Kamen Rider W - A Phillip By Any Other Name (G)
Title: A Phillip By Any Other Name
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: I refuse to call this fic slashy, because they would TOTES DO THIS IN CANON. But, read into it as you will ;)
Rating: G
Warnings: Episode 16 spoilers. The episode is up for download at TV Nihon, there are no longer excuses. XD This would come the night of the ending of Ep16, for those interested.
Summary: After one of the most difficult nights of their lives, Phillip searches for the only comfort he can still depend on
Notes: GOOD LORD, I'M A WRITING MACHINE LATELY. My apologies to those of you following this comm who could care less about Kamen Rider W. The muse has a solid hold on me (and lolz, I actually have readers for my fics! Writing is so much more fun when you know there's an audience.) So, if you want to know if there is an order to my writing, THERE IS ALWAYS AN ORDER TO MY WRITING. This comes after These Conflicting Feelings and before Traditions.
I'm not sure if anyone has noticed, I LOVE writing stuff when people are sleeping. I like sleep.
I fail at betaing myself after midnight. It's just a short drabble though, so whatever Since when did 1200 words become a short drabble?
As always, comments are love, and help me guide my fics writing decisions! Let me know what you think!
~~~
It was that awkward time of the year. The night after taking down the Christmas decorations, but still where putting up the decorations for New Years was a little early. The whole office just felt... empty.
It didn't help that ever since they had arrived back from that horrible fight, everyone kept to themselves. Akiko wandered off early, not even making it back to the office. She had mumbled something about needing to soak in the onsen for a bit and having a good, long sleep. She hid her rope-burnt hands well, hardly mentioning her pain.
They all seemed to be hiding their pain that night.
Shoutarou lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been getting colder, but not enough to bother him. His mind refused to settle down as he thought about that day. Did it really happen? The set up. They were after Phillip. Actively after Phillip. He knew they would be, that was why Phillip was hidden in the first place. But the feeling of seeing his young partner stumble out of that vehicle, seeing those monsters go after him... watching Phillip run out of the building... Shoutarou's heart broke just at that memory, that fear washing over him of knowing Phillip was as good as dead at that moment. That sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing that it would be better being dead, knowing Phillip was safe over trying to fight and risking both their life. The way he quickly gave up, simply because he thought Phillip would stand a better chance that way.
Not many people had ever made Shoutarou compromise his very character, just for their safety. And that thought was a whole other barrel of fish to contemplate. But not tonight. That was something to worry about later.
The sound of bare feet softly plodding across the floor made Shoutarou jump, not realizing how on edge he was until he realized his hand was already over his Joker memory, ready to transform in a second. In his defence, Phillip's silhouette looked much different than he was use to. The chubby teen had spent most the evening much in the way this whole problem started - steaming off the weight like boxer would. It wasn't going to happen overnight, but for Phillip's luck, a lot of his weight gain seemed to be him just bloating like a balloon. He would be back to normal soon enough, but until then, Shoutarou had a chubby little Phillip to worry about.
“Shoutarou?” Phillip peaked around the corner into his room, eyes scanning the room for his partner. “Can I come in? I couldn't sleep...”
Shoutarou sighed as he rolled over, pulling the covers back on his blanket, offering him space on the bed. “Come on then. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Phillip mumbled as he quickly crawled under the covers, pulling the warm blankets over the two of them. The added weight on Phillip's small frame made the mattress sag a little, Shoutarou slipping down toward him as he was caught off guard. Despite the horrified look on his face as he scrambled back to his spot, the detective laughed. “My stomach still hurts too. I think I ate too much.”
“You think?!” Shoutarou couldn't help but be sarcastic as he struggled to keep on his own side of the small mattress. “I hope you learnt your lesson. If you haven't, you will tomorrow. We're going to run until you can keep up with me again, I don't care if we're running all day.” Phillip could only nod quietly. He didn't seem up for talking much, the quiet boy seeming even more quiet, more unwilling to talk. Perhaps now was not the time for joking, considering the day they had just had. Shoutarou knew what he had been through, and had an idea of what Akiko had been through. But Phillip used Fang. That simple fact made Shoutarou realize that whatever he and Akiko had been through, it was nothing compared to what had gone through his partner's mind. “Come on, let's just sleep, okay?” All he got was a simple nod, and Phillip snuggled up against Shoutarou without even asking, wrapping his arms around the detective's waist, resting his head on Shoutarou's bare shoulder.
