Sight for Sore Eyes
part six. final.
by Elise
a/n - hey guys, sorry this is so short, but it's really a conclusion sum up. Thank you for sticking with me. This is my first PRNS fic and I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you did as well. I'll be writing more. Thank you to these reviewers for supporting me:
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Hunter walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Reaching out, he touched the cool glass and sighed. He imagined himself in front of the mirror, mustering up the memories of what he looked like. Cam had promised his father that he would work on the zords today. It was a way for the two to spend some time together, since the samurai had moved out. Hunter overheard the radio playing as an announcer came on, promising vacations, paradise, relaxation, escape. Hunter smiled.
He had finally realized that he wasn't going to get his sight back. He had realized that his life, whereas different from before, was still a fulfilling life. He had worked at Cam's console. Hunter knew motocross better than anything else. Once he conquered his fear, which he promised himself he would, Hunter vowed to get back into motocross as a mechanic. The idea appealed to him, and if he practiced enough, he could always be there at the track. He could be there for Blake, whenever he raced. He had Cam, to be Cam.
A smirk danced onto Hunter's lips. The dialogue was imprinted into his mind. Cam and him, once inside their home, had finally kissed. It was nothing that could be recalled due to the intoxication of the moment. The kiss itself was beyond the capacity of memory. They had talked about their lives, when they first met, their mistakes and when the other first knew of love. Hunter had never been with someone who fulfilled him as much as Cameron did. Hunter grinned, touching his lips at the thought of Cam. They discussed one very important thing, and that was Hunter's health. Cam decided that Hunter needed the equivelent of a youth quest. A journey that, in essence, brought a boy to manhood. It also was a way to search for oneself and their purpose. Hunter, at first, had rejected the idea, saying that an extended walk wouldn't do anything, but now, Hunter had different thoughts.
He grabbed his cane and made his way to the front door. He collected a few things and left behind a lot more. Flashbacks from the walk to the park sped through Hunter's mind as he recognized his fears and decided to move forward anyway. Hunter took a deep breath and took a step out, the sun beating down on his face. It felt like encouraging whispers and Hunter left for the bus depot.
Cam raced into Ninja Ops. His eyes were wide in panic, a piece of paper clenched tightly in his hand. "Hunter! HUNTER!"
"He is not here my son." Sensei said, his voice torn between pride and sadness.
"Hunter, he left. He left, and ran away, and we've got to track him down." Cam said.
Sensei was about to speak when Blake ran into Ninja Ops, much the same way as Cam had. "Hunter! Don't do this! Don't go! HUNTER!" Blake yelled before realizing he was alone with the Watanabes.
Blake stood up, head high, but the two could see the tears threatening to fall in the younger boy's eyes. "Sensei," Blake said, raising a sheet of paper, "Hunter ran off. We've got to find him."
Sensei shook his head, "You will not. Let him run."
Blake crumbled the sheet of paper in his hands, "You don't know him! You don't understand. We stick together. He's my brother. Something happened."
Blake took this moment to glare at Cam. Cam raised his sheet of paper as well, his eyes matching Blake's. "He left me, too, Blake." Cam said.
Blake shook his head, "What happened? I thought things were going well!"
Cam nodded and sat down, burdened, "They were. In fact, it was the best night of my life. I thought... I thought he..."
Blake walked quickly to Cam and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "He did love you. I don't know why he ran. All my note says is that he will miss me and needs his time alone to find something. Sensei, maybe I'm misinterpretting this... did you send him on a quest?"
"No, Blake," Sensei said, "Hunter is finally taking his destiny into his own hands. He is on a journey."
Cam opened his note and read it, "On a journey. I'm sorry. I love you. Hunter."
Blake put his head in his hands and let his tears fall. He had never been away from his brother by choice. Their lives were difficult, but tolerable with the presense of each other. Hunter had protected him his entire life, and now, he only wanted to run to him. Cam returned the earlier favor, pulling the younger ranger to him in comfort. "Hey, Blake, we'll get through it. We'll wait patiently until he returns. He has his morpher with him, so he'll be safe. We'll just wait and live until he returns." Cam said, not knowing where the strength to say that was.
Blake looked up at the younger Watanabe, "What makes you say that? What if he gets hurt, or Lothor gets him, or he decides to stay away?"
"He has to come back, Blake," Cam said, "He loves us."
Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of the plain. He had never been to open plains like this one, so unlike California. He smiled and walked forward. He had a destiny to catch.