29 8 / 2014
I wrote this while listening to V.O.S.’s rendition of Shin Seung Hun’s “You’re Just in a Higher Place.” WARNINGS: SAD, OOC? OOC because of Kaito, because, frankly, I don’t think I wrote him in-character for this.
(I’m sorry. I’m unusually in a doom-and-gloom phase right now.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider Gaim.
You’re Just in a Higher Place
She lets out a deep breath when she reaches the last stone step. Overhead, the blue sky shines, and she can hear the chirpings of birds in a nearby tree. Briefly, she lifts her face to the sky, and lets the sun warm her face.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach her destination, a small area shaded by a large tree. She lays her burden in front of the large stone slab, taking another deep breath. “Hello, Kaito.”
He sits perched on the stone, dressed in his customary Baron vest, legs crossed at the knee and his hands folded over one knee. Contrary to his usual brooding expression, his face is open in relaxed welcome. “Hello, Mai.”
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” she says, getting up to sit next to him. “Sorry—things just got so busy.”
He lifts one shoulder. “It can’t be helped. I don’t expect you to come so often.” Because I’m always here hangs between them.
“Everyone’s doing well,” she says in a light tone, in an attempt to lighten the air, “Everyone’s relying on Kouta to rebuild the city.”
He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t say anything. They both know what he thinks of Kouta stepping up in being a leader.
She giggles. “Yeah, right? I can’t imagine it, either, but he’s getting a lot of help.”
“Hmph. That guy has never been good at leading,” Kaito replies. They smile at each other.
“Oh—I didn’t get to tell you. I’m thinking of rebuilding the shrine,” Mai says. “I’ve been able to contact some people to get funds for building.” She throws her head back and looks up at the sunshine filtering through green leaves. “They’ll be done about this time, next year. Isn’t that great?
“And you, Kaito? How have you been doing?” Mai looks over at him, looking at his side profile as the latter looks out in the distance.
“Good. It’s peaceful here. You’ve picked a good spot.”
“Right? Everyone I met here says that it’s always sunny here.”
They fall silent, letting the silence stretch between them, until Kaito lets out a sigh and stands up. “It’s time for me to go.”
She jumps up on her feet. “So soon? Can’t you stay a little longer?”
Kaito turns to her, a small smile curving his lips. “You know I can’t.”
“But…” Unable to keep back her tears, Mai furiously blinks her eyes, trying to keep him in focus.
Kaito reaches out and gently brushes her cheek. “I’ll be back here, again, when you come next time.”
“Promise?” she asks, reaching up to catch his hand, and misses it by just a second. There’s an odd expression on Kaito’s face, and she has to squint her eyes to see him.
“I promise.” And he is gone.
When she can’t see him anymore, Mai rubs at her tear-stained cheeks, smiling up at the sky. “You promised, Kaito! Next time.”
Behind her, the bunches of orange blossoms rustle in the responding breeze.
I need to be reading/watching something that has rainbows and unicorns right now.
27 8 / 2014
Considering that I’m on a Tumblr-posting roll….Kaito/Mai! Because we need more of them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider Gaim.
All is quiet when you enter the makeshift headquarters that Kouta and the others have organized. You consider going out once again, to patrol the area of enemies, when your cursory onceover of the place stops at her, sleeping peacefully on the couch.
You don’t miss the dark circles under her eyes, the drawn cheekbones and the pale skin stretched thinly over fragile bones. Despite her sunny, positive countenance, even she feels the urgency, the direness of the situation, that they may not be on the winning side when this is all over.
You let yourself indulge, just once. Just once.
Moving silently, you approach the sofa, going down on one knee until you’re nearly on the same level, and slowly reach out with your fingers…
….and lovingly stroke the end of a single lock of hair.
GAH. I wish that there was a scene like this in the series. (Like that’s ever going to happen, with all the ship teases Kamen Rider is wont to do.)
27 8 / 2014
sparklingscully said: Hi! Love your blog. I just want to ask, do you know when Itazura Na Kiss Season 2 is going to premiere? Thanks a lot!
OMG! I’m so sorry—I didn’t even notice this message! @.@ ::cries:: (I get so little messages that when they do come, I’m not alerted.)
