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Sep. 3rd, 2009 04:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSomething about being a kamen rider meant that you had to learn how to patch the wounds of both yourself and others. Yuusuke was pretty good at it, Tsukasa had no idea why. Natsumi was as good with first aid as any other girl in her twenties, meaning she could clean the wound and tape gauze, but was no good for the wounds that needed bandages wound across chests.
Watching Yuusuke wrap Kaitou's chest in bandages Tsukasa was reminded of, what was it called again, the world without riders.
Shinkenger's world.
Tsukasa should see if he could travel there again, or if it had been a one time occurrence. Visiting Takeru would be interesting, now that Tsukasa had regained his memories and knew that he and the young lord had something in common. Dead parents and a twistedness. Perhaps he might even keep Takeru, although that would mean slaying his silly band of followers, and Takeru would object. No, that was just too troublesome. Takeru was a threat and would be better dead or swearing fealty. Tsukasa doubted he would do one, so it would have to be the other.
Tsukasa made a mental note to ask Natsumi's grandfather about travelling to the Shinkenger's world. The old man seemed to know how to get places with Tsukasa's power, which Tsukasa still could not really control.
"You know, you really are quite intelligent, Kaitou." Tsukasa says this like he is surprised, which he wasn't. While he considered Kaitou a sneak-thief he had always known that Kaitou could be more than a sneak-thief. After all, it took more than a common thief to steal the DiEnd driver from DaiShocker's safe. Kaitou had smarts, and strengths, and Tsukasa wanted to use them all.
Natsumi and Yuusuke are frozen in a tableau, staring at Tsukasa. Neither of them had forgotten he was there, they were both constantly aware of his presence, but perhaps they had thought he would not bother addressing Kaitou yet. Kaitou had, of course, still not caved, but there was no point in killing Kaitou through carelessness. Plus, a little love and attention could make the feral dog heel. Kaitou moves, turns his head to the side and looks up at Tsukasa with fever glassy eyes. His lips, those full red lips that make Tsukasa want to bite and kiss and fuck, part and he inhales. Kaitou's throat rasp when he speaks.
Tsukasa wonders if this is what he will sound after a night of scream worthy sex.
"Of course I am, Tsukasa, you're the one who can't-" Kaitou dissolves into a coughing fit, unable to finish his sentence. Natsumi and Yuusuke both rush for the bowl of hot water and the towel laying across it. Tsukasa takes the chance to sit on the bed. Yuusuke turns Kaitou over while Natsumi wrings the excess water from the washcloth and sets it over the bottom of Kaitou's face. He breaths easier for it, although it is still painful to hear. Tsukasa frowns, he should not have left an injured Kaitou in the throne room that long…
But Kaitou would recover. He was strong enough to challenge Tsukasa, he was hardly going to let a little thing like a fever and a cold beat him.
Tsukasa rested his hand on Kaitou's chest, rubbing at smooth skin and gauze bandages. Kaitou flinches back into the mattress, but there is nowhere for him to truly go.
"Tsukasa." Natsumi's tone says she does not approve. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, one of Kaitou's hands now in her lap, clasped between her two hands as if she hopes to comfort him. Tsukasa thinks of Natsumi lying dying in the hospital bed while Kaitou and he played out a 'game'. A game with Kaitou yielded, but it was not a game Tsukasa had wanted to play at all. "Daiki-san will need to rest."
Tsukasa smiles crookedly at her. "Do you think I won't leave him to rest, Natsumikan?" He reaches over and tweaks a strand of hair. Natsumi flinches, but that shy hope that kindles and diminishes in her eyes begins to burn again. She hopes that he is himself.
Which he is, but also wholly not.
"I'll get him some oranges too." Tsukasa leans over Kaitou and kisses Natsumi softly on the lips. Between them, Kaitou stiffens. Tsukasa wonders if he closed his eyes. Natsumi closes her eyes as her lips part to kiss him back. She tastes like the food Eijirou prepared for them tonight, a human meal made by trusted hands. Eijirou would not poison Natsumi, and so Tsukasa could trust the man to make their food. Even if he was a member of DaiShocker, there were lines and then there were lines. Natsumi kisses Tsukasa gently at first, not woodenly, but unsure. She warms up as Tsukasa continues to kiss her, eventually returning Tsukasa's kisses like a woman drowning, hoping maybe that her passion will wake up the part of Tsukasa that responds to women in distress. Natsumi seems not to realize how dead that part of him is.
Tsukasa strokes his hands over Natsumi's shoulders and her back while he kisses her, and she wraps her arms around Tsukasa's shoulders and clings to him, her hands cupping the back of his skull and her fingers stroking at his scalp. Kaitou is still as the grave between them, trapped between their knees. Tsukasa's hands fall under the hem of Natsumi's large shirt, slip up beneath it to stroke over her warm, soft belly, the soft peach fuzz around her navel. They slide upward, to stroke over her covered breasts. Natsumi gasps, as she always does, and turns away from him and his kissing now, her arms shaking slightly Natsumi pulls him closer.
