AN: Okay, let me just preface this by saying that I in no way shape or form intended for this to be taken seriously. In English class one day, we had to look at a picture and create a story from it, using a simile, a metaphor, and personification. My picture was one of a guy with suspiciously bluish hair standing next to a big rock and wrapped in a traveler's cloak. This was the day after I finished Gurren Lagann, so I thought, 'What if that's Simon?' And thus, out of my obsessed mind, was borne this story.
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TENGEN TOPPA GURREN LAGANN. Actually, I don't even wish I did. Stupid Yoko __
The Monument
/She's gone… my beloved Nia is gone…/ the hobo inwardly cried out as he traversed the barren countryside. He shivered, pulling his once bright blue and red coat closer to his freezing body.
/My darling Nia… My beautiful flower*…/ he stopped when he arrived at the memorial site that was shrouded in a morning fog. Engraved were the names of those from the Dai Gurren Dan who had fallen during their final battle. He traced the names gently, stopping and remembering his fallen comrades.
/Zorothy Kanai… Ailak and Kidd Coega… Jougan and Barimbo Bakusa… Makken…. Kittan Bachika…/ he fondly thought their names, remembering their faces and personalities. /Never stopped fighting, did you?/
/Kamina… Aniki… you were strong and bold, like the powerful Gurren you commanded…/
To him, it seemed as though the memorial was speaking to him, encouraging him, telling him to press on.
Simon looked up at the barren trees, smiling as he continued on through the dusk.