"Matchmaker, Matchmaker": Chapter One
Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker: Chapter One
Author: amazonstorm and vampirelissy14
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 20, after that AU
Summary: Determined to make things right, Masao Kurenai goes back in time to bring Jiro and Yuri together properly.
Author's note: This fic is a joint project written by myself (vampirelissy14) and my good friend Trinity (amazonstorm). It uses a mixture of canon and original characters created by the both of us. Masao Kurenai and his sister Maya belong to her, while Takeshi Fujimori is my own creation. All other characters pertaining to Kamen Rider Kiva belong (unfortunately) to Toei. This was just done in good fun and to right certain wrongs of Kiva canon.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Chapter One
Masao Kurenai was often told that he looked, and often acted, exactly like his grandfather, Otoya. Naturally, Masao hated this comparison, especially when he discovered how much of an idiot his grandfather had been. Otoya had been a lot of things that Masao hoped he never would become: a cheat, a liar, and a womanizer for instance.
Masao strived to be as different from his grandfather as he could. He threw himself into music, art, and fashion, and even managed to score his lifetime love, Akane Fujimori, as his fiancé. With his wealth from his art and his fashion line, Haus of Kurenai, he was able to give her a penthouse, fine clothes: essentially everything a woman could possibly want, on top of all of the love he had in his heart.
But there was quite a huge hitch in Masao’s life: Akane’s family.
Akane’s parents, Jiro and Yuri Fujimori, were the Wolfen King and Queen, and they had the misfortune of having Otoya in their life in the past. Masao’s grandfather had, at one point, taken Yuri’s heart away from Jiro, only to crush it into pieces later when he strayed and fell in love with Maya, the woman who would give birth to Masao’s father, Wataru. Even though Jiro had come back into Yuri’s life and helped her get over everything, and they now had a content life together, along with seven other children besides Akane, Masao was well aware of how uncomfortable he made the couple because of his looks. They tried their best to be polite to him, and he certainly didn’t blame them for feeling the way they did. He reminded them of a bad time in their lives that they’d rather forget. It made him wish he could somehow go back and change things.
And he couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind Akane’s twin sister, Tsumeko, hating him a little less either.
Tsumeko despised Masao. She was convinced that he was as no-good as his grandfather and would break Akane’s heart the way Otoya had done to her mother, so she often tried to persuade Akane to leave him. To her credit, Akane would have none of it, but that still didn’t dull the sting that Tsumeko’s attitude caused.
Of course when he found out from Akane that the reason Tsume reacted in such a way was because she’d had a nightmare when they were small about Yuri choosing Otoya instead…and he being their father instead of Jiro, well Masao could see why Tsume had such violent reactions to him from time to time.
All of this left Masao with an intense desire to go back and give his grandfather a piece of his mind, and to keep him away from Yuri for good. He had often thought about changing things, but had no idea how, until one day, his father Wataru Kurenai, made mention of a door in Castle Doran: a door through time.
It was further confirmed by his father’s friend, Keisuke Nago, who had traveled to the past through the door once. Suddenly, thanks to his father, Masao had a method to change the past, but what he didn’t have…was a plan.
At least, he thought he didn’t…until he happened to see his younger sister, Maya, in action, and he managed to finally form the perfect one.
Maya had been named after their grandmother, the fallen Fangire Queen, and was every bit as ethereally beautiful as she had been. Maya, who seemed to have inherited Otoya’s flirtatious nature, never failed to pass up an opportunity to seduce: be it by face, by voice, or by her instrument of choice, the harp.
This was clearly evidenced by the fact that if her paramour, Takeshi Fujimori, one of Akane’s brothers, was in the room while Maya played. He would sit, spellbound, for hours upon hours while she worked her magic, so to speak. It was when Masao witnessed this for himself that he realized that he had the perfect seductress to lure Otoya away from Yuri before he caused any serious damage…and Yuri back into Jiro’s waiting arms.
All Masao had to do now was convince Maya to join his cause.
He knew convincing his sister would not be easy, but it could be done. Maya suffered from Tsumeko’s hatred as much as Masao did, and he knew it drove her crazy. He figured that once he laid out the plan, she would be sure to agree.
