Fic: A Day in the Life of Nogami Ryotaro
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estiriseHere's the last of the five fics for today. This one wasn't actually a request; I wanted to expand more on the ideas covered in "In Body, Alone".
Title: A Day in the Life of Nogami Ryotaro
Fandom: Kamen Rider Den-O
Author: Estirose
Rating: 8+
Warnings/Spoilers: Occurs between episodes 12 and 13; spoilers for 5-12, a minor spoiler or two for episode 13.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
Summary: Some of Ryotaro's days are quiet, some are busy. Some are just days.
A Day in the Life of Nogami Ryotaro
By Estirose
c 2007
"Hey, Ryotaro!"
Ryotaro groaned as the voice woke him from his sleep. Not that, he noted from the time on his clock, that he could afford to stay in bed much longer; he had some things to do that day, and only some of it was for pleasure.
"Morning, Momotaros," he said, yawning. He could sense Momotaros in his head, as he could the other two Imagin that were part of him. The red Imagin had just had a cup of Naomi's coffee, by the feel of it. Urataros, too, was sipping at his cup of coffee, taking the time to enjoy it. And Kintaros... Kintaros was asleep, as usual. "What's going on?"
It was a morning like every morning in the last few months, with the exception that he'd gone from one to two to three Imagin. Not that he wanted any of them out of his body - at least not most of the time - but it did make his life a bit more interesting and more unpredictable. If it weren't for the fact that he had to talk out loud to them, and therefore sound nuts to any rational person, it wouldn't be so bad.
"You're just surly, sempai, because no Imagin have shown up recently," Urataros said. Well, that answered that question. Momotaros lived to fight. Urataros lived to lie and love, so he was calmer... and just as willing to 'borrow' Ryotaro's body if Ryotaro wasn't paying attention. However, it didn't feel like he'd been busy that evening, which was good, as Ryotaro did need his rest, sometimes. Most of the time, even.
Ryotaro pulled on the day's clothes. "It's all right," he said, as much to himself as to his Imagin partners. "We all need a day off, sometimes." He hoped it was a day off; while his older sister Airi was perfectly good at coming up with her own excuses as to why Ryotaro was coming out of his adventures bruised and bloody, he just hoped for a day of peace and quiet, much as it had been the last few. With luck, there wouldn't be an imagin for a week, or maybe even two weeks!
"A day off?" Momotaros responded, his annoyance plain in his tone. "A day off? I haven't had a good fight in three days!"
"Sempai," Urataros said, "Your last fight interrupted my last date."
"You shouldn't be using Ryotaro's body for dating, you perverted turtle! We're here to fight! Fight!"
Letting the two Imagin squabble, Ryotaro did his best to tune them out and go on with his tasks for the day. First, he had to go to the bookstore; Airi had tasked him with picking up some new books for the Cafe. He did so, vaguely realizing that Momotaros and Urataros had retreated to different corners - or at least seats - on the Denliner dining car and that Momotaros was fuming. He tuned them out more, getting on his bike and pedaling down through a pedestrian mall on his way back to the Milk Dipper.
He was sure that his big sister would have more to do; probably shopping, as he'd seen that they were low on supplies, and anything else his big sister or the cafe needed. Then out on his own to do his own thing; the park sounded good. He'd take a book and his camera (in case anything useful arose) and just relax before his shift at the Milk Dipper.
At the edge of the mall, he heard a cry. Not a there's-a-monster-rampaging cry, but the sincerely confused cry of a young child that had misplaced its parent. Or at least Ryotaro hoped so. He veered his bicycle towards the cry, wanting to make sure it was just that. As he came into view, the child - a quick glance confirmed it was a little girl, seemingly lost - cried more, and louder.
He felt himself pushed back in his own body as one of his Imagin took over, so surprised that he ceded control of his body for the moment.
"My strength will make you cry!" his body announced.
"Kintaros," he said - thought - to the Imagin controlling his body. The girl's cry had awakened his third Imagin, and he knew Kintaros wasn't going to stop until it was resolved - even if Ryotaro regained control. "It's all right. She's just lost her mother."
Ryotaro felt his body kneel beside the young girl, who was maybe four or five - preschool age. Probably on break. "It's all right," Kintaros said roughly, if kindly. "Let us find your mother."
