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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Hey…

… Hey, wireless?

F YOU.

Okay. Thank god for common sense. I accidentally lost my post bc my wireless conked out.

HOWEVER!

I was wise, and copied the contents. so we have lost nothing but the tags. Which weren’t that interesting any way.

So here we go!

In no order: (also, I apologise for any typos my fingers decided they wanted to type a mile a minute… DX)

Aw, Naohisa (still thinking I’m spelling his name wrong) is giving them science lessons…

That Melto loves and Asuna doesn’t get… XD It’s okay Asuna, I’m not sure I understand, either.

Melto’s so starry-eyed, gods love him. XD

ASUNA.

Aw, Tyramigo. It’s okay, Melto, he doesn’t mean it meanly. ^^

They’re really cute though. XD

I guess Kou got the idea to see the world in his head from watching tv…

But I feel like there are better places to get into the river than jumping over this railing…

THAT LITTLE BLINK BEFORE HE SAYS ‘209’ XD

He’s clearly got no idea why that’s shocking. ^^

UI DON’T JUST ACCEPT THIS! DX

I guess she decided that she couldn’t really tell a 209 year old what to do…

This episode officially made me conclude that Ui and Touwa are the smols. They’re the youngest of the siblings. Kou is next, then Melto and Asuna are like… Twins who are slightly older than him. No one can agree which one of them is older. Banba is obviously the eldest and stuck managing them. Maybe until Gold gets here. Unless he’ll have to manage Gold, too.

Touwa’s fast, but Banba outweighs him… A for effort, though, sweetie. <3

To continue reading foreshadowing in everything… I wonder if Touwa commenting he doesn’t think Banba can lose in one v one means we’re eventually going to see just that happen.

Or, potentially, maybe Banba did once lose to someone in one v one?

Or both?

Touwa, honey, I just want you to know I very much support the concept of you and the others just tackling your brother. Like Merry and Pippin w/ Boromir. Just jump him. He could use the hugs.

Banba gazes majestically off into the distance as he prepares to be angsty.

Banba: ‘People will always betray you.’

Me: ‘Who did this to you? SHOW ME SO I CAN STAB THEM W/ THIS FORK TEN MILLION TIMES???’

I so want whoever hurt him like this to be an absolute dickwad and I want to see them get their asses kicked, esp by some truly pissed off little sibs.

By Banba, too, absolutely. But I would kill for an ep where the kids find out what this person did and go on a roaring rampage of protectiveness for their big brother. TT^TT DX

Touwa definitely doesn’t know what happened… DX I think he knew Banba was distrusting towards others and very much a loner, but he looks so sad and confused that I don’t think he knew it went this deep…

I wanna hug my little green gremlin son, too! DX I WANNA HUG ALL OF THEM!

Eh. I’m sure she’s fine.

Mook suit actors, the unsung heroes of any and all Sentai. XD

Hey, Green final slash! And Black again. ^^

XD Touwa. Banba’s just like ‘irritated growl.’ ^^

I’m… Pretty sure Ui just insulted this guy…?

Okay, here’s the thing. I don’t see nobody glowing green and losing life force. So… Did they just decide not to put that effect in, or… Or did the Minusaur actually come from someone else?

Like… Tall Cheese?

Ahem. Sorry. I mean Fita.

Though she’s not glowing either… Augh. I dunno what I’m saying.

Why would they chain up Ui, but not Kou?

Well done, Kou. ^^ Boy’s clever is a fight. XD

… What the heck was that boise and dramatic shot of her face? Where they just trying to remind us she’s an idol? I think it happened when the brothers find her, too… Does it mean something? Hmm… I dunno.

Kou’s reaction is hilarious, though.

Ui’s neck is gonna hurt later… DX

Okay, but later the brothers wake her up just fine? I guess the effects were only temporary… That’s probably why they chained them up, so that they couldn’t escape even when they woke up.

And… Kou’s sense ends here. Why didn’t you call the others, you dork? XD

Hmm… I miss Tankjoh, but I kinda like the new guy’s music…

I think he’s meant to be a drastically different personality. Where Tankjoh was surly and serious, this guy is bombastic and childish.

These are the most badass children I have ever seen.

Actually, that’s not true, but, they’re up there.

I’m wonder if it’s an effect of the brainwashing.

I love that girl in the lavender sweatshirt who just goes for the spinning kick. XD

Touwa probably bothered Banba until he agreed to bring her here. XD Which may have been easier bc Banba probably didn’t want to have to deal w/ her…

Melto thinking ‘oh, crap, she’s pretentious, the only way we’re gonna get her to talk is… *sigh* okay, someone has to take this bullet, it might as well be me…’

Honestly, though, I think the only other person who would possibly be willing to do that is Touwa, and probably not. Asuna wasn’t taking well to getting ordered around, and Banba would never kneel to anyone (… Well… Actually, no comment). My interpretation is that Melto realises she’s rather high and mighty, and that she’ll respond to an act of 'reverence’ like that, and he knows no one else in the room is gonna be willing to do it w/out complaining. So he just steps in to save them all the trouble. Mom friend to the rescue.

Honestly, it’s very sensible of him. ^^

I need to write more w/ Melto… DX

Banba is the back modelling. Bc boy can’t be in a single scene where he isn’t posing in some way at every opportunity.

XD I WAS RIGHT. ^^

Sorry Short Cheese, Banba doesn’t care if you think he has manners (I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to ditch her in the forest earlier XD). Touwa looks slightly miffed, but I think he’s less effected by it coming from you. The only one you’re offending is Asuna. And, actually, I’d advise against that.

Hey, isn’t Asuna also technically a noble?

Asuna’s like ‘First off, how dare you? Second, how dare you? And third… How dare you?’

XD This is even funnier bc of one of my casual ships. ^^

Melto hates this so much, but he’s willing to do it to find out what’s happening. XD Poor baby.

Oh, okay. So the mind control is just his thing.

This is so vague I can’t trust it… I mean, I guess most of it could be on the level, but… Hm. I gotta wonder if they were allowed to escape… And what exactly he’s got on them to have them still be doing this? (Bc next ep pretty much reveals they’re trying to trick the team) Is Short Cheese mind controlled? Is Tall Cheese? They repeat her ‘I would risk my own life to save her’ twice this ep, so I’m guessing Tall Cheese/little sister’s life is still in danger somehow…? I dunno. I guess we’ll learn this weekend.

So… What, you can just teleport? Why didn’t you do that when you were running before? SUSPICIOUS?