The hard part now, was finding Maya. Masao’s first stop was the music academy he and his three younger sisters attended as music students: The Rose Conservatory. Maya was usually there in one of the practice rooms with her twin, Mio, who played the violin.
As Masao, who’d been a cellist at the Conservatory, ascended the wrought iron steps to the second floor’s practice rooms, he was greeted by a swarm of young men murmuring in awe as melodic sounds of a harp could be heard.
He fought to keep from rolling his eyes. Maya was in a room, all right.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Masao pushed his way through, ignoring the hushed gasps of “Kurenai-sempai!” as he waded through Maya’s sea of admirers.
He peeked into the open door and found Maya in the room with her harp, long fingers gliding gracefully over the strings.
As Maya reached the end of her sheet music, she paused and looked up, smiling. “Oniichan!” She waved. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to take you for coffee.” Masao replied. “I thought you could use a break. You’ve been here, all day, yes?”
“Well, yes, but mostly I’m helping Mio get courage for her upcoming solo recital. You know how Mio is with her stage fright.”
Mio was as painfully shy as the late Fangire Queen she’d been named after and Masao often found himself wondering why on earth she did this to herself. But no matter. Out of all of the violin players in the family, Mio was the most talented.
“Very well, as I recall, considering I was there when she ran offstage in the middle of our duet.” It had been the most humiliating night of Masao’s life. “Anyway, why don’t you put your things away and come with me? I’m treating.”
“You just said the magic words,” Maya grinned.
Over iced coffee and tea, Masao laid out the plan for his sister. They were going to go to Castle Doran, enter the time door and, hopefully, land in 1986 in a prime position to keep their grandfather away from Yuri.
Once that happened, Masao was going to coach Jiro on wooing Yuri and Maya was going to seduce Otoya and keep him occupied.
“It sounds good in theory, oniichan.” Maya said, playing with her straw. “But how will you convince Jiro to trust you? After all, you look like Grandfather. Even down to the bad hair.”
“I do not have bad hair.” Masao muttered. “Look, don’t fret over the details. We have to do this plan to save our future.”
“You just want to do this to get Tsumeko off your back.”
“And you don’t? She thinks you’re a whore.”
“I don’t give a crap what Tsumeko thinks about me. What I do give a crap about is that she keeps trying to get Takeshi to leave me.”
Masao groaned. Tsumeko was definitely a piece of work, even worse than Megumi’s husband, Nago… and everyone, save for Megumi and Wataru, hated Nago. “Maya, come on! This is our chance to right some wrongs! To keep Grandfather away from Yuri-san, to keep Grandmother from losing her powers, to make a better future! This is for a good cause.”
“Oniichan, if Grandmother doesn’t lose her powers, won’t we, you know, not exist either?”
“No. If King is killed before he has a chance to strip Grandmother of her power, Dad will become King. As long as we ensure that Papa is born and that they are not raised together, we will exist.”
“Thank goodness you thought this through,” Maya muttered.
“Maya, it’s for the good of our family.”
Maya sighed, relenting. “Okay, oniichan; I’ll help. When do we leave?”
The smile on Masao’s face could only be described as victorious.
A week later, Masao and Maya were sanding in front of what they’d been told had been the door through time.
“I sincerely hope we don’t get lost in time or something.” Maya muttered.
“We won’t. I am sure the door will take us to 1986.” Masao was nothing short of confident. “And once we’re there, we’ll be able to fix things.”
“What if we land someplace else?” She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her brother with a look.
“Maya! Trust me! When has oniichan ever let you down?”
Maya bit her lip. “Never.” And it was true. Masao was always there for his younger sisters.
“Then please, trust me now.”
Maya sighed and nodded in agreement. “All right then. Open the door.”
Masao managed to use every ounce of his Fangire strength to pull the door open and the two found themselves facing a swirling red vortex that sounded like ticking clocks. It was also quite windy and bright as they could barely see, trying to hold their ground.
“Hold my hand!” Masao yelled. “Or else we’ll be separated!”
Maya held her brother’s hand and closed her eyes as they jumped through the vortex and into the time stream.
