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15: last kiss
Confusion was the first word, really-- and, he supposed, the last. It was a certain tension that resided between the two of them. Makoto had come to appreciate just what the raven haired boy before him had experienced, the stories he had to relate, the odd and dismissive philosophy that pervaded his existence, changing the way he'd thought about despair time and time again, with every conversation.
It would seem that they'd even become friends, in the events leading up to the entry into the simulation. And he was never very sure, when it came to things like this, whether the other felt comforted or in any way gratified by his meddling, but Makoto dearly hoped that he could make some sort of impression on this boy who was neither despairing nor hoping, but somewhere beyond the two, perhaps above. An unattainable goal for most people. Just out of reach.
So it struck him as odd that the boy had leaned down to give him a gentle peck, before standing straight, an implacable, elusive look on his face, the one he always carried, colored with the slightest bemused expression. Makoto had nothing left to say to Izuru Kamukura as he walked into the pod room, and Kamukura had nothing left to say to him. It was all up in the air from here. This would be the last time he saw Izuru as he was. And, he guessed, this was goodbye.