Also, I’m not sure I trust these flashbacks either, bc they’re from Short Cheese’s point of view, and next ep indicates she wasn’t being on the level w/ the team. I mean, she’s holding that orange rock in a bottle… But… Did it come from her planet? Is it something they stole from the Druidons? Or is there a part of this story that was left out (actually, that much is obvious bc Short Cheese didn’t mention the rock at all), where the Druidon gave it to her? Too many variables, even if I didn’t know they were up to something.

I should note that it’s pretty obvious they’re not actually evil and are being forced into doing this. They’re only here as guest stars and they’re being promoted as being idols (exhibit A, the abrupt song sequence coming up), so I HIGHLY doubt they’re gonna pull out the rug and make them outright evil.

And, anyway, the next ep preview practically confirms that. XD

Girl in the lavender sweatshirt is ready to kill something, I swear.

I also like the boy in the burgundy and white sweatshirt. XD He’s paying such good attention. ^^

Asuna’s offended, Melto’s somewhere else thinking about Wyzul, Banba doesn’t care and Touwa’s in. XD

Touwa clearly here thinking ‘dear god, I know I never want to go through that… O_o’

Honey, I am so sorry, but I make no promises. DX

That’s a very direct question, but no less then I’d expect from Banba. Though also… Kinda odd? What are you trying to establish here, sweetie? Why are you asking this?

This line is very important, clearly. They repeat it twice. Pretty sure it’s to make us understand that whatever is going on next ep, it’s bc the sisters are trying to protect each other. Like I said, I’m presuming that Tall Cheese is actually still in danger somehow.

WHAT WAS HE TRYING TO ESTABLISH W/ THAT QUESTION? And then he just accepts her answer? I’m confused…

I really can’t tell if he’s finding something odd w/ this, or if he’s accepting it bc he’s sympathising w/ her… DX Tatsuya is being unreadable too well! DX

And then she… Just starts singing? Like, I love this show, but… There could’ve been a better lead up to that.

Though I do love Naohisa reacting to the lights. XD

So… Was this just a random musical interlude, or… Was she doing something? I guess it was so that Kou could hear it and make the connection, but the execution could have gone a little better.

Banba takes that extra moment to pose. XD

Untransformed fight! ^^

I love how Banba just delays transforming to take off. :D

I needed to use a new emoticon.

Kou’s little ‘Ah!’ and pointing when the kids show up! XD

Girl in the lavender sweatshirt is going to cut something.

See, this is an effective use of the singing.

Uh… What. Melto, what does that… Whatever. Sentai logic.

Now he says ‘Okay, Tyra!’ instead of just ‘Tyra!’

SOMEONE TEACH HIM TOUWA AND BANBA’S NAMES!

Banba would be SO AWKWARD. XD

Oh, NOW you transform. XD Well, we wouldn’t have had that beautiful weapon toss if you had before. ^^

See? We bring up the line again, and there’s a weird sound cue? Does it mean anything?

Touwa sees the other smollest sib and must immediately go help her. XD

I do like the improve mobility of this mech. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adored the clusterfuck of orbs that was the Kyuranger mecha, but… It’s nice to seem something more dynamic once in a while?

Kudos the new suit actor, too. Whose name still escapes me… DX

Convenient train tracks. XD Sentai logic.

Actually, just Toku logic.

I love MirNeedle and his honk and his spinning attack. XD

Could you be more tsundere in one sentence???

Touwa’s just like ‘stages of realising your brother is a tsundere, stage 3: acceptance’

Kou doesn’t mind, though. XD

I do think Banba is starting to kind of like the trio, but boy is very damaged and the concept scares him, so he’s trying to fight it as much as possible, even though it’s just kind of a slight, vague fondness at this point.

Like, eventually, he’s going to end up adopting them, it’s going to happen, he’s going to have at least four younger sibs, actually five. But we’re not there quite yet.

I would love a ‘we’re not each other’s only family anymore’ sort of thing from the brothers. Or maybe one of the trio telling them that. XD

One day, a Mosasaurus will be in that empty spot, I bet.

Melto and Banba on the same wavelength. ^^

So… The Minusaur host is dead now?

This is cute, but I already know there’s more to this.

XD Oh, Banba. You’re starting to like them, I know you are. You’re not getting out of this. Though I do get why you really don’t want that to happen.

Though I do think his getting emotional next week is a partially due to it. ^^ Like, yes, there’s the fact that he’s mad at Kou for being too trusting, and that it might be dangerous for all of them/earth, but… I dunno. Probably overthinking.

But I’m gonna wax on about that shot in the preview later, don’t worry. XD

Or worry, if you don’t want to hear my rambling. In… Which case why would you even be reading this.

Melto on point again. XD I really need to write more w/ you… DX

Though on the other hand, I guess there’s a possibility that she could have read it in Naohisa’s papers at the house, or he said it to her. But she didn’t seem interested in the research, and they could just ask Naohisa if he mentioned it.

Hm… Maybe they’re waiting to update the ED until Gold gets here.

Why does Kou have the inflation Soul activated?

… That sounds like he knows way more about economics than he actually does. XD

As far as the preview, I like the drama that seems to be happening. ^^ Maybe they’ll finally give us some slightly more concrete info on what happened to Banba. Or just… Anything about the brothers’ past? And what about that hooded person? The sisters are up to something, but they’re obviously being forced into it somehow, Wyzul is definitely the sneaky type. We’re also heading into May, which means DimeVolcano and possibly Gaisorg/Gaisoulg? Though he wasn’t in any of the scans so even if his figurine is releasing, we likely won’t be seeing him until the very end/month after.

Pleasedon’tbeGoldpleasedon’tbeGoldpleasedon’tbeGold.

There are so many better possibilities. DX I know who I want it to be (even though I don’t strictly know ‘who’ that is XD), but there are other possibilities too.

And while I would like to see next ep, I am also curious about the arc coming after it. I really wanna know if my crazed visual analysis madness was right about it only being the kids who are trapped in Wonderland and Banba is trying to get them out. I wanna know.

Hm… Does anyone know where the ‘newspaper summaries’ come from? Like, we got the ones from 5 to 7… Are we gonna get ones for 8 to 11 at some point?

I am an impatient baby. DX ^^;

That’s all folks! Virtual chocolate eclairs for anyone who read all that. But, actually, that’s not all! I still wanna ramble about something—namely, and silly personal theory/hc of mine.

