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Fic: Bundle of contradictions (Kamen Rider Blade)
Kamen Rider Blade was one of my first KR series, and I still love it. In this fic, I attempt Hajime's POV, something I've never done before. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitsune_jade, who wanted Kenzaki/Hajime.
Bundle of Contradictions
by Estirose
c 2009
If anyone had told Hajime that he was falling in love with a human, he would have scoffed. Hajime did not fall in love with humans, after all, there was nothing worthy in any particular human that made him want to fall in love with them.
Therefore, he was not falling in love with Kenzaki Kazuma. Even if he liked the person. Kenzaki was too cheerful, too willing to let everything be without questioning things.
But another part of Kenzaki tugged at his soul. Another part of him wanted to know why the man was special, why he felt vaguely sometimes like one of Hajime's own kind. Which he wasn't.
Maybe it was because Kenzaki in some ways was a mystery. Hajime shouldn't have cared at all; even if Kenzaki had some Undead ancestry in him, Hajime was a killer. His destiny was to destroy worlds, not figure out what was special about one particular being.
Inexplicably, Hajime did care. Maybe it was part of those human emotions that had been fostered upon him when he sealed Human Undead. Maybe it was just spending too much time in his human form.
Which would explain why he liked Kenzaki, because Kenzaki cared about him. Kenzaki protected him, even knowing what he was. Even too much cheerfulness wasn't too bad when he considered that Kenzaki had a quality that he didn't understand and yet he yearned for.
Love confused him, and yet he could no more push it away than he could shake off the skin of his assumed body. He did not want to study it, and yet he did, and her wished for it to go away.
Being human was complicated. He knew that, he'd seen it. He didn't want to be like this. It left him vulnerable.
And yet, it had saved his life, Kenzaki's willingness to believe in someone that had been so... cold to him.
He sighed, adjusting a lens on his camera. He was not going to figure out everything that day, for sure.
Maybe he might not, ever.
kitsune_jade, who wanted Kenzaki/Hajime.Bundle of Contradictions
by Estirose
c 2009
If anyone had told Hajime that he was falling in love with a human, he would have scoffed. Hajime did not fall in love with humans, after all, there was nothing worthy in any particular human that made him want to fall in love with them.
Therefore, he was not falling in love with Kenzaki Kazuma. Even if he liked the person. Kenzaki was too cheerful, too willing to let everything be without questioning things.
But another part of Kenzaki tugged at his soul. Another part of him wanted to know why the man was special, why he felt vaguely sometimes like one of Hajime's own kind. Which he wasn't.
Maybe it was because Kenzaki in some ways was a mystery. Hajime shouldn't have cared at all; even if Kenzaki had some Undead ancestry in him, Hajime was a killer. His destiny was to destroy worlds, not figure out what was special about one particular being.
Inexplicably, Hajime did care. Maybe it was part of those human emotions that had been fostered upon him when he sealed Human Undead. Maybe it was just spending too much time in his human form.
Which would explain why he liked Kenzaki, because Kenzaki cared about him. Kenzaki protected him, even knowing what he was. Even too much cheerfulness wasn't too bad when he considered that Kenzaki had a quality that he didn't understand and yet he yearned for.
Love confused him, and yet he could no more push it away than he could shake off the skin of his assumed body. He did not want to study it, and yet he did, and her wished for it to go away.
Being human was complicated. He knew that, he'd seen it. He didn't want to be like this. It left him vulnerable.
And yet, it had saved his life, Kenzaki's willingness to believe in someone that had been so... cold to him.
He sighed, adjusting a lens on his camera. He was not going to figure out everything that day, for sure.
Maybe he might not, ever.