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Title: 26
Fandom: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Characters/Pairings: Simon and Kamina, Kamishimo if you feel like it.
Genre: Drama yo.
Rating: G
Summary: Simon's reflections during the infamous episode 26.
Simon knew he has something very, very important to get to. He knew that he was wasting time here, and that the something he had to do was ridiculously urgent and that if he didn't get a move on soon enough he would lose his window of opportunity and something close to him would be lost forever. He knew this, just as he knew how to breathe.
But Kamina.
It had been years -years, God, entire years!- since he'd seen Kamina. All he'd had to go by were pictures drawn by artists, a few videos here and there of when Kamina was inside Gurren's cockpit. He'd watched those endlessly. Memorized his features, the cocky little laughs that he already knew so well. The way his hair flipped into his eye sometimes, until he directed a puff of air at it to send it away only for a second. Simon had touched the screen when Kamina had moved forward to fiddle with something on the display panel, and it was almost like touching his hand. He'd cried that night; Nia arrived in the morning to find him curled up on the couch and clutching a red blanket to his chest.
Nia!
But...Kamina...!
He watched as Kamina turned to him, spoke, explained his universe; of course, it made perfect sense. He couldn't believe he'd bought into that fake version of his beloved Aniki, that cowardly shadow. He hated it now, loathed the lie it was and represented. How dare the Anti-Spirals use Kamina's memory like that? They would pay.
Kamina's fingertip poked his chest, and the feeling was so nostalgic and yet so new that all Simon could say was, "Aniki." Aniki, Aniki, Aniki. His Aniki.
His Aniki.
The hand withdrew and Simon fought the urge to grab it back, to grab at Kamina, to drag him against him and know that it wasn't a dream, or a screen or a video inside of Gurren's cockpit or a cartoon or a lie, this time. Just this time. Simon needed it. Needed Kamina. Needed Aniki. They watched the sky together, and Simon soaked in all that was Kamina, feeling so safe, and loved and warm and more than he'd felt in the past seven years. It was so strange; technically, Simon was older than Kamina, as his memory ended at seventeen. He was taller, older, wiser, and here he was clinging to his presence with all the pretense of a toddler, drinking in Kamina and begging him with his eyes and his stance to never, ever ever leave. Please stay, Aniki.
Or let me stay. "I need to go," he found himself saying instead, and felt immediate betrayal. His body wasn't listening to him. Didn't it understand? He needed to stay!
"This is our final goodbye. Get going, kyoudai." Kamina's grin was infectious, and Simon couldn't help but grin back, even as his eyes stung and his voice shook inside of him.
"Not a goodbye. We're still together." I'd rot in this dreamworld for you. It would disappoint Aniki if he did. I love you, Aniki. He turned, gave Kamina his back. Looked at the beams of light holding his memories, and concentrated.
Knowing he was leaving the most precious memory of all right behind him.
Fandom: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Characters/Pairings: Simon and Kamina, Kamishimo if you feel like it.
Genre: Drama yo.
Rating: G
Summary: Simon's reflections during the infamous episode 26.
Simon knew he has something very, very important to get to. He knew that he was wasting time here, and that the something he had to do was ridiculously urgent and that if he didn't get a move on soon enough he would lose his window of opportunity and something close to him would be lost forever. He knew this, just as he knew how to breathe.
But Kamina.
It had been years -years, God, entire years!- since he'd seen Kamina. All he'd had to go by were pictures drawn by artists, a few videos here and there of when Kamina was inside Gurren's cockpit. He'd watched those endlessly. Memorized his features, the cocky little laughs that he already knew so well. The way his hair flipped into his eye sometimes, until he directed a puff of air at it to send it away only for a second. Simon had touched the screen when Kamina had moved forward to fiddle with something on the display panel, and it was almost like touching his hand. He'd cried that night; Nia arrived in the morning to find him curled up on the couch and clutching a red blanket to his chest.
Nia!
But...Kamina...!
He watched as Kamina turned to him, spoke, explained his universe; of course, it made perfect sense. He couldn't believe he'd bought into that fake version of his beloved Aniki, that cowardly shadow. He hated it now, loathed the lie it was and represented. How dare the Anti-Spirals use Kamina's memory like that? They would pay.
Kamina's fingertip poked his chest, and the feeling was so nostalgic and yet so new that all Simon could say was, "Aniki." Aniki, Aniki, Aniki. His Aniki.
His Aniki.
The hand withdrew and Simon fought the urge to grab it back, to grab at Kamina, to drag him against him and know that it wasn't a dream, or a screen or a video inside of Gurren's cockpit or a cartoon or a lie, this time. Just this time. Simon needed it. Needed Kamina. Needed Aniki. They watched the sky together, and Simon soaked in all that was Kamina, feeling so safe, and loved and warm and more than he'd felt in the past seven years. It was so strange; technically, Simon was older than Kamina, as his memory ended at seventeen. He was taller, older, wiser, and here he was clinging to his presence with all the pretense of a toddler, drinking in Kamina and begging him with his eyes and his stance to never, ever ever leave. Please stay, Aniki.
Or let me stay. "I need to go," he found himself saying instead, and felt immediate betrayal. His body wasn't listening to him. Didn't it understand? He needed to stay!
"This is our final goodbye. Get going, kyoudai." Kamina's grin was infectious, and Simon couldn't help but grin back, even as his eyes stung and his voice shook inside of him.
"Not a goodbye. We're still together." I'd rot in this dreamworld for you. It would disappoint Aniki if he did. I love you, Aniki. He turned, gave Kamina his back. Looked at the beams of light holding his memories, and concentrated.
Knowing he was leaving the most precious memory of all right behind him.