Bc of this face:

Okay, so. During that conversation where Banba did the whole ‘Kindness can make one weak’ thing, I mentioned that I found Kou’s reaction interesting? Bc it might’ve been in his characterisation to get mad and insist that kindness does not make people weak—esp since he clearly still doesn’t think that. But instead, he just looked a little hurt, and looked sad? Like… It seemed to me he was more saddened that Banba thought that way at all than being offended by the statement. Not ‘how could you think that?!’ but more… Like ‘that’s so sad that you’ve been made to believe that?’ If that makes sense? That somehow, Kou caught on that Banba has this view bc he was hurt terribly in the past? And then there’s this face here. Boy looks like a sad puppy. It’s totally my skewed interpretation bc I had that thought before, but to me it looks like he’s looking at Banba like… Empathetically? Like he pities him? So now I’m falling even deeper into the idea that Kou doesn’t find Banba’s distrust of others insulting of offensive in anyway, but is just sad for the fact that someone could come to think that way. Realises that Banba is like this bc he got hurt and is scared, and is just heartbroken by that? That someone could get hurt so badly that they lose faith in nearly all goodness in the world? I might like it if there’s a moment where Kou proves he’s more thoughtful than he seems (like, he can be thoughtful, he has his moments—though he is still an impulsive, goofy doofus) by, like, outright asking Banba what happened to him. That’d def throw Banba for a loop, I think. This is, of course, just my overthinking and incoherent rambling. But I do like the idea. ^^ Last note: my god Tatsuya has pretty eyelashes! DX

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Random musing…

… Thoughts that popped into my head last night:

Banba is absolutely the ‘pull into the drive-through, buy one black coffee and leave’ type.

Melto is ‘we have food at home.’

Ui and/or her father would be also chanting ‘MCDONALDS MCDONALDS MCDONALDS’… (though I’m not convinced Ui wouldn’t be part of the kids…)

The kids would be Kou, Touwa, and Asuna (and maybe Ui, too).

Meanwhile, the Elder is off in the triangle’s fourth corner like ‘why go to McDonalds when you can come to me kebab truck!’ or something.

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #my precious Dino Children #Firebird Randomness #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #I dunno I got this in my head last night #Ui is the little sister #but she's that little sister who occasionally manages the others I guess #???#dunno #I was most certain about the first two #XD #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat #*quietly waits to see if anyone is going to point That out… XD*

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Alright…

… So I’ll be doing a ramble about the preview images later (bc I need to collect some sleep rn). But I also feel like subjecting everyone to my two favourite shots from one of the previews. (Note: these are from the version of the preview that aired w/ the episode, not the ‘online’ one.)

Me @ Banba: Honey, look me in the eye and try to tell me you are not getting soft on the kids. Do it.

Anyway, look, it’s mah boys. Well, sans Melto. And plus Cannoli (as I will be referring to him in all non-serious situations—Ryuu why did you give me this nickname I can’t stop using it). But these three are def shaping up to be one of my fave dynamics in the show (not my only, of course—like, I’ve got the team as a whole, then there’s the dork trio, etc. etc. ad infinitum). I really like how Kou is kind of fitting into the ‘third’/’middle’ brother kind of role w/ them? Like, he’s still childish, and to Banba they’re both ‘little,’ but Kou is also kind of a big brother for Touwa, too? More immature and naive (this seeming like it might be a case of the latter), then the eldest brother but also a reliable big brother to the younger one? I think I’m repeating myself? I’m tired.

The short of it is, I like their dynamic, and I hope it gets explored more. I do also like how the second image, though it’s probably just Kou looking back bc Banba’s hand is on his shoulder, it kinda reminds me of the DimeVolcano ep where, during the scene where they learn the kid was kidnapped, it really looked like Kou was looking to Banba for some sort of support/assurance? Kind of like a little sibling might look to an older sibling for reassurance or something, to go back to my favourite method of describing things. Esp w/ that little nod Banba gave him?

Sigh…

I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’m rambling.

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #Ryusoulger Spoilers #my precious Dino Children #my precious sweet faced goof baby #my precious little green gremlin child #my precious grumpy big brother in shining armour #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #my girls aren't in these images (and neither is Melto) but it looks like there's shenanigans going on in the ep #I just saw these I thought it was adorable #like the soft hand on shoulder thing #he did it a little more urgently when Touwa got bitten #but it's the first time we've really seen him have a particularly… 'gentle' (?) interactionw/ someone else #esp since the last time he had a physical sort of interaction w/ Kou it was grabbing his collar and yelling #like he doesn't even look mad #just kinda like… well a little sad?#anyway #I am rambling again #I love these three's dynamic and I hope to see more of it #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Oooooo…

… Thoughts:

Okay, so I’ve been rambling about how much I would like for Master Black to be Gaisoulg, and, obviously, I’ve been thinking about different ways to go about it. And I had an idea.

What if the trio find out first? Esp if it does turn out they went bad willingly (and did something like kill Green). So then they’re stuck debating whether they should tell the boys (also esp if they learn about the fact that the brothers are actively looking for their Master(s)) bc they don’t know if they should try to give them closure or spare their feelings. Additionally, them hesitating over destroying Gaisoulg bc of that, bc they all lost their Masters, and they’re still hesitating to put someone else through that (esp if the boys are present at the time), or alternatively bc they want to try and save Master Black. And then of course it inevitably turns out there’s no saving them, or something like that.

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #my precious Dino Children #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #like them having a chance to destroy Gaisoulg but hesitate #and the armour gets away #esp if someone ends up getting hurt bc of that #might also be a dark twist on the whole 'kindness' thing #but then in the end the trio finally snapping on them for what they did to the boys naturally #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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So…

… I was thinking about episodes I would love to see, primarily to do w/ Banba bc, well, I’m predictable.

But.

Like, body swapping plot is good. Something kinda like that Dekranger episode? Could go for lots of drama there. Banba would be absolutely willing to destroy his own body, no matter the consequences, esp if it hurt Touwa, or possibly, at that point, any of them—and whether they follow something like the Dekranger plot, where the kids figure it out, or if it’s kinda like in LuPat where they know, but not know how to get them back… Or maybe figure it out, but they think that the monster (aka Banba in said monster’s body) was destroyed already (like, if it was apparently destroyed immediately following what they realise was a swap). That’d be painful.