Yuusuke is watching from the dresser. He has set the bowl of hot water down, and the medical supplies are done being arranges. They will be put away later, Tsukasa knows Yuusuke will not leave the room with Natsumi and he locked in an embrace, and Tsukasa knows that Yuusuke would not even leave Kaitou alone with him now. Tsukasa drops his eyes to the scissors (used to cut the gauze) gripped tightly in Yuusuke's hand. Natsumi shudders against him when Tsukasa undoes her bra, and slips it forward so he can fondle her bare breasts. There is a bite mark on the left one, from two days ago. He had been too rough. Tsukasa smoothes his thumb over the bite mark and Natsumi's nipple.
But his eyes rise to catch Yuusuke's. Yuusuke is biting his lip now, a sign of his decision making skills failing him yet again. Without Yashiro, without Tsukasa, or Kivalla, without someone to tell him what to do, Yuusuke is lost. Yuusuke sets the scissors quietly down on the bureau. Tsukasa knows that Yuusuke will not pick it up again, he turns his face to nuzzle against Natsumi's neck, bury his nose in Natsumi's orange scented hair.
She shudders again.
Kaitou moves, he reaches up and drags the washcloth off of his face. "Please don't have sex on top of me." Kaitou's voice has reached it's normal level of snark as he continues. "It would put me off oranges forever."
Tsukasa laughs into Natsumi's shoulder, but she pushes against him now, pushes him away and pulls herself back. Tsukasa feels cold without her warmth in his arms. Natsumi blushes and turns away, fiddling under her shirt so that she can get her bra back on.
Tsukasa should burn all of her bras and have Natsumi wander around without. But he has thought the same about Yuusuke's pants, Natsumi's tights, their underwear… unless he plans to cloth them in bedsheet togas all the time he will have to deal with the indignities of clothes with clasps and strictures. "I wouldn't want to put you off oranges right now." Tsukasa sits back down next to Kaitou. "You'll need all the help you can get to fight this cold." Tsukasa taps at Kaitou's chest, and as if on cue Kaitou turns his head to cough.
Tsukasa can see Yuusuke come over to comfort Natsumi. He slides a hand through her hair, but Natsumi bites her lip and steps back. Yuusuke looks hurt. Tsukasa is sure that Kaitou sees it too, and he is no doubt analyzing potential weaknesses and strengths and plotting his escape attempt right now. It is not as if Kaitou, half dead and without the DiEnd driver, could not escape from DaiShocker on his own. It is just that he broke into DaiShocker in order to rescue Yuusuke and Natsumi, to steal the DiEnd Driver again, and to free the other Kamen Riders. Or so Tsukasa assumes. He cannot always understand the workings of Kaitou's mind.
Which brings him back to his original topic of conversation.
"You know, your brother contacted me the other day." Shock on everyone's faces. Tsukasa wonders if they had not realized that combining the world's had not meant killing everyone in all the worlds. Everyone in the other worlds had died because the combination of worlds was done improperly at first. Tsukasa had had a hell of a time fixing that. "He sent me your premise on re-education, the one you wrote for Fourteen."
There is fear in Kaitou's eyes at this, and shock. Perhaps there is also a little homesickness. Tsukasa had never figured Kaitou for the type but apparently everything he did had been for his brother. "He sends his regards."
"Tsukasa." Yuusuke's scolding tone this time, and when did Yuusuke and Natsumi become Kaitou's defenders? Since Kaitou fell to Tsukasa's hand.
Tsukasa just looks at Yuusuke, it's his 'everything is alright in the world, obaachan says' look. It works, Yuusuke looks away first, and Tsukasa looks back to Kaitou. Kaitou has managed to regain some dignity in the brief staring contest, and that was probably what Yuusuke was after. "He's doing quite well, most people have not shaking off their fear of the roaches before DaiShocker came along, and your ideas on re-education plus the DaiShocker schooling system has handled any upstarts neatly."
Kaitou does not ask about Miwa or Magaki, but Tsukasa can see the question in his eyes before Kaitou blinks and the question is gone.
Tsukasa stands and looks between the three people he considers most important to him. Yuusuke stands aggressively, ready to leap in front of Natsumi, or possibly dive across the bed and protect Kaitou. Always ready to sacrifice himself for others. Natsumi glares at Tsukasa, her cheeks pink and her eyes shining. Her lips are slightly glossy. She would fight him off Kaitou if need be, with tooth and nail and her Hikari secret technique. Kaitou lies n the bed, sickly and feverish, and does not understand that he is just as much a treasure as anything he has stolen. Tsukasa nods. This was what he wanted to protect.
