Apart from the Ocean (part 1)
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occhallenge. I'm trying to write a semi-coherent story with as many of the prompts as possible.
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 1)
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estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~600
Characters: Shinoda Aya, Kuramae Noboru
Warnings/Rating: 8+/PG
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Outside
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru.
Shinoda Aya met Kuramae Noboru when he'd stopped her outside the room where she'd just given a lecture about mythical creatures. She had begun researching and talking about mythical creatures ever since she'd met her father, and started learning how dangerous the supposed myths were to humanity. Her lectures were well-attended, not surprising ever since the dimensional portal had opened and the Fangaire had emerged. They were energy vampires, albeit friendly ones that wouldn't harm a human, and they had captured the imagination of the people of Japan.
They had also existed in her own world, albeit not so friendly. She knew that, but she had resisted lecturing on the Fangaire of her own world, not wanting to get a reputation for saying the sky was falling. After all, different world, different rules. Maybe she'd talk about her own world's Fangaire after the portal was gone.
Kuramae Noboru had asked her that day if she was going to give a lecture on the Fangaire, and she had told him that she wasn't. She wasn't into sensational lectures; she just wanted to arm people with knowledge that there had been, and in some cases, still were creatures out there that ate humans. But she didn't tell him that; she never told anybody that.
"Did you know the Wolfen, the Mermen, and the Franken all existed at one time on this world?" he'd asked. "The Fangaire too. But they all seem to have died out, as far as I can tell."
She'd shivered at that, knowing that the Mermen, Franken, and Wolfen still existed, had met the last pureblooded Merman. Left said Merman behind in Tokyo, far away. His presence was washed out by the general feel of the ocean in her mind, but if she'd gone to Tokyo, she could have found him, sought him out. He couldn't have hidden from her just like she couldn't hide from him when they were that close. He'd told her about the Wolfen and the Franken and how the Fangaire had nearly killed them off, and then had been killed off themselves.
Kuramae-san, being the person he was, had offered her his jacket, not realizing why she'd shivered. She'd turned it down only because she wasn't cold.
Now they were regularly seeing each other, talking about myths and legends and modern defenses, debated on whether the other world had those monsters too, and if they had been as friendly as the Fangaire. Sometimes they went to the swimming pool where she still practiced her swimming; he had been amazed to know that at some point in her life, she'd been focused on competing in the Olympics. She'd demurred when he'd asked her why she'd stopped swimming competitively. She could hardly admit that it was because she felt she had an unfair advantage.
When she went outside to swim, went to the ocean, she didn't invite him along. She doubted he even knew that she loved to swim there, that if her father was right, she needed the ocean just as she needed air to breathe.
They'd gone to the park a few days ago, had a picnic, talked more. She'd fallen asleep on his shoulder, apparently; he'd woken her up when he'd moved. He'd said she was too cute to wake up, so he'd let her sleep.
She wondered if he loved her, or he just liked being with her. She hoped it was just that he liked being with her, because she'd sworn some time ago that she'd never marry, never have children.
Never give the taint of her father's bloodline to a helpless child, as it had been given to her.
tbc
occhallenge. I'm trying to write a semi-coherent story with as many of the prompts as possible.Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 1)
Author:
estiroseFandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~600
Characters: Shinoda Aya, Kuramae Noboru
Warnings/Rating: 8+/PG
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Outside
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru.
Shinoda Aya met Kuramae Noboru when he'd stopped her outside the room where she'd just given a lecture about mythical creatures. She had begun researching and talking about mythical creatures ever since she'd met her father, and started learning how dangerous the supposed myths were to humanity. Her lectures were well-attended, not surprising ever since the dimensional portal had opened and the Fangaire had emerged. They were energy vampires, albeit friendly ones that wouldn't harm a human, and they had captured the imagination of the people of Japan.
They had also existed in her own world, albeit not so friendly. She knew that, but she had resisted lecturing on the Fangaire of her own world, not wanting to get a reputation for saying the sky was falling. After all, different world, different rules. Maybe she'd talk about her own world's Fangaire after the portal was gone.
Kuramae Noboru had asked her that day if she was going to give a lecture on the Fangaire, and she had told him that she wasn't. She wasn't into sensational lectures; she just wanted to arm people with knowledge that there had been, and in some cases, still were creatures out there that ate humans. But she didn't tell him that; she never told anybody that.
"Did you know the Wolfen, the Mermen, and the Franken all existed at one time on this world?" he'd asked. "The Fangaire too. But they all seem to have died out, as far as I can tell."
She'd shivered at that, knowing that the Mermen, Franken, and Wolfen still existed, had met the last pureblooded Merman. Left said Merman behind in Tokyo, far away. His presence was washed out by the general feel of the ocean in her mind, but if she'd gone to Tokyo, she could have found him, sought him out. He couldn't have hidden from her just like she couldn't hide from him when they were that close. He'd told her about the Wolfen and the Franken and how the Fangaire had nearly killed them off, and then had been killed off themselves.
Kuramae-san, being the person he was, had offered her his jacket, not realizing why she'd shivered. She'd turned it down only because she wasn't cold.
Now they were regularly seeing each other, talking about myths and legends and modern defenses, debated on whether the other world had those monsters too, and if they had been as friendly as the Fangaire. Sometimes they went to the swimming pool where she still practiced her swimming; he had been amazed to know that at some point in her life, she'd been focused on competing in the Olympics. She'd demurred when he'd asked her why she'd stopped swimming competitively. She could hardly admit that it was because she felt she had an unfair advantage.
When she went outside to swim, went to the ocean, she didn't invite him along. She doubted he even knew that she loved to swim there, that if her father was right, she needed the ocean just as she needed air to breathe.
They'd gone to the park a few days ago, had a picnic, talked more. She'd fallen asleep on his shoulder, apparently; he'd woken her up when he'd moved. He'd said she was too cute to wake up, so he'd let her sleep.
She wondered if he loved her, or he just liked being with her. She hoped it was just that he liked being with her, because she'd sworn some time ago that she'd never marry, never have children.
Never give the taint of her father's bloodline to a helpless child, as it had been given to her.
tbc