Also good: variants of mind control. Something like that ep in Hurricanger? W/ the berserk gas? I mean, not exactly that plot (understandably, that ep was kinda integral to Hurricanger’s specific plot), but something similar. Alternatively, like that ep in Shinkenger where Ryuunosuke got mind controlled pushing Chiaki out of the way of the… Mind control-nesss. Would probably be scarier w/ Banba if it was the second one, due to him being the most skilled. Would be a great opportunity to bring up the whole one-on-one’ thing Touwa mentioned when they were training. I think if it were just mindless berserking… Kou and Asuna would be the scariest. Esp Asuna.

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #my precious Dino Children #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #I mainly like Banba for the mind control thing bc #well see I was really upset about the news about Pua #so I was trying to cheer myself up w/ Que Bom! Ryusoulger and looking at my 'cute comfort image'#which is from this really good Manga called +Anima #anyway it's an image of the little found family heroes of the story doing a group hug #which in context is just after a situation where one of them (the eldest/tallest) was going berserk #and they stop him #and he ends up pulling all the younger kids into a hug #and I was like #the Ryusoulgers need to do that #so #yeah nonsensical explanation for why I now want this to happen #like one of them's on his shoulders and he's holding the other two each w/ one arm #(obviously there's more people on the Ryusoulger team but they'd fit)#anyway that's what I'm on about rn #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Random Writing Possibilities Can She Fit It In One Post?…

… I don’t actually know. Can I?

I decided fudge it, I’m gonna post this, I need something else to think about.

So this is a 'possibility’ bc I’m not sure I’m gonna expand it. The other one(s) I’m still working away on, but I dunno how, if, or when I’m gonna do more of this. Even more hazy than a demo.

Anyway, I got a random idea in my head. I was not expecting my head to run a bloody MARATHON w/ it.

(the joke of the title is that I’m still not sure if there are post length limits—bc this is LONG)

Short summary of what leads up to these events, notably, from the trio’s point of view:

They beat the Minusaur/whatever, and head back the Tatsui house, where usual goofing off ensues. Meanwhile, a giant thunderstorm raises outside, but they’re all safe in the house, being their absolutely goofy selves… Until there’s a knock on the door.

Banging on the door interrupted everything. They all froze, turning to look towards the front door, then the clock, then at each other, anxiously. After a few moments of silence, the pounding came again, more urgently.

Naohisa finally broke the silence. “Who could that be at this hour?” He mused, getting up from his chair to make his way to the door. “Good evening!” They all heard him begin brightly, opening it, “I’m afraid that we’re-” His voice stopped abruptly. There was a long silence.

“… Touwa?”

There was an edge of alarm and concern in his tone that had them all crowding forward even before he could step out of the way to allow the boy in—and when they saw Touwa, they immediately understood.

Green looked like a lost kitten who’d been left in a storm. He was soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to his body so tightly that it was frightfully apparent just how thin he was—it seemed a miracle he hadn’t been blown away by the wind. A blue tinge in his lips stood out against his deathly pale skin, and he was shivering so badly that his knees were knocking together almost cartoonishly, and Melto was already halfway through reaching for a blanket before he’d even stumbled through the doorframe.

But what was worse was that he’d been crying. It was hard to see through the wet and cold; but his eyes were red and puffy, and his lip was trembling. The distress in his expression wasn’t just that of discomfort or chill—he looked… Frightened. Desperate, broken. … Betrayed.

Ui had caught his arm and Melto was trying to get the blanket over his shoulders by the time he finally stilled his quivering lip enough to speak. “I… I…” He stammered breathlessly, huddling into himself, gripping the edges of the blanket to pull it close as it was wrapped around him. “I’m… I’m sorry…” The word trailed off into a whimper for a moment before he could continue. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t… Couldn’t…” They all stared at him. He took a few more deep gulps of air, as his voice began to waver again. “… This… This is…” His voice cracked. “I had nowhere else to go!”

Then his strength ran out, and he dropped like a stone.

“Touwa? Touwa, what happened?”

Working together, Melto and Ui had gotten Touwa to the couch. He’d regained consciousness on the way, which had given them the chance to get him into some dry clothes (old articles of Naohisa’s, patched and worn—but Green hadn’t even noticed, though they’d expected him to sneer), and wrap him in blankets before sitting him down. Now he was leaning on Ui’s side, clutching the mug of cocoa she’d pushed into his hands before sitting next to him.

Melto was crouched on his other side, hand on his shoulder beneath the blankets, brows drawn together worriedly. “Touwa?” He asked again, more urgently, though his voice stayed gentle. “Touwa, talk to us.”

“… We had a fight.” Green mumbled, eyes unfocused, looking at nothing.

Asuna was hovering by the end of the sofa anxiously. “A fight? About what?” Pink’s voice was several octaves higher than usual. Touwa just curled further into the blanket, holding his cocoa tighter and huddling closer against Ui.

Kou had been obsessively peeking out the windows and through the door, into the stormy night, but finally came over. “But what about…” He paused, searching for how to continue, before finally just asking, “… Where’s Banba?”

“Don’t know.” Touwa whispered hoarsely, still disappearing into the blankets—then, more quietly, “… Don’t care.”

Silence swept the room, and they all stared at him.

Kou opened and closed his mouth, falling back a step—then he whirled around and raced out the door, into the rain himself.

“Kou!” Asuna called, starting after him—but it didn’t take long to lose him in the storm, and she was soon forced back inside. When Melto and Ui gave her a questioning looks, she shook her head. “… He’s gone.”

It quickly occurred to Kou that he had no idea where the brothers had been staying—though even if he had, would Banba even still be there? He’d tried calling, multiple times, but had received no answer. The weather seemed to be getting even worse, too, making traversing the streets even harder. If he searched blindly, he might never find Black—and there was a dread, creeping feeling in his chest that leaving Banba alone for too long right now would be a bad idea.

So instead, he found out the highest building he could and activated MieSoul. He scanned the area, trying to focus on the more secluded, wooded places he could find, squinting through the downpour. The forecast had already made Ui ask the two if they’d wanted to stay over as early as that morning, and though they’d turned that down, Touwa’s disheveled state when he’d arrived indicated they might not have found good shelter of their own; even if Banba hadn’t wandered away from it, it was most likely in an isolated, hidden area. All he found, however, was nothing. His anxiety mounted, eating away at his stomach as he continued looking, rushing to each side of the roof, searching in all directions.

The brothers had been each other’s only family, been on their own for who knew how long… A fight fracturing them to the point of Touwa walking all the way to the Tatsui house and saying he didn’t care where Banba was on a night like this had to be serious. Touwa, the more open one, had sought out safety, but his more reclusive brother… More than likely, Banba was out in the storm, alone, and probably hurting.