The little girl stared at them, took in what Ryotaro presumed were Kintaros' yellow eyes, and started crying louder, turning away. Ryotaro could feel Kintaros' confusion. After all, what Kintaros wanted to do was help, not harm. "It's your eyes," he said, knowing that Kintaros' yellow eyes and manner of speaking were no doubt what had scared the young girl. Kintaros looked like a demon in human form, no matter how noble his intentions might be. Not everybody had experience with Kintaros and his quest for and belief in justice.
"Please," Kintaros said, "I mean you no harm. What does your mother look like?"
But the little girl refused to look at Kintaros, and cried even louder. Ryotaro was prepared to take his body back when a young woman - well, maybe in her mid-20s - hurried over and picked up the girl, sparing Kintaros little more than a glance as she rushed away, busy with her own life. Ryotaro wondered if she'd believe her daughter about the fact that the guy speaking to her had yellow eyes. For Kintaros' sake, he hoped not. He knew better than to press his own luck.
Kintaros let go, and Ryotaro couldn't help but feel his disappointment. The Imagin had meant well, but... things weren't always ideal.
Getting back on his bike, he somehow managed to make it back to the Milk Dipper without further incident. Or having to listen to anybody argue.
As expected, his sister Airi sent him back out with a shopping list, as she was busy serving the customers. The usual male crowd that hoped that his sister would make even a gesture towards them sat at various and sundry tables. Ozaki-san and Miura-san were up at the counter as usual, the first and foremost of her potential suitors.
Shaking his head at their notion that his sister would ever notice them, he pedaled off to the store, hoping he wouldn't lose the list in some freak accident or another, as had happened at least twice. Once he'd ended up with one of the cafe's bills instead of the shopping list, which hadn't done him or his sister much good. He'd taken to memorizing what he could, because he'd learned early on that lists were easily lost and Imagin weren't very good at remembering the day's groceries either. At least unless he expected to cede control of his body that night, and then Urataros remembered perfectly.
He wasn't that keen on having his body borrowed that evening, so he didn't ask Urataros to keep his grocery list straight.
Filling the cart with groceries wasn't too hard. He knew what brands Airi liked and got, and was able to make it to the checkstand with no problem other than having to filter out a two-or-three Imagin argument. Which, he thought, was getting easier all the time.
Ryotaro managed to pedal back to the Milk Dipper without incident, something he occasionally found minorly amazing. Once he stowed the food away, Airi shooed him off, leaving him free to his own devices. He nodded at Miura-san (who also meant well, even if he was trying to date Ryotaro's sister) and headed out.
This time, he didn't take his bicycle, instead choosing to walk to a nearby park.
Miura-san had been making noises like he wanted to exorcise Ryotaro, no doubt because he was one of the few who had seen a possession in action. Actually, Ozaki-san had too, but Ozaki-san had a remarkable ability to ignore strange things, given that he had been employed as a reporter more than once in his life.
But Ryotaro could have told Miura-san he didn't need exorcising. Of course, Miura-san wouldn't have believed him anyway, and would probably still be pestering him until he gave in. He made a note to himself to someday give in so Miura-san would be satisfied and let him go on with his Imagin partners. He trusted them all not to eviscerate the Super-Counselor.
Trust was an important thing. Most of the time, he trusted his three Imagin; in turn, they didn't take him over unless it was an emergency, or if Kintaros got confused, which did happen occasionally. Like this morning. Well, actually, he had to work with Kintaros a bit more on the not taking him over bit; the other two had it straight, but he didn't. The only good thing was that Kintaros meant well.
Settling onto his back, he looked up at a tree. Now, given his luck, there would be a bird or other creature needing to go right above; it's what usually happened to him when he lay back under trees, but he didn't mind. It wasn't fun, but it was something he accepted. He stared at the branches and tried to make himself at peace, letting himself listen to what was going on inside the Denliner dining car through the ears of his Imagin. With luck, Hana wouldn't decide to yell at them, which hurt his ears a little bit sometimes.
"Ryotaro." Kintaros' gruff tone startled him a little. Not that Kintaros was in a foul mood or anything like that; he was no doubt contemplating what had happened earlier.
"What is it, Kintaros?" Ryotaro asked, glad that the park was more or less deserted. "Is it about this morning?"
"I don't understand why the child ran away," his Imagin confessed.
"It's because your - our - eyes are yellow." It was definitely unfortunate for Kintaros. The girl had been so scared, and of nothing, really. "Nobody in this world knows you're good. And children are perceptive." More perceptive than adults, actually. Most adults assumed they were hallucinating things when they came across Kintaros, but children... children noticed. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Hrrumph." The Imagin seemed both satisfied and unsatisfied with Ryotaro's answer. To Kintaros, it had been a blow when the little girl was scared of him.