Author: amazonstorm and vampirelissy14
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 20, after that AU
Summary: Determined to make things right, Masao Kurenai goes back in time to bring Jiro and Yuri together properly.
Author's note: This fic is a joint project written by myself (vampirelissy14) and my good friend Trinity (amazonstorm). It uses a mixture of canon and original characters created by the both of us. Masao Kurenai and his sister Maya belong to her, while Takeshi Fujimori is my own creation. All other characters pertaining to Kamen Rider Kiva belong (unfortunately) to Toei. This was just done in good fun and to right certain wrongs of Kiva canon.
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Chapter One
Masao Kurenai was often told that he looked, and often acted, exactly like his grandfather, Otoya. Naturally, Masao hated this comparison, especially when he discovered how much of an idiot his grandfather had been. Otoya had been a lot of things that Masao hoped he never would become: a cheat, a liar, and a womanizer for instance.
Masao strived to be as different from his grandfather as he could. He threw himself into music, art, and fashion, and even managed to score his lifetime love, Akane Fujimori, as his fiancé. With his wealth from his art and his fashion line, Haus of Kurenai, he was able to give her a penthouse, fine clothes: essentially everything a woman could possibly want, on top of all of the love he had in his heart.
But there was quite a huge hitch in Masao’s life: Akane’s family.
Akane’s parents, Jiro and Yuri Fujimori, were the Wolfen King and Queen, and they had the misfortune of having Otoya in their life in the past. Masao’s grandfather had, at one point, taken Yuri’s heart away from Jiro, only to crush it into pieces later when he strayed and fell in love with Maya, the woman who would give birth to Masao’s father, Wataru. Even though Jiro had come back into Yuri’s life and helped her get over everything, and they now had a content life together, along with seven other children besides Akane, Masao was well aware of how uncomfortable he made the couple because of his looks. They tried their best to be polite to him, and he certainly didn’t blame them for feeling the way they did. He reminded them of a bad time in their lives that they’d rather forget. It made him wish he could somehow go back and change things.
And he couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t mind Akane’s twin sister, Tsumeko, hating him a little less either.
Tsumeko despised Masao. She was convinced that he was as no-good as his grandfather and would break Akane’s heart the way Otoya had done to her mother, so she often tried to persuade Akane to leave him. To her credit, Akane would have none of it, but that still didn’t dull the sting that Tsumeko’s attitude caused.
Of course when he found out from Akane that the reason Tsume reacted in such a way was because she’d had a nightmare when they were small about Yuri choosing Otoya instead…and he being their father instead of Jiro, well Masao could see why Tsume had such violent reactions to him from time to time.
All of this left Masao with an intense desire to go back and give his grandfather a piece of his mind, and to keep him away from Yuri for good. He had often thought about changing things, but had no idea how, until one day, his father Wataru Kurenai, made mention of a door in Castle Doran: a door through time.
It was further confirmed by his father’s friend, Keisuke Nago, who had traveled to the past through the door once. Suddenly, thanks to his father, Masao had a method to change the past, but what he didn’t have…was a plan.
At least, he thought he didn’t…until he happened to see his younger sister, Maya, in action, and he managed to finally form the perfect one.
Maya had been named after their grandmother, the fallen Fangire Queen, and was every bit as ethereally beautiful as she had been. Maya, who seemed to have inherited Otoya’s flirtatious nature, never failed to pass up an opportunity to seduce: be it by face, by voice, or by her instrument of choice, the harp.
This was clearly evidenced by the fact that if her paramour, Takeshi Fujimori, one of Akane’s brothers, was in the room while Maya played. He would sit, spellbound, for hours upon hours while she worked her magic, so to speak. It was when Masao witnessed this for himself that he realized that he had the perfect seductress to lure Otoya away from Yuri before he caused any serious damage…and Yuri back into Jiro’s waiting arms.
All Masao had to do now was convince Maya to join his cause.
He knew convincing his sister would not be easy, but it could be done. Maya suffered from Tsumeko’s hatred as much as Masao did, and he knew it drove her crazy. He figured that once he laid out the plan, she would be sure to agree.