Kou wasn’t about to leave him there.

Just when he was about to seek out a new vantage point, he saw him. Only for a second, a flash of black against the white face of a distant cliff before disappearing into the trees around it. Relief swept over Kou, but horror set back in when he noticed something more—Banba had been leaning heavily on the stone, and when he stumbled out of sight, the Soul’s enhancement of his vision revealed a thin trail of red smeared on the rocks even as the rain washed it away.

He was racing for the stairs before the Soul’s effects finished wearing off.

His limbs were numb from cold and his feet aching by the time he reached the spot, but he didn’t stop, following the way he had seen Black go. Ignoring the way his lungs were burning from practically inhaling water, pushing his hair out of his eyes when it slid down his forehead as he went, he followed the rock wall, trudging through the mud.

He heard Black, first—a distant explosion. Then, in an eruption of dark light, Banba crashed through the trees to the rocky ground just in front of him.

“Banba!” Rushing forward, Kou fell to his knees beside him, trying to help his teammate as he struggled to get back up.

Banba was drenched through and worryingly pale, as well; and when Kou laid a hand on his arm, he could feel the other Ryusoulger shivering, just slightly—probably restrained either by force of will or denial. But whatever he’d been doing that had sent him flying, he’d been doing it repeatedly; there were blistering, cracking burns on both his hands, and he had multiple nasty bruises and scratches on his face and body—including a particularly bad one on his upper arm that had gone right through the wet fabric of his shirt, staining it red all the way down his arm, and blood mixed with rainwater was running down his forehead from his hairline, implying there was another cut on his head. His breathing was ragged, and his movements were awkward and uncoordinated, lacking his usual, calculated grace. There was a redness in his eyes that Kou suspected weren’t merely because of fatigue, though that was practically radiating from Black, and even his breathing sounded like he was almost sobbing.

Instinctively, Kou’s hand tightened on his arm, carefully avoiding the wound as best he could. “Are… Are you alright?” It was a stupid question, really, but his voice was getting stuck in his throat, his brain shorting out from panic.

Banba just glared at him, though it was tempered by his exhaustion and an unconscious grimace of pain as he continued trying to get up, shoving Red away so hard he knocked him to the ground. “… Fine.” He snarled, casting around for his RyusoulKen, stabbing it into a nearby tree trunk to pull himself up, then tried to stumble away—limping slightly.

Kou scrambled back to his own feet, rushing after him. “Touwa came to the house.” He panted—Black froze, head turning slightly. “What-”

“He went there? Is… Is he…” Without anger in it, Banba’s voice was faint and breathless, barely audible in the rain, even though Kou had moved closer, but Red immediately fell silent at the sound of it. “… Is he… Alright?”

“… Well, he’s probably got a cold, but…” Something about the way Banba’s shoulders tensed made him stop. “… Yeah. He’s alright.”

Banba sighed deeply, like a weight was lifted from his back. “… That’s good…” An almost smile flickered across his face—before it, too, was swallowed by something darker. With a small grunt of pain, he started hobbling away again.

“What are you doing?”

“Not important.”

“Doesn’t seem that way.” Banba said nothing, and kept stumbling off. “… He said you guys had a fight.”

Black paused again, leaning heavily on a tree, almost looking over his shoulder again. “It’s nothing. Go home, Kou.”

“No.” Red hurried over as best he could to get in front of the other Ryusoulger again. “I’m not going anywhere.” Looking at how hurt and haggard Banba was made his chest clench, but he forced himself to do so. “I want to help. You’re our friend.”

Banba scoffed, shaking his head, sending water droplets flying—then he wobbled like the motion had made him dizzy. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.” He grumbled, then raised an arm, weakly trying to shove Kou out of the way. “Get out of here. Now. I’m busy.”

Instead, Kou grabbed his wrist and held on. “I’m not leaving. I’m not… I’m not leaving you out here!” His voice finally cracked, a tremble sliding into it. “You’re hurting yourself!”

“Leave!” Jerking his arm free with unexpected force, Black took a swing at Red with his sword—but it was clumsy, and there was no intention behind it. Kou dodged easily, but the motion twisted the gash on Banba’s arm, and he staggered, wincing, his other hand moving to clutch the wound. When he raised his head to glare through the rain, it was at less than half its usual capacity. “I’m fine!” But his voice was thick with pain—and something else, as well.

He moved forward again, and when Banba tried to shove him back once more, he reacted by catching Black by the elbows, pinning his arms to his sides, then shoving him gently but firmly against the tree next to them when he kept struggling. Even with the tree at his back, Banba still continued fighting, but his attempts were weary and weakening, and he couldn’t find the leverage to throw Kou off. Red waited, putting as much strength as he dared into keeping the other Ryusoulger’s arms held fast against the tree trunk, trying to be at least a little careful with Black’s injuries and how fragile he looked under the irritated mask—but he was still close enough he could just feel the frantic pounding of Banba’s heart through his chest, and each time Black flinched in pain, he felt a pang of guilt, a jab far more icy than even the storm pelting down upon them.

“… Stop it.” He whispered, the cracks in his voice only widening. “Stop it! Please!” His fingers curled tighter around Banba’s elbows, and warm water, not rain, stung his eyes. “Look at me.” Emotion choked the words, but they were still fierce and urgent. “Banba, look at me!” Banba resisted for another moment, but his efforts were even more feeble than before; finally, however, though slowly and reluctantly, he raised his eyes to meet his teammate’s.

There was something in them—a desperate, vulnerable, scared look, that broke Kou’s heart.

Loosening his grip slightly, while making sure to still keep Banba trapped against the tree so that he didn’t attempt escape again, he worked to try and make sure his voice would be calmer before he spoke again. “… Tell me what happened.”

Banba took a deep, shaking breath, his eyes closing like he was in agony for a moment. He was silent for a long time. “… I lied.” The words were hardly a breath, a murmur in the pouring rain, and sounded like they had been dragged from him, delicately, but unwillingly.

Kou blinked, staring at him. “… What?”

It was like something snapped. Black sagged, his shoulders slumping, and Kou almost feared he’d fall all the way to the ground. “… I… I lied.” He repeated, slightly louder, his voice breaking, too. “I…” He crumpled forward, almost falling into Red.

Kou’s hand flew up to brace him by his shoulder on the uninjured side. “Hey. Hey.” He got Banba supported by the tree again, then moved his hand to cup his teammate’s face, trying to keep his eyes up. “Hey, look at me. Stay with me.” He waited until Black’s gaze—uncertain, frightened, lonely—returned to his face. “Lied about what?”

