23 2 / 2014
16 2 / 2014
While he was busy taking a shower, Tomoko hid her favorite snakeskin in a decorative omamori in Ryusei’s suitcase: she could never be too sure.
Ryusei didn’t know it, but hidden in her dresser drawer is an innocuous pink diary she’d received as a gift from Yuuki. Written on the pages were curses and methods detailing how to curse a man should he ever stray.
As he sat back on the sofa, more than just a little drunk (but not yet), he watched the antics of the Kamen Rider Club.
Just a mere year before, he would’ve never believed that he would have anyone else, besides Jirou, to call friends.
Ryusei eyed the monstrous concoction with dubious concern. He knew that he’d already promised Tomoko-chan that he would try what she’d been wanting to try for a long time, but he knew that he should’ve extracted an Promise me I’ll live through this from her.
Ryusei was all ready to bite out expletives when his phone rang at an unholy time of 2:33 in the morning—he had been training for days straight, he’s tired, exhausted, and not unbruised, he might have had a concussion—
He’s already out the door.
36. Clear Skies
When she heard the distant drone of an airplane’s engine, Tomoko would look up at the sky, and smile. Somewhere, under the same blue sky, she believed that Ryusei would be doing the same thing.
37. Heartache (Follows “Endless Sorrow”)
It was difficult to push the words out of his throat when Inga, when she found the picture, gave words of congratulations.
“It would’ve been a girl.” A girl, who would have had Tomoko’s big eyes and beautiful smile, toddling feet and lisping speech, who would request of her mother night after night stories of her father, Kamen Rider Meteor, and his heroic exploits fighting the Zodiarts and rescuing his fair maiden, the beautiful Tomoko-chan.
His video was message was brief, punctuated with moments of static, but the urgency of his goodbye was what lasted, fresh in her mind.
I’ll be back.
When the rest of the team found out that Sakuta’s girlfriend (Since when did he had a girlfriend?!) was taken hostage, trying to stop the man from going berserk trying to get her back was a monumental feat that took nearly the entire team to restrain Ryusei.
Inga, when she was alone, let go of the shiver that threatened to shake her entire body. It would be the first time when she actually felt fear when looking into his eyes.
Tomoko knew that it was just foolish thinking on her part—they were just on the same team, and Ryusei had certainly told her numerous times that he wasn’t like that with Inga Blink.
That didn’t stop the small twinges of doubt, though.
25 1 / 2014
Yes, I am alive. Yes, I’m back to Tumblr and tokusatsu (somewhat).
And no, I haven’t been able to recover anything from my otherwise fried harddrive. I have been rewriting everything my brain remembers, and it’s no little task.
However, I am back. ^^
Here is part 3 of You and I! I am determined to finish it and move onto different projects.
Ryusei doesn’t tell Tomoko about what he sees while on assignment; she doesn’t need to see the reason why his eyes become increasingly more haunted each time he comes home to her.
There is only one thought scrambling frantically through Ryusei’s mind as he struggles to stay awake, hands pressed into the gushing wound on his side.
He never properly told her that he loved her.
If Ryusei’s embrace upon his return was a little too tight and (never) too long, Tomoko says nothing and hugs him just a tightly, knowing that this previous mission was a little harder than the others.
The day after Tomoko confesses, I’ve been in love with you all this time, Ryusei wears it like protective armor: nothing anyone could say or do would be able to chip its way through to him.
He looked around at all of the taped up boxes littering the floor, and turned his head to smile at his companion. “Let’s get started.”
It was their first hatsumoude since they started dating. After they had tossed in their offerings, rung the bells, and offered up their prayers, Ryusei asked, “What did you pray for?”
I prayed that I wished do this every year with you from now on. Tomoko just smiled mysteriously, and answered lightly, “It’s a secret.”
They had everything ready—the little nursery had fresh (baby-safe!) paint on the walls, there were a crib, blankets, pillows, mobiles, a stroller, clothes, diapers, toiletries, and a video camera—and Ryusei hopes that they didn’t forget anything.
….That is, until they both exclaim with surprise at the breakfast table with the realization that they hadn’t settled on a name for the baby.
They’re not as young as they were, naïve high schoolers bent on saving the world—and the universe while they were at it—but Ryusei still thinks that Tomoko is the most beautiful woman in the world.
No, it wasn’t true, Tomoko says stubbornly when Inga Blink and her (and Ryusei’s) superior come one sunny afternoon to deliver the bad news that Ryusei was missing. Her hands were clenched in her lap, the sun glinting on the ring on her finger, her chin was set on a stubborn tilt and the determined glint in her eye told the two visitors plainly that any attempts of dissuading her of any hopes were futile.
If he looked past the black nail polish, the affinity for everything doom and gloom, and the slightly stalkerish tendencies, Ryusei thinks that in Tomoko he has found home.