirl of his cape, he spun around and jabbed his finger to the sky. "And now humans can flourish on the surface! I knew you had it in you, Simon!" he shouted at the clouds that passed overhead.
Turning again to smile at Yoko, he held his hand out towards her, inviting her down the garden path. "I want you to meet people," he said. "I want to show you these really cool things, things you've only dreamed of. You won't believe your eyes."
>>>
Her hands had clasped behind her, bouncing on her heels as she watched him, her smile growing so slightly, watching him.
That was Kamina, alright.
She turned away from his hand, one moment, to snatch up her rifle again, shouldering the weapon nearly her height and adjusting the strap. This… this was the next step in the adventure, wasn’t it? This was… the next path, the next way. And he was here.
“Lead the way, Kamina.” Yoko met his gaze, steady, eyes bright gold from earlier tears as she squared her shoulders. Teppelin had fallen. The Spiral King was dead. Simon had led them to victory.
And she took his hand.