"Someday My Prince Will Come... Won't He?"
Title: “Someday My Prince Will Come… Won’t He?”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva/Kamen Rider Hibiki
Pairing: Zanki/Tsumeko
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Notes: This is the version of Hibiki’s world that appears in Kamen Rider Decade, not the original.
Summary: Within her family, daughter Tsumeko is the sole Fujimori who has yet to meet her mate. But that’s all about to change.
Fujimori Tsumeko hated going to visit her twin sister, Fujimori Akane. It wasn’t because she didn’t love her twin, she did, very much so… but it was what she had to see and experience when she visited Akane that made her want to stay away.
Fujimori Akane lived in a penthouse apartment given to her as a gift by her fiancé, fashion designer/artist Kurenai Masao. Masao adored Akane and he showered her with gifts and affection and everything she could possibly want and Akane was very happy.
It was seeing Akane so happy and content, just like their parents and their siblings that made Tsumeko jealous. She’d been taking it all in stride, but when she saw that even her youngest sister, Tsukiyomi had found someone, it only made her more jealous To make matters a bit worse, she often took her jealousy out on her twin’s lover… who, by unfortunate coincidence, looked just like his late grandfather and therefore, was already on Tsumeko’s “shit list”.
Tsumeko was just about to knock on the door to her twin’s penthouse when Akane flung open the door. “Tsumeko!” She beamed. “Come in, come in! It’s so good to see you!”
“Hello, Akane.” Tsumeko smiled. “How are you?” They “air kissed” and Akane showed her twin inside.
“Fantastic.” Akane smiled. “How is the business at the salon doing?” Tsumeko was primarily a writer, but she hated journalism, so she had to find a day job. Masao had pulled strings and gotten Tsumeko a job in a local salon as a hairstylist. “I hope you haven’t been misusing the instruments.”
“Give me more credit than that, Akane.” Tsumeko exhaled heavily as she looked around the lavish apartment and spotted a gorgeous white gown on a dressmaker’s dummy in the front room. “Oh, what’s this? Did the idiot make it?”
Akane smacked her sister. “He is not his grandfather, Tsume. He’s completely different and yes, Masao made it. Give him a little credit. He did give you a job and a contract as the hairstylist for all Haus of Kurenai related things.” Haus of Kurenai was Masao’s fashion line. “It’s the gown for our engagement party at Nobori Manor. You ARE coming, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… about that…” Tsumeko looked at her feet and then back up at her sister. “I’ll do your hair for it, but I don’t think I’ll come to the party.”
“Tsume, you’re my twin!” Akane was shocked. “You have to come!”
“And be reminded of how everyone else in the entire family has a mate except for me?” Tsumeko’s true feelings finally emerged a bit and she exhaled softly. “Akane, as much as I want to be there to celebrate your happiness… I don’t want to be there because it just reminds me more that I’m alone.” She thought back to her failed marriage to Kaito Daiki, a phantom thief from another world and her heart just ached with pain. “I’m the only Wolfen to ever get a divorce… “ She paused and sank into a sofa.
Akane bit her lip. “Tsume…”
“I’m sorry, Kane… it’s just…” She ruffled her hair. “I want a love story like Mom and Dad’s… I want to have that love. Heck, I’ll even settle for Sakomi’s love story.”
Suzuki Sakomi was an exiled Fangire Queen and their sister in law, married to their older brother, Fujimori Satoru. Her life, to put it mildly, had been very difficult, especially when her painful love story was taken into account. Somehow, Akane doubted that was what Tsumeko wanted.
“I’m tired of waiting, Kane.” Tsumeko continued. “Maybe it’s because I’m too picky, but I want a prince.”
“You set your standards far too high.” Kurenai Masao, Akane’s fiancé, appeared, a tape measure around his neck and a pincushion on his wrist. “Tsumeko, you are just as gorgeous as your sisters and you have plenty of men flocking to you… but you won’t give any of them a chance.”
Before Masao knew what struck him, his body went flying clear across the living room and into a wall.
Akane was horrified. “Tsume!”