What Tsukasa needed to protect.
"I'll make sure you get some broth and oranges."
Watching Yuusuke wrap Kaitou's chest in bandages Tsukasa was reminded of, what was it called again, the world without riders.
Shinkenger's world.
Tsukasa should see if he could travel there again, or if it had been a one time occurrence. Visiting Takeru would be interesting, now that Tsukasa had regained his memories and knew that he and the young lord had something in common. Dead parents and a twistedness. Perhaps he might even keep Takeru, although that would mean slaying his silly band of followers, and Takeru would object. No, that was just too troublesome. Takeru was a threat and would be better dead or swearing fealty. Tsukasa doubted he would do one, so it would have to be the other.
Tsukasa made a mental note to ask Natsumi's grandfather about travelling to the Shinkenger's world. The old man seemed to know how to get places with Tsukasa's power, which Tsukasa still could not really control.
"You know, you really are quite intelligent, Kaitou." Tsukasa says this like he is surprised, which he wasn't. While he considered Kaitou a sneak-thief he had always known that Kaitou could be more than a sneak-thief. After all, it took more than a common thief to steal the DiEnd driver from DaiShocker's safe. Kaitou had smarts, and strengths, and Tsukasa wanted to use them all.
Natsumi and Yuusuke are frozen in a tableau, staring at Tsukasa. Neither of them had forgotten he was there, they were both constantly aware of his presence, but perhaps they had thought he would not bother addressing Kaitou yet. Kaitou had, of course, still not caved, but there was no point in killing Kaitou through carelessness. Plus, a little love and attention could make the feral dog heel. Kaitou moves, turns his head to the side and looks up at Tsukasa with fever glassy eyes. His lips, those full red lips that make Tsukasa want to bite and kiss and fuck, part and he inhales. Kaitou's throat rasp when he speaks.
Tsukasa wonders if this is what he will sound after a night of scream worthy sex.
"Of course I am, Tsukasa, you're the one who can't-" Kaitou dissolves into a coughing fit, unable to finish his sentence. Natsumi and Yuusuke both rush for the bowl of hot water and the towel laying across it. Tsukasa takes the chance to sit on the bed. Yuusuke turns Kaitou over while Natsumi wrings the excess water from the washcloth and sets it over the bottom of Kaitou's face. He breaths easier for it, although it is still painful to hear. Tsukasa frowns, he should not have left an injured Kaitou in the throne room that long…
But Kaitou would recover. He was strong enough to challenge Tsukasa, he was hardly going to let a little thing like a fever and a cold beat him.
Tsukasa rested his hand on Kaitou's chest, rubbing at smooth skin and gauze bandages. Kaitou flinches back into the mattress, but there is nowhere for him to truly go.
"Tsukasa." Natsumi's tone says she does not approve. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, one of Kaitou's hands now in her lap, clasped between her two hands as if she hopes to comfort him. Tsukasa thinks of Natsumi lying dying in the hospital bed while Kaitou and he played out a 'game'. A game with Kaitou yielded, but it was not a game Tsukasa had wanted to play at all. "Daiki-san will need to rest."
Tsukasa smiles crookedly at her. "Do you think I won't leave him to rest, Natsumikan?" He reaches over and tweaks a strand of hair. Natsumi flinches, but that shy hope that kindles and diminishes in her eyes begins to burn again. She hopes that he is himself.
Which he is, but also wholly not.
"I'll get him some oranges too." Tsukasa leans over Kaitou and kisses Natsumi softly on the lips. Between them, Kaitou stiffens. Tsukasa wonders if he closed his eyes. Natsumi closes her eyes as her lips part to kiss him back. She tastes like the food Eijirou prepared for them tonight, a human meal made by trusted hands. Eijirou would not poison Natsumi, and so Tsukasa could trust the man to make their food. Even if he was a member of DaiShocker, there were lines and then there were lines. Natsumi kisses Tsukasa gently at first, not woodenly, but unsure. She warms up as Tsukasa continues to kiss her, eventually returning Tsukasa's kisses like a woman drowning, hoping maybe that her passion will wake up the part of Tsukasa that responds to women in distress. Natsumi seems not to realize how dead that part of him is.
Tsukasa strokes his hands over Natsumi's shoulders and her back while he kisses her, and she wraps her arms around Tsukasa's shoulders and clings to him, her hands cupping the back of his skull and her fingers stroking at his scalp. Kaitou is still as the grave between them, trapped between their knees. Tsukasa's hands fall under the hem of Natsumi's large shirt, slip up beneath it to stroke over her warm, soft belly, the soft peach fuzz around her navel. They slide upward, to stroke over her covered breasts. Natsumi gasps, as she always does, and turns away from him and his kissing now, her arms shaking slightly Natsumi pulls him closer.
