A rather short story about Asbel and Ketcha. If you don't know whe Ketcha is then you have probably haven't read the manga of Nausicaa, on which this is based.
disclaimer: I don't own Ketcha, Asbel or any of the other characters and places mentioned in the story below, though the plot of this story was my own.
Ketcha buried her head into Asbel's shoulder.
A light breeze stirred their hair and brushed against their skin. They had been through so much; the destruction of Pejitie, the death of the Mani tribe priest, and most recently, the death of Lord Yupa. They understood each others pain and loss perfectly.
Ketcha knew that, even if she wanted to, she would never be able to leave him. Knowing this made her feel vulnerable, insecure, as if she had lost her free will and independence, a feeling that not even the death of her priest had brought up in her. She had tried to leave him.
After Nausicaa had destroyed the Crypts of Shuwa, Ketcha had left Asbel and returned to the remaining members of her tribe. But after a while, she had realized that she didn't belong with them anymore. They were so familiar, yet so foreign. Ketcha couldn't deal with the sadness etched into their faces, sadness for some lass she didn't know or understand. So she left.
Ketcha had thought that Asbel had gone to the Valley of the Wind with the others, but a half-hour after she left on foot, he appeared. They had then embraced like they did know and as he held her she heard him whisper, "I'll never leave you, Ketcha, and we'll always be together".
After that, they both went to The Valley. When they got to there, they found a surprising sight, the Nari Tribe, working with the people of The Valley. Then Asbel had whispered that he was glad because now she would have someone around that knew her language and her culture, who could remind her of the home she was leaving behind.
Asbel had been right; sometimes Ketcha would get lonely and talk to a member of the Nari Tribe about her life growing up. Sometimes she would talk to them just for the sake of talking in a language that was gentle and familiar to her tongue. But even being with people similar to her was nothing compared to being with Asbel.
This morning, he had woken her up early and taken her out to one of the fields that was almost ready to harvest, the long green stocks of the crop were just about turing golden brown. Once there, he had sat down next to her. He held her hand for what must have been an hour. But neither of them noticed, they were to content with looking into eachothers wyes.
Then, suddenly Asbel had hugged Ketch into the tight embrace they where in currently. Ketcha's ears filled with the sound of a beating heart, though she wasn't sure if it was hers or Asbel's. Whomever's it was, it was so loud, Ketcha barely heard Asbel whisper "I love you".
Ketcha then whispered the words she felt like her whole life had been leading her to say "I love you too"
Thanks for reading!
A friend has most of my Nausicaa books at the moment, so if you find any mistakes (like the name of the Dorok tribe that comes to the valley) please tell me, it would be greatly appreciated