“I don’t need that, Kurenai!” Tsumeko shouted, furious. “You shut your mouth!”
Because Masao was Fangire he recovered quickly and he managed to glare at the three Tsumeko’s spinning in front of his face. “Tsumeko, you just do not want to admit that I’m right because it’s me. But hasn’t your mother said the same thing? And still, you get angry. You expect far too much perfection.”
“Tsumeko put that down!” Akane screamed as her twin picked up the coffee table and prepared to chuck it at her soon to be dead brother in law. “He’s right! Just… put the table down.”
The table went smashing down to the floor and Tsumeko stormed out, slamming the door so hard the room shook.
Akane rushed over to her fiancé. “Masa, are you okay?”
“I see three of you.” Masao half-moaned. “This is the happiest day of my life…”
Tsumeko hated to admit it, but Masao, just like her mother, had been right. She did expect perfection, but what woman didn’t? She wanted a man who would love her and take care of her… just like her sibling’s mates did. “Masao knows nothing…” She spat to herself. “NOTHING!”
She was so busy trying to push the words out of her head that she ran smack into a broad chest in a black kimono and she fell to the sidewalk.
“Are you okay?” A silk voice slid over her body and made her shiver softly. “You need to pay attention more.”
“Well, you need to get out of….” She began, looking up, her voice stopping when she got a good look on just who she’d rammed herself into. He looked like her father, but was much scruffier, dirtier looking. He was wearing a black yukata of some sort… it looked more like a martial artist’s outfit. His gaze raked over her and she had to bite her lip just to keep from moaning.
“I’m Zanki.” He introduced himself, with a smirk. “And you are?”
“Fujimori Tsumeko.” She breathed as he helped her to her feet. “I’m sorry I ran into you. I… I was lost in thought.” God, this man was gorgeous.
“That’s all right.” His voice was silky, but it felt more like warm chocolate. “I like your eyes. They’re so striking… what a beautiful gold color.”
She blinked softly, realizing that her eyes had reacted when her voice would not work. Tsumeko bit her lip. “You… wow… so, your name is Zanki?” She sounded like an idiot right now, but this man had pretty much knocked her back on her feet.
He smiled. “Yes.” He was about to say something more, but then, he decided against it. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tsumeko-san. Would you… would you like to join me at my dojo for some tea?”
“You run a dojo?” She was already impressed.
He smiled and took her by the hand and led her away to the dojo he’d been on his way to.
When Tsumeko called her mother later on the evening, Yuri was angry. “What’s this I hear about you knocking Masao into a wall and trying to throw a table at him?”
Her mood was completely different. “Oh, that… that was nothing.” Tsumeko was actually giggling. “But that’s not why I called, Mom. I called… because I met someone.”
She could have sworn she heard her mother’s jaw hit the floor. “YOU MET SOMEONE?! Oh, Tsume, this is wonderful!”
“Yes!” Tsumeko was excited; Yuri actually thought she’d eloped or something. “His name is Zanki, he runs a dojo, and he looks like Dad! Mom, he’s… he’s perfect.”
Yuri was shocked. “He looks like… your…father?”
“YES. Mom, I… I can’t wait for you to meet him, oh, he’ll impress, you, I swear… I think he even mentioned being a prince or something….”
She went on and on and when she hung up the phone, Yuri fainted.
A few weeks later, when Tsumeko arrived at her twin’s engagement party, dress on, and Zanki in hand, it took all the attention away from the soon to be bride to her finally occupied twin sister. Tsumeko, slightly smug at the fact that she was the one getting all the attention for once, was only too happy to show Zanki off.
“Of all the men in the world, Tsumeko….” Masao was not too pleased that his bride was being upstaged, but he was happy that finally Tsumeko was getting some action. “…Why did you pick one who looks just like your Dad?”
Tsumeko shrugged. “That’s the way things go, you know. You find a man, you feel the connection, the heat… and then… boom. It just explodes with chemistry. You know how it is… don’t you?” She smiled at Zanki, who grinned back. “He’s… he’s like a dream come true.”