“I… I told him they died nobly.” A faraway look came onto Banba’s face, one mixed with guilt. “I told him… I didn’t want him to… To have to know…” His eyes closed again, for an even longer time.

“… Banba.” Red prompted, when he didn’t continue.

“… If you can’t trust your own parents…” Banba whispered without opening his eyes “… Who can you trust?”

Kou couldn’t stop the shock from dawning on his face, followed by realisation. “You… You mean…?”

Black opened his eyes, but looked pointedly over Red’s shoulder rather than at him. “I couldn’t destroy his memories. If he knew what they’d done…” His voice caught—but it seemed once he’d started, he couldn’t stop, and he went on, louder and more hoarsely. “I wanted him to remember them as they used to be… How they should have… I didn’t want to admit what… What I did…” His hands tensed, one curling into a fist, the other clenching the hilt of his RyusoulKen—a wince flitted across his already agonised expression as his nails bit into the burns. “So I… I…” It sounded like he might be crying, but the rain made it impossible to tell if he was. “… So… I lied…”

Banba’s legs gave out, and he dropped toward the ground. Kou just barely managed to get his arms around him in time to keep him from falling completely over—he ended up sinking to one knee, hugging Black tightly against his chest, his teammate’s heart pounding against his. Banba said nothing else as Red tried to rearrange them more comfortably, stabilising him against his shoulder, one of his hands moving to support Black’s head.

“… It’s okay.” He whispered softly, relying on the proximity of their heads for Banba to hear him over the rain. “It’ll be okay.” Remembering the fear and loneliness in Black’s eyes, Kou’s arms instinctively tightened around him, smoothing his hair in some vain effort to comfort him. “… We’re friends.” He repeated. “We’ll stand by you, no matter what. I promise.”

He heard the sword slip from Black’s hand, dropping onto the muddy ground. “I… I wish…” Banba’s voice was almost inaudible, but truly wistful. “… I wish I could believe that.” The words made Red’s stomach twist—they were resigned, defeated. And for the first time, arguing with them seemed like the wrong thing to do. Banba felt uncharacteristically delicate in his arms, like any forcefulness now would shatter him completely. It seemed all he could do was to hug Black closer, falling into silence, kneeling in the mire and the rain.

Eventually, he felt Banba’s pulse slow and his breathing start to calm, and he felt more sure that Banba could hold himself up, so he willingly let go when his teammate tried to pull free, though he kept his hands loosely on Black’s shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. “Come on,” He murmured gently. “… Let’s go home.” The words spilled out of him without thinking—but though Banba’s head jerked slightly upward, and the ghost of surprise flashed across his face, he looked almost… Hopeful. Grateful.

But then the expression clouded over. Snatching his RyusoulKen from the ground, he lurched upward, staggering to his feet and stumbling away without a word.

Kou shot to his feet. “Banba, wait!”

Black did stop, at least, leaning heavily against a tree once more. “… Just go.” He growled. “I…” He let out a soft, sorrowful sigh. “… I can’t go there.”

“What?”

“I can’t…” Banba was quiet for a moment, struggling with the words. “… Touwa said… He said he never wanted to see me again.”

The bare agony in his voice felt like a knife in Red’s ribs, and he could only stare pityingly at Black’s back. “Banba…” He shook his head, trying to collect himself. “That’s… That’s just something people say when they’re angry, they…” He hurried clumsily over to block his teammate’s way again. “… They don’t mean it. They don’t.”

Banba looked sideways at him, expression faintly thankful again—but this time, hopeless. “… He means it.”

Kou was already shaking his head. “No. That’s… It’s not-”

NemuSoul!

There was a flash of dark blue light, and Kou’s whole body suddenly felt heavy, and he wavered, then fell forward—right into Banba. Black caught him only slightly awkwardly, falling back against the tree to absorb the weight. “Don’t worry,” Banba assured him quietly, “I won’t leave you out here.”

Despite the unnatural exhaustion overtaking him, Kou struggled, clawing at the other Ryusoulger’s collar to drag himself upward. Through the clouds absorbing his mind, he desperately fought to make his voice work. “… You’re… Hurt… You… Can’t…” But he just sagged more, collapsing into Black’s arms as they circled around his shoulders, lowering him to the ground so he didn’t hit his head.

The last thing he heard before the fog claimed his mind was Banba’s voice—touched with an edge of a tenderness that he’d only ever directed at Touwa before—as a calloused and burned hand lightly brushed his hair, “I’m strong enough to carry you.”

And then he was out.

Kou woke up with a large ball of ginger fur on his chest.

Letting out a yelp, he scrambled to get it off—and rolled right off the bench he’d been lying on, while the fur bundle let out an offended meow and leapt clear just in time. The next thing he noticed was the ceiling, followed by the lights, then the warmth; sitting up and rubbing his head, he looked around even more. He was inside, sitting on the floor of what seemed to be a small café—the bench he’d dropped off of was part of a corner booth that the table had been pulled away from. Everything looked cozy and soft—especially the seat cushioning—and the air smelled like chocolate.

As he wobbled to his feet, frantically collecting the fallen blanket, a woman with short black hair, dressed in frilly red blouse under an apron, appeared from the back, carrying a coffee tray; the enormous, orange cat that had been curled up on top of him was trotting at her heels, peering suspiciously at him with large green eyes. “Oh, thank goodness, you’re awake.” She declared, beaming warmly and setting the tray down. “I was beginning to wonder.” Seeing him anxiously clutching the blanket, she bustled over and took it from his hands. “I’ll take that for you. I made some cocoa, if you’d like some. Seemed like the thing to do on a night like this.” She disappeared into the back again.

Her comment made him glance around for a window, and he found two large ones at the front of the café, on either side of a glass door—the storm was still going full force, and it didn’t seem like the rain had let up at all. He heard the woman returning, and turned back, trying to find his voice. “I… How did…” Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to make his mind focus, still shaking off the last strands of the Soul-induced sleep. “Where is he? … Where’s…?”

