Daiki and Tsukasa - Special Chapter
Title: Daiki and Tsukasa... and Natsumi
Special Chapter: Predestined
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade
Character: Hikari Natsumi, Kadoya Tsukasa, Kaito Daiki
Rating: G
Summary: Side story to Rippled Dimensions. Kaito looked back towards the past, when he had first met Tsukasa for the first time.
A/N: Well I'll blame Kaito for anything mischievous...
A/N2: Should have done this earlier. Dedicated to gazza_ladra, my Tsukasa wanted me to write this for you.
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It was as if he needed to continue walking, even if he did not even know where to go. He had to continue walking-what was that he needed to do? He could not remember it. Was there someone that he wanted to find? Who was it... if there was any? Lights... shadows... there were so many...
Oh, then there was night.
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It was this dream again. Heaven knows how on earth she could even realize that this was a dream. It was one of those few times... when she was aware about it in her sleep.
She was dressed again in that frilly white dress, standing by herself in the middle of the grassy canyons. And just as she started to look around, tens of masked warriors on bikes suddenly stormed the land. Some on other kinds of mechanical giant creatures... some on strange trains...
Two identical men, fighting each other. The place seemed to be somewhere near a beach.
Natsumi blinked. What was that just now? That was different. She jumped as everywhere around her started to explode again. As the dream proceeds as it usually do, Natsumi looked up towards the mount of defeated warriors before seeing the single figure in bright red.
"Decade..."
Natsumi woke up startled as she was now back in the studio desk. She shook her head.
What's wrong with her? Lately, she has been having frequent drowsy periods, and her dreams often being the same kind of image. There was one where she was witnessing a great battle of many warriors... all ending up being defeated by one sole warrior, in which somehow she call him Decade. And another... was a scene where several of those armed warriors chasing after that one Decade, presumably to defeat him.
Her earlier dream was of the first one, yet this time there was another flash of another scene in between that dream. A different place, a different scene. Two men... or was it three? One seemed to be dying...
Natsumi suddenly recalled the name she thought she have heard in one of her dreams. Without thinking, she immediately rushed out towards one of the bedroom upstairs. Last week, during her outing to the store... she had somehow stumbled into a gathering of people. Someone had collapsed by the side of the road, yet no one tried to take the man to the hospital! When Natsumi had seen the man, she had thought of sending the man to the nearest clinic. Yet, she did not.
Instead, she had brought the man home and after explaining to her grandfather, had tended to the man's injuries herself. A part of her now had wondered why did she did what she did. There was something familiar about the man, she couldn't tell what.
It was since then when she had started to have these strange dreams, yet even during the first time she had it and could recall most of the details in that dream-it felt so familiar as if she had been seeing that dream for as long as ever. Strange...
Natsumi silently entered the room where the man-still unconscious-was resting in. The man carried no hint of identification, none at all-perhaps it had been a right decision to bring the man home. The man did not look as if he was a bad person, and this situation might be hard to explain if she did sent him to the clinic.
She picked up the pink camera, a twin-lens reflex camera. An interesting choice, considering nowadays people mostly turned into those digital cameras and a lot less of these kinds of cameras that still uses films. Well, not saying that there aren't still photographers preferring to use films instead of going digital-what kind of photographer was this man, to get hurt like this so much? Even the camera suffered some damages. Looking back at the nameless man, she had wondered if it was the camera that had spared his life. The injuries on the man's chest was deep, if the camera haven't been hung around there... the cut probably would go deeper and the man would definitely die!
Natsumi turned the camera around as she detected a small inscription. Kadoya Tsukasa. Tsukasa! It was the name she heard in her dreams! And the one just now, the new part of the dream she haven't seen before-the appearance of those two identical men was the same as this man! What did this all mean?
"Who are you...?"
Natsumi gasped as she look up to see the man wide awake. "A... ah! Tsukasa-san? You're awake?"
The man blinked. "Tsukasa? Who... did you just called me with that name? Was my name... Tsukasa?"
Natsumi stared at him wide-eyed. "I... Don't tell me, you've lost your memories?"
It was unexpected, yet she should have guessed it would be like this. The wide gash on his forehead was a deep cut as well, and who knows how long had the man been lying on the ground unattended. Still, it didn't seem to matter. Tsukasa was alive. Even if his memories were lost, he was alive!
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The present time.
Kaito eyed the room from a distance as he watched Tsukasa rolling on the ground laughing-or was it crying?-before Natsumi headed to his direction and sat beside him on the table. He cringed at the lady beside him.
"What did Tsukasa do?"
Natsumi hissed at him. "Didn't you just saw it just now? Tsukasa was saying that my style was too dorky so that was the reason he refused taking me around to see the places here!"
Kaito tried his best to appear unaffected before posing him another question. "But when did you learn that technique? That Laughing Point thing? And why just on Tsukasa?"