“He’s very cute.” Suzuki Sakomi admired him, slowly looking him up and down. “You have excellent taste.”
“Oh, she knows…” Zanki chuckled. “Tsumeko’s a little treasure.”
At that point, Yuri and Satoru, Sakomi’s husband, decided to see exactly what all the fuss was about.
All the color left Satoru’s face at once. “Tsume… is this the guy you’re seeing?” He asked. “Because if it is, you and I need to have a long talk.”
“Why does he look like your father?” Yuri finally asked. “More specifically, when was the last time he bathed?”
“Do I smell?” Zanki whispered to Tsumeko.
“No, she’s referring to your scruff, which I like.” Tsumeko folded her arms. “SO he looks like Dad. What’s the big deal?”
“It implies things about you that aren’t very good things, to put it one way. Like there’s this little Electra complex thing…” Yuri was promptly cut off.
“He’s NOTHING like Dad, save for his looks.” Tsumeko didn’t like where Yuri was going with that statement. “If he was just like Dad, then you’d have a legitimate concern. But he’s not. So it’s not a big deal.”
“It will be once Dad sees him.” Satoru remarked.
“Bite me, Toru-oniichan.” Tsumeko snapped, just as her father, Jiro, arrived.
Zanki and Jiro stared at each other for a long moment.
“Is this your father, Tsume-chan?” Zanki asked.
“Oh yes.” Tsumeko smiled. “Daddy, this is my new boyfriend, Zanki. Zanki, meet my father, Fujimori Jiro.”
Zanki bowed to Jiro, who bowed stiffly in return and then stared at Tsumeko for a long moment. “Tsumeko….” He began, voice unusually soft. “Your lover looks like me. Why is that?”
“Fate.” Tsumeko smiled at Zanki, who kissed her cheek softly, causing her to giggle. “I always wanted a love story like yours and Mom’s… and now, I have one. I’ve never been happier.”
“I need a drink.” Yuri whispered to her husband. “Come with me.”
As attention turned back to Akane and Masao, Zanki led Tsumeko outside to the water gardens surrounding Nobori Manor. Tsumeko was only too happy for time away from the irritating questions of her family.
“I like your family.” He remarked. “They seem nice.”
“Yes… they’re quite special.” Tsumeko sat down on a stone bench, smoothing out her dress. “And they do like you… even if your appearance does raise an eyebrow or two… or three…” She laughed, and he took notice that her eyes lit up when she laughed.
“Do I really look that much like your Dad?”
“You do, but that’s not why I’m falling for you so hard.” The words came out before she even realized what she said. “I’m falling in love with you so hard because you’re like my dream come true. I wanted someone strong, kind, handsome and just perfect…. Or nearly perfect. And then suddenly, there you are. It’s almost…”
“Too good to be true?” He looked into her eyes and her breath left her.
“Yes…”
He pinched himself and poked himself and chuckled. “Well, I’m real, so… I must be true. I must really be what you were waiting for.”
“I hope so.” Tsumeko’s smile only grew, only to soften when he pulled her close for a passionate kiss.
When he pulled away, all the air had left her lungs and her face flushed. He murmured something in that soft, sinfully silky voice that she couldn’t hear, but she cared little, kissing him one more time to make sure the clock wouldn’t strike midnight on her and she’d wake up.
When she opened her eyes to find Zanki still there, she decided to make it official. “Well, this is a big manor.” She whispered against his lips. “I’m sure we can find some place where we can have some…” She took off her heel and chucked it into the bushes, driving out her sisters Megumi and Tsukiyomi. “…damn privacy!”
“More of your family?” Zanki asked, chuckling.
“It’s Megumi-neechan and my little sister Tsukiyomi.” Tsumeko glared as the two of them ran off back into the party. She exhaled. “We should find a room.”
Zanki suddenly swept her up into his arms, causing the Wolfen Princess to shriek with delight. “Your wish is my command, my love.”
As she was carried off into the manor, Tsumeko smiled into Zanki’s strong body and relaxed. No more need for jealousy or anger.
