Successful Experiment (KR Blade)
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estiriseTitle: Successful Experiment
Author: Estirose
Written: 2004
Series: Kamen Rider Blade
Spoilers: episode 15 onward
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Wherein Isaka's test succeeds....
Mutsuki didn't remember getting there.
Suddenly the world was full of light, and he was in a bed, and something had happened.
Two men in combat gear grabbed him and he was hauled up... somewhere... and tossed to the floor. He wasn't sure where, but three men studied him as if he was a particularly interesting lab specimen. They had something up on a little table, but he didn't have much time to study it before one of the men, the one who seemed to be in charge, removed his glasses.
"Stand up," the man commanded, and Mutsuki could feel his body obeying. "Face the image."
Image? What image? His body turned around without him.
A rectangular light sprang up in front of him and crawled towards him. He wanted to run, but his body wouldn't cooperate.
* * *
A few minutes later, the celebration died down. "Close it," the man ordered, and the purple and blue rectangle reappeared, rushing into him and lifting some of the weight.
One of the men walked around him and stopped to look at him. It wasn't the man with the sunglasses. "This is amazing," he breathed.
"Turn around," the man with the sunglasses said. Mutsuki felt himself obeying again. "Yes," the man breathed. "Take him away for the moment. I'll begin training him a little later, once I get Tachibana-san out of my hair."
Mutsuki wondered who Tachibana-san was and hoped he did something about the man.
"Spare quarters, sir?" one of the gas-masked men asked.
"Yes. And make sure they're locked from the outside. Can't have our new Rider wandering off."
Rider? Mutsuki wanted to ask more, but his body wouldn't move. The room buslted around him as he was grabbed.
* * *
The men deposited him into a small room with a Western-style bedframe and a thin, bare mattress. He could hear the door click behind him.
Finding that he could move his own muscles again, he sat down on the mattress. What had happened to him? Why was the man with the sunglasses calling him a Rider and mentioning training?
And then he remembered.
* * *
He'd been on his way home from playing basketball when the thing had attacked him. It had long blond hair, but that was the only beautiful thing about it. It had long claws, like the American superhero Wolverine, and it had been growling at him.
He'd run.
It had caught up to him a few minutes later. Mutsuki had been backed into a corner when *he'd* arrived.
The Rider. The Kamen Rider.
He'd been a little older than Mutsuki enough, and had flown literally into the monster, knocking him away from Mutsuki. He'd transformed, fought the monster, but the monster had gotten away.
The man - Mutsuki had never gotten his name - had made sure he was all right, knocking something into the water. And then he was gone.
Mutsuki had to wonder if thad had been the Tachibana-san that Sunglasses Man had spoken of.
Not that he could *do* anything about it right now.
Something had happened with that light, he was sure of it. Had he become a Kamen Rider?
If so, he had a bad feeling that he'd just become one for the bad guys.
Mutsuki slumped. What had he gotten himself into?
* * *
Sunglasses man had come back. He was injured, but he ignored his injuries just as much as he ignored the fact that Mutsuki was frightened.
Behind him were three of the familiar figures with gas masks - no lab coats this time. The three gas-masked men hauled him into a large, open room, one that looked vaguely familiar.
Sunglasses man spoke to someone not visible. Karasuma, Mutsuki thought he'd heard, and held onto that name. If and when he got out of there, he'd have to remember it.
But there was little time to do anything more as Sunglasses Man held out a strange card and an even stranger rectangular box.
"Take them," the man instructed, and Mutsuki involuntarily reached out for both. He got a look at the card; it was a picture of a spider with a club motif.
"Insert the card." Mutsuki's hand fed the card into a small tray on the box. "Push it in." His fingers and hand obeyed, pushing the card and the little tray in.
Sunglasses Man reached out and guided the box to Mutsuki's abdomen. Something flowed out of it, securing it around his waist.
"Open the circle."
Mutsuki slid the two front halves apart. As he did that, the same rectangular light, this time with the same spider-club motif, sprung out and started towards him. His body stood stock still as the light enveloped him once more.
"Excellent."
Mutsuki realized that his body was his own for the moment, and looked down. He was in some kind of greenish-goldish armor, carrying some kind of staff.
Sunglasses Man's frame flowed, until Mutsuki was facing a dark creature with bluish 'feathers'. The being attacked.
Mutsuki did the only sensible thing. He ran.
Or at least he tried to.
The doors were locked.
He looked bewilderingly at the man - the being - who advanced towards him. "What do you want?" he asked.
The being attacked.
Mutsuki screamed.
"It's too early," a voice said, as if defending him. "He doesn't know what he is, what he's doing. All of my Riders knew they were Riders."
The being - the monster - stopped and seemed to glare at the voice. But as if the words had calmed it, it shifted back into Sunglasses Man. "You're right."
"Kamijou Mutsuki," the voice said. "Congratulations."
"You have been chosen by the Category Ace. You are now Kamen Rider Leangle."
Mutsuki couldn't move.
"We're going to train you."
That didn't sound good. But he couldn't tell them, couldn't get his mouth to work to tell them that they'd made a mistake. That he had no idea how to do whatever Kamen Riders did. That he, Kamijou Mutsuki, was an ordinary teenager who played basketball and had a girlfriend, and he was in no way a superhero.
Sunglasses Man gazed at him impassively. Mutsuki still couldn't move.
