Kamen Rider W - Breaking Point (PG-13)
Title Breaking Point
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: Phillip/Shoutarou
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Phillip asks Shoutarou what you do when there is no book yet to answer your questions.
Notes: Finally! This one has been floating around in my mind for a while. There's good news and bad news here though. Good news! ...I like what happens in this fic. Bad news! ...I'm almost completely through my Kamen Rider W plots, and haven't had many new ideas for them lately. So this might be the last one for them in a while. Not promising either way, we'll see how this Accel guy and Saeko's new boy toy guy affects things.
I tried writing this not depending on my last fics, but the previous fics all lead up to this one.
As always, comments = ♥
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Even when things were quiet, things were never silent around the office. The sound of the wind whistling down the road was a constant, like the reassuring sound of the ocean always crashing against the shore. There was the sound of wind chimes and leaves moving in the wind, and somewhere far in the background, a school bell chiming that it was lunch time could be heard.
Other than that white noise, everything was silent. Shoutarou was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he read one of his favourite detective books. The pages were worn and dog-eared, the cover torn and aged, all the signs of a book that had found its way through many a subway commute, a long distance train trip, and boring bus ride. He never tired of the book though.
Phillip, likewise, was quite content to be reading his book. Only difference was... He was hardly paying attention to it. His mind kept wandering, not paying attention to the subject that should have been fascinating. It had been mentioned on Healing Princess earlier, and then, he wanted to know all about it. But the more he tried to read, and the more the silence took over the office, the more Phillip's mind wandered to the detective.
The past year had been strange, and the past few months especially, things had become even more confusing. Phillip had no idea what his life was like before he was Phillip. He didn't know who Raito was. Often, there were times where he wished there were a book about himself, like there was for the others. But he'd looked. The pages were ripped out and missing. It was tattered and torn and impossible to read, except for the last year. It was a book that seemed to write itself, with plenty of blank pages and question marks throughout. As if it were waiting to be sure of the facts before setting it in stone.
One such section in the book was the chapter about Hidari Shoutarou. There was a page or two about them, with references to other books about their drivers, the boss, their adventures as Kamen Rider.
But none about them. Nothing that explained any of the things that seemed to be rushing through Phillip's mind. Nothing that went into detail about the fact that there was a whole other side of “partner” that Phillip thought was there. Something he couldn't be sure about. There was nothing written, nothing said... But he knew it was there, some how, without a book telling him, or anyone having to say anything.
He only wished there was a way he could be sure.
“Ne, Shoutarou.” Phillip finally broke the gentle silence of the office. “I have a question.” Shoutarou slowly looked up from over the edge of his book, eyeing his young partner. He gave a small hrm to confirm he was listening, watching Phillip as he approached the desk from beneath the rim of his trademark hat. “When you don't know the answer to something, what do you do?”
“I'd ask you, of course,” Shoutarou joked. He lowered his feet from his desk, sitting up straight and putting the book away for a moment.
Phillip paused as he reached the opposite side of the desk, shifting from one foot to the other. It was the only visible sign to show how anxious this conversation some how made him. “But what if I didn't know? What if there wasn't a book about it? Or it was locked or damaged or blank?”
The simple suggestion of there not being a book seemed to startle Shoutarou. He didn't know the bookshelves like Phillip did; he had only seen them once, and that time was not the best first impression of them. “No book? None at all?” Shoutarou leaned back in his chair, pressing the tips of his fingers together as he thought. “I'd go after the answer then. I'm a hard-boiled detective, I would just take the information I know and go after what I thought the answer was.”
“So... You just would go on impulse?” Phillip murmured to himself more than anything else, thoughts buzzing through his mind at a million miles a minute, a look of... something... growing slowly across his face.
It was in that strange moment that Shoutarou really noticed that Phillip's voice was much lower than he realized. He had never really thought about describing Phillip's voice as purring, but with the next words he uttered, it might have been the only way to describe it then.
“Ne, Shoutarou?”
