#073 Leather - Photographic Memory
Story: Kamen Rider Decade
Characters: Daiki Kaito, Tsukasa Kadoya
Prompt: #073 Leather
Word Count: 573
Tsukasa has never remembered him. Kaito wishes it was that easy to forget.
Kaito remembers everything. He remembers the first day he ever saw Tsukasa -- Daishocker's leader -- who had yet to do any passing through of his own. Seeing an opportunity to escape his own world, he'd taken it, following the mooks back to their master. He remembers how young and stupid he was then, inexperienced at anything that required him to be so stealthy. Before he could wander off on his own, he'd been caught and presented to the other.
He remembers the way it felt, the shivers that ran through his body at the sight of that man looking down at him, always calm and always with that air of confidence. He remembers the way the leader's fingers ran through his hair -- pulling, tugging, taunting him. He remembers every time he was in that position from that point forward, enjoying it more and more.
Kaito remembers when he became a passing through Kamen Rider, going out on missions for their Great Leader. Stealing things, forging his own path, a freedom he'd never tasted before, even though he regularly returned to his cage, to the lap of his master. He remembers how much the shock of losing his brother and being too weak to do anything had shaken him and how he just wanted everything to be okay. He remembers giving in every time, never fighting or stopping to think, because what he did once the leader pulled him into his room never required him to think. He wanted it that way.
He remembers every time, every movement, every breath, every strained word, and every touch.
He remembers the night his master didn't come home.
And the next.
And the next.
All of them.
Kaito remembers the day he left, taking the driver with him. He remembers how lost he was, finally making his own decisions and struggling to get on his own feet -- and then, he remembers when it started becoming easier. He remembers every treasure he found on his own, without being told to find it.
He remembers being told that it was his destiny to kill the person he cared for the most, if he could find him.
He remembers the day in the cafe. How much his chest twisted in pain and how he cried when he was sure no one could see him, even though he didn't know why.
Blade's world.
Faiz's world.
Another.
Another...
All of them.
Kaito remembers the first time he cried in front of Tsukasa, when he finally couldn't control himself anymore. He remembers begging, how it sounded just like the fears he'd had the days following his leader's departure. There were two people pleading, but one of them was calling for someone who would never return.
He remembers being too late, crying again, Tsukasa's life slipping away as he held him -- begged, pleaded -- you can't die
He remembers the day everything went back to normal and every day since.
Kaito remembers everything. He remembers who Tsukasa was, that ego, the way he stood, the way Tsukasa slept and would always pull at him but only once he was asleep. He remembers Tsukasa's favorite foods, his allergies, his promises and dreams even if they aren't the same anymore. He remembers Tsukasa's sensitive spots, his nervous habits, and the way the leather of the other's jacket felt against his bare skin.
Above all, Kaito remembers the day he promised himself to not speak of their shared past, even if Tsukasa would never remember him.
Characters: Daiki Kaito, Tsukasa Kadoya
Prompt: #073 Leather
Word Count: 573
Tsukasa has never remembered him. Kaito wishes it was that easy to forget.
Kaito remembers everything. He remembers the first day he ever saw Tsukasa -- Daishocker's leader -- who had yet to do any passing through of his own. Seeing an opportunity to escape his own world, he'd taken it, following the mooks back to their master. He remembers how young and stupid he was then, inexperienced at anything that required him to be so stealthy. Before he could wander off on his own, he'd been caught and presented to the other.
He remembers the way it felt, the shivers that ran through his body at the sight of that man looking down at him, always calm and always with that air of confidence. He remembers the way the leader's fingers ran through his hair -- pulling, tugging, taunting him. He remembers every time he was in that position from that point forward, enjoying it more and more.
Kaito remembers when he became a passing through Kamen Rider, going out on missions for their Great Leader. Stealing things, forging his own path, a freedom he'd never tasted before, even though he regularly returned to his cage, to the lap of his master. He remembers how much the shock of losing his brother and being too weak to do anything had shaken him and how he just wanted everything to be okay. He remembers giving in every time, never fighting or stopping to think, because what he did once the leader pulled him into his room never required him to think. He wanted it that way.
He remembers every time, every movement, every breath, every strained word, and every touch.
He remembers the night his master didn't come home.
And the next.
And the next.
All of them.
Kaito remembers the day he left, taking the driver with him. He remembers how lost he was, finally making his own decisions and struggling to get on his own feet -- and then, he remembers when it started becoming easier. He remembers every treasure he found on his own, without being told to find it.
He remembers being told that it was his destiny to kill the person he cared for the most, if he could find him.
He remembers the day in the cafe. How much his chest twisted in pain and how he cried when he was sure no one could see him, even though he didn't know why.
Blade's world.
Faiz's world.
Another.
Another...
All of them.
Kaito remembers the first time he cried in front of Tsukasa, when he finally couldn't control himself anymore. He remembers begging, how it sounded just like the fears he'd had the days following his leader's departure. There were two people pleading, but one of them was calling for someone who would never return.
He remembers being too late, crying again, Tsukasa's life slipping away as he held him -- begged, pleaded -- you can't die
He remembers the day everything went back to normal and every day since.
Kaito remembers everything. He remembers who Tsukasa was, that ego, the way he stood, the way Tsukasa slept and would always pull at him but only once he was asleep. He remembers Tsukasa's favorite foods, his allergies, his promises and dreams even if they aren't the same anymore. He remembers Tsukasa's sensitive spots, his nervous habits, and the way the leather of the other's jacket felt against his bare skin.
Above all, Kaito remembers the day he promised himself to not speak of their shared past, even if Tsukasa would never remember him.