"Maybe you'd better let me do it next time," he said. He'd do it anyway, and this might placate Kintaros, who was somewhat remotely close to admitting his feelings had been hurt.
"You are a man of honor," Kintaros said after a moment. "I trust you to do the right thing."
That was as close as Kintaros was going to get to accepting that in that case he couldn't help. Ryotaro smiled. "I'll try my best."
Kintaros felt like he accepted that, and quieted down.
"Hey, Bear Boy! Some of us would like to talk to Ryotaro too!"
Momotaros' call was ignored by Kintaros, who had fallen asleep again. He could hear Momotaros' grow of frustration as he digested that fact. "Hey, Ryotaro, let's go out and have some fun!"
"I should rest," he said. Resting was good. Resting would keep his sister from concocting ever-more-bizarre drinks to try to help him out. "If I don't, Nee-san won't be happy."
"It's because of this big lug, right, right?" Momotaros asked. "He made your body heavy!" While Momotaros didn't say it, Ryotaro knew that he wished to have Urataros and Kintaros leave Ryotaro, have his host to himself once more. Momotaros had never taken well to sharing Ryotaro.
"I know, but...."
"Someday, Ryotaro...." But whatever the "someday" meant, Momotaros didn't articulate it.
He closed his eyes again, listening to birdsong while simultaneously opening his mental ears back at the Denliner. Momotaros seemed to have retreated back into his corner, fuming at the lack of action, while Urataros was contemplating... something. Whether Ryotaro would have any peace later, he wasn't sure, but he made a mental note to let Momotaros out soon. Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow would be good. It would release some of Momotaros' pent up anger and give him some peace.
It was funny, really, how he lived nowadays. With his responsibilities as Den-O, the Imagin inside him, and still having to pretend to maintain a normal life. Because, of course, he still lived in normal time, unlike Hana. His timeline was here, his home was here. None of the world knew he was Den-O, or knew that he carried three Imagin inside him, Imagin that were argumentative and yet he was used to them and liked them.
And it wasn't like he could drive them out. They were in there until there was some way to extract them, or until he let each of them grant a wish. And even though they weren't like the evil Imagin that he and they fought, he knew not to let them grant wishes. He'd seen Imagin victims; heck, even Kintaros had flown once, albeit to protect his host. He couldn't bear the thought of having an Imagin, no matter how well-meaning, fly through his own personal timestream.
He had the odd sense that if his past was really in danger, at the very least Kintaros would force him into a wish in order to make a last-ditch attempt to protect him. While that would no doubt make Momotaros very happy - less competition for him - Ryotaro had no desire to let Kintaros go.
Despite all the difficulties, he liked all of them. They definitely made his life a lot more interesting.
After what seemed like a short time, his watch beeped. He groaned as he realized that he'd taken longer than he'd thought, and he was due back at the Milk Dipper, as soon as possible. At least he'd set his watch up so he wouldn't be too overly late; his sister might not care, but a future employer probably wouldn't be too impressed by his timeliness record.
He made a mental note not to seek other employment until the war with the Imagin was over. Just because this day was peaceful didn't mean the next day would be.
Scrambling back home, he managed to slip into his apron almost quietly. Airi soon had him serving coffee and clearing tables, and he relegated the Imagin back to the back of his head, any arguments in progress drowned out by having to concentrate on not dropping anything on the floor. Miura-san gave him some funny looks, but he ignored them, just like he ignored them every time. Miura-san meant well, too. He just couldn't see that he wasn't needed. At least by Ryotaro.
And hopefully not by Airi either, though he tried. Meant well. Wouldn't have been bad if it hadn't been for someone else.
Ryotaro made sure he was facing the wall when he grimaced. She didn't remember, but he did. Pausing for a moment, he took stock of the situation. Remembering could be put on hold, could wait until the day was done and the dishes were clear and his older sister could handle it. Until then, he'd smile, and he'd pretend nothing was wrong, and he'd serve customers.
And finally, the day was through. Ryotarou went to his own bed, to his own place, tuned back into his Imagin briefly. It hadn't been a bad day; it had been a quiet day, and that was good. That he could live with.
"Hey, Ryotaro!"
"Tomorrow, Momotaros," he said sleepily. "I promise."
And the promise was meant, and he knew that Momotaros knew that, before he fell asleep.