Shoutarou looked up to find Phillip leaning over, hands firmly planted on Shoutarou's desk. There was a determined, serious look on his face, the same sharp look in his eyes that he had when he first used Fang. That look of giving in completely to impulse and logic, and acting on the simple gut feeling of doing what felt right.
Before Shoutarou could even respond, his tie was suddenly firmly in Phillip's grasp, and with a force so strong it knocked the hat off his head, Shoutarou was pulled across the desk. His eyes shot open for a second as Phillip's lips suddenly smashed against his own. It was only a split second though, the shock of the moment being tossed away, along with his caution and logic, as he caved to the thoughts that had been haunting his mind for god knows how long, and kissed his young partner back.
It was far from romantic, and nowhere near the type of kiss worthy of a Hollywood screen. But despite the awkward way they both were standing, leaning over the wide desk with a little difficulty, noses bumped against another and heads at angles making it difficult... despite all of that, Shoutarou could feel his heart beating so hard, so fast, it even overtook the sound of the wind blowing outside as the only sound he could hear.
Phillip's fingers loosened around the tie, slowly leaning back to try look Shoutarou in the eye. The fearless aura around Phillip suddenly faded, eyes peering into Shoutarou's through dark bangs falling over his face. Shoutarou simply stared, trying to read all the emotions going through Phillip's eyes. The silence was heavy in the air, tension so thick and palpable you could slice through it. With a few long strides, Shoutarou made his ways around the desk so he was standing in front of Phillip, looking down at him for the longest time.
“If I blamed a locked book again...” Phillip's voice was no more than a cautious whisper, almost afraid to look into Shoutarou's eyes but unable to look anywhere else. “...Would it have made that okay?”
The corner of Shoutarou's mouth twitched slightly into a smile. His hand smoothed over the stripy sleeves of Phillip's top, taking that extra second more to think before speaking. “At this point, I don't care what you blame.” Shoutarou wrapped an arm around Phillip's waist, pulling him close. “This is okay.”
And oh god it was not awkward, not the second time. With the desk out of the way, and being so much closer, it was just tingles and goosebumps and trembles ripping over skin. Arms wrapped tightly around waists, fingers clinging into shoulders as the pair kissed, as if they'd been waiting for this moment for far too long, and yet both were far too familiar with this feeling to be frightened at all. It was like when they fought together as one, some how knowing exactly how the other felt then. It was rushed, making up for lost time, and passionate, making up for words neither of them would ever dare say. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing soft and sweet like one would expect from someone looking like Phillip, nor was it smooth and romantic like the detectives from the 1920's would do, the men that Shoutarou aspired to be like.
And then there was stillness. The moment where they both knew breathing needed to happen again. Their chests heaved as they caught their breath, staring into each other's eyes as if the other person had changed in their arms, and there was suddenly this whole new side to them. Which, to be honest, was quite true. There was no more avoiding the conversation, no more flustered awkward moments. It was so much more clear now.
“So...”
“...So.”
The intelligent conversation didn't seem to go much beyond that, the raging hormones and rush of adrenaline causing Phillip to pull Shoutarou down for another heady kiss. He could do this for hours and hours, if time would allow, both were quite sure of that.
The familiar sound of footsteps clomping down the stairs to the door ended any and all thoughts of it continuing. Both seemed to push the other away in sync, flying to opposite sides of the room. Shoutarou sat at his typewriter, pounding at the keys with a whole new level of frustration, while Phillip grabbed a book, any book, to begin reading just as the door opened and Akiko burst in, a client in tow. “Shoutarou~! I have some work for you!”
As the young woman in the business suit began babbling on about her boyfriend who had disappeared in the night and hadn't been seen, Shoutarou did his best to pay attention.
”Ne, Shoutarou.”
Shoutarou nearly jumped a mile at the way his voice was purred in his mind like that. Keeping all his composure, Shoutarou gave a quick feel at his belt to see the double driver had appeared. “Don't say my name like that. It's distracting.”
“Sorry,” Phillip chuckled. Shoutarou glanced over at his young partner, seeing he was able to keep reading while they shared thoughts through the driver. “So it's okay?”