Her prince had finally come.
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva/Kamen Rider Hibiki
Pairing: Zanki/Tsumeko
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Notes: This is the version of Hibiki’s world that appears in Kamen Rider Decade, not the original.
Summary: Within her family, daughter Tsumeko is the sole Fujimori who has yet to meet her mate. But that’s all about to change.
Fujimori Tsumeko hated going to visit her twin sister, Fujimori Akane. It wasn’t because she didn’t love her twin, she did, very much so… but it was what she had to see and experience when she visited Akane that made her want to stay away.
Fujimori Akane lived in a penthouse apartment given to her as a gift by her fiancé, fashion designer/artist Kurenai Masao. Masao adored Akane and he showered her with gifts and affection and everything she could possibly want and Akane was very happy.
It was seeing Akane so happy and content, just like their parents and their siblings that made Tsumeko jealous. She’d been taking it all in stride, but when she saw that even her youngest sister, Tsukiyomi had found someone, it only made her more jealous To make matters a bit worse, she often took her jealousy out on her twin’s lover… who, by unfortunate coincidence, looked just like his late grandfather and therefore, was already on Tsumeko’s “shit list”.
Tsumeko was just about to knock on the door to her twin’s penthouse when Akane flung open the door. “Tsumeko!” She beamed. “Come in, come in! It’s so good to see you!”
“Hello, Akane.” Tsumeko smiled. “How are you?” They “air kissed” and Akane showed her twin inside.
“Fantastic.” Akane smiled. “How is the business at the salon doing?” Tsumeko was primarily a writer, but she hated journalism, so she had to find a day job. Masao had pulled strings and gotten Tsumeko a job in a local salon as a hairstylist. “I hope you haven’t been misusing the instruments.”
“Give me more credit than that, Akane.” Tsumeko exhaled heavily as she looked around the lavish apartment and spotted a gorgeous white gown on a dressmaker’s dummy in the front room. “Oh, what’s this? Did the idiot make it?”
Akane smacked her sister. “He is not his grandfather, Tsume. He’s completely different and yes, Masao made it. Give him a little credit. He did give you a job and a contract as the hairstylist for all Haus of Kurenai related things.” Haus of Kurenai was Masao’s fashion line. “It’s the gown for our engagement party at Nobori Manor. You ARE coming, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… about that…” Tsumeko looked at her feet and then back up at her sister. “I’ll do your hair for it, but I don’t think I’ll come to the party.”
“Tsume, you’re my twin!” Akane was shocked. “You have to come!”
“And be reminded of how everyone else in the entire family has a mate except for me?” Tsumeko’s true feelings finally emerged a bit and she exhaled softly. “Akane, as much as I want to be there to celebrate your happiness… I don’t want to be there because it just reminds me more that I’m alone.” She thought back to her failed marriage to Kaito Daiki, a phantom thief from another world and her heart just ached with pain. “I’m the only Wolfen to ever get a divorce… “ She paused and sank into a sofa.
Akane bit her lip. “Tsume…”
“I’m sorry, Kane… it’s just…” She ruffled her hair. “I want a love story like Mom and Dad’s… I want to have that love. Heck, I’ll even settle for Sakomi’s love story.”
Suzuki Sakomi was an exiled Fangire Queen and their sister in law, married to their older brother, Fujimori Satoru. Her life, to put it mildly, had been very difficult, especially when her painful love story was taken into account. Somehow, Akane doubted that was what Tsumeko wanted.
“I’m tired of waiting, Kane.” Tsumeko continued. “Maybe it’s because I’m too picky, but I want a prince.”
“You set your standards far too high.” Kurenai Masao, Akane’s fiancé, appeared, a tape measure around his neck and a pincushion on his wrist. “Tsumeko, you are just as gorgeous as your sisters and you have plenty of men flocking to you… but you won’t give any of them a chance.”
Before Masao knew what struck him, his body went flying clear across the living room and into a wall.
Akane was horrified. “Tsume!”