The hard part now, was finding Maya. Masao’s first stop was the music academy he and his three younger sisters attended as music students: The Rose Conservatory. Maya was usually there in one of the practice rooms with her twin, Mio, who played the violin.
As Masao, who’d been a cellist at the Conservatory, ascended the wrought iron steps to the second floor’s practice rooms, he was greeted by a swarm of young men murmuring in awe as melodic sounds of a harp could be heard.
He fought to keep from rolling his eyes. Maya was in a room, all right.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Masao pushed his way through, ignoring the hushed gasps of “Kurenai-sempai!” as he waded through Maya’s sea of admirers.
He peeked into the open door and found Maya in the room with her harp, long fingers gliding gracefully over the strings.
As Maya reached the end of her sheet music, she paused and looked up, smiling. “Oniichan!” She waved. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to take you for coffee.” Masao replied. “I thought you could use a break. You’ve been here, all day, yes?”
“Well, yes, but mostly I’m helping Mio get courage for her upcoming solo recital. You know how Mio is with her stage fright.”
Mio was as painfully shy as the late Fangire Queen she’d been named after and Masao often found himself wondering why on earth she did this to herself. But no matter. Out of all of the violin players in the family, Mio was the most talented.
“Very well, as I recall, considering I was there when she ran offstage in the middle of our duet.” It had been the most humiliating night of Masao’s life. “Anyway, why don’t you put your things away and come with me? I’m treating.”
“You just said the magic words,” Maya grinned.
Over iced coffee and tea, Masao laid out the plan for his sister. They were going to go to Castle Doran, enter the time door and, hopefully, land in 1986 in a prime position to keep their grandfather away from Yuri.
Once that happened, Masao was going to coach Jiro on wooing Yuri and Maya was going to seduce Otoya and keep him occupied.
“It sounds good in theory, oniichan.” Maya said, playing with her straw. “But how will you convince Jiro to trust you? After all, you look like Grandfather. Even down to the bad hair.”
“I do not have bad hair.” Masao muttered. “Look, don’t fret over the details. We have to do this plan to save our future.”
“You just want to do this to get Tsumeko off your back.”
“And you don’t? She thinks you’re a whore.”
“I don’t give a crap what Tsumeko thinks about me. What I do give a crap about is that she keeps trying to get Takeshi to leave me.”
Masao groaned. Tsumeko was definitely a piece of work, even worse than Megumi’s husband, Nago… and everyone, save for Megumi and Wataru, hated Nago. “Maya, come on! This is our chance to right some wrongs! To keep Grandfather away from Yuri-san, to keep Grandmother from losing her powers, to make a better future! This is for a good cause.”
“Oniichan, if Grandmother doesn’t lose her powers, won’t we, you know, not exist either?”
“No. If King is killed before he has a chance to strip Grandmother of her power, Dad will become King. As long as we ensure that Papa is born and that they are not raised together, we will exist.”
“Thank goodness you thought this through,” Maya muttered.
“Maya, it’s for the good of our family.”
Maya sighed, relenting. “Okay, oniichan; I’ll help. When do we leave?”
The smile on Masao’s face could only be described as victorious.
A week later, Masao and Maya were sanding in front of what they’d been told had been the door through time.
“I sincerely hope we don’t get lost in time or something.” Maya muttered.
“We won’t. I am sure the door will take us to 1986.” Masao was nothing short of confident. “And once we’re there, we’ll be able to fix things.”
“What if we land someplace else?” She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her brother with a look.
“Maya! Trust me! When has oniichan ever let you down?”
Maya bit her lip. “Never.” And it was true. Masao was always there for his younger sisters.
“Then please, trust me now.”
Maya sighed and nodded in agreement. “All right then. Open the door.”
Masao managed to use every ounce of his Fangire strength to pull the door open and the two found themselves facing a swirling red vortex that sounded like ticking clocks. It was also quite windy and bright as they could barely see, trying to hold their ground.
“Hold my hand!” Masao yelled. “Or else we’ll be separated!”
Maya held her brother’s hand and closed her eyes as they jumped through the vortex and into the time stream.