Convention Meetings
Story: Convention Meet
Who: Tsukasa, Daiki, Yuusuke
Series: AU Kamen Rider Decade w/ special guest series
What: Cosplaying
Summary: Taking a break from traveling the worlds, Tsukasa, Daiki and Yuusuke end up in a place where dressing up as someone or something else is completely okay.
Rating: PG for a bit of language and a small amount of shounen ai.
So what if it had been a weekend... Just... Just a weekend. Three Riders, finally getting some down time...
Dressing up.
And going out where people could see them.
It had been a convention. No kaijin had been attacking and the Hikari Studio had needed a break from the antics of the three Kamen Riders. So they sent them out with costumes for four days.
And promptly locked the door to them until this convention was over.
So now the three were in a hotel room just staring at each other and at the costumes they currently wore.
"They're fucking insane," Daiki uttered as he finished buttoning up the black shirt. The really didn't like the fact that he was wearing black or that he would have extremely poor depth perception.
"I don't know. I think they look kinda cool," Yuusuke grinned, admiring himself in the mirror.
"Of course you would. You get to show chest for the girls," Daiki complained, "I'm half-freaking-blind."
"Oi, stop it both of you," Tsukasa barked at both of them, then went over to Daiki, kissing his lips gently. "Besides, you look good with long hair."
"A-ah..."
"What about you? What do you think?"
"I think he does look rather distinguished," the Kuuga rider nodded, then looked to the Decade rider, "And you look rather nice too."
"Thanks. However I'm confused about the feathers. What's their use again?" He held up four feathers of four different colors: red, blue, black, white.
"I think they're supposed to be some sort of weapon."
"Kinda lame for a weapon."
"This coming from a guy who used his cards to cut vines," the DiEnd rider smirked.
"Alright guys, we're supposed to be having fun now. Let's head down to the convention floor."
After grabbing up their weapons-checked bokkens, the three went to the elevators and waited for the next one to arrive. It was an awkward silence as they waited there in the small waiting area. They didn't really say much to each other as they waited.
As the elevator light pinged on, the three went over to the door. They stood before it as it slowly opened...
Their eyes went wide.
Before them stood three men around their same ages. One was dressed in black vest, a magenta shirt, black pants, black boots and a gray scarf with his hair slightly duck tailed. A second had his hair slightly darkened somewhere between brown and black, wearing a long sleeved yellow shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans and tennis shoes. The third one had near black hair, a tan cap on his head, a white shirt with a tan over shirt, a pair of mid-blue jeans and tennis shoes, a tan pack slung over his shoulder.
The sound of three wooden weapons clattering to the tiled ground could be heard throughout the corridor.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" six voices cried out suddenly. "YOU'RE US!"
Who: Tsukasa, Daiki, Yuusuke
Series: AU Kamen Rider Decade w/ special guest series
What: Cosplaying
Summary: Taking a break from traveling the worlds, Tsukasa, Daiki and Yuusuke end up in a place where dressing up as someone or something else is completely okay.
Rating: PG for a bit of language and a small amount of shounen ai.
So what if it had been a weekend... Just... Just a weekend. Three Riders, finally getting some down time...
Dressing up.
And going out where people could see them.
It had been a convention. No kaijin had been attacking and the Hikari Studio had needed a break from the antics of the three Kamen Riders. So they sent them out with costumes for four days.
And promptly locked the door to them until this convention was over.
So now the three were in a hotel room just staring at each other and at the costumes they currently wore.
"They're fucking insane," Daiki uttered as he finished buttoning up the black shirt. The really didn't like the fact that he was wearing black or that he would have extremely poor depth perception.
"I don't know. I think they look kinda cool," Yuusuke grinned, admiring himself in the mirror.
"Of course you would. You get to show chest for the girls," Daiki complained, "I'm half-freaking-blind."
"Oi, stop it both of you," Tsukasa barked at both of them, then went over to Daiki, kissing his lips gently. "Besides, you look good with long hair."
"A-ah..."
"What about you? What do you think?"
"I think he does look rather distinguished," the Kuuga rider nodded, then looked to the Decade rider, "And you look rather nice too."
"Thanks. However I'm confused about the feathers. What's their use again?" He held up four feathers of four different colors: red, blue, black, white.
"I think they're supposed to be some sort of weapon."
"Kinda lame for a weapon."
"This coming from a guy who used his cards to cut vines," the DiEnd rider smirked.
"Alright guys, we're supposed to be having fun now. Let's head down to the convention floor."
After grabbing up their weapons-checked bokkens, the three went to the elevators and waited for the next one to arrive. It was an awkward silence as they waited there in the small waiting area. They didn't really say much to each other as they waited.
As the elevator light pinged on, the three went over to the door. They stood before it as it slowly opened...
Their eyes went wide.
Before them stood three men around their same ages. One was dressed in black vest, a magenta shirt, black pants, black boots and a gray scarf with his hair slightly duck tailed. A second had his hair slightly darkened somewhere between brown and black, wearing a long sleeved yellow shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans and tennis shoes. The third one had near black hair, a tan cap on his head, a white shirt with a tan over shirt, a pair of mid-blue jeans and tennis shoes, a tan pack slung over his shoulder.
The sound of three wooden weapons clattering to the tiled ground could be heard throughout the corridor.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" six voices cried out suddenly. "YOU'RE US!"