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[Kino no Tabi] The Time Between | Dreams of
Fandom: Kino no Tabi
Characters: Kino, Hermes
Warnings: Some spoilers, I suppose
Notes: The first is a really, really old fanfiction--the oldest I've written, in fact. Around '09, I think? The second was written in January of '10.
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The Time Between
The girl, after checking that all their equipment was intact, gets on the motorrad and starts the engine.
The motorrad asks, "Hey, Kino?"
"What is it, Hermes?" She puts on her goggles and grips the handlebars tightly.
"Where are we going next?"
She shrugs, "We'll see," and smiles.
"Isn't that irrespensible?"
She pushes down the gas pedal and they're off. "Irresponsible," she corrects. "And, yes, it might be, but that's what it means to a traveler. I think I want to be surprised by the next country we come to."
"I don't like surprises. You almost got killed that time, and that time too!" Hermes seemed to be perfectly prepared to give a detailed account of all the trouble they had gotten into but Kino interrupts with a laugh.
"There are lots of good surprises too, you know, Hermes."
"There are more bad ones, though," Hermes quips.
There is quiet for a moment.
"Kino?"
"Ah, sorry, my mind wandered for a bit."
She stops the motorrad.
"I think what you say is true, Hermes, but I also believe that the quality of the good surprises outweighs the quantity of the bad ones."
If a motorcycle could sigh, Hermes would've. "Ah, you're always like this."
A pause as Hermes surveys his surroundings.
"Hey, why did we stop, Kino?"
"There's a fork in the road," she answers, which really isn't an answer at all.
"I can see that."
"So, which way should we go?"
"Whichever way you want, of course! Jeez, you’re always so indecisive, Kino."
She looks left and right.
"Ah, then, let's try left, shall we?"
She starts the motorrad again and veers left.
After a moment of silence, with only the sound of Hermes's engine being heard, the motorrad spoke again. "Hey, Kino?"
"What is it, Hermes?"
"Why do you like being a traveler so much?"
"You don't?"
"No, I don't mind it, but sometimes I feel like this journey will never end."
"You want it to end?"
"It's not that..." Hermes begins and then pauses before resuming. "I don't know how to explain it..."
"I love traveling and seeing the world. I wouldn't mind if this journey lasts forever. Would you mind, Hermes?"
Hermes thinks for a moment. "Hm... Probably not. I was just wondering if you were ever going to get tired. You're only human, you know, Kino, and humans get tired of things easily."
She smiles. "I know. Thanks for worrying about me, Hermes, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of traveling." She pauses. “Remember what I told you before? About why I will only stay in a country for three days?”
“Hm…” The motorrad thinks about it for a minute. “Yeah. You said that you were afraid that if you stayed longer than three days, you would end up settling down…”
“…and cease to be a traveler,” Kino finishes for him.
She stops the motorcycle for a moment and looks up. “Look, Hermes, there’s a bird.”
“It’s hungry and probably wants to eat you.”
“…It’s said that when people see birds flying in the sky like this, they feel an urge to go on a journey.”
“Who said that?”
For a moment, Kino considers the question. “Hm, I forgot.” She smiles, secretive.
“Is it because you saw a bird that you wanted to travel, Kino?”
“Ah, I don’t know,” she replies.
After waiting a while for the bird to disappear from view, “Well, let’s go, Hermes.” And, they start again.
Motorrad and girl both have nothing else to talk about so they remain silent as they make their way across barren and grassy fields.
Suddenly, Kino swerves to a stop at the edge of a small cliff. Countless little buildings dotted the landscape below and skyscrapers towered above. The whole place was a myriad of lights, sounds, and color.
"Wah, it's amazing, Kino," Hermes admires, nevertheless as an afterthought, “but I wonder if something bad will happen here too…”
“Bad things happen everywhere.”
“Nothing bad happened at Master’s place, Kino!” argues the motorcycle. “This is why you shouldn’t have gone on a journey in the first place. The world is a dangerous place.”
"It may be dangerous, but it's still beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah..." Hermes agrees, albeit, a bit reluctantly.
"The danger is part of what makes it beautiful. The world is not beautiful, therefore it is."
“I don’t like that phisography.”
“Philosophy,” she corrects. Then adds, “It’s true, though.”
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Dreams of
Sometimes, Kino dreams.
The scenes flash through her mind, completely grey, without a hint of color, like an old movie reel. They are scenes of the past, of a time long gone, nearly forgotten, lurking only in the darkest corners of her mind.
She dreams of a country of adults, dark and shadowed.
She dreams of a name, one that does not suit her anymore, one that is long gone from her memory.
She dreams of a kind man that tells her of his travels and of the neverending journey ahead.
She dreams of Hermes, telling her about speed and balance.
Sometimes, Kino dreams about before, about things long past.
It's said that when people see birds flying in the sky, they feel an urge to go on a journey.
Sometimes, Kino dreams about what could've been but wasn't, about how her life could've played out but didn't.
I'm afraid if I stay longer than three days, I'll end up settling down and cease to be a traveler.
And, sometimes, Kino does not dream at all.
"Hey, what's your name?" asks the motorrad.
The girl considers the question for a moment before answering, her voice surprisingly strong.
