Six Different Kinds of Love

Kenz-Kenz

(A/N: Drawing of Kenzie by yours truly ;)

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LENA DERALTO
My hair stood on end as me and Kei trembled through the forever dark forest, incredibly heedful of our surroundings this time, just awaiting some deadly creature to jump out from behind a tree.
It felt like hours.
But we had finally made it out after several moments of labour and fear.

"H-How much longer...till...?"

I peered over at Kei who's face displayed nothing other than sheer disappointment.
She shook her head.

"....The...Portal..."

I mumbled, looking down.
God Akimato...I hope you're in a better situation than I am right now...
But most of all....I hope I'll even get to see you again.
Please be on the other side of the Portal for heavens sake...

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KENZIE
I was sat on the couch, my arms and legs folded, my eyes twitching.
The whole entire house was dead silent.
I hate this.

I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
I flicked through all the channels, not seeming to find anything of interest. I couldn't really find much interest in anything, though.
The place was so quiet and miserable it started to remind me of home. Home...Huh?
Haven't thought about 'Home' in a while.

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The box of tools in my hands were heavy but I was strong enough to carry it.
I placed it down on the desk, wiping the drops of sweat off my forehead.
Pops will be pleased to see me working hard, right?
I slid off my muddy boots and gloves so that I could enter the house.
I closed and locked the door behind me and put the kettle on after filling it with some water.

Whilst I waited for the kettle I stared out the greasy, dirty window.
I like where I live.
It's peaceful, the country side always has been.
There are no snobby rich kids, everyone's so gentle.
Well, except from that snotty faced Easton.
He can burn in Hell.
Despite Easton being one of my only neighbours and kid that's actually my age, he's a right bastard.
My window gazing was interrupted by the kettle.
I poured some hot tea for Pops and brought it to the living room.
The TV was still playing but he was fast asleep, the remote control still in his hand.
He always does this.
Honestly, he snores louder than the animals that live on Easton's family farm.
I put the tea on the table and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, but just as I was doing so, I saw an advertisement for a Nightclub.
There were loads of people, blasting music, shots of alcohol back and forth.
City people...
They're style is so different from mine.
I wonder what I'd look like in a dress like that...

"Kenz-Kenz..."
That familiar, low, husk voice.
The voice of an old man who was slowly withering way.
But also the voice of my old man.
Pops...I want to live the life you couldn't.
I want to go to the city...I've never been before.
That's my only wish.

Anyway, no time to daydream, there's always work to be done around here.

"Coming Pops!"

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Whatever.
Home was a shit life anyways.

As I was flicking through the channels, someone's light footsteps pattered down the stairs behind me.
I didn't bother to see who it was and kept flicking through the TV channels.
Then they came and sat down on the opposite side of the couch.