-end
Title: A Day in the Life of Nogami Ryotaro
Fandom: Kamen Rider Den-O
Author: Estirose
Rating: 8+
Warnings/Spoilers: Occurs between episodes 12 and 13; spoilers for 5-12, a minor spoiler or two for episode 13.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine.
Summary: Some of Ryotaro's days are quiet, some are busy. Some are just days.
A Day in the Life of Nogami Ryotaro
By Estirose
c 2007
"Hey, Ryotaro!"
Ryotaro groaned as the voice woke him from his sleep. Not that, he noted from the time on his clock, that he could afford to stay in bed much longer; he had some things to do that day, and only some of it was for pleasure.
"Morning, Momotaros," he said, yawning. He could sense Momotaros in his head, as he could the other two Imagin that were part of him. The red Imagin had just had a cup of Naomi's coffee, by the feel of it. Urataros, too, was sipping at his cup of coffee, taking the time to enjoy it. And Kintaros... Kintaros was asleep, as usual. "What's going on?"
It was a morning like every morning in the last few months, with the exception that he'd gone from one to two to three Imagin. Not that he wanted any of them out of his body - at least not most of the time - but it did make his life a bit more interesting and more unpredictable. If it weren't for the fact that he had to talk out loud to them, and therefore sound nuts to any rational person, it wouldn't be so bad.
"You're just surly, sempai, because no Imagin have shown up recently," Urataros said. Well, that answered that question. Momotaros lived to fight. Urataros lived to lie and love, so he was calmer... and just as willing to 'borrow' Ryotaro's body if Ryotaro wasn't paying attention. However, it didn't feel like he'd been busy that evening, which was good, as Ryotaro did need his rest, sometimes. Most of the time, even.
Ryotaro pulled on the day's clothes. "It's all right," he said, as much to himself as to his Imagin partners. "We all need a day off, sometimes." He hoped it was a day off; while his older sister Airi was perfectly good at coming up with her own excuses as to why Ryotaro was coming out of his adventures bruised and bloody, he just hoped for a day of peace and quiet, much as it had been the last few. With luck, there wouldn't be an imagin for a week, or maybe even two weeks!
"A day off?" Momotaros responded, his annoyance plain in his tone. "A day off? I haven't had a good fight in three days!"
"Sempai," Urataros said, "Your last fight interrupted my last date."
"You shouldn't be using Ryotaro's body for dating, you perverted turtle! We're here to fight! Fight!"
Letting the two Imagin squabble, Ryotaro did his best to tune them out and go on with his tasks for the day. First, he had to go to the bookstore; Airi had tasked him with picking up some new books for the Cafe. He did so, vaguely realizing that Momotaros and Urataros had retreated to different corners - or at least seats - on the Denliner dining car and that Momotaros was fuming. He tuned them out more, getting on his bike and pedaling down through a pedestrian mall on his way back to the Milk Dipper.
He was sure that his big sister would have more to do; probably shopping, as he'd seen that they were low on supplies, and anything else his big sister or the cafe needed. Then out on his own to do his own thing; the park sounded good. He'd take a book and his camera (in case anything useful arose) and just relax before his shift at the Milk Dipper.
At the edge of the mall, he heard a cry. Not a there's-a-monster-rampaging cry, but the sincerely confused cry of a young child that had misplaced its parent. Or at least Ryotaro hoped so. He veered his bicycle towards the cry, wanting to make sure it was just that. As he came into view, the child - a quick glance confirmed it was a little girl, seemingly lost - cried more, and louder.
He felt himself pushed back in his own body as one of his Imagin took over, so surprised that he ceded control of his body for the moment.
"My strength will make you cry!" his body announced.
"Kintaros," he said - thought - to the Imagin controlling his body. The girl's cry had awakened his third Imagin, and he knew Kintaros wasn't going to stop until it was resolved - even if Ryotaro regained control. "It's all right. She's just lost her mother."
Ryotaro felt his body kneel beside the young girl, who was maybe four or five - preschool age. Probably on break. "It's all right," Kintaros said roughly, if kindly. "Let us find your mother."
The little girl stared at them, took in what Ryotaro presumed were Kintaros' yellow eyes, and started crying louder, turning away. Ryotaro could feel Kintaros' confusion. After all, what Kintaros wanted to do was help, not harm. "It's your eyes," he said, knowing that Kintaros' yellow eyes and manner of speaking were no doubt what had scared the young girl. Kintaros looked like a demon in human form, no matter how noble his intentions might be. Not everybody had experience with Kintaros and his quest for and belief in justice.