“I don’t need that, Kurenai!” Tsumeko shouted, furious. “You shut your mouth!”
Because Masao was Fangire he recovered quickly and he managed to glare at the three Tsumeko’s spinning in front of his face. “Tsumeko, you just do not want to admit that I’m right because it’s me. But hasn’t your mother said the same thing? And still, you get angry. You expect far too much perfection.”
“Tsumeko put that down!” Akane screamed as her twin picked up the coffee table and prepared to chuck it at her soon to be dead brother in law. “He’s right! Just… put the table down.”
The table went smashing down to the floor and Tsumeko stormed out, slamming the door so hard the room shook.
Akane rushed over to her fiancé. “Masa, are you okay?”
“I see three of you.” Masao half-moaned. “This is the happiest day of my life…”
Tsumeko hated to admit it, but Masao, just like her mother, had been right. She did expect perfection, but what woman didn’t? She wanted a man who would love her and take care of her… just like her sibling’s mates did. “Masao knows nothing…” She spat to herself. “NOTHING!”
She was so busy trying to push the words out of her head that she ran smack into a broad chest in a black kimono and she fell to the sidewalk.
“Are you okay?” A silk voice slid over her body and made her shiver softly. “You need to pay attention more.”
“Well, you need to get out of….” She began, looking up, her voice stopping when she got a good look on just who she’d rammed herself into. He looked like her father, but was much scruffier, dirtier looking. He was wearing a black yukata of some sort… it looked more like a martial artist’s outfit. His gaze raked over her and she had to bite her lip just to keep from moaning.
“I’m Zanki.” He introduced himself, with a smirk. “And you are?”
“Fujimori Tsumeko.” She breathed as he helped her to her feet. “I’m sorry I ran into you. I… I was lost in thought.” God, this man was gorgeous.
“That’s all right.” His voice was silky, but it felt more like warm chocolate. “I like your eyes. They’re so striking… what a beautiful gold color.”
She blinked softly, realizing that her eyes had reacted when her voice would not work. Tsumeko bit her lip. “You… wow… so, your name is Zanki?” She sounded like an idiot right now, but this man had pretty much knocked her back on her feet.
He smiled. “Yes.” He was about to say something more, but then, he decided against it. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tsumeko-san. Would you… would you like to join me at my dojo for some tea?”
“You run a dojo?” She was already impressed.
He smiled and took her by the hand and led her away to the dojo he’d been on his way to.
When Tsumeko called her mother later on the evening, Yuri was angry. “What’s this I hear about you knocking Masao into a wall and trying to throw a table at him?”
Her mood was completely different. “Oh, that… that was nothing.” Tsumeko was actually giggling. “But that’s not why I called, Mom. I called… because I met someone.”
She could have sworn she heard her mother’s jaw hit the floor. “YOU MET SOMEONE?! Oh, Tsume, this is wonderful!”
“Yes!” Tsumeko was excited; Yuri actually thought she’d eloped or something. “His name is Zanki, he runs a dojo, and he looks like Dad! Mom, he’s… he’s perfect.”
Yuri was shocked. “He looks like… your…father?”
“YES. Mom, I… I can’t wait for you to meet him, oh, he’ll impress, you, I swear… I think he even mentioned being a prince or something….”
She went on and on and when she hung up the phone, Yuri fainted.
A few weeks later, when Tsumeko arrived at her twin’s engagement party, dress on, and Zanki in hand, it took all the attention away from the soon to be bride to her finally occupied twin sister. Tsumeko, slightly smug at the fact that she was the one getting all the attention for once, was only too happy to show Zanki off.
“Of all the men in the world, Tsumeko….” Masao was not too pleased that his bride was being upstaged, but he was happy that finally Tsumeko was getting some action. “…Why did you pick one who looks just like your Dad?”
Tsumeko shrugged. “That’s the way things go, you know. You find a man, you feel the connection, the heat… and then… boom. It just explodes with chemistry. You know how it is… don’t you?” She smiled at Zanki, who grinned back. “He’s… he’s like a dream come true.”