I DO know that the second season is set to premiere probably in October or (heaven forbid) November, or even December. However, the SP starring the honeymoon is set to air in Japan on September 12, to whet fans’ appetites just for the second season.
Thanks for liking my blog! It’s just a hodgepodge of everything I like. It probably doesn’t make sense to a lot of people. ^^;;;
27 8 / 2014
I once asked zarahjoyce for this prompt when I saw a challenge a looooooong time ago—I just didn’t have the inspiration for it, until now. Written in the duration that I was listening to TVXQ’s “Athena.” I’m not even sure if this makes sense—I kind of went with the flow? It came out…I don’t know…sadder than I expected?
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider Wizard.
Koyomi is slightly disoriented, roused from a fitful sleep as she’s drawn into a too-warm, suffocating stronghold. “Haruto?”
Haruto is mouthing words against her damp skin, face buried into the curve of her neck as the sound of thunder and windy rain outside her window eclipses his voice. She blinks, once, twice, and, finding her ground, wraps her arms around him and dips her head just so, until she can press her cheek on the crown of his head.
(She ignores the sweat in his hair, dripping down his temples.)
Sometimes, just sometimes (more often than she cares to admit), Haruto breaks.
Protecting others’ hopes is no easy task, and she knows all too well the price Haruto pays. Despite the smiling, kind mask he puts on for the Gates, only she knows to look past it; it is during these times she feels that she is useful, that she has the right to stay by his side. She can do nothing else, save for alerting him of the presence of a Phantom.
There’s an arrested, painful squeeze in her chest that she dutifully ignores. Right now, Haruto needs her.
Koyomi tightens her embrace, and murmurs to Haruto that everything will be all right.
26 8 / 2014
10 sentences of Terui Ryu and Sakuta Ryusei if there were to meet. There may be a full-blown fic if I ever have the inspiration.
(Kind of, sort of inspired by my last post?)
Disclaimer: I own neither Kamen Rider W nor Kamen Rider Fourze.
1. Kamen Rider Accel pauses mid-attack. “Zodiarts? It’s not a Dopant?”
2. Ryu stands when he sees visitors filing into his office one sunny morning—all of them in sober black suits, save for one silent figure in blue.
3. The man in blue is introduced as Sakuta, the chief investigator of the case, and with whom Ryu will be working with until further notice..
4. There’s something…off about Sakuta, Ryu thinks, and is immediately wary.
5. There’s a strangely wistful look on Sakuta when he sees the wedding band. “You’re married.”
6. Being sharp as he is, Ryu soon notices that whenever Kamen Rider…Meteor, the mysterious fighter calls himself, Sakuta is nowhere in sight.
7. ….He’s right, by the way, when he notices that Sakuta isn’t all that he seems.
8. He’s the only one to catch Sakuta in a private moment, when he sees the latter sitting by himself in a corner, a faraway look in his eyes and…is that a snakeskin?
9. It’s not long before Ryu finds out the whole story, and feels something like kinship to the reticent Sakuta.
10. They’re more alike than both realize, Ryu thinks, when he offers a hand to Sakuta in farewell. “Good work.”
25 8 / 2014
IF YOU’RE COOL WITH GETTING A KINDA AWKWARD ASK RIGHT THIS SECOND AND PLAN ON ANSWERING IT IN ALL HONESTY REBLOG THIS PLEASE.
I’d be interested. ^^
09 8 / 2014
I…..I don’t know what this is.
OOC? Considering that I wrote this in…what…three minutes? Geez, I’m rusty. And weird.
(EDIT: This is, most likely, the second thing I’ve ever written in the second perspective. Huh.)
You find yourself tuning Kouta’s words out, your eyes straying, to her. And realize, with a pang, that her eyes are focused only on Gaim.
(And whatever you’re fighting for turns to ashes in your mouth.)
There’s no rational explanation for this…this uncertainty that weighs heavily on your mind, invading every crevasse in your head and firmly pushing out thoughts of fighting, of power, of surviving until only thoughts of her are the only thoughts you are aware of.
You don’t like this. You don’t like this at all.
And yet…and yet you cannot stay away from her for too long, for the need to see her with your own eyes is far stronger than other instinct you think you possess.