"Training is over... for now."
Author: Estirose
Written: 2004
Series: Kamen Rider Blade
Spoilers: episode 15 onward
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Wherein Isaka's test succeeds....
Mutsuki didn't remember getting there.
Suddenly the world was full of light, and he was in a bed, and something had happened.
Two men in combat gear grabbed him and he was hauled up... somewhere... and tossed to the floor. He wasn't sure where, but three men studied him as if he was a particularly interesting lab specimen. They had something up on a little table, but he didn't have much time to study it before one of the men, the one who seemed to be in charge, removed his glasses.
"Stand up," the man commanded, and Mutsuki could feel his body obeying. "Face the image."
Image? What image? His body turned around without him.
A rectangular light sprang up in front of him and crawled towards him. He wanted to run, but his body wouldn't cooperate.
* * *
A few minutes later, the celebration died down. "Close it," the man ordered, and the purple and blue rectangle reappeared, rushing into him and lifting some of the weight.
One of the men walked around him and stopped to look at him. It wasn't the man with the sunglasses. "This is amazing," he breathed.
"Turn around," the man with the sunglasses said. Mutsuki felt himself obeying again. "Yes," the man breathed. "Take him away for the moment. I'll begin training him a little later, once I get Tachibana-san out of my hair."
Mutsuki wondered who Tachibana-san was and hoped he did something about the man.
"Spare quarters, sir?" one of the gas-masked men asked.
"Yes. And make sure they're locked from the outside. Can't have our new Rider wandering off."
Rider? Mutsuki wanted to ask more, but his body wouldn't move. The room buslted around him as he was grabbed.
* * *
The men deposited him into a small room with a Western-style bedframe and a thin, bare mattress. He could hear the door click behind him.
Finding that he could move his own muscles again, he sat down on the mattress. What had happened to him? Why was the man with the sunglasses calling him a Rider and mentioning training?
And then he remembered.
* * *
He'd been on his way home from playing basketball when the thing had attacked him. It had long blond hair, but that was the only beautiful thing about it. It had long claws, like the American superhero Wolverine, and it had been growling at him.
He'd run.
It had caught up to him a few minutes later. Mutsuki had been backed into a corner when *he'd* arrived.
The Rider. The Kamen Rider.
He'd been a little older than Mutsuki enough, and had flown literally into the monster, knocking him away from Mutsuki. He'd transformed, fought the monster, but the monster had gotten away.
The man - Mutsuki had never gotten his name - had made sure he was all right, knocking something into the water. And then he was gone.
Mutsuki had to wonder if thad had been the Tachibana-san that Sunglasses Man had spoken of.
Not that he could *do* anything about it right now.
Something had happened with that light, he was sure of it. Had he become a Kamen Rider?
If so, he had a bad feeling that he'd just become one for the bad guys.
Mutsuki slumped. What had he gotten himself into?
* * *
Sunglasses man had come back. He was injured, but he ignored his injuries just as much as he ignored the fact that Mutsuki was frightened.
Behind him were three of the familiar figures with gas masks - no lab coats this time. The three gas-masked men hauled him into a large, open room, one that looked vaguely familiar.
Sunglasses man spoke to someone not visible. Karasuma, Mutsuki thought he'd heard, and held onto that name. If and when he got out of there, he'd have to remember it.
But there was little time to do anything more as Sunglasses Man held out a strange card and an even stranger rectangular box.
"Take them," the man instructed, and Mutsuki involuntarily reached out for both. He got a look at the card; it was a picture of a spider with a club motif.
"Insert the card." Mutsuki's hand fed the card into a small tray on the box. "Push it in." His fingers and hand obeyed, pushing the card and the little tray in.
Sunglasses Man reached out and guided the box to Mutsuki's abdomen. Something flowed out of it, securing it around his waist.
"Open the circle."
Mutsuki slid the two front halves apart. As he did that, the same rectangular light, this time with the same spider-club motif, sprung out and started towards him. His body stood stock still as the light enveloped him once more.
"Excellent."
Mutsuki realized that his body was his own for the moment, and looked down. He was in some kind of greenish-goldish armor, carrying some kind of staff.
Sunglasses Man's frame flowed, until Mutsuki was facing a dark creature with bluish 'feathers'. The being attacked.
Mutsuki did the only sensible thing. He ran.
Or at least he tried to.
The doors were locked.
He looked bewilderingly at the man - the being - who advanced towards him. "What do you want?" he asked.
The being attacked.
Mutsuki screamed.
"It's too early," a voice said, as if defending him. "He doesn't know what he is, what he's doing. All of my Riders knew they were Riders."
The being - the monster - stopped and seemed to glare at the voice. But as if the words had calmed it, it shifted back into Sunglasses Man. "You're right."
"Kamijou Mutsuki," the voice said. "Congratulations."
"You have been chosen by the Category Ace. You are now Kamen Rider Leangle."
Mutsuki couldn't move.
"We're going to train you."
That didn't sound good. But he couldn't tell them, couldn't get his mouth to work to tell them that they'd made a mistake. That he had no idea how to do whatever Kamen Riders did. That he, Kamijou Mutsuki, was an ordinary teenager who played basketball and had a girlfriend, and he was in no way a superhero.
Sunglasses Man gazed at him impassively. Mutsuki still couldn't move.
"Training is over... for now."