“Definitely okay.”
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: Phillip/Shoutarou
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Phillip asks Shoutarou what you do when there is no book yet to answer your questions.
Notes: Finally! This one has been floating around in my mind for a while. There's good news and bad news here though. Good news! ...I like what happens in this fic. Bad news! ...I'm almost completely through my Kamen Rider W plots, and haven't had many new ideas for them lately. So this might be the last one for them in a while. Not promising either way, we'll see how this Accel guy and Saeko's new boy toy guy affects things.
I tried writing this not depending on my last fics, but the previous fics all lead up to this one.
As always, comments = ♥
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Even when things were quiet, things were never silent around the office. The sound of the wind whistling down the road was a constant, like the reassuring sound of the ocean always crashing against the shore. There was the sound of wind chimes and leaves moving in the wind, and somewhere far in the background, a school bell chiming that it was lunch time could be heard.
Other than that white noise, everything was silent. Shoutarou was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he read one of his favourite detective books. The pages were worn and dog-eared, the cover torn and aged, all the signs of a book that had found its way through many a subway commute, a long distance train trip, and boring bus ride. He never tired of the book though.
Phillip, likewise, was quite content to be reading his book. Only difference was... He was hardly paying attention to it. His mind kept wandering, not paying attention to the subject that should have been fascinating. It had been mentioned on Healing Princess earlier, and then, he wanted to know all about it. But the more he tried to read, and the more the silence took over the office, the more Phillip's mind wandered to the detective.
The past year had been strange, and the past few months especially, things had become even more confusing. Phillip had no idea what his life was like before he was Phillip. He didn't know who Raito was. Often, there were times where he wished there were a book about himself, like there was for the others. But he'd looked. The pages were ripped out and missing. It was tattered and torn and impossible to read, except for the last year. It was a book that seemed to write itself, with plenty of blank pages and question marks throughout. As if it were waiting to be sure of the facts before setting it in stone.
One such section in the book was the chapter about Hidari Shoutarou. There was a page or two about them, with references to other books about their drivers, the boss, their adventures as Kamen Rider.
But none about them. Nothing that explained any of the things that seemed to be rushing through Phillip's mind. Nothing that went into detail about the fact that there was a whole other side of “partner” that Phillip thought was there. Something he couldn't be sure about. There was nothing written, nothing said... But he knew it was there, some how, without a book telling him, or anyone having to say anything.
He only wished there was a way he could be sure.
“Ne, Shoutarou.” Phillip finally broke the gentle silence of the office. “I have a question.” Shoutarou slowly looked up from over the edge of his book, eyeing his young partner. He gave a small hrm to confirm he was listening, watching Phillip as he approached the desk from beneath the rim of his trademark hat. “When you don't know the answer to something, what do you do?”
“I'd ask you, of course,” Shoutarou joked. He lowered his feet from his desk, sitting up straight and putting the book away for a moment.
Phillip paused as he reached the opposite side of the desk, shifting from one foot to the other. It was the only visible sign to show how anxious this conversation some how made him. “But what if I didn't know? What if there wasn't a book about it? Or it was locked or damaged or blank?”
The simple suggestion of there not being a book seemed to startle Shoutarou. He didn't know the bookshelves like Phillip did; he had only seen them once, and that time was not the best first impression of them. “No book? None at all?” Shoutarou leaned back in his chair, pressing the tips of his fingers together as he thought. “I'd go after the answer then. I'm a hard-boiled detective, I would just take the information I know and go after what I thought the answer was.”
“So... You just would go on impulse?” Phillip murmured to himself more than anything else, thoughts buzzing through his mind at a million miles a minute, a look of... something... growing slowly across his face.
It was in that strange moment that Shoutarou really noticed that Phillip's voice was much lower than he realized. He had never really thought about describing Phillip's voice as purring, but with the next words he uttered, it might have been the only way to describe it then.
“Ne, Shoutarou?”
