Forgotten
by Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Someone else owns them.
Author's note: I wrote this a long time ago, but I really liked the way it turned out.
"I'm here to visit Mantaro Kinniku." Kevin Mask told the receptionist.
"He is in Ward D722."
Mantaro was scribbling on a piece of dandelion yellow construction paper when Kevin stepped in the ward.
"Hello Mantaro."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Kevin...your friend." Kevin had almost said sweetheart.
"Oh, now I remember. You brought me a Mars Bar last time. I like the bar part, but not the Mars part. I don't know why."
Under his mask, Kevin bit his lip. Of course Mantaro wouldn't like the mention of "Mars", they were enemies after all.
Not that Mantaro could remember: the assault had left him in a childlike state.
Mantaro's assault had confirmed Kevin's secret belief that God did not want him to be happy.
Just when he had found unexpected happiness with Mantaro Kinniku, Mantaro got brutally beaten by a gang of Yakuza punks,
If it had been only two or three, Mantaro might have been able to take them. But there had been seven of them.
Mantaro emerged from a three week coma in a childlike state.
Yes, God did not want him to be happy.
But he probably didn't deserve to be happy either. Kevin knew he hadn't led the best of lives and there was to be punishment for that after all.
"Hey Kevin, wanna see my picture of a gazelle, walrus cowboy and a little boy at the park. I don't know why I drew together, but it looks good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. Sure." Kevin was glad that the mask hid his tears.