“You mean the young man who brought you here?” The woman asked, and he nodded vigorously. His heart sank when her face fell, however. “I’m afraid I don’t know. He hauled you in here, completely unconscious, looking half dead himself. Asked if you could stay here for a bit until you woke up, out of the rain. I was doing some housekeeping down here anyway—not many customers of any kind on a night like this—so I said yes.” She sighed deeply, frowning. “Then I noticed how banged up he was, so I told him to wait here while I went and got something to patch him up—but when I came back…” Gesturing at the emptiness of the café, she shook her head, “… He was gone. Just barely heard the door close.” Carefully selecting a mug, she picked up the pitcher from the tray and began pouring the cocoa into it. “He seemed very worried about you. Your older brother?” He didn’t answer, even as she finished pouring. Picking up the mug, she walked over, “Or… Maybe not, given how he left. Or maybe yes?” She stopped, peering at his face. “Are you alright? You’ve gone rather pale. Well, paler then you were before. Is there someone you want me to call?”

His hands were curling into fists at his sides. He’d been so close. For a moment, Banba’s walls had come down—but then shot right back up again, and he feared they might be higher than before.

The woman waited for a moment, then sighed softly. Moving closer, she took his elbows and pulled them up, pushing the mug into his hands. The heat through the ceramic spread from his palms down his arms, and he instinctively pulled it closer. She smiled at him again, rubbing his shoulder gently. “Maybe you should sit.” She told him softly, then gripped his shoulder, and steered him over to one of the counter seats, carefully pushing him into it. “There. Before you faint again. Just take some time and drink that, and you’ll feel better.” Once she was satisfied he wouldn’t topple out of the chair, she moved back around the counter and into the open kitchen, pulling on some gloves. The huge cat scrambled into his lap—less jumping, and more climbing because of its size—and somehow managed to curl comfortably into a ball there, a warm huddle of fur pressed against his abdomen. Hesitantly, he took a sip of the cocoa and found it quite good, so kept going, trying to stay focused on the mug.

“There’s a reason there are so many sayings about how it’s easier to destroy than to build.” The woman said, without looking up. It seemed she’d gone back to baking—though he couldn’t see exactly what her hands were doing, it looked like she was frosting something. “The worse a scar is, the longer it takes to heal.” The words were followed by a chuckle. “Goodness, I sound like a movie.”

He blinked vaguely at her. “What?”

“Just thinking.” She continued, still without looking at him. “People react to pain differently, especially when the stakes are high. Some seal themselves off, and they won’t come out all at once. If you to reach them, you just have to keep trying. Bit by bit.” Putting down the icing cone she was using, she selected another. “He was very worried about you. Seems to me you made progress. What do you think?”

Kou took another, longer sip of the hot chocolate, musing.

… I wish I could believe that.

At the very least, Banba wanted to trust them. Was that something? A door in Black’s heavily armoured heart, even more than the one reserved for his brother.

Abruptly, he realised she had set the second icing cone aside, and was finally looking up at him, still with a smile. Slowly, finally, he found his voice again. “… Maybe.”

Her smile brightened. “That’s good.” She turned her attention back to the counter. “It may not seem like it, and the job may be far from over, but I think you made a difference tonight just by reaching out at all. Even just a little.” There was a pause—then she scooped up the cookie she’d been painstakingly icing and held it out to him. “Cookie?” He looked down at her hand.

She was holding a cookie with a very familiar lightning bolt shape, with black frosting outlined with white.

He glanced between it and her face several times in bewilderment, but her expression showed nothing but an innocent, unwavering smile. Hesitantly, he took the cookie from her. “… Who are you?”

The woman laughed shortly. “Silly question. I’m the owner of this café.” The cat purred loudly against his stomach like it was trying to accent the words. Then she moved on to another cookie.

Uncertainly, he lifted the cookie and nibbled on the tip of the bolt—then, finding it delicious, he downed the rest of it in two bites, then gulped down the rest of the cocoa as well. Setting the mug down on the counter, he realised he was significantly dryer than he had expected to be from how much time had passed. Not wanting to be rude, however, he quickly inclined his head, “Thank you very much.”

“Not at all. It’s nice having a taste tester.” She did look up then, but more over his shoulder than at him. “Do you want to call someone, or find your way back on your own? It looks like we might be in the eye of the storm or something.” He looked over his shoulder to discover that the rain did, indeed, seem to have thinned. “No way to know how long that will last, though.”

“I’ll be fine.” He assured her—it wasn’t quite generally true, but in regards to finding his way back to the Tatsui house, he could use the Souls if he needed to. The huge cat stirred, and clambered down from his lap even before he started moving to get up. With a contented yawn, it stretched, pawing at the floor. Kou took care to avoid its tail as he finished getting up, making one last quick bow. “Thank you again, but I should really go.”

“Yes,” She agreed, putting the icing aside once more. “Should make the best of this chance.” Taking her gloves off, she came back around the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. “Here, I’ll get the door.” Bustling past him, she took the door handle and pushed it open, stepping aside so that he could get through. He scurried over, bowing again one more time before stepping through it, heading out into the temporarily lightened storm.

He was about to step out of the circle of light coming through the windows and door when the woman spoke again. “Kou.” He turned to look at her. She was standing in the open doorway, silhouetted by the light, the cat sitting by her feet, watching him as well, some trick of the light making it look like its eyes were glowing green. Without waiting for him to answer, she gave him one more bright smile. “I’m glad we got to meet. You’ve taken a real load off our mind, you know?” She clicked her heels, glancing down as she turned. “Come on, Tyrexus.” With a strangely affirmative meow, the cat heaved itself to its feet and trotted after her when she closed the door, locked it, and began pulling shades down over the windows.

Too late, just as the lights went out behind the blinds, he realised he’d never told her his name.

He managed to make it back to the house before the storm strengthened again—the raindrops were just getting larger as he ducked back through the door

“Kou!” He was immediately set upon by Melto and Asuna, closely followed by Ui and her father. “Where were you?” Blue demanded, grabbing his shoulder anxiously. “We were getting worried!”

“I’m fine.” He managed, then peered around them. “What about…”

“He’s asleep.” Ui said, shifting aside slightly to reveal Touwa curled up like a cat on the sofa, under a mound of blankets, the empty mug sitting on the floor next to it. “Finally. He was a mess.”

“We would have called,” Asuna put in, “But we were worried that if you’d actually found…” She glanced sideways at Touwa, lowering her voice. “… We didn’t want to accidentally scare Banba off or something.”

“We were only going to give you a little longer, though.” Melto insisted. “You were gone for hours.”

Kou stepped out from under his hand, moving away from the knot of people. “… Sorry.”

“Did you find him?” Ui wanted to know. “What happened?”

Red hesitated for a long time. “… Yeah. I found him.”

“Thank goodness.” Asuna let out a relieved sigh, plopping down on a nearby chair.

