This is a Ken/Sam drabble I must've forgotten to post...
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The colourful bouquet of flowers held in Ken's hands trembled in the harsh wind that swept through the deserted graveyard. It was nearing sunset, but these days his parents weren't too concerned about what time he got home—they were still grieving over Sam's untimely death.
That's all anyone seemed to care about these days. The death of the boy genius. No one asked about the younger brother who loved Sam more than anyone. No one cared that he was even more upset and angry than those raging fangirls… or even his own parents. His parents had lost a son, yes, but more importantly to them, they had lost a source of pride in the family and apparently Ken just didn't make the cut as a replacement for them. He could never substitute the Ichijouji prodigy…
Ken had lost a brother—the person he went to when he was feeling down, the one that made everything bad seem just that much bit better. If Ken looked up to anyone, it was Sam.
All he wanted right now was to be comforted by the one who understood him best… but most of all; he just wanted his big brother back.
Tears slipped down Ken's face as he gently placed the bouquet on his brother's new and polished grave. He would have liked to sit down and share all of his pent-up feelings with the empty graveyard, but what use would that be? He felt like Sam was a million and a half miles away.
His sigh was captured by the wind and whisked away as he turned from the source of his misery and left the cold, cruel grave of his hero.
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