There! Go On! Dear Tackle!
Title: There! Go On! Dear Tackle!
Genre: het, angst
Series: Kamen Rider Stronger/elements of Kamen Rider Hibiki
Pairing: Misaki Yuriko (Denpa Ningen Tackle) x Jou Shigeru (Kamen Rider Stronger)
Rating: U
Disclaimer: Toei own the rights to all characters
banner courtesy of automated_icons
semi-related plug: kissearly
"Heddoraito ga hikaru,
...where are you Bad boy?
Ai no Sukaafu de namida wo fuite,
Nani mo mienai."
- Tommy february6,
'♥Lonely in Gorgeous♥'
She tightened her hands into fists, stretching the leather of her gloves and casting an ominous look out of the window and across the desolate beach below. She watched on with furious contempt as the tires of his motorbike tore across the damp sand and through the surf, driving off into the pale horizon and leaving her far behind to catch up when, and if, she could.
Despite everything they had been through, despite how many times she had struggled to prove herself equal to him, she still found herself cast in the role of the hopeless kid sister, the sidekick that could never grow up. With a sudden outburst of anger and contempt she slammed a fist hard against the glass, causing it to wobble and several members of the hotel staff to cast startled glances in her direction.
There were times when she found herself genuinely hating him. His stubborn, arrogant refusal to pay attention to her had been a challenge at first but now, after so much had passed between them, Misaki Yuriko found herself losing patience with her one time saviour.
She turned away as his bike trailed away into the distance and leant back against the glass of the high window, casting her sour eyes over all who dared question her behaviour. In a different world and at a different time it would have been him who was chasing her. If he had been abducted before her then it would have even been her who was tearing away upon her motorbike and he who chased after her.
Her lips twitched into an unexpected and unbidden smile. She liked the idea of being in the lead for once, of forcing him to follow in her footsteps. The brief smile faded as a small voice at the back of her mind questioned whether her desire for the power he kept was for as noble a purpose as she protested. The power that transformed her into Denpa Ningen Tackle was born from the cold heart of the Black Satan organisation. In order to inherit that power the men of Black Satan had tampered not only with her flesh but with her mind; perhaps her desire to be the stronger of the two, to be the one who had rescued him from the clutches of evil was a masque to hide darker desires still.
Misaki frowned darkly, digging the nails of her fingers harder into her palms. She couldn't allow herself to think that way; she wasn't like that any more...after all she couldn't feel such a strong, passionate love for the man who had rescued her if she was. Surely no love like that could blossom in the heart of someone still tainted by evil.
She kicked away from the window and dug her hands deep into the pockets of her short PVC jacket, storming away from the view of the now empty beach with her heart and mind in turmoil. Staff and guests scattered before her as she strode down the hallway and towards the bar, her heels making no sound upon the soft carpet and her flared jeans gently brushing together. She had to believe that the feelings that washed so strongly over her were pure and not born of darkness. If she thought for a moment that the things she felt were simply a shadow of her transformation, her loss of humanity, then she wouldn't be able to look him in the eye again...nor could she bare the thought of continuing to live with such a weight upon her shoulders.
A sudden blow knocked her backwards along the carpeted hall and she clenched her teeth together in a curse, her fists flying out from her jacket pockets. With wild eyes she looked down to a young boy, no older than five, his hair cut in the shape of a basin sitting awkwardly on the floor, a dazed expression on his face. The child wore shorts and a white shirt with a blue woollen jumper pulled over it and in his right hand he clutched a metal motorbike toy with a plastic soldier figure astride it.
Slowly he looked up at her and smiled disarmingly.
"Oneesan, sorry..." He began.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, kid?" She snapped; her scowl darkening as she dug her hands into her pockets once more and prepared to step around him.
The figure on the toy motorbike caught her eye once more and she paused.
"Who's that supposed to be?" She demanded.
The child's smile widened to reveal more of his glossy, white teeth.
"It's Kamen Rider!" He cried with delight and swiftly drove the toy along the dark, burgundy carpet to a skidding halt by her foot as if to accentuate this point.
"What's so special about Kamen Rider?" Misaki asked haughtily, lifting her head up and looking down at the toy bike at her foot.
"Kamen Rider is the defender of justice!" The boy shouted, leaping to his feet and thrusting his arms out. "The sky calls to me! The land calls to me! The people call to me!"
"Alright, alright, give it a rest." She hissed, silencing him in mid-cry.
And yet there was something about his honesty and the belief he had in the idea of being a Rider that touched her heart. He had no idea who they were and yet somehow, Jou Shigeru and those who had come before him had touched this boy's life with their message.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, kid?" She asked.
"Kamen Rider!" The boy cried out again and twirled on the spot.
"Don't." She whispered darkly, so softly that the child failed to hear.
He stopped twirling and looked up expectantly at her.
"Don't you have any other hobbies?" She asked impatiently.
"Ah! Drumming!" He proclaimed proudly.
"Then be a drummer, kid." She said firmly. "What's your name?"
"Hidaka Hitoshi." The child replied.
"Be a drummer, Hidaka Hitoshi." She reiterated. "Anything else will only hurt the people around you."
She pushed passed him and continued to walk down the hall; refusing to look back at him for fear that he would see the tears in her eyes. Her love, like the war they waged upon Black Satan, was just, no matter what horrible powers had given birth to it. The things that she felt, the feelings of love and vengeance, were feelings that came from the depths of her own heart and not the shadow that monstrous organisation had cast over her.
She would fight on until the last member of Black Satan was finished and maybe somewhere along the way she would have the strength and courage of convictions to express the feelings of her heart to him. One day, in love and war, she would win. One day, he would hold her close in his arms.
With that thought in her mind and tears warming her face, Misaki Yuriko continued to walk forwards into her future and never once looked back.
