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Aug. 30th, 2009 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaDaiki had stumbled through the changing of the worlds, a grey wall that felt like passing through muddy water. He had been running from the people he had helped change, helped brainwash, and who had now wanted to brainwash him in turn. Apparently you could not serve Fourteen without being completely under his control. Once Daiki had swallowed the truth, it had become easier to walk in this new world.
Which Daiki instinctively knew was not his own. That might have been because this world looked completely destroyed, like someone had taken a torch to the fields and the houses and the sky. Everything was blackened and smoking.
There was also something that, unerringly, led him to burned out art studio. The sign was completely obliterated and the pieces were crisp to the touch. The door crackled and fell to pieces when Daiki walked through it. Daiki walked through the studio, bypassing the stairs. He might have a death wish, maybe, but he was not stupid enough to walk up fire damaged stairs in a house already falling down around his ears. Instead he walked into what he assumed was the photo studio. There, on the ground, were two things that resonated with Daiki's gut. One of the things was a blue and black gun, lying on it's side on the ground, the other was a square white and black strange shaped… belt buckle? Daiki looked at it for a second before picking up the blocky gun, and the card hidden underneath it.
His touch on the gun woke up knowledge inside of him, of how it was a treasure, and it's purpose was to collect treasures. It was DiEnd, and now so was Daiki, and Daiki's purpose was to collect the treasures of the worlds that Decade, the owner of the belt buckle, would destroy. It was something that had been happening for years, apparently. Decade destroyed, DiEnd stole and saved.
Daiki tucked the gun away and turned around. He was a Kamen Rider now, and with the DiEnd driver he gained the ability to cross worlds to collect treasures. He'd get a head start, then, but Daiki was sure Decade would be not be long behind him.
Which Daiki instinctively knew was not his own. That might have been because this world looked completely destroyed, like someone had taken a torch to the fields and the houses and the sky. Everything was blackened and smoking.
There was also something that, unerringly, led him to burned out art studio. The sign was completely obliterated and the pieces were crisp to the touch. The door crackled and fell to pieces when Daiki walked through it. Daiki walked through the studio, bypassing the stairs. He might have a death wish, maybe, but he was not stupid enough to walk up fire damaged stairs in a house already falling down around his ears. Instead he walked into what he assumed was the photo studio. There, on the ground, were two things that resonated with Daiki's gut. One of the things was a blue and black gun, lying on it's side on the ground, the other was a square white and black strange shaped… belt buckle? Daiki looked at it for a second before picking up the blocky gun, and the card hidden underneath it.
His touch on the gun woke up knowledge inside of him, of how it was a treasure, and it's purpose was to collect treasures. It was DiEnd, and now so was Daiki, and Daiki's purpose was to collect the treasures of the worlds that Decade, the owner of the belt buckle, would destroy. It was something that had been happening for years, apparently. Decade destroyed, DiEnd stole and saved.
Daiki tucked the gun away and turned around. He was a Kamen Rider now, and with the DiEnd driver he gained the ability to cross worlds to collect treasures. He'd get a head start, then, but Daiki was sure Decade would be not be long behind him.