"Kino. I'm Kino."
Characters: Kino, Hermes
Warnings: Some spoilers, I suppose
Notes: The first is a really, really old fanfiction--the oldest I've written, in fact. Around '09, I think? The second was written in January of '10.
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The Time Between
The girl, after checking that all their equipment was intact, gets on the motorrad and starts the engine.
The motorrad asks, "Hey, Kino?"
"What is it, Hermes?" She puts on her goggles and grips the handlebars tightly.
"Where are we going next?"
She shrugs, "We'll see," and smiles.
"Isn't that irrespensible?"
She pushes down the gas pedal and they're off. "Irresponsible," she corrects. "And, yes, it might be, but that's what it means to a traveler. I think I want to be surprised by the next country we come to."
"I don't like surprises. You almost got killed that time, and that time too!" Hermes seemed to be perfectly prepared to give a detailed account of all the trouble they had gotten into but Kino interrupts with a laugh.
"There are lots of good surprises too, you know, Hermes."
"There are more bad ones, though," Hermes quips.
There is quiet for a moment.
"Kino?"
"Ah, sorry, my mind wandered for a bit."
She stops the motorrad.
"I think what you say is true, Hermes, but I also believe that the quality of the good surprises outweighs the quantity of the bad ones."
If a motorcycle could sigh, Hermes would've. "Ah, you're always like this."
A pause as Hermes surveys his surroundings.
"Hey, why did we stop, Kino?"
"There's a fork in the road," she answers, which really isn't an answer at all.
"I can see that."
"So, which way should we go?"
"Whichever way you want, of course! Jeez, you’re always so indecisive, Kino."
She looks left and right.
"Ah, then, let's try left, shall we?"
She starts the motorrad again and veers left.
After a moment of silence, with only the sound of Hermes's engine being heard, the motorrad spoke again. "Hey, Kino?"
"What is it, Hermes?"
"Why do you like being a traveler so much?"
"You don't?"
"No, I don't mind it, but sometimes I feel like this journey will never end."
"You want it to end?"
"It's not that..." Hermes begins and then pauses before resuming. "I don't know how to explain it..."
"I love traveling and seeing the world. I wouldn't mind if this journey lasts forever. Would you mind, Hermes?"
Hermes thinks for a moment. "Hm... Probably not. I was just wondering if you were ever going to get tired. You're only human, you know, Kino, and humans get tired of things easily."
She smiles. "I know. Thanks for worrying about me, Hermes, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of traveling." She pauses. “Remember what I told you before? About why I will only stay in a country for three days?”
“Hm…” The motorrad thinks about it for a minute. “Yeah. You said that you were afraid that if you stayed longer than three days, you would end up settling down…”
“…and cease to be a traveler,” Kino finishes for him.
She stops the motorcycle for a moment and looks up. “Look, Hermes, there’s a bird.”
“It’s hungry and probably wants to eat you.”
“…It’s said that when people see birds flying in the sky like this, they feel an urge to go on a journey.”
“Who said that?”
For a moment, Kino considers the question. “Hm, I forgot.” She smiles, secretive.
“Is it because you saw a bird that you wanted to travel, Kino?”
“Ah, I don’t know,” she replies.
After waiting a while for the bird to disappear from view, “Well, let’s go, Hermes.” And, they start again.
Motorrad and girl both have nothing else to talk about so they remain silent as they make their way across barren and grassy fields.
Suddenly, Kino swerves to a stop at the edge of a small cliff. Countless little buildings dotted the landscape below and skyscrapers towered above. The whole place was a myriad of lights, sounds, and color.
"Wah, it's amazing, Kino," Hermes admires, nevertheless as an afterthought, “but I wonder if something bad will happen here too…”
“Bad things happen everywhere.”
“Nothing bad happened at Master’s place, Kino!” argues the motorcycle. “This is why you shouldn’t have gone on a journey in the first place. The world is a dangerous place.”
"It may be dangerous, but it's still beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah..." Hermes agrees, albeit, a bit reluctantly.
"The danger is part of what makes it beautiful. The world is not beautiful, therefore it is."
“I don’t like that phisography.”
“Philosophy,” she corrects. Then adds, “It’s true, though.”
-
Dreams of
Sometimes, Kino dreams.
The scenes flash through her mind, completely grey, without a hint of color, like an old movie reel. They are scenes of the past, of a time long gone, nearly forgotten, lurking only in the darkest corners of her mind.
She dreams of a country of adults, dark and shadowed.
She dreams of a name, one that does not suit her anymore, one that is long gone from her memory.
She dreams of a kind man that tells her of his travels and of the neverending journey ahead.
She dreams of Hermes, telling her about speed and balance.
Sometimes, Kino dreams about before, about things long past.
It's said that when people see birds flying in the sky, they feel an urge to go on a journey.
Sometimes, Kino dreams about what could've been but wasn't, about how her life could've played out but didn't.
I'm afraid if I stay longer than three days, I'll end up settling down and cease to be a traveler.
And, sometimes, Kino does not dream at all.
"Hey, what's your name?" asks the motorrad.
The girl considers the question for a moment before answering, her voice surprisingly strong.
"Kino. I'm Kino."