Apart from the Ocean, part 20 (end)
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estiriseTomorrow looks like it might be a bit crazy, so I'm posting this (and the obligatory poll (tm)) tonight. I still have 5 more prompts to go to finish OC challenge, but this fic is done.
ETA: And now with more lj-cut!
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 20)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~600
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC), Ramon, Jiro, Riki, Megumi
Warnings/Rating: 13+/PG-13
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: City
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. The universe that Aya slips into is from my "Boxed In" AU.
A few days later, they'd had to run again, most likely reported by a fisherman who had noticed her in the morning sun and shouted at her, asking if she was the missing person that the Fangaire had been broadcasting about. At least he hadn't tried to approach them. She had warned her father and Riki-san about the humans that Kuramae-san had warned her about, and so they both knew about the threat to their family.
And they still hadn't seen Jiro-san and Megumi, not that it seemed to bother her father or Riki-san. They seemed to be caught up in their plans for a joint Merman-Franken mini-civilization. Or at least her father was; Riki didn't always seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, though he was faster and brighter than Kuramae-san had given him credit for.
She felt lucky that neither of the other two slept; her father's keen eyes had caught the group come to capture them, and woken her up. She'd not tried to go back to sleep this time, all too aware of the danger she was in, and very not ready to go back to captivity. They'd slipped out in some confusion and gone south, following the ocean, a new camp a bit above the water, on a cliff. Safer this time, or so her father had said. Two shelters had gone up this time, one for herself and one for Riki-san, once they were sure they were relatively invisible from the coastline.
Three nights after they'd established their current camp, her father had implemented his variation of Dr. Hamagaki's plan. It had been uncomfortable and freaky and it scared her that they'd have to do this to every single child. She'd probably have to do it, too, she'd probably be expected to do it. They didn't know how well it worked to slow down her aging for a while, but she hadn't felt the need to sleep for a week.
She knew that she couldn't go back to her life before, her father and Dr. Hamagaki and Kuramae-san had seen to that. She was still human, would always in some way be human, but she wasn't going to be a city-dweller anymore, not with her dependence on the ocean. But she still wasn't her father's daughter, and she wasn't the Fangaires' pawn. She was a Merman Okoi-hatsuoki, and she had a civilization to re-establish, without depending on others. Or depending on them as little as possible.
Apart from the ocean, nothing was constant. Everything seemed to be changing, as she herself was changing. The ways of the Merman Clan of old would be gone someday if she had a choice. And she wanted to shape her new kind into a true new kind.
And once she realized that, she realized that she couldn't do it hanging around Riki-san and her father, who were tied to the old ways. She also couldn't sit there and let the Fangaire recapture her, for even the most sympathetic would have questions as to why she hadn't run back to their arms. If she was to make the new life she wanted, she had to leave, had to make that new life that she wanted to make.
With that in mind, she stripped off her clothes. Human clothes, hopefully not needed anymore. Ties to the land. Ties, in many ways, to the past.
And then she waded into the ocean, into the welcoming waves, the welcoming wet. Once there, she didn't look back.
-End
ETA: And now with more lj-cut!
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 20)
Author:
estiroseFandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~600
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC), Ramon, Jiro, Riki, Megumi
Warnings/Rating: 13+/PG-13
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: City
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. The universe that Aya slips into is from my "Boxed In" AU.
A few days later, they'd had to run again, most likely reported by a fisherman who had noticed her in the morning sun and shouted at her, asking if she was the missing person that the Fangaire had been broadcasting about. At least he hadn't tried to approach them. She had warned her father and Riki-san about the humans that Kuramae-san had warned her about, and so they both knew about the threat to their family.
And they still hadn't seen Jiro-san and Megumi, not that it seemed to bother her father or Riki-san. They seemed to be caught up in their plans for a joint Merman-Franken mini-civilization. Or at least her father was; Riki didn't always seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, though he was faster and brighter than Kuramae-san had given him credit for.
She felt lucky that neither of the other two slept; her father's keen eyes had caught the group come to capture them, and woken her up. She'd not tried to go back to sleep this time, all too aware of the danger she was in, and very not ready to go back to captivity. They'd slipped out in some confusion and gone south, following the ocean, a new camp a bit above the water, on a cliff. Safer this time, or so her father had said. Two shelters had gone up this time, one for herself and one for Riki-san, once they were sure they were relatively invisible from the coastline.
Three nights after they'd established their current camp, her father had implemented his variation of Dr. Hamagaki's plan. It had been uncomfortable and freaky and it scared her that they'd have to do this to every single child. She'd probably have to do it, too, she'd probably be expected to do it. They didn't know how well it worked to slow down her aging for a while, but she hadn't felt the need to sleep for a week.
She knew that she couldn't go back to her life before, her father and Dr. Hamagaki and Kuramae-san had seen to that. She was still human, would always in some way be human, but she wasn't going to be a city-dweller anymore, not with her dependence on the ocean. But she still wasn't her father's daughter, and she wasn't the Fangaires' pawn. She was a Merman Okoi-hatsuoki, and she had a civilization to re-establish, without depending on others. Or depending on them as little as possible.
Apart from the ocean, nothing was constant. Everything seemed to be changing, as she herself was changing. The ways of the Merman Clan of old would be gone someday if she had a choice. And she wanted to shape her new kind into a true new kind.
And once she realized that, she realized that she couldn't do it hanging around Riki-san and her father, who were tied to the old ways. She also couldn't sit there and let the Fangaire recapture her, for even the most sympathetic would have questions as to why she hadn't run back to their arms. If she was to make the new life she wanted, she had to leave, had to make that new life that she wanted to make.
With that in mind, she stripped off her clothes. Human clothes, hopefully not needed anymore. Ties to the land. Ties, in many ways, to the past.
And then she waded into the ocean, into the welcoming waves, the welcoming wet. Once there, she didn't look back.
-End