Natsumi shrugged. "It's something I've learnt in this old book I've found while clearing this house," she said before pausing, "As to why I always did that to Tsukasa... it's because ever since I've found him with no memories of himself, Tsukasa never really did ever smiled. Or laughed. He would often brood and scowl in the corner, wondering in vain as to why he had lost his memories."
Kaito smiled. "Well... that sounded hard to believe. The Tsukasa I first met had always been cheerful, but I guess losing your memories do that to people."
Natsumi grinned at him. "Kaito-san, you really liked Tsukasa... didn't you?"
"What're you talking about?" Kaito looked at her in alarm, "I did not-"
Natsumi ignored him. "Ah well, even if the Tsukasa right now was not the same as the Tsukasa Kaito-san met in the past, I'm sure in some way... there still be a part of Tsukasa who would always appreciates you, Kaito-san."
Now this girl started to be a wee bit suspicious. "What did you mean?" he asked as Natsumi smiled.
"You seemed a bit more lonely these few days..."
Kaito suddenly gave a snort as he averted his eyes from her. This girl...
And then he noticed how Tsukasa has finally sobered up but still looking flushed after his dreadful ordeal. A mischievous thought crossed his mind.
"Natsumelon... where was this particular laughing point you were talking about?"
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It was then, moments after that when Tsukasa looked up towards Kaito that he felt something dreadful had been planned. Before he could run, Kaito wrapped his arm around him-shocking not only Tsukasa, but also Yuusuke and Natsumi.
"What... what the hell Kaito let go off me!" Tsukasa screamed as Kaito chuckled.
"Stop struggling, I've been meaning to do this for a very long time... idiot. I had always stopped halfway from doing this every time in the past because the idiot you just had to lose your memories. You once scared me to death in the past and again when I thought you really died for real; don't tell me to let you go now!"
Yuusuke and Natsumi started giggling as Tsukasa snarled at them. Had Kaito looked up to his face, he would have seen his face being so red.
And then, Kaito raised his head just slightly before poking his thumb onto the side of Tsukasa's neck.
"Wha-?" Tsukasa started to say before once again overcame with uncontrollable laughter. "Kaito... aha... what did-let go off me you idiot!"
Kaito continued to laugh alongside his old friend as Tsukasa kept screaming at him. Guess those brats were right. Even if those memories in their past had been lost, his memories of Tsukasa still remains.
So that should mean his ultimate treasure was not truly lost after all...
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Hehe... I thought to conclude this piece with a merry feel. XDDDDDDDDD
Special Chapter: Predestined
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade
Character: Hikari Natsumi, Kadoya Tsukasa, Kaito Daiki
Rating: G
Summary: Side story to Rippled Dimensions. Kaito looked back towards the past, when he had first met Tsukasa for the first time.
A/N: Well I'll blame Kaito for anything mischievous...
A/N2: Should have done this earlier. Dedicated to gazza_ladra, my Tsukasa wanted me to write this for you.
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It was as if he needed to continue walking, even if he did not even know where to go. He had to continue walking-what was that he needed to do? He could not remember it. Was there someone that he wanted to find? Who was it... if there was any? Lights... shadows... there were so many...
Oh, then there was night.
xxx
It was this dream again. Heaven knows how on earth she could even realize that this was a dream. It was one of those few times... when she was aware about it in her sleep.
She was dressed again in that frilly white dress, standing by herself in the middle of the grassy canyons. And just as she started to look around, tens of masked warriors on bikes suddenly stormed the land. Some on other kinds of mechanical giant creatures... some on strange trains...
Two identical men, fighting each other. The place seemed to be somewhere near a beach.
Natsumi blinked. What was that just now? That was different. She jumped as everywhere around her started to explode again. As the dream proceeds as it usually do, Natsumi looked up towards the mount of defeated warriors before seeing the single figure in bright red.
"Decade..."
Natsumi woke up startled as she was now back in the studio desk. She shook her head.
What's wrong with her? Lately, she has been having frequent drowsy periods, and her dreams often being the same kind of image. There was one where she was witnessing a great battle of many warriors... all ending up being defeated by one sole warrior, in which somehow she call him Decade. And another... was a scene where several of those armed warriors chasing after that one Decade, presumably to defeat him.
Her earlier dream was of the first one, yet this time there was another flash of another scene in between that dream. A different place, a different scene. Two men... or was it three? One seemed to be dying...
Natsumi suddenly recalled the name she thought she have heard in one of her dreams. Without thinking, she immediately rushed out towards one of the bedroom upstairs. Last week, during her outing to the store... she had somehow stumbled into a gathering of people. Someone had collapsed by the side of the road, yet no one tried to take the man to the hospital! When Natsumi had seen the man, she had thought of sending the man to the nearest clinic. Yet, she did not.
Instead, she had brought the man home and after explaining to her grandfather, had tended to the man's injuries herself. A part of her now had wondered why did she did what she did. There was something familiar about the man, she couldn't tell what.
