[Everything. Everything that happened these past six months. From the bike to the lamppost. From August's Swear-In to getting shot in the junkyard. To using Koromaru to track him down to Bull colliding head on with his bike. To bringing him home time after time to letting him go with one deal. It felt like a lifetime of hatred and build up. Shouting, screaming, everything was aggressive and hurtful. Nothing was how it used to be before the bike crash in Neo Tokyo. It was one constant nightmare Kaneda had been cursed to live with, and all he could do was wade his way through the deep, murky waters of their relationship, hoping that somewhere, a small ship existed.
None of that mattered anymore. The moment he cries out his name, the MOMENT he asks for help, none of that mattered.
Because this was Tetsuo, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for his frien--no, his BROTHER.
He was Kaneda fucking Shotaro, and he would save him this time.
The pain--he can feel it, and he can feel a tightness in his own waist as it clamps down around Tetsuo's chest. The heart seemed to be under pressure, and wouldn't hold up long. That doesn't stop Kaenda from moving, pushing his legs to their limit to get moving, stumbling out the door and down the steps, gripping the railing to try and make his way towards the Porter.
Traffic could fuck itself. Pedestrians could get out of his way. That constant, growing feeling to vomit gets shoved down by sheer determination. Because there's only one thing that matters in his mind right now, and that one thing is alone--truly alone--in that forest.
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[Everything. Everything that happened these past six months. From the bike to the lamppost. From August's Swear-In to getting shot in the junkyard. To using Koromaru to track him down to Bull colliding head on with his bike. To bringing him home time after time to letting him go with one deal. It felt like a lifetime of hatred and build up. Shouting, screaming, everything was aggressive and hurtful. Nothing was how it used to be before the bike crash in Neo Tokyo. It was one constant nightmare Kaneda had been cursed to live with, and all he could do was wade his way through the deep, murky waters of their relationship, hoping that somewhere, a small ship existed.
None of that mattered anymore. The moment he cries out his name, the MOMENT he asks for help, none of that mattered.
Because this was Tetsuo, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for his frien--no, his BROTHER.
He was Kaneda fucking Shotaro, and he would save him this time.
The pain--he can feel it, and he can feel a tightness in his own waist as it clamps down around Tetsuo's chest. The heart seemed to be under pressure, and wouldn't hold up long. That doesn't stop Kaenda from moving, pushing his legs to their limit to get moving, stumbling out the door and down the steps, gripping the railing to try and make his way towards the Porter.
Traffic could fuck itself. Pedestrians could get out of his way. That constant, growing feeling to vomit gets shoved down by sheer determination. Because there's only one thing that matters in his mind right now, and that one thing is alone--truly alone--in that forest.
And he was going to save him.]