AN: Felt like writing an Akira fic, and this idea popped up. Short, disjointed, probably very bad because I haven't watched Akira in a few weeks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Akira or any characters, places or objects associated with it.
Summary: Set in the future. Kaneda remembers.
Alive
Memories. So old and worn that they had almost been forgotten. The Harukiya, bike gangs, the Clowns...almost like a dream.
He couldn't even recall the image of Neo Tokyo, neither the neon lights illuminating the land for miles, or riding around the city with Kai, Yamagata, Tetsuo...
The whole ordeal with Tetsuo was long over, but it had never really left Kaneda's mind. Watching your closest friend swell and mutate into something so...inhuman isn't something one forgets easily.
But why had he remembered it now? Why, so many years after, did the memory pop up now? It wasn't even like he had returned to Neo Tokyo. Not that there was anything to return to, after the city had been reduced to rubble, nobody saw much use in rebuilding. Why bother wasting so much money and effort when the finished product would probably end up like the old Neo Tokyo?
Everything was returning. Old memories, of wrinkled children and mutated teenagers and gang fights and rebels and Kei...Kei, who he had maybe loved once. She was long gone, dead? Maybe. She had left the country a few months after Neo Tokyo was wiped off the map. She had had a better education than Kaneda. She could go places, she could become successful...Kaneda had never even finished high school, but that wasn't his fault.
It wasn't like he cared much either way. Kei had been gone for years, her face nearly forgotten, almostlike a stranger's. And Kaneda had never bothered about any form of education. Not that itwas importat now. He was alive, and that was all that really mattered to him.