It was since then when she had started to have these strange dreams, yet even during the first time she had it and could recall most of the details in that dream-it felt so familiar as if she had been seeing that dream for as long as ever. Strange...
Natsumi silently entered the room where the man-still unconscious-was resting in. The man carried no hint of identification, none at all-perhaps it had been a right decision to bring the man home. The man did not look as if he was a bad person, and this situation might be hard to explain if she did sent him to the clinic.
She picked up the pink camera, a twin-lens reflex camera. An interesting choice, considering nowadays people mostly turned into those digital cameras and a lot less of these kinds of cameras that still uses films. Well, not saying that there aren't still photographers preferring to use films instead of going digital-what kind of photographer was this man, to get hurt like this so much? Even the camera suffered some damages. Looking back at the nameless man, she had wondered if it was the camera that had spared his life. The injuries on the man's chest was deep, if the camera haven't been hung around there... the cut probably would go deeper and the man would definitely die!
Natsumi turned the camera around as she detected a small inscription. Kadoya Tsukasa. Tsukasa! It was the name she heard in her dreams! And the one just now, the new part of the dream she haven't seen before-the appearance of those two identical men was the same as this man! What did this all mean?
"Who are you...?"
Natsumi gasped as she look up to see the man wide awake. "A... ah! Tsukasa-san? You're awake?"
The man blinked. "Tsukasa? Who... did you just called me with that name? Was my name... Tsukasa?"
Natsumi stared at him wide-eyed. "I... Don't tell me, you've lost your memories?"
It was unexpected, yet she should have guessed it would be like this. The wide gash on his forehead was a deep cut as well, and who knows how long had the man been lying on the ground unattended. Still, it didn't seem to matter. Tsukasa was alive. Even if his memories were lost, he was alive!
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The present time.
Kaito eyed the room from a distance as he watched Tsukasa rolling on the ground laughing-or was it crying?-before Natsumi headed to his direction and sat beside him on the table. He cringed at the lady beside him.
"What did Tsukasa do?"
Natsumi hissed at him. "Didn't you just saw it just now? Tsukasa was saying that my style was too dorky so that was the reason he refused taking me around to see the places here!"
Kaito tried his best to appear unaffected before posing him another question. "But when did you learn that technique? That Laughing Point thing? And why just on Tsukasa?"
Natsumi shrugged. "It's something I've learnt in this old book I've found while clearing this house," she said before pausing, "As to why I always did that to Tsukasa... it's because ever since I've found him with no memories of himself, Tsukasa never really did ever smiled. Or laughed. He would often brood and scowl in the corner, wondering in vain as to why he had lost his memories."
Kaito smiled. "Well... that sounded hard to believe. The Tsukasa I first met had always been cheerful, but I guess losing your memories do that to people."
Natsumi grinned at him. "Kaito-san, you really liked Tsukasa... didn't you?"
"What're you talking about?" Kaito looked at her in alarm, "I did not-"
Natsumi ignored him. "Ah well, even if the Tsukasa right now was not the same as the Tsukasa Kaito-san met in the past, I'm sure in some way... there still be a part of Tsukasa who would always appreciates you, Kaito-san."
Now this girl started to be a wee bit suspicious. "What did you mean?" he asked as Natsumi smiled.
"You seemed a bit more lonely these few days..."
Kaito suddenly gave a snort as he averted his eyes from her. This girl...
And then he noticed how Tsukasa has finally sobered up but still looking flushed after his dreadful ordeal. A mischievous thought crossed his mind.
"Natsumelon... where was this particular laughing point you were talking about?"
xxx
It was then, moments after that when Tsukasa looked up towards Kaito that he felt something dreadful had been planned. Before he could run, Kaito wrapped his arm around him-shocking not only Tsukasa, but also Yuusuke and Natsumi.
"What... what the hell Kaito let go off me!" Tsukasa screamed as Kaito chuckled.
"Stop struggling, I've been meaning to do this for a very long time... idiot. I had always stopped halfway from doing this every time in the past because the idiot you just had to lose your memories. You once scared me to death in the past and again when I thought you really died for real; don't tell me to let you go now!"
Yuusuke and Natsumi started giggling as Tsukasa snarled at them. Had Kaito looked up to his face, he would have seen his face being so red.
And then, Kaito raised his head just slightly before poking his thumb onto the side of Tsukasa's neck.
"Wha-?" Tsukasa started to say before once again overcame with uncontrollable laughter. "Kaito... aha... what did-let go off me you idiot!"
Kaito continued to laugh alongside his old friend as Tsukasa kept screaming at him. Guess those brats were right. Even if those memories in their past had been lost, his memories of Tsukasa still remains.
So that should mean his ultimate treasure was not truly lost after all...
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Hehe... I thought to conclude this piece with a merry feel. XDDDDDDDDD