Hi There, Kiyoko.
By Connor Bible
Based on Akira by Katsuhiro Otomo
Hi, Kiyoko.
It's me, Akira.
If you get a hold of this, just understand that I'm out there somewhere.
I understand it's been a long time since we saw each other last, but I can't put an exact finger on how long. I'm asleep. I get the feeling that if I wake up, it'll feel like I've only dozed off for about ten seconds.
Time flies away in the winds. The more you waste it, the faster it leaves.
Sorry.
I'm getting a little too melodramatic. I was always the serious type, wasn't I? Ha-ha. I was also a kid, just screwing around. When you're a rookie to the game, you're a little cocky. It grows on you.
Remember that one time at the tables? When I blew up the television? Yeah, that was me. I think that was shortly after the bus dropped us off. I was a little apprehensive at first. What boy wouldn't, being separated from his mom and dad for God knows how long.
They... well, he... didn't seem to mind. That was the sad part. My old man was one of those salary types you see going down the street, eyes fixated on the watch, briefcase in hand, always chiding you about your grades so that you can get a job as an executive in one of those banks or whatever it is that salarymen do.
I actually tried on a suit once. I was looking in the mirror, and I didn't like what I saw. In fact I felt empty. A photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy.
I feel the same now.
I'm sure you understand what happened. With the blast. With the war. With me.
Do you want to know where I am?
I'm nowhere.
It's just me and my demons.
I have this recurring dream. I'm in a field with you. I think its up in the country. Away from the noise of Tokyo. Away from them. Away from this mess I've started...
God.
Why was I born?
Why did I get this gift? Why did you?
How the hell can anyone know?
How can it be a gift? All it brings is pain.
Just... God.
Why?
Kiyoko?
ARE YOU THER
KYKO