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Title: Portraits
Chapter: 2 - Rider of wind
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade
Character: Hikari Natsumi, Kadoya Tsukasa
Summary: Series of one-shots revolving the people living in the Hikari Studio
A/N: I used to have written this draft based on Ride the Wind, but after keeping it unfinished for a long time I scraped it off. And then another muse came and I thought of reusing the muse.
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Wonder what was it that had waken her up so early, but it did the job. She was sleeping again inside the room that has now been almost officially dubbed as Tsukasa's room. The man had grown to be such a presence in this house, it was as if he had always meant to be here.
Well, in case you're wondering... earlier, Tsukasa had been having another of those dizzy spells. Natsumi had been taking him to see the doctor again to see to his head injury and despite the initial worries, his injuries were almost healed. Even Tsukasa insisted that he was feeling fine but Natsumi was not convinced. There had been several other nights prior when things like this had happened to Tsukasa, and Natsumi often found herself accompanying the man as Tsukasa occasionally forgot who he was or even herself and her grandfather! It hurts her to see him to be that lost with himself, that she wouldn't want to leave Tsukasa's side regardless how minor the illness Tsukasa had. She couldn't do it.
Tonight, Natsumi would have just fallen asleep again if not because she noticed Tsukasa's bed was empty. She stood up immediately. Just as she thought, she was right about staying watch. Where did Tsukasa go now in the middle of the night?
Natsumi slowly found her way downstairs as the search upstairs proved to be vain. Just as she was about to turn on the lights, Natsumi saw Tsukasa's sillouette near the mini studio area on the living room.
"What on earth...?" Natsumi started to say before noticing that Tsukasa was trying to pull on the chain on the canvas backdrop hung at the corner of the room. She frowned. Why did Tsukasa want to pull on that old thing? They had rarely needed to change it and it has been a while since they did, that the chain and pulley sistem that aided the mechanism to change the canvas had rusted and stopped moving. So what did Tsukasa wanted to do?
"Tsukasa! What're you doing?" Natsumi exclaimed as she dragged Tsukasa away. She gasped as she noticed Tsukasa's hand had become bloodied after so much attempt at pulling on the chains.
"Oh dear... even grandpa didn't get his hands this bad!" she muttered to herself before finding a first aid kit to treat the hand. She started to scold Tsukasa for being so careless at taking care of himself before noticing Tsukasa's eyes were glazed.
"Tsukasa?" She asked worriedly as she tried to take him back to his room. Tsukasa shook his head in a daze as he continued staring at the backdrop.
"No... I need to go. I can't stay... they're calling for me—I have to go there..."
Natsumi stared at him in surprise. Did Tsukasa recovered his memory a bit? Did he remembered something about his past?
"Tsukasa? Did you remember something? Where did yo want to go? What was it you were looking for?"
Tsukasa shook his head again as he cried, "I don't know. I had to... it's calling at me... but how can I? I can't go through... the door was closed..."
Natsumi blinked. Tsukasa was starting to not making any sense, she was not even sure now if this was just a sleep talk or if Tsukasa was awake and just disoriented. She gently comforted the man before taking him back to his room.
The next morning, Natsumi immediately started to ask Tsukasa again about the incident.
"What're you talking about, Natsumikan? I'm not the kind of person to sleepwalk in the middle of the night. You've been imagining things again..."
Natsumi snapped. "Don't deny it! You had been up last night, see that right hand of yours! If you had been sleeping normally you wouldn't get that. I was the one that bandaged that hand last night!"
"What're you—" Tsukasa gasped as he appeared astonished at the newly bandaged hand, looking as if he had never noticed it before. Natsumi frowned at him. It didn't look like he was faking it, he really did seem as if he did not remember anything that had occurred last night. She had wondered if this was anything that she needed to worry about.
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It has been several days now, and this was the second world they had arrived to ever since that fateful day. Somehow, recaling that night when Tsukasa had been sleepwalking—regardless how many times he had denied it—everything seemed to fit now. Even then, a part of Tsukasa's old self had always known that he needed to continue moving forward. Though, she haven't expected to have themselves literally travelling across many worlds instead of places.
Natsumi turned to look at the canvas backdrop hanging at the center of the wall. Somehow that backdrop now controlled the destination of the world they were heading. Funny how the chains conveniently started to move again once Tsukasa has finished with whatever purpose he was supposed to do in the world that he passed through.
Was this Tsukasa's fate? Then... what was it that had called and guided Tsukasa's path? What would be his final destination be? Would he be able to find the answer he was looking for?
Natsumi recalled the many times she had seen Tsukasa in his vulnerable state, during the times he was not being his aggravating self but just this one lonesome man. That Tsukasa was a pitiable one, the one who was lost without direction... without anything that he could have held to support himself. She remembered that time when Tsukasa had cried before her.
Natsumi smiled, despite herself. Regardless where this path would take him, she would always be by his side. She promised herself that she would accompany Tsukasa in his journey. This feeling had never changed. Even if Tsukasa was meant to travel into places unknown to himself that was like the ever-changing winds that affected the seasons, she would never allow him to ride those winds alone.
Of that, she vowed on him... for his and her own sake.
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Note: I ended up writing a serious piece. Then again, the original piece had been of an even darker tone as it was set just prior before Movie war and after ep 31. Considering I'm not feeling like wanting to brave myself to rewrite that piece again, I wrote this instead. Perhaps I'll do that later.
Had this idea since Daiki and Tsukasa as I doubt any of the Daishocker actually had any original ability to affect dimension and if they did, it was something they took from Tsukasa.
