[Heropa wasn't Kaneda's usual daily stop--but he tended to frequent it rather regularly. Riku lived there, Lucky Cat Cafe was there, and the warmer climate made for a nice way to thaw after a long bike ride.
But this time he had something to drop off to Heropa 015. It's nothing fancy, not even wrapped, and honestly, he found it while roaming Maurtia Fall's junkyard again. A broken pocket watch, once all silver, but now with hints of dark blue trim and interior. The roman numerals stand out around it, and the silver chain. Not one of worst touch ups, to say the least. It was hard getting into the more details parts of the watch, but dismantling the lids from the watch itself certainly helped.
Honestly, it was overdue. With all that Minato did with Ken, with Tetsuo, he knew he had to give something--thanks were just words sometimes. Ken trusted Minato with his life, told him everything, things he wouldn't even tell Kaneda.
And he had to put his trust in both of them, even if his heart didn't adjust to it.
It's before Minato comes home, and he's let in by one of the other house members. It's quick, in and out before he can even be offered anything or to catch up. Walking into Minato's room and laying the pocketwatch down on the table.
[ The strange thing about it was that Minato liked the fact that it was broken.
It reminded him of how clocks would stop during the Dark Hour. It reminded him of timelessness, of being able to freeze everything and just exist for a while until life (or death) had to resume. It's comforting, this idea that he doesn't have to keep marching on toward his fate all the time.
But there's no way for Kaneda to know all of that... is there? Why would he give this to him?
Minato stands there in his room staring down at it, bemused but appreciative, for quite a while before the light bulb comes on.
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Feb 6th; night
But this time he had something to drop off to Heropa 015. It's nothing fancy, not even wrapped, and honestly, he found it while roaming Maurtia Fall's junkyard again. A broken pocket watch, once all silver, but now with hints of dark blue trim and interior. The roman numerals stand out around it, and the silver chain. Not one of worst touch ups, to say the least. It was hard getting into the more details parts of the watch, but dismantling the lids from the watch itself certainly helped.
Honestly, it was overdue. With all that Minato did with Ken, with Tetsuo, he knew he had to give something--thanks were just words sometimes. Ken trusted Minato with his life, told him everything, things he wouldn't even tell Kaneda.
And he had to put his trust in both of them, even if his heart didn't adjust to it.
It's before Minato comes home, and he's let in by one of the other house members. It's quick, in and out before he can even be offered anything or to catch up. Walking into Minato's room and laying the pocketwatch down on the table.
With a note:
It's broken.
Maybe someone knows how to fix it.
-金田
And with that, he's gone.]
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It reminded him of how clocks would stop during the Dark Hour. It reminded him of timelessness, of being able to freeze everything and just exist for a while until life (or death) had to resume. It's comforting, this idea that he doesn't have to keep marching on toward his fate all the time.
But there's no way for Kaneda to know all of that... is there? Why would he give this to him?
Minato stands there in his room staring down at it, bemused but appreciative, for quite a while before the light bulb comes on.
Is today... my birthday? ]