"Please," Kintaros said, "I mean you no harm. What does your mother look like?"
But the little girl refused to look at Kintaros, and cried even louder. Ryotaro was prepared to take his body back when a young woman - well, maybe in her mid-20s - hurried over and picked up the girl, sparing Kintaros little more than a glance as she rushed away, busy with her own life. Ryotaro wondered if she'd believe her daughter about the fact that the guy speaking to her had yellow eyes. For Kintaros' sake, he hoped not. He knew better than to press his own luck.
Kintaros let go, and Ryotaro couldn't help but feel his disappointment. The Imagin had meant well, but... things weren't always ideal.
Getting back on his bike, he somehow managed to make it back to the Milk Dipper without further incident. Or having to listen to anybody argue.
As expected, his sister Airi sent him back out with a shopping list, as she was busy serving the customers. The usual male crowd that hoped that his sister would make even a gesture towards them sat at various and sundry tables. Ozaki-san and Miura-san were up at the counter as usual, the first and foremost of her potential suitors.
Shaking his head at their notion that his sister would ever notice them, he pedaled off to the store, hoping he wouldn't lose the list in some freak accident or another, as had happened at least twice. Once he'd ended up with one of the cafe's bills instead of the shopping list, which hadn't done him or his sister much good. He'd taken to memorizing what he could, because he'd learned early on that lists were easily lost and Imagin weren't very good at remembering the day's groceries either. At least unless he expected to cede control of his body that night, and then Urataros remembered perfectly.
He wasn't that keen on having his body borrowed that evening, so he didn't ask Urataros to keep his grocery list straight.
Filling the cart with groceries wasn't too hard. He knew what brands Airi liked and got, and was able to make it to the checkstand with no problem other than having to filter out a two-or-three Imagin argument. Which, he thought, was getting easier all the time.
Ryotaro managed to pedal back to the Milk Dipper without incident, something he occasionally found minorly amazing. Once he stowed the food away, Airi shooed him off, leaving him free to his own devices. He nodded at Miura-san (who also meant well, even if he was trying to date Ryotaro's sister) and headed out.
This time, he didn't take his bicycle, instead choosing to walk to a nearby park.
Miura-san had been making noises like he wanted to exorcise Ryotaro, no doubt because he was one of the few who had seen a possession in action. Actually, Ozaki-san had too, but Ozaki-san had a remarkable ability to ignore strange things, given that he had been employed as a reporter more than once in his life.
But Ryotaro could have told Miura-san he didn't need exorcising. Of course, Miura-san wouldn't have believed him anyway, and would probably still be pestering him until he gave in. He made a note to himself to someday give in so Miura-san would be satisfied and let him go on with his Imagin partners. He trusted them all not to eviscerate the Super-Counselor.
Trust was an important thing. Most of the time, he trusted his three Imagin; in turn, they didn't take him over unless it was an emergency, or if Kintaros got confused, which did happen occasionally. Like this morning. Well, actually, he had to work with Kintaros a bit more on the not taking him over bit; the other two had it straight, but he didn't. The only good thing was that Kintaros meant well.
Settling onto his back, he looked up at a tree. Now, given his luck, there would be a bird or other creature needing to go right above; it's what usually happened to him when he lay back under trees, but he didn't mind. It wasn't fun, but it was something he accepted. He stared at the branches and tried to make himself at peace, letting himself listen to what was going on inside the Denliner dining car through the ears of his Imagin. With luck, Hana wouldn't decide to yell at them, which hurt his ears a little bit sometimes.
"Ryotaro." Kintaros' gruff tone startled him a little. Not that Kintaros was in a foul mood or anything like that; he was no doubt contemplating what had happened earlier.
"What is it, Kintaros?" Ryotaro asked, glad that the park was more or less deserted. "Is it about this morning?"
"I don't understand why the child ran away," his Imagin confessed.
"It's because your - our - eyes are yellow." It was definitely unfortunate for Kintaros. The girl had been so scared, and of nothing, really. "Nobody in this world knows you're good. And children are perceptive." More perceptive than adults, actually. Most adults assumed they were hallucinating things when they came across Kintaros, but children... children noticed. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Hrrumph." The Imagin seemed both satisfied and unsatisfied with Ryotaro's answer. To Kintaros, it had been a blow when the little girl was scared of him.
"Maybe you'd better let me do it next time," he said. He'd do it anyway, and this might placate Kintaros, who was somewhat remotely close to admitting his feelings had been hurt.
"You are a man of honor," Kintaros said after a moment. "I trust you to do the right thing."