Genre: het, angst
Series: Kamen Rider Stronger/elements of Kamen Rider Hibiki
Pairing: Misaki Yuriko (Denpa Ningen Tackle) x Jou Shigeru (Kamen Rider Stronger)
Rating: U
Disclaimer: Toei own the rights to all characters
banner courtesy of automated_icons
semi-related plug: kissearly
"Heddoraito ga hikaru,
...where are you Bad boy?
Ai no Sukaafu de namida wo fuite,
Nani mo mienai."
- Tommy february6,
'♥Lonely in Gorgeous♥'
She tightened her hands into fists, stretching the leather of her gloves and casting an ominous look out of the window and across the desolate beach below. She watched on with furious contempt as the tires of his motorbike tore across the damp sand and through the surf, driving off into the pale horizon and leaving her far behind to catch up when, and if, she could.
Despite everything they had been through, despite how many times she had struggled to prove herself equal to him, she still found herself cast in the role of the hopeless kid sister, the sidekick that could never grow up. With a sudden outburst of anger and contempt she slammed a fist hard against the glass, causing it to wobble and several members of the hotel staff to cast startled glances in her direction.
There were times when she found herself genuinely hating him. His stubborn, arrogant refusal to pay attention to her had been a challenge at first but now, after so much had passed between them, Misaki Yuriko found herself losing patience with her one time saviour.
She turned away as his bike trailed away into the distance and leant back against the glass of the high window, casting her sour eyes over all who dared question her behaviour. In a different world and at a different time it would have been him who was chasing her. If he had been abducted before her then it would have even been her who was tearing away upon her motorbike and he who chased after her.
Her lips twitched into an unexpected and unbidden smile. She liked the idea of being in the lead for once, of forcing him to follow in her footsteps. The brief smile faded as a small voice at the back of her mind questioned whether her desire for the power he kept was for as noble a purpose as she protested. The power that transformed her into Denpa Ningen Tackle was born from the cold heart of the Black Satan organisation. In order to inherit that power the men of Black Satan had tampered not only with her flesh but with her mind; perhaps her desire to be the stronger of the two, to be the one who had rescued him from the clutches of evil was a masque to hide darker desires still.
Misaki frowned darkly, digging the nails of her fingers harder into her palms. She couldn't allow herself to think that way; she wasn't like that any more...after all she couldn't feel such a strong, passionate love for the man who had rescued her if she was. Surely no love like that could blossom in the heart of someone still tainted by evil.
She kicked away from the window and dug her hands deep into the pockets of her short PVC jacket, storming away from the view of the now empty beach with her heart and mind in turmoil. Staff and guests scattered before her as she strode down the hallway and towards the bar, her heels making no sound upon the soft carpet and her flared jeans gently brushing together. She had to believe that the feelings that washed so strongly over her were pure and not born of darkness. If she thought for a moment that the things she felt were simply a shadow of her transformation, her loss of humanity, then she wouldn't be able to look him in the eye again...nor could she bare the thought of continuing to live with such a weight upon her shoulders.
A sudden blow knocked her backwards along the carpeted hall and she clenched her teeth together in a curse, her fists flying out from her jacket pockets. With wild eyes she looked down to a young boy, no older than five, his hair cut in the shape of a basin sitting awkwardly on the floor, a dazed expression on his face. The child wore shorts and a white shirt with a blue woollen jumper pulled over it and in his right hand he clutched a metal motorbike toy with a plastic soldier figure astride it.
Slowly he looked up at her and smiled disarmingly.
"Oneesan, sorry..." He began.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, kid?" She snapped; her scowl darkening as she dug her hands into her pockets once more and prepared to step around him.
The figure on the toy motorbike caught her eye once more and she paused.
"Who's that supposed to be?" She demanded.
The child's smile widened to reveal more of his glossy, white teeth.
"It's Kamen Rider!" He cried with delight and swiftly drove the toy along the dark, burgundy carpet to a skidding halt by her foot as if to accentuate this point.
"What's so special about Kamen Rider?" Misaki asked haughtily, lifting her head up and looking down at the toy bike at her foot.
"Kamen Rider is the defender of justice!" The boy shouted, leaping to his feet and thrusting his arms out. "The sky calls to me! The land calls to me! The people call to me!"
"Alright, alright, give it a rest." She hissed, silencing him in mid-cry.
And yet there was something about his honesty and the belief he had in the idea of being a Rider that touched her heart. He had no idea who they were and yet somehow, Jou Shigeru and those who had come before him had touched this boy's life with their message.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, kid?" She asked.
"Kamen Rider!" The boy cried out again and twirled on the spot.
"Don't." She whispered darkly, so softly that the child failed to hear.
He stopped twirling and looked up expectantly at her.
"Don't you have any other hobbies?" She asked impatiently.
"Ah! Drumming!" He proclaimed proudly.
"Then be a drummer, kid." She said firmly. "What's your name?"
"Hidaka Hitoshi." The child replied.
"Be a drummer, Hidaka Hitoshi." She reiterated. "Anything else will only hurt the people around you."
She pushed passed him and continued to walk down the hall; refusing to look back at him for fear that he would see the tears in her eyes. Her love, like the war they waged upon Black Satan, was just, no matter what horrible powers had given birth to it. The things that she felt, the feelings of love and vengeance, were feelings that came from the depths of her own heart and not the shadow that monstrous organisation had cast over her.
She would fight on until the last member of Black Satan was finished and maybe somewhere along the way she would have the strength and courage of convictions to express the feelings of her heart to him. One day, in love and war, she would win. One day, he would hold her close in his arms.
With that thought in her mind and tears warming her face, Misaki Yuriko continued to walk forwards into her future and never once looked back.