“He’s very cute.” Suzuki Sakomi admired him, slowly looking him up and down. “You have excellent taste.”
“Oh, she knows…” Zanki chuckled. “Tsumeko’s a little treasure.”
At that point, Yuri and Satoru, Sakomi’s husband, decided to see exactly what all the fuss was about.
All the color left Satoru’s face at once. “Tsume… is this the guy you’re seeing?” He asked. “Because if it is, you and I need to have a long talk.”
“Why does he look like your father?” Yuri finally asked. “More specifically, when was the last time he bathed?”
“Do I smell?” Zanki whispered to Tsumeko.
“No, she’s referring to your scruff, which I like.” Tsumeko folded her arms. “SO he looks like Dad. What’s the big deal?”
“It implies things about you that aren’t very good things, to put it one way. Like there’s this little Electra complex thing…” Yuri was promptly cut off.
“He’s NOTHING like Dad, save for his looks.” Tsumeko didn’t like where Yuri was going with that statement. “If he was just like Dad, then you’d have a legitimate concern. But he’s not. So it’s not a big deal.”
“It will be once Dad sees him.” Satoru remarked.
“Bite me, Toru-oniichan.” Tsumeko snapped, just as her father, Jiro, arrived.
Zanki and Jiro stared at each other for a long moment.
“Is this your father, Tsume-chan?” Zanki asked.
“Oh yes.” Tsumeko smiled. “Daddy, this is my new boyfriend, Zanki. Zanki, meet my father, Fujimori Jiro.”
Zanki bowed to Jiro, who bowed stiffly in return and then stared at Tsumeko for a long moment. “Tsumeko….” He began, voice unusually soft. “Your lover looks like me. Why is that?”
“Fate.” Tsumeko smiled at Zanki, who kissed her cheek softly, causing her to giggle. “I always wanted a love story like yours and Mom’s… and now, I have one. I’ve never been happier.”
“I need a drink.” Yuri whispered to her husband. “Come with me.”
As attention turned back to Akane and Masao, Zanki led Tsumeko outside to the water gardens surrounding Nobori Manor. Tsumeko was only too happy for time away from the irritating questions of her family.
“I like your family.” He remarked. “They seem nice.”
“Yes… they’re quite special.” Tsumeko sat down on a stone bench, smoothing out her dress. “And they do like you… even if your appearance does raise an eyebrow or two… or three…” She laughed, and he took notice that her eyes lit up when she laughed.
“Do I really look that much like your Dad?”
“You do, but that’s not why I’m falling for you so hard.” The words came out before she even realized what she said. “I’m falling in love with you so hard because you’re like my dream come true. I wanted someone strong, kind, handsome and just perfect…. Or nearly perfect. And then suddenly, there you are. It’s almost…”
“Too good to be true?” He looked into her eyes and her breath left her.
“Yes…”
He pinched himself and poked himself and chuckled. “Well, I’m real, so… I must be true. I must really be what you were waiting for.”
“I hope so.” Tsumeko’s smile only grew, only to soften when he pulled her close for a passionate kiss.
When he pulled away, all the air had left her lungs and her face flushed. He murmured something in that soft, sinfully silky voice that she couldn’t hear, but she cared little, kissing him one more time to make sure the clock wouldn’t strike midnight on her and she’d wake up.
When she opened her eyes to find Zanki still there, she decided to make it official. “Well, this is a big manor.” She whispered against his lips. “I’m sure we can find some place where we can have some…” She took off her heel and chucked it into the bushes, driving out her sisters Megumi and Tsukiyomi. “…damn privacy!”
“More of your family?” Zanki asked, chuckling.
“It’s Megumi-neechan and my little sister Tsukiyomi.” Tsumeko glared as the two of them ran off back into the party. She exhaled. “We should find a room.”
Zanki suddenly swept her up into his arms, causing the Wolfen Princess to shriek with delight. “Your wish is my command, my love.”
As she was carried off into the manor, Tsumeko smiled into Zanki’s strong body and relaxed. No more need for jealousy or anger.
Her prince had finally come.