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Jun. 17th, 2013 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyleklimWhen Kyle was seven years old, Akane walked into his room and found him drawing. He had a box of crayons and a stack of printer paper (who knew how he had gotten it; one of the cats had probably helped), and was wearing the armor, and filling sheet upon sheet with drawings of something that looked slightly familiar, but not entirely. She asked him what he was drawing and he looked up--she couldn’t tell, through the helmet, if he was smiling--and told her it was his old home.
As far as she knew, he had lived in this house with Sigma for his entire life, but as she looked over the pictures again, she realized they were depictions of every room in Rhizome-9--every room he’d been allowed into at that age, at least.
Well, they knew it would happen eventually.
Another year passed before Kyle asked Sigma about it. He didn’t really want to. He didn’t want to bother his father, after all. But he wanted to make sure he wasn’t crazy or anything. When he mentioned that he could remember another time where they lived on the moon and there was no Akane and father looked different and never talked to him, a pained look came over Sigma’s face. Kyle was expecting the worst--maybe he was crazy after all--but then Sigma shook his head and said, “no, Kyle, you’re fine. That’s just something that happened in a different world, a long time ago.”
Kyle’s face fell. That wasn’t as bad, but it was still pretty bad. Moon-Kyle was very unhappy, after all, and moon-father wasn’t nearly as nice as real-father. He sort of wanted to ask why (why moon-father ignored him and why there was no moon-Akane), but he also didn’t want to bother real-father, because then maybe real-father would start ignoring him just like moon-father used to.
It took him a long time to realize that he was remembering more of moon-Kyle’s life as real-Kyle got older. When he first remembered moon-Kyle asking moon-father for a mother, he felt really happy and excited. It would be Akane, wouldn’t it? Even if she looked different, like how father looked different now than he did then. It had to be her, because she was his mother, right?
But then the woman he remembered had red hair, and freckles, and didn’t look like Akane even a little bit, and didn’t move like Akane, and moon-father introduced her as a robot.
That was when real-Kyle started feeling awful. He didn’t want to remember how lonely moon-Kyle had been for nine whole years or how much moon-father didn’t seem to care about him and he didn’t want to think that maybe moon-father and real-father were the same, even though real-father was so much nicer. He tried not to think about it too much. He couldn’t really help it, though. He started spending more time in his room so that father and Akane wouldn’t see him so upset.
But sometimes they came in anyway, and then they helped him, and that made him feel better, so it was okay.
Real-father eventually told him that Akane came to stay with them on the moon later. He didn’t remember that yet, but it was a good thing. He wanted moon-Kyle to be happy because then real-Kyle could be happier, too.
But he was pretty sure it was going to take a while, and in the meantime he had to do his best to only worry about this Kyle, not the moon Kyle. Everything was okay here, after all. There were people and cats and things to do. He didn’t have to feel so sad all the time. Telling himself that barely helped, but he was trying.
As far as she knew, he had lived in this house with Sigma for his entire life, but as she looked over the pictures again, she realized they were depictions of every room in Rhizome-9--every room he’d been allowed into at that age, at least.
Well, they knew it would happen eventually.
Another year passed before Kyle asked Sigma about it. He didn’t really want to. He didn’t want to bother his father, after all. But he wanted to make sure he wasn’t crazy or anything. When he mentioned that he could remember another time where they lived on the moon and there was no Akane and father looked different and never talked to him, a pained look came over Sigma’s face. Kyle was expecting the worst--maybe he was crazy after all--but then Sigma shook his head and said, “no, Kyle, you’re fine. That’s just something that happened in a different world, a long time ago.”
Kyle’s face fell. That wasn’t as bad, but it was still pretty bad. Moon-Kyle was very unhappy, after all, and moon-father wasn’t nearly as nice as real-father. He sort of wanted to ask why (why moon-father ignored him and why there was no moon-Akane), but he also didn’t want to bother real-father, because then maybe real-father would start ignoring him just like moon-father used to.
It took him a long time to realize that he was remembering more of moon-Kyle’s life as real-Kyle got older. When he first remembered moon-Kyle asking moon-father for a mother, he felt really happy and excited. It would be Akane, wouldn’t it? Even if she looked different, like how father looked different now than he did then. It had to be her, because she was his mother, right?
But then the woman he remembered had red hair, and freckles, and didn’t look like Akane even a little bit, and didn’t move like Akane, and moon-father introduced her as a robot.
That was when real-Kyle started feeling awful. He didn’t want to remember how lonely moon-Kyle had been for nine whole years or how much moon-father didn’t seem to care about him and he didn’t want to think that maybe moon-father and real-father were the same, even though real-father was so much nicer. He tried not to think about it too much. He couldn’t really help it, though. He started spending more time in his room so that father and Akane wouldn’t see him so upset.
But sometimes they came in anyway, and then they helped him, and that made him feel better, so it was okay.
Real-father eventually told him that Akane came to stay with them on the moon later. He didn’t remember that yet, but it was a good thing. He wanted moon-Kyle to be happy because then real-Kyle could be happier, too.
But he was pretty sure it was going to take a while, and in the meantime he had to do his best to only worry about this Kyle, not the moon Kyle. Everything was okay here, after all. There were people and cats and things to do. He didn’t have to feel so sad all the time. Telling himself that barely helped, but he was trying.