Yuusuke is watching from the dresser. He has set the bowl of hot water down, and the medical supplies are done being arranges. They will be put away later, Tsukasa knows Yuusuke will not leave the room with Natsumi and he locked in an embrace, and Tsukasa knows that Yuusuke would not even leave Kaitou alone with him now. Tsukasa drops his eyes to the scissors (used to cut the gauze) gripped tightly in Yuusuke's hand. Natsumi shudders against him when Tsukasa undoes her bra, and slips it forward so he can fondle her bare breasts. There is a bite mark on the left one, from two days ago. He had been too rough. Tsukasa smoothes his thumb over the bite mark and Natsumi's nipple.
But his eyes rise to catch Yuusuke's. Yuusuke is biting his lip now, a sign of his decision making skills failing him yet again. Without Yashiro, without Tsukasa, or Kivalla, without someone to tell him what to do, Yuusuke is lost. Yuusuke sets the scissors quietly down on the bureau. Tsukasa knows that Yuusuke will not pick it up again, he turns his face to nuzzle against Natsumi's neck, bury his nose in Natsumi's orange scented hair.
She shudders again.
Kaitou moves, he reaches up and drags the washcloth off of his face. "Please don't have sex on top of me." Kaitou's voice has reached it's normal level of snark as he continues. "It would put me off oranges forever."
Tsukasa laughs into Natsumi's shoulder, but she pushes against him now, pushes him away and pulls herself back. Tsukasa feels cold without her warmth in his arms. Natsumi blushes and turns away, fiddling under her shirt so that she can get her bra back on.
Tsukasa should burn all of her bras and have Natsumi wander around without. But he has thought the same about Yuusuke's pants, Natsumi's tights, their underwear… unless he plans to cloth them in bedsheet togas all the time he will have to deal with the indignities of clothes with clasps and strictures. "I wouldn't want to put you off oranges right now." Tsukasa sits back down next to Kaitou. "You'll need all the help you can get to fight this cold." Tsukasa taps at Kaitou's chest, and as if on cue Kaitou turns his head to cough.
Tsukasa can see Yuusuke come over to comfort Natsumi. He slides a hand through her hair, but Natsumi bites her lip and steps back. Yuusuke looks hurt. Tsukasa is sure that Kaitou sees it too, and he is no doubt analyzing potential weaknesses and strengths and plotting his escape attempt right now. It is not as if Kaitou, half dead and without the DiEnd driver, could not escape from DaiShocker on his own. It is just that he broke into DaiShocker in order to rescue Yuusuke and Natsumi, to steal the DiEnd Driver again, and to free the other Kamen Riders. Or so Tsukasa assumes. He cannot always understand the workings of Kaitou's mind.
Which brings him back to his original topic of conversation.
"You know, your brother contacted me the other day." Shock on everyone's faces. Tsukasa wonders if they had not realized that combining the world's had not meant killing everyone in all the worlds. Everyone in the other worlds had died because the combination of worlds was done improperly at first. Tsukasa had had a hell of a time fixing that. "He sent me your premise on re-education, the one you wrote for Fourteen."
There is fear in Kaitou's eyes at this, and shock. Perhaps there is also a little homesickness. Tsukasa had never figured Kaitou for the type but apparently everything he did had been for his brother. "He sends his regards."
"Tsukasa." Yuusuke's scolding tone this time, and when did Yuusuke and Natsumi become Kaitou's defenders? Since Kaitou fell to Tsukasa's hand.
Tsukasa just looks at Yuusuke, it's his 'everything is alright in the world, obaachan says' look. It works, Yuusuke looks away first, and Tsukasa looks back to Kaitou. Kaitou has managed to regain some dignity in the brief staring contest, and that was probably what Yuusuke was after. "He's doing quite well, most people have not shaking off their fear of the roaches before DaiShocker came along, and your ideas on re-education plus the DaiShocker schooling system has handled any upstarts neatly."
Kaitou does not ask about Miwa or Magaki, but Tsukasa can see the question in his eyes before Kaitou blinks and the question is gone.
Tsukasa stands and looks between the three people he considers most important to him. Yuusuke stands aggressively, ready to leap in front of Natsumi, or possibly dive across the bed and protect Kaitou. Always ready to sacrifice himself for others. Natsumi glares at Tsukasa, her cheeks pink and her eyes shining. Her lips are slightly glossy. She would fight him off Kaitou if need be, with tooth and nail and her Hikari secret technique. Kaitou lies n the bed, sickly and feverish, and does not understand that he is just as much a treasure as anything he has stolen. Tsukasa nods. This was what he wanted to protect.
What Tsukasa needed to protect.
"I'll make sure you get some broth and oranges."
