IC: Rethen Konuma
Location: Balmorra
The words of famous poets echoed in Konuma's mind, but none of them could suffice for the emotion he now expressed. Indeed, the bond of five years does little, but the bond of blood does a good bit for the ill-expressed memories.
The truth is that Rethen knew of Dai little, and since the day he had departed from his life he had seen nothing of his brother. There were days when he would lie about, wondering what had become of the shy and introverted five year old he had left with a wave on Tatooine.
One would have naturally expected to hear nothing of a reunion between the two, but perhaps more astonishing was how distanced the two were and how such a one-sided reunion came to exist.
Psychologists would call it an aspect of human nature that celebrities or other such notables rarely are associated with reality. People think little of the time after the holo-cams turn off and people move about their daily lives. Fame was a symbol of community that erupted from the minds and considerations of the middle-classes to aspire to, yet the thought of actually achieving such an aspiration rarely seemed much more beyond the dream of a fantasizing child.
For Rethen, the tale of Dai Konuma had been written out of his own story with little intention of crossing the paths again. It was for that reason, then, that such an enormous response erupted from Rethen when found himself staring at his last name in the paper, and the unforgettable first name associated with it.
Dai Konuma, the famous podracer, was the brother of Rethen Konuma, a simple business-man who lived nothing if not an ordinary life.
In the outset of his journey Rethen had found only cheap labour, but his will to succeed pushed him through the hard years until he established himself on Balmorra as an average man lost in the crowds of humanity. His push to Balmorra had not been intential, but he found the lands suitable enough, and settled there.
He had no intention of returning or hearing of his family, and only occasionally would the thoughts of how Dai or Jecht were doing floated to his mind. But destiny took it to salvation, and Dai was on the papers. Of Jecht, he knew little.
From the moment Dai's existence became known to Rethen, his career was followed with an obsessive interest. Never did the holo-cam show a minute of footage that Rethen had not been watching, and his interest in sports had somewhat estranged him from some of his friends, though, at the same time, replacing them with more sports-inclined people.
The name of Konuma was not lost on his acquaintances, and, though he insisted on his brotherhood, few people took him seriously, marking him up as a sports-fan eager to be a distant relative to a famous player or racer. This unfortunate truth had prevented any meeting between the two, and, in the course of fate, of Rethen Dai saw nothing; of Dai Rethen saw much.
It is easily conceiveable, then, that Rethen was watching the championship race, cheering when Dai took the lead. But the pure terror that could be expressed when Dai's ship fell and the entire fiasco unfolded before Rethen's eyes...of that, words cannot describe. He had moved around the next few days in a daze, almost as if his life moved on without him. Rethen was, in essence, to shocked to realize the tragedy, but when it finally did hit, it hit him hard.
Gemma Konuma knew little on how to soothe her husband's distress, for, indeed, she was of the minority that believed the connection between Rethen and Dai. For the pair one week had rivaled itself into an eternity, and they knew not how to settle anything except to take life as the days moved by. Indeed, it was sometimes easier to just handle the seconds that come at you then to group them into larger foes.
Beyond concern, however, was which course of action to take. Life without Dai was not the equivelent it had been back before the reintroduction, and the mysitification's superceeding on a course of action began to wane considerably. Grief in the immediate sense had largely been dealt with; the future complications of emotion stained the pages of Rethen's existence.
Fantastic dreams of revenge coursed through his mind like blood through veins, yet the remained firmly in the realm of fantasy and he considered little sagacity from them. But Rethen realised that ultimately he must do something, for, indeed, he never had found himself to be as passive as his brother had been.
The idea that struck him also horrified him. Perhaps, indeed, the only way to find out the truth was to get it from where it was hidden.
Podracing.
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