Shoutarou looked up to find Phillip leaning over, hands firmly planted on Shoutarou's desk. There was a determined, serious look on his face, the same sharp look in his eyes that he had when he first used Fang. That look of giving in completely to impulse and logic, and acting on the simple gut feeling of doing what felt right.
Before Shoutarou could even respond, his tie was suddenly firmly in Phillip's grasp, and with a force so strong it knocked the hat off his head, Shoutarou was pulled across the desk. His eyes shot open for a second as Phillip's lips suddenly smashed against his own. It was only a split second though, the shock of the moment being tossed away, along with his caution and logic, as he caved to the thoughts that had been haunting his mind for god knows how long, and kissed his young partner back.
It was far from romantic, and nowhere near the type of kiss worthy of a Hollywood screen. But despite the awkward way they both were standing, leaning over the wide desk with a little difficulty, noses bumped against another and heads at angles making it difficult... despite all of that, Shoutarou could feel his heart beating so hard, so fast, it even overtook the sound of the wind blowing outside as the only sound he could hear.
Phillip's fingers loosened around the tie, slowly leaning back to try look Shoutarou in the eye. The fearless aura around Phillip suddenly faded, eyes peering into Shoutarou's through dark bangs falling over his face. Shoutarou simply stared, trying to read all the emotions going through Phillip's eyes. The silence was heavy in the air, tension so thick and palpable you could slice through it. With a few long strides, Shoutarou made his ways around the desk so he was standing in front of Phillip, looking down at him for the longest time.
“If I blamed a locked book again...” Phillip's voice was no more than a cautious whisper, almost afraid to look into Shoutarou's eyes but unable to look anywhere else. “...Would it have made that okay?”
The corner of Shoutarou's mouth twitched slightly into a smile. His hand smoothed over the stripy sleeves of Phillip's top, taking that extra second more to think before speaking. “At this point, I don't care what you blame.” Shoutarou wrapped an arm around Phillip's waist, pulling him close. “This is okay.”
And oh god it was not awkward, not the second time. With the desk out of the way, and being so much closer, it was just tingles and goosebumps and trembles ripping over skin. Arms wrapped tightly around waists, fingers clinging into shoulders as the pair kissed, as if they'd been waiting for this moment for far too long, and yet both were far too familiar with this feeling to be frightened at all. It was like when they fought together as one, some how knowing exactly how the other felt then. It was rushed, making up for lost time, and passionate, making up for words neither of them would ever dare say. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing soft and sweet like one would expect from someone looking like Phillip, nor was it smooth and romantic like the detectives from the 1920's would do, the men that Shoutarou aspired to be like.
And then there was stillness. The moment where they both knew breathing needed to happen again. Their chests heaved as they caught their breath, staring into each other's eyes as if the other person had changed in their arms, and there was suddenly this whole new side to them. Which, to be honest, was quite true. There was no more avoiding the conversation, no more flustered awkward moments. It was so much more clear now.
“So...”
“...So.”
The intelligent conversation didn't seem to go much beyond that, the raging hormones and rush of adrenaline causing Phillip to pull Shoutarou down for another heady kiss. He could do this for hours and hours, if time would allow, both were quite sure of that.
The familiar sound of footsteps clomping down the stairs to the door ended any and all thoughts of it continuing. Both seemed to push the other away in sync, flying to opposite sides of the room. Shoutarou sat at his typewriter, pounding at the keys with a whole new level of frustration, while Phillip grabbed a book, any book, to begin reading just as the door opened and Akiko burst in, a client in tow. “Shoutarou~! I have some work for you!”
As the young woman in the business suit began babbling on about her boyfriend who had disappeared in the night and hadn't been seen, Shoutarou did his best to pay attention.
”Ne, Shoutarou.”
Shoutarou nearly jumped a mile at the way his voice was purred in his mind like that. Keeping all his composure, Shoutarou gave a quick feel at his belt to see the double driver had appeared. “Don't say my name like that. It's distracting.”
“Sorry,” Phillip chuckled. Shoutarou glanced over at his young partner, seeing he was able to keep reading while they shared thoughts through the driver. “So it's okay?”
“Definitely okay.”