That was as close as Kintaros was going to get to accepting that in that case he couldn't help. Ryotaro smiled. "I'll try my best."
Kintaros felt like he accepted that, and quieted down.
"Hey, Bear Boy! Some of us would like to talk to Ryotaro too!"
Momotaros' call was ignored by Kintaros, who had fallen asleep again. He could hear Momotaros' grow of frustration as he digested that fact. "Hey, Ryotaro, let's go out and have some fun!"
"I should rest," he said. Resting was good. Resting would keep his sister from concocting ever-more-bizarre drinks to try to help him out. "If I don't, Nee-san won't be happy."
"It's because of this big lug, right, right?" Momotaros asked. "He made your body heavy!" While Momotaros didn't say it, Ryotaro knew that he wished to have Urataros and Kintaros leave Ryotaro, have his host to himself once more. Momotaros had never taken well to sharing Ryotaro.
"I know, but...."
"Someday, Ryotaro...." But whatever the "someday" meant, Momotaros didn't articulate it.
He closed his eyes again, listening to birdsong while simultaneously opening his mental ears back at the Denliner. Momotaros seemed to have retreated back into his corner, fuming at the lack of action, while Urataros was contemplating... something. Whether Ryotaro would have any peace later, he wasn't sure, but he made a mental note to let Momotaros out soon. Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow would be good. It would release some of Momotaros' pent up anger and give him some peace.
It was funny, really, how he lived nowadays. With his responsibilities as Den-O, the Imagin inside him, and still having to pretend to maintain a normal life. Because, of course, he still lived in normal time, unlike Hana. His timeline was here, his home was here. None of the world knew he was Den-O, or knew that he carried three Imagin inside him, Imagin that were argumentative and yet he was used to them and liked them.
And it wasn't like he could drive them out. They were in there until there was some way to extract them, or until he let each of them grant a wish. And even though they weren't like the evil Imagin that he and they fought, he knew not to let them grant wishes. He'd seen Imagin victims; heck, even Kintaros had flown once, albeit to protect his host. He couldn't bear the thought of having an Imagin, no matter how well-meaning, fly through his own personal timestream.
He had the odd sense that if his past was really in danger, at the very least Kintaros would force him into a wish in order to make a last-ditch attempt to protect him. While that would no doubt make Momotaros very happy - less competition for him - Ryotaro had no desire to let Kintaros go.
Despite all the difficulties, he liked all of them. They definitely made his life a lot more interesting.
After what seemed like a short time, his watch beeped. He groaned as he realized that he'd taken longer than he'd thought, and he was due back at the Milk Dipper, as soon as possible. At least he'd set his watch up so he wouldn't be too overly late; his sister might not care, but a future employer probably wouldn't be too impressed by his timeliness record.
He made a mental note not to seek other employment until the war with the Imagin was over. Just because this day was peaceful didn't mean the next day would be.
Scrambling back home, he managed to slip into his apron almost quietly. Airi soon had him serving coffee and clearing tables, and he relegated the Imagin back to the back of his head, any arguments in progress drowned out by having to concentrate on not dropping anything on the floor. Miura-san gave him some funny looks, but he ignored them, just like he ignored them every time. Miura-san meant well, too. He just couldn't see that he wasn't needed. At least by Ryotaro.
And hopefully not by Airi either, though he tried. Meant well. Wouldn't have been bad if it hadn't been for someone else.
Ryotaro made sure he was facing the wall when he grimaced. She didn't remember, but he did. Pausing for a moment, he took stock of the situation. Remembering could be put on hold, could wait until the day was done and the dishes were clear and his older sister could handle it. Until then, he'd smile, and he'd pretend nothing was wrong, and he'd serve customers.
And finally, the day was through. Ryotarou went to his own bed, to his own place, tuned back into his Imagin briefly. It hadn't been a bad day; it had been a quiet day, and that was good. That he could live with.
"Hey, Ryotaro!"
"Tomorrow, Momotaros," he said sleepily. "I promise."
And the promise was meant, and he knew that Momotaros knew that, before he fell asleep.
-end
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Date: 2007-06-15 02:14 am (UTC)and this :
ne, ne, did you realize those sentences could have double meanings? XD
er, or was it just me who used slashy goggled eyes when i read it?
Oh, well. Anyway, Good fic ;D
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Date: 2007-06-17 03:51 am (UTC)With Den-O and its possession theme, it's kind of hard not to deal with slight sexual hints with the Imagin.