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songstarkengo started following you
“Kengo-kun!! Right..? You’re Kengo-kun and not Kengo-chan…” She watched her friend carefully, just coming back from spotting a female Kengo had confused her a little so she was just making sure. “Okay It is you. Hi! I missed you.” She charged forward like a girl on a mission and put her hands out to hug her friend she had not seen in a while.
“Start calling me ‘chan’ and I’ll renounce you, just for your information.” Kengo scoffed, hands on his hips, but as she reached to hug him, he didn’t make an effort to move out of the way.
Fourze movie
OOC:
Haven’t been around since October, I think, and my Kengo-muse is more rusty than ever, and I haven’t been in the rp-ing mood lately either…
But I’m still not willing to give this muse up, so… I’m out of the loop like you won’t believe it, but if someone feel like doing some random logging or something, just send me an ASK if you wanna. ^.^;;
frostbite883 asked:
What if you, Gentaro and Yuki had been space themed Sentai Heroes from the start (with you as a blue ranger, Genta, a red ranger and Yuki was a yellow one)? How would things turn out if y'all had the weapons, vehicles and roll call that're like Super Sentai ones, but none of the zords because your ranger powers and such could defeat Zodiarts of any size? (And mod, how would you feel if Genta acted as the defacto leader of the team and getting top billing in the credits if this happened)?Why would that even happen? But fine, hypothetically speaking? I don’t think I would have minded it, as long as my health didn’t bring the team down. Being an active sentai member would mean a lot more physical exercise, you know. The powerdizer is yellow, so some sort of modified version of it would belong to Yuki, while I guess Kisaragi and I would get a motorbike each. But wouldn’t the absence of zords defy the whole sentai deal? I don’t know. Honestly? I don’t know how it would turn out.
(… I really don’t mind that Kisaragi gets credit where credit’s due, in real life or in some made up alternative reality. If you’d asked me months ago, my answer would have been different.)
kingdizer started following you
Daimonji-senpai. Hi.
The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: The Explosion of...
Gentaro pulls Kengo’s arm down gently. “Despite everything else I told them, they considered the story of the Core Child to be too fantastic. They tried to cure me of believing in you, and it failed every time. Because while I make a lot of friends, I’ve never made an imaginary friend. ” he stares at Kengo sadly. “How would you feel if someone tried to convince you that the greatest man in your life never existed?” Gentaro’s crying now, but he has the presence of mind to put down the soldering iron.
“The one thing I told those quacks was ‘Look at the belt. Look at all those Switches. I’m not clever enough to come up with that. The one you say never existed built all of that! Kengo’s 150 years away and he’s more real to me than the doctor standing right in front of me!’ And that’s when I threw the last shrink they assigned me out a window into the hall.”
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“Out a window? Seriously?” Kengo tries to laugh, but to his own horror, all that comes out is a sob, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s pulling Gentaro close, like the black haired boy did with him once before. It’s quite clear that Gentaro isn’t the only one crying. It’s the fatigue, Kengo wants to tell himself. Of course he wouldn’t be as emotional otherwise. Still. How dare they? How dare they? They can’t tell Gentaro something like that. They can’t treat him like that. It doesn’t matter if it’s 150 years into the future or not.
His own doubt… Well, he doesn’t know what to say about that. Sometimes he wonders if he’s real. What there is in his life that is real, besides Yuuki and Gentarou and Ryusei and the Kamen Rider Club. He’s been shuffled around ever since he was a baby, from different ‘relatives’ to foster homes to where he is now, where he lives alone in a simple student apartment. No adult around to ask about him, no adult around that cares. (Except Emoto. But to think about Emoto is to think about an entirely new slew of pain and he can’t do that. Not right now.) But he has to be real. He’s experienced these eighteen years. Right? They haven’t been anything someone else has imagined. There’s no way.
“That you believed in me… Gentaro, that’s… I mean, it’s…” He knows so well what he wants to say. How incredible it is. How moved he is. How it makes him feel complete. But he can’t say it. The words fail to slip over his tongue. All he can do is to choke back another sob, and it’s so pathetic. But as long as Gentaro’s the only one who can see, then he guesses that it’s alright.
The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: songstarkengo:...
The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: songstarkengo: The Explosion of… Kengo sighs, fighting…
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Kengo sighs, fighting what he fears is a losing battle against trying to clear his mind. “Just… Work on that thing,…
Over the span of the hour, Kengo has taken the opportunity to nap a few times, always being jolted awake by one thing or the other. Now, however, he’s feeling somewhat better, and he listens to Gentaro with a dark look on his face. “What kind of bullshit is that?! Who do they think they are?!” In spite of his own strength, he stands up, glaring at Gentaro as if it’s his fault, even though he’s perfectly clear that it isn’t. “Why would they even say that?” Does it mean his existence is a bother to Gentaro, that he shouldn’t really be? Is that it? He matters so little so that people in the future says he’s only that? A figment of Gentaro’s imagination? Does it mean he matters so little in Gentaro’s life?
The Explosion of Youth: songstarkengo: songstarkengo: The Explosion of… Kengo sighs, fighting...
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Kengo sighs, fighting what he fears is a losing battle against trying to clear his mind. “Just… Work on that thing, okay? I want… No. You NEED to feel better, Kisara— Gentaro.” It’s still strange to use his first name. But he likes it….
“If you want me healthy, you get me a new body.” He regrets the words as soon as they’ve left his lips. It’s bad enough that he vanished - died - and that doesn’t mean he can act like a bastard towards Gentaro, who’s only trying to look out for him, even when he feels less than stellar himself. … Oh, the ironic pun. Kengo almost wishes he could pass out to escape himself for a moment, but the medical switch has restored enough energy to him for it to be impossible. Instead he nods. “Let’s just do it. You’re right. We’ll worry later.”
songstarkengo: The Explosion of...
Kengo sighs, fighting what he fears is a losing battle against trying to clear his mind. “Just… Work on that thing, okay? I want… No. You NEED to feel better, Kisara— Gentaro.” It’s still strange to use his first name. But he likes it. Likes the way it rolls over his tongue. He also likes the close proximity of the other boy, but he doesn’t want to analyze that feeling right now. Doesn’t feel like he can, even.
“Like hell man. My pain can wait.” Gentaro reaches over for the Medical Gauntlet, and plugs the switch in. “I don’t even care if I have to give up a year of my life. I’ll do it just to make you better.” Before Kengo can stop him, Gentaro grasps Kengo’s hand in the gauntlet and starts pouring healing energy into him. “I’m a moron, Kengo. I didn’t realize how much pain using Fourze would cause you. But I want you to come back to me. I want you at your best!”
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Kengo does object, but it’s to deaf ears apparently, and he can only look miserably at Gentaro as energy pours into him. “You idiot. You bloody idiot.” He almost want to push Gentaro away, but he can’t bring himself to do it. “You’re not giving up even a damn second of your life for my sake. Come on! I’ll be fine. I…” He’s getting too emotional, and he hates it. So to keep matters from going worse, he simply shuts up.
