Find Me
Title: Find Me Again
Series: Kamen Rider Decade
Spoilers: Up to and past 31 (Decade/Double crossover movie not included)
Characters: Kaito Daiki, memory ghost of Tsukasa Kadoya various riders
What: Memories of the past and wanting a future
Summary: Daiki never wanted it to end that way... But what if it wasn't over...
They had trained under all of the Riders of the different worlds at one point or another. They had found their way through the worlds. They had loved.
Now he had lost.
Kaito Daiki sat on the bank of a lake, his wounds that he had recieved bandaged gently. He gazed at his reflection in the water that lay so close by. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the salt water combining with the fresh as they touched the large body.
He had loved Tsukasa Kadoya.
He had loved the man known as Kamen Rider Decade, and had at one point in time been loved in return. But this one that he had met only recently was not the one he knew... Was not the Rider he had loved.
Daiki had stolen the Diend shooter from DaiShocker. He had stolen it, then started stealing the treasures of other worlds. But it wasn't for collection purposes or to help Narutaki or Apollo Giest - god, anyone but them. No, he had stolen to protect the treasures so that they wouldn't fall into the hands of DaiShocker.
He watched as the original Riders traded hands with their deciples... Then watched as various deciples fell. The new Hibiki fell at the hands of his student. Akira and Todoroki had fallen at the hands of an enraged new Saga. A new Ixa had fallen at the hands of the new Blade. Kabuto had faded into clock-up space. The new Saga had fallen at Asumu's hand. Leangle at Queen and Kiva's hand. The new Blade and Garren had fallen at the hands of Apollo Giest.
And now Tsukasa had fallen at his.
He had told the DecaDriver's user that he had wanted to be comrades. It was the closest they could get to what they once were - lovers. In the end...
"You did what was called upon you to save your world, Daiki. No one could ask less," a voice spoke.
"Leave me alone. Just leave me alone. I lost the one treasure... That one thing..."
A second voice spoke, "None of us wanted such an end for him. Let alone for it to be at your hand."
"Please," the Diend user whispered, "please just go away..."
"Daiki, it's time for you to-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed, spinning around and standing up, glaring at the three before him. He aimed is shooter at them. All of them were shocked, but they weren't surprised. They had see this coming. But they had to speak for what was true.
The one who spoke first looked over to a large metal bug that was flying around him in saddened circles. It quietly flew off as he stepped forward. He placed his hand under Daiki's chin. "You'll see him again. Grandmother said this, 'Though the future may seem bleak, there is always a silver lining of hope.'"
"She never said that. Those are your words."
The dark-haired man nodded, his eyes shadowed with unbidden sadness. "So they were. But they're no less true."
As that one walked off, the second moved forward, albeit somewhat nervously. He took out a pink lined card that had a barcode and a picture on it from the pass that he held. "I know it's not much, but I found it on the field. Thought... I thought that you might want it."
Daiki took the card from the young man. He stared at it. It was the Decade transformation card. The last reminant of the man he loved. More tears threatened to fall as he stood there staring at it. He couldn't cry. Not in front of them. It wasn't right for tears to be shed in front of his teachers.
"Are you crying?"
His own voice echoed in his ears from when he asked Asumu about how he felt after Akira and Todoroki had been killed.
"I'm sorry."
Diend's user looked up. A shock of auburn hair now stood before him, a white longsleeved shirt and white scarf were seen. Chocolate eyes revealed a sadness only to him. This wasn't something faked, it was true sadness.
"He trusted you. He carried your words."
"He knew the risks, Daiki. Though he didn't remember who he was, where he was from, he knew. I didn't want to bring him in until he remembered either, but there was no time. We're lucky we got what we had."
SLAP!
All the main riders of their worlds that were present looked over at the two. Daiki's face was read with anger, his right hand held up by the side of his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. The man who stood before him had his head snapped to the left, his eyes closed and a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Don't. You. DARE. Say that... 'there was no time'? 'We're lucky'? WHO'S LUCKY?! I lost the love of my damned life because of the fucking war! A war that wasn't even really a war! It was just to destroy a rider that didn't need to be... One that you helped to train!"
Daiki stormed away as the remaining eight riders - Onedera was nowhere to be found - watched him leave. He didn't see Kenzaki move forward to see if the man was alright. He didn't hear them whisper amongst themselves, wondering if they should have told him...
He soon found another spot by the edge of the same lake. He sat down by the waters edge and sobbed.
How he missed that smile that let him know he was safe. Those dark eyes had always seemed to shine with life, even when he was sick. The laugh was always so playful and calm. That warm body that held him so many cold nights under blankets. He still remembered how the two of them would watch movies of any sort just so that they could spend time together. Then he was taken away and had forgotten everything.
Now... He was gone for good.
I'm not gone... not just yet.
Daiki looked up. "What?"
Kaito, I'm not gone yet. But I'll need help.
The person in question slowly stood, turning around. There, though ghostlike, was Tsukasa. He wore his hair smoothed down but showing his pierced ears. The clothes that he wore were a black vest, a white shirt with some writing on it, black pants and boots. around his neck was a multicolored scarf and dangling on his chest was that pink camera. A gaze of softness, love and carring was ever present in his eyes as a gentle smile graced his lips.
He moved toward the lost rider, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek.
"Tsukasa?"
Dai-kun. I'm glad my defeat was at your hands. But I'm not dead yet. My time is running out though. I'll need your help.
"Tsu-kun, don't leave me... I want you with me... I feel lost again," he sniffed, gazing at the figure.
And you'll find me again. Just do it quickly. There's not much time.
As the figure faded the words "find me" resonated in Daiki's mind.
"Daiki!!! Daiki where are you?!" a shout came through to his ears.
Glancing over, he saw a man with longish auburn hair running toward him. In his hand he held a card. Swallowing and wiping away any tears that may still have been there, he straightened himself and turned to the man. He had to look presentable for a fellow rider, even if it was just for a short while.
"Daiki, we wanted to tell you something."
"Kidou-san? What is it?"
Shinji held out the card in his hand. Daiki gazed at the picture on the item. It was of a rider - and a familiar one at that he knew he had seen before. They had gone against DaiShocker once before and this Rider had appeared. Now this card - no, the rider on this card - held a clue.
"Daiki, there's one world that we haven't been to, that you haven't been to. One world that has remained untouched during all of this," the Ryuuki rider told him, "It's the last resort, but he may be there. I will give you a warning though. Onedera is still out there and he still doesn't have control."
Daiki gazed at the card again. He'd go anywhere. If only to find Tsukasa again.
A world wall appeared close by. Seen though it were strange shapes of monster and something that looked like Tokyo Tower but not exactly. It was instantly that he knew and it would be seconds later that he would step through the wall to-
"Double's world."