It was so much easier for Shoutarou's mind to rest with Phillip right there next to him. He didn't have to worry about that psychobitch coming to take him away. He didn't have to wonder what that noise was, if someone was coming in through another entrance, if magical monkey ninjas were sneaking through the windows to steal his young partner away.
Though he was sure Fang could deal with the monkey ninjas. Shoutarou didn't like that thing walking about. It crept him out.
“She said my name was Raito.”
Phillip's confession broke through the darkness like a knife, something about his words stinging against Shoutarou's skin. “She said my name was Raito, and that I'm...”
“The child of fate.”
“Yeah.”
The silence that followed was painful. Shoutarou could feel Phillip's arms around his waist tighten, searching for something to hold on to. He knew he wasn't slipping away any more, but that feeling, that horrible horrible feeling of knowing your life isn't completely your own, that before Phillip, there was this completely different life where you were named Raito, and god knows what happened then... It was enough to swallow him whole to the fear and pain of Fang once more.
“Did you know me?” Phillip's voice was tiny, a whisper. “Did you know me as Raito?” Shoutarou shook his head, not expecting Phillip to see him, but to simply feel the moment of his chin brushing that direction over Phillip's hair. “I didn't even know my name was Raito... I have a completely different life out there, somewhere. As Raito.”
The sigh that came from Shoutarou then was enough to make Phillip's head rise and fall as it continued to rest on the detective's chest. “Perhaps you did, perhaps you didn't... I don't know, to be honest. The boss named you Phillip, and when he... well. That night, I swore to keep the boss' promise to protect you. Those people before... Those monsters from today... That's not your life now.”
Phillip was silent for what seemed to be ages. “She was very pretty,” Phillip observed. “Her eyes though... they were so cold. She opened her arms to me, and all I could feel was coldness and hate. She didn't look so pretty then.” Shoutarou kept quiet, wondering if this was one of those moments where Phillip just needed to... talk. Not that he talked often. But perhaps he did. “...I like the name Phillip more.”
The detective waited for Phillip to say more, but was met with silence. The sound of his breathing slowed down to the heavy, calm pattern of one deep asleep. Shoutarou pulled the blankets and tucked them over Phillip's shoulders, making sure his young partner was warm. Even he could feel his eyelids beginning to droop.
It was much easier to fall asleep, knowing there was nowhere safer for Phillip than in his arms that night.
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: I refuse to call this fic slashy, because they would TOTES DO THIS IN CANON. But, read into it as you will ;)
Rating: G
Warnings: Episode 16 spoilers. The episode is up for download at TV Nihon, there are no longer excuses. XD This would come the night of the ending of Ep16, for those interested.
Summary: After one of the most difficult nights of their lives, Phillip searches for the only comfort he can still depend on
Notes: GOOD LORD, I'M A WRITING MACHINE LATELY. My apologies to those of you following this comm who could care less about Kamen Rider W. The muse has a solid hold on me (and lolz, I actually have readers for my fics! Writing is so much more fun when you know there's an audience.) So, if you want to know if there is an order to my writing, THERE IS ALWAYS AN ORDER TO MY WRITING. This comes after These Conflicting Feelings and before Traditions.
I'm not sure if anyone has noticed, I LOVE writing stuff when people are sleeping. I like sleep.
I fail at betaing myself after midnight. It's just a short drabble though, so whatever Since when did 1200 words become a short drabble?
As always, comments are love, and help me guide my fics writing decisions! Let me know what you think!
~~~
It was that awkward time of the year. The night after taking down the Christmas decorations, but still where putting up the decorations for New Years was a little early. The whole office just felt... empty.
It didn't help that ever since they had arrived back from that horrible fight, everyone kept to themselves. Akiko wandered off early, not even making it back to the office. She had mumbled something about needing to soak in the onsen for a bit and having a good, long sleep. She hid her rope-burnt hands well, hardly mentioning her pain.
They all seemed to be hiding their pain that night.
Shoutarou lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been getting colder, but not enough to bother him. His mind refused to settle down as he thought about that day. Did it really happen? The set up. They were after Phillip. Actively after Phillip. He knew they would be, that was why Phillip was hidden in the first place. But the feeling of seeing his young partner stumble out of that vehicle, seeing those monsters go after him... watching Phillip run out of the building... Shoutarou's heart broke just at that memory, that fear washing over him of knowing Phillip was as good as dead at that moment. That sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing that it would be better being dead, knowing Phillip was safe over trying to fight and risking both their life. The way he quickly gave up, simply because he thought Phillip would stand a better chance that way.