Chapter: 2 - Rider of wind
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade
Character: Hikari Natsumi, Kadoya Tsukasa
Summary: Series of one-shots revolving the people living in the Hikari Studio
A/N: I used to have written this draft based on Ride the Wind, but after keeping it unfinished for a long time I scraped it off. And then another muse came and I thought of reusing the muse.
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Wonder what was it that had waken her up so early, but it did the job. She was sleeping again inside the room that has now been almost officially dubbed as Tsukasa's room. The man had grown to be such a presence in this house, it was as if he had always meant to be here.
Well, in case you're wondering... earlier, Tsukasa had been having another of those dizzy spells. Natsumi had been taking him to see the doctor again to see to his head injury and despite the initial worries, his injuries were almost healed. Even Tsukasa insisted that he was feeling fine but Natsumi was not convinced. There had been several other nights prior when things like this had happened to Tsukasa, and Natsumi often found herself accompanying the man as Tsukasa occasionally forgot who he was or even herself and her grandfather! It hurts her to see him to be that lost with himself, that she wouldn't want to leave Tsukasa's side regardless how minor the illness Tsukasa had. She couldn't do it.
Tonight, Natsumi would have just fallen asleep again if not because she noticed Tsukasa's bed was empty. She stood up immediately. Just as she thought, she was right about staying watch. Where did Tsukasa go now in the middle of the night?
Natsumi slowly found her way downstairs as the search upstairs proved to be vain. Just as she was about to turn on the lights, Natsumi saw Tsukasa's sillouette near the mini studio area on the living room.
"What on earth...?" Natsumi started to say before noticing that Tsukasa was trying to pull on the chain on the canvas backdrop hung at the corner of the room. She frowned. Why did Tsukasa want to pull on that old thing? They had rarely needed to change it and it has been a while since they did, that the chain and pulley sistem that aided the mechanism to change the canvas had rusted and stopped moving. So what did Tsukasa wanted to do?
"Tsukasa! What're you doing?" Natsumi exclaimed as she dragged Tsukasa away. She gasped as she noticed Tsukasa's hand had become bloodied after so much attempt at pulling on the chains.
"Oh dear... even grandpa didn't get his hands this bad!" she muttered to herself before finding a first aid kit to treat the hand. She started to scold Tsukasa for being so careless at taking care of himself before noticing Tsukasa's eyes were glazed.
"Tsukasa?" She asked worriedly as she tried to take him back to his room. Tsukasa shook his head in a daze as he continued staring at the backdrop.
"No... I need to go. I can't stay... they're calling for me—I have to go there..."
Natsumi stared at him in surprise. Did Tsukasa recovered his memory a bit? Did he remembered something about his past?
"Tsukasa? Did you remember something? Where did yo want to go? What was it you were looking for?"
Tsukasa shook his head again as he cried, "I don't know. I had to... it's calling at me... but how can I? I can't go through... the door was closed..."
Natsumi blinked. Tsukasa was starting to not making any sense, she was not even sure now if this was just a sleep talk or if Tsukasa was awake and just disoriented. She gently comforted the man before taking him back to his room.
The next morning, Natsumi immediately started to ask Tsukasa again about the incident.
"What're you talking about, Natsumikan? I'm not the kind of person to sleepwalk in the middle of the night. You've been imagining things again..."
Natsumi snapped. "Don't deny it! You had been up last night, see that right hand of yours! If you had been sleeping normally you wouldn't get that. I was the one that bandaged that hand last night!"
"What're you—" Tsukasa gasped as he appeared astonished at the newly bandaged hand, looking as if he had never noticed it before. Natsumi frowned at him. It didn't look like he was faking it, he really did seem as if he did not remember anything that had occurred last night. She had wondered if this was anything that she needed to worry about.
xxx
It has been several days now, and this was the second world they had arrived to ever since that fateful day. Somehow, recaling that night when Tsukasa had been sleepwalking—regardless how many times he had denied it—everything seemed to fit now. Even then, a part of Tsukasa's old self had always known that he needed to continue moving forward. Though, she haven't expected to have themselves literally travelling across many worlds instead of places.
Natsumi turned to look at the canvas backdrop hanging at the center of the wall. Somehow that backdrop now controlled the destination of the world they were heading. Funny how the chains conveniently started to move again once Tsukasa has finished with whatever purpose he was supposed to do in the world that he passed through.
Was this Tsukasa's fate? Then... what was it that had called and guided Tsukasa's path? What would be his final destination be? Would he be able to find the answer he was looking for?
Natsumi recalled the many times she had seen Tsukasa in his vulnerable state, during the times he was not being his aggravating self but just this one lonesome man. That Tsukasa was a pitiable one, the one who was lost without direction... without anything that he could have held to support himself. She remembered that time when Tsukasa had cried before her.
Natsumi smiled, despite herself. Regardless where this path would take him, she would always be by his side. She promised herself that she would accompany Tsukasa in his journey. This feeling had never changed. Even if Tsukasa was meant to travel into places unknown to himself that was like the ever-changing winds that affected the seasons, she would never allow him to ride those winds alone.
Of that, she vowed on him... for his and her own sake.
-
Note: I ended up writing a serious piece. Then again, the original piece had been of an even darker tone as it was set just prior before Movie war and after ep 31. Considering I'm not feeling like wanting to brave myself to rewrite that piece again, I wrote this instead. Perhaps I'll do that later.
Had this idea since Daiki and Tsukasa as I doubt any of the Daishocker actually had any original ability to affect dimension and if they did, it was something they took from Tsukasa.
