Passing by the landing zone every day in the hopes of seeing someone he recognized was a hope Kengo had given up on a long time ago. After all, by now he had been on Omega for two months with only one familiar arrival. While he had met up with Ryusei, it was difficult to spend so much time watching the shuttles and waiting for another familiar face. All he could do was check the network and keep word going that he was looking for certain people. By now, he'd given up almost all hope of seeing Gentarou again. There had been no more news of the dead returning to life, other than the initial message he'd heard shortly after arriving. Maybe that had been a lie, but Ryusei had been taken from a time separate from him. ... maybe he would be lucky enough for something like that to happen, but he doubted it.
Today happened to be one of the days where he passed through the landing zone on his way home from work, feeling even more tired than usual. The events of the last few weeks were really taking their toll on him. There was too much to think about or worry about. All he wanted to do anymore was sleep and avoid dealing with it, but it was something he knew he couldn't do.
Kengo kept one hand in his pocket as he walked, head down and watching the ground. The only thing that snapped him out of it was when he heard the all-too-familiar exclamation, his attention immediately snapping to the direction of the voice. No... He had to have imagined it...
Except... the source of the voice was standing a few yards away, the appearance so familiar that it made Kengo's stomach twist. It couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. As much as he'd wanted to see him again -- how much he'd tried to keep his hope alive since arriving -- Kengo had no idea how he was going to deal with finally seeing his friend again.
"Kisaragi..." Kengo could already feel his body shaking, tears in his eyes. It had to be a lie. He'd seen his friend die, held his body and felt how cold he was. This had to be some sort of trick... But he couldn't even move to approach the other yet, his mind still trying to process what was going on.
i hate you and your stupid face. ;__;
Today happened to be one of the days where he passed through the landing zone on his way home from work, feeling even more tired than usual. The events of the last few weeks were really taking their toll on him. There was too much to think about or worry about. All he wanted to do anymore was sleep and avoid dealing with it, but it was something he knew he couldn't do.
Kengo kept one hand in his pocket as he walked, head down and watching the ground. The only thing that snapped him out of it was when he heard the all-too-familiar exclamation, his attention immediately snapping to the direction of the voice. No... He had to have imagined it...
Except... the source of the voice was standing a few yards away, the appearance so familiar that it made Kengo's stomach twist. It couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. As much as he'd wanted to see him again -- how much he'd tried to keep his hope alive since arriving -- Kengo had no idea how he was going to deal with finally seeing his friend again.
"Kisaragi..." Kengo could already feel his body shaking, tears in his eyes. It had to be a lie. He'd seen his friend die, held his body and felt how cold he was. This had to be some sort of trick... But he couldn't even move to approach the other yet, his mind still trying to process what was going on.