Not many people had ever made Shoutarou compromise his very character, just for their safety. And that thought was a whole other barrel of fish to contemplate. But not tonight. That was something to worry about later.
The sound of bare feet softly plodding across the floor made Shoutarou jump, not realizing how on edge he was until he realized his hand was already over his Joker memory, ready to transform in a second. In his defence, Phillip's silhouette looked much different than he was use to. The chubby teen had spent most the evening much in the way this whole problem started - steaming off the weight like boxer would. It wasn't going to happen overnight, but for Phillip's luck, a lot of his weight gain seemed to be him just bloating like a balloon. He would be back to normal soon enough, but until then, Shoutarou had a chubby little Phillip to worry about.
“Shoutarou?” Phillip peaked around the corner into his room, eyes scanning the room for his partner. “Can I come in? I couldn't sleep...”
Shoutarou sighed as he rolled over, pulling the covers back on his blanket, offering him space on the bed. “Come on then. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Phillip mumbled as he quickly crawled under the covers, pulling the warm blankets over the two of them. The added weight on Phillip's small frame made the mattress sag a little, Shoutarou slipping down toward him as he was caught off guard. Despite the horrified look on his face as he scrambled back to his spot, the detective laughed. “My stomach still hurts too. I think I ate too much.”
“You think?!” Shoutarou couldn't help but be sarcastic as he struggled to keep on his own side of the small mattress. “I hope you learnt your lesson. If you haven't, you will tomorrow. We're going to run until you can keep up with me again, I don't care if we're running all day.” Phillip could only nod quietly. He didn't seem up for talking much, the quiet boy seeming even more quiet, more unwilling to talk. Perhaps now was not the time for joking, considering the day they had just had. Shoutarou knew what he had been through, and had an idea of what Akiko had been through. But Phillip used Fang. That simple fact made Shoutarou realize that whatever he and Akiko had been through, it was nothing compared to what had gone through his partner's mind. “Come on, let's just sleep, okay?” All he got was a simple nod, and Phillip snuggled up against Shoutarou without even asking, wrapping his arms around the detective's waist, resting his head on Shoutarou's bare shoulder.
It was so much easier for Shoutarou's mind to rest with Phillip right there next to him. He didn't have to worry about that psychobitch coming to take him away. He didn't have to wonder what that noise was, if someone was coming in through another entrance, if magical monkey ninjas were sneaking through the windows to steal his young partner away.
Though he was sure Fang could deal with the monkey ninjas. Shoutarou didn't like that thing walking about. It crept him out.
“She said my name was Raito.”
Phillip's confession broke through the darkness like a knife, something about his words stinging against Shoutarou's skin. “She said my name was Raito, and that I'm...”
“The child of fate.”
“Yeah.”
The silence that followed was painful. Shoutarou could feel Phillip's arms around his waist tighten, searching for something to hold on to. He knew he wasn't slipping away any more, but that feeling, that horrible horrible feeling of knowing your life isn't completely your own, that before Phillip, there was this completely different life where you were named Raito, and god knows what happened then... It was enough to swallow him whole to the fear and pain of Fang once more.
“Did you know me?” Phillip's voice was tiny, a whisper. “Did you know me as Raito?” Shoutarou shook his head, not expecting Phillip to see him, but to simply feel the moment of his chin brushing that direction over Phillip's hair. “I didn't even know my name was Raito... I have a completely different life out there, somewhere. As Raito.”
The sigh that came from Shoutarou then was enough to make Phillip's head rise and fall as it continued to rest on the detective's chest. “Perhaps you did, perhaps you didn't... I don't know, to be honest. The boss named you Phillip, and when he... well. That night, I swore to keep the boss' promise to protect you. Those people before... Those monsters from today... That's not your life now.”
Phillip was silent for what seemed to be ages. “She was very pretty,” Phillip observed. “Her eyes though... they were so cold. She opened her arms to me, and all I could feel was coldness and hate. She didn't look so pretty then.” Shoutarou kept quiet, wondering if this was one of those moments where Phillip just needed to... talk. Not that he talked often. But perhaps he did. “...I like the name Phillip more.”
The detective waited for Phillip to say more, but was met with silence. The sound of his breathing slowed down to the heavy, calm pattern of one deep asleep. Shoutarou pulled the blankets and tucked them over Phillip's shoulders, making sure his young partner was warm. Even he could feel his eyelids beginning to droop.
It was much easier to fall asleep, knowing there was nowhere safer for Phillip than in his arms that night.