Fic: Ghosts Made Real (Kamen Rider Kiva)
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estiriseTitle: Ghosts Made Real
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: 8+
Spoilers: Some for mid-20s onwards.
Summary: Mio, like the old, abandoned picnic table she sits next to, is a ghost.
Word Count: 433
The picnic table sat on the edge of the beach, forlornly alone, empty, with no reason to be there. Mio was sure that somebody used it once, but it looked like it was in such bad shape that she wondered who did. She was sure everybody had forgotten it; everybody but her, and she wondered half the time if she had imagined it herself, or if it was a ghost made real.
That felt like her life, actually. That she's a ghost. A ghost of somebody who died and just doesn't remember it. It seems like a horrible thing, going through your life as if you were alive, breathing, part of the world.
If she is a ghost, then it was Bishop who killed her. Killed her mentally, killed the person that had once been Suzuki Mio, replacing her with an entity called "Queen". If it weren't for that appearance, the news that she was Queen, her life would still be happy. She would still be alive.
Was it possible to be alive in body, dead in mind? For some part of her had died when the Queen's mark showed up on her hand. She had not chosen to be Queen, had only a vague idea of what Queen did. Now that she knew Queen's heartbreaking role, she sometimes wished, often wished that she'd be free of that. Her predecessor Maya had freed herself of that role, and while it had been painful, Mio wished she'd told her of the way.
She was supposed to love Taiga, her King, a Fangire. Instead, she betrayed her own role, had fallen for a human, a mere human, loved who she shouldn't have loved. She wished that she could love Taiga; he was kind, in his own way, but he wasn't Wataru.
Wataru had tried to push her away when he'd heard about Taiga. He was loyal to those he loved, and who could blame him for trying to put her and Taiga together, the way things were supposed to be. He was kind, loving, and patient, cute and trained in the arts. Mio had often dreamed of living with him, at least for a while, living with him for his short life, loving him and making a family with him.
But that life was dead now. In some ways, she was dead now, a ghost like the picnic table that sat on the edge of the beach. And she cried for the Mio that had been, the Mio had died when she became Queen, on the little deserted beach that felt like her only home.
Author: EstiRose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: 8+
Spoilers: Some for mid-20s onwards.
Summary: Mio, like the old, abandoned picnic table she sits next to, is a ghost.
Word Count: 433
The picnic table sat on the edge of the beach, forlornly alone, empty, with no reason to be there. Mio was sure that somebody used it once, but it looked like it was in such bad shape that she wondered who did. She was sure everybody had forgotten it; everybody but her, and she wondered half the time if she had imagined it herself, or if it was a ghost made real.
That felt like her life, actually. That she's a ghost. A ghost of somebody who died and just doesn't remember it. It seems like a horrible thing, going through your life as if you were alive, breathing, part of the world.
If she is a ghost, then it was Bishop who killed her. Killed her mentally, killed the person that had once been Suzuki Mio, replacing her with an entity called "Queen". If it weren't for that appearance, the news that she was Queen, her life would still be happy. She would still be alive.
Was it possible to be alive in body, dead in mind? For some part of her had died when the Queen's mark showed up on her hand. She had not chosen to be Queen, had only a vague idea of what Queen did. Now that she knew Queen's heartbreaking role, she sometimes wished, often wished that she'd be free of that. Her predecessor Maya had freed herself of that role, and while it had been painful, Mio wished she'd told her of the way.
She was supposed to love Taiga, her King, a Fangire. Instead, she betrayed her own role, had fallen for a human, a mere human, loved who she shouldn't have loved. She wished that she could love Taiga; he was kind, in his own way, but he wasn't Wataru.
Wataru had tried to push her away when he'd heard about Taiga. He was loyal to those he loved, and who could blame him for trying to put her and Taiga together, the way things were supposed to be. He was kind, loving, and patient, cute and trained in the arts. Mio had often dreamed of living with him, at least for a while, living with him for his short life, loving him and making a family with him.
But that life was dead now. In some ways, she was dead now, a ghost like the picnic table that sat on the edge of the beach. And she cried for the Mio that had been, the Mio had died when she became Queen, on the little deserted beach that felt like her only home.