“What happened?” Melto asked, expression still concerned. “Touwa wouldn’t tell us anything, but this seems serious.”

“It doesn’t make any sense, though.” Asuna complained. “They seemed fine, earlier.”

“Clearly,” Melto shot back, “They weren’t.” He sighed, frown etching deeper into his face. “And we didn’t notice…” Blue turned his gaze back to Kou. “… Was Banba… Alright?”

Kou was quiet for a long time. “… I don’t really know.” He finally admitted. Then, “… I don’t think so.”

A dreary silence fell over the others as well. “… I wonder what they were fighting about?” Asuna wondered softly, sighing sadly herself..

Kou looked over at Touwa, who was shifting and whimpering slightly in his sleep, like he was having a bad dream. He remembered what Banba had managed to admit to him, and felt an icy chill worming its way into his chest again.

“… Family.” He said darkly. “It was about family.”

Somewhere outside, a flash of lightning struck a tree.

Yes, it seems she can. All five thousand words of it.

#Firebird FanFiction #Firebird Writing #Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #my precious Dino Children #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #oof this got LONG #DX #how did this even happen #who is this lady is that even a cat #does anything she said even make sense I am very tired #but I had to write through this marathon so someone might as well be able to read this monster should they choose #O_o #I really dunno if you should choose #there's some good stuff in there but then I dunno…#>.<#Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Random Writing Tidbit Does This Count As A Tidbit?…

… It’s a little long.

Augh. Alright, I’ve got a giant list of things I ‘gotta’ do, starting tomorrow. Gotta update RWT on AO3 w/ the new bits. Gotta work on my other fics (esp the Zi-O stuff and the AU). Gotta work on the job stuff. Gotta lose my mind over how pretty Banba is. No, wait.

Anyway, this was that thing that I was mentioning in the tags of one of my earlier posts. I think it turned out okay!

Quick context for this idea: In this version of events, GreenBlack Dad is an utter dickwad who allied w/ the Druidon over the Ryusoul tribe mainly for power/his own survival, but has deluded himself into it being to ‘protect his family’ (they probably were like ‘join us and we’ll spare your family,’ but as you can see in this, the guy ain’t father of the year in any way). So stuff happens, and Evil¡GreenBlack Dad ends up helping the Druidon to kidnap Touwa, and then they tell Banba they’ll kill his brother unless he kills the other three for them (remember what I said about not being father of the year). Banba has a crisis over this, but ends up managing to alert the others, and then coordinates faking their deaths. Unfortunately, when reporting the faked deaths to the bad guys, he also has to convince his brother he went through with it, leaving Touwa angry and distraught—and when Evil¡GreenBlack Dad decides to honour the agreement of letting Touwa go, Touwa tries to talk to Banba, but gets yelled at to go away by his older brother (DX I’m so sorry, baby TT^TT Banba, why do you have to take ‘break their hearts to protect them’ so far? D:), so he runs off upset. And thus, we begin. (I have no clue why the ‘pillars’ stop them from transforming in this mysterious cliff location. I just needed it for drama. DX I am ashamed.) (Once again, moment of silence for the death of the horizontal line.)

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“Interesting choice you made.” Banba turned to find his father had his back to him, arms folded, staring over the edge of the cliff. With a deep, thoughtful sigh, he turned back around; unfolding his arms, he crossed over to stand in front of his son, reaching out and cupping Black’s face softly in his palm and lightly running his thumb across the Ryusoulger’s cheek. “Seems we really are the same, after all…”

Banba stared back into his father’s eyes for a moment—then moved his head deliberately away from the man’s hand without breaking eye contact, gaze defiant. “No.” He said simply, voice suddenly level and perfectly calm, “I am nothing like you.” He wasn’t even angry anymore. Instead, there was… Something almost like peace.

His father’s eyes narrowed, and the man stepped closer. “Oh? Have you forgotten what you just did?” There was mockery in his tone.

But Banba just kept staring back at him blankly. “I meant what I said.” There was not a single hesitation in the words.

The man raised an eyebrow, his stare slowly morphing into a glare. “You’re going to be uncooperative now? Your powers don’t work here,” He gestured to the pillars around them, “Remember?”

Black’s gaze didn’t waver—indifferent an undaunted by his father’s darkening mood.

His father continued glaring for a moment—then the contemptuous amusement vanished from his expression. “… Then so be it.” He made a sharp gesture. The Drunn around them surged forward, grabbing Banba’s arms. He didn’t fight, even when he was forced roughly to his knees, and his head down. Footsteps came closer, and his father crouched down in front of him, peering at his face. “… I didn’t want it to be like this.” He murmured, reaching out to stroke his son’s hair. “Everything I’ve ever done has been to protect my family.”

Slowly, Black turned his head to meet his father’s gaze again. “… But you sacrificed everything else to do that.” He growled back, tone still inexplicably tranquil, though a scowl twisted his features slightly, before fading back into blank serenity as his stare wandered toward the horizon. “… After all this time…” He let out a sound that was almost a laugh. “… To think this was all it took.”

When he trailed off, his father’s hands moved to his collar, shaking him—but the impassive veneer didn’t waver. “What are you on about?”

“… It doesn’t matter.” Black continued just as softly and serenely. “It doesn’t matter if you kill me now.” Unconsciously, a small smile flitted across his face. “Because I’ve done what I wanted to do.”

“What?”

“… I spent my life trying to prove I was stronger than you—and now I have.” Banba raised his chin proudly, disregarding the hands on his collar, the painful way he had to twist his head around. “I’m a better knight than you. Because when I faced the same choice…” He stared straight back into his father’s eyes. “I didn’t sacrifice one thing I loved to save another.”

Tyramigo!

His father leapt back in surprise, releasing his collar, at the distant announcement, whirling around to look for the source, somewhere behind them. He spun back around, storming back over to grab his son’s head by the hair, hauling Banba up and back, so that he was standing on his knees, forced to look upward into his father’s furious expression. “What. Did. You. Do?”

“I protected my family.” Despite the fact that the man was absolutely seething, gaze ablaze, Black’s voice was still composed, face expressionless. “From you.”

The only response was a loud snarl, and then he was thrown away—so hard that the Drunn holding him let go so that he crashed painfully onto the stone. He didn’t get any time to recover before his father was on him again, and hands were closed around his throat, cutting off his breathing, shaking him again. “I did everything for my family! And this is how you repay me?” The hands squeezed harder, and splotches began dotting Banba’s vision. On instinct, Black found himself struggling, one hand clawing at the ones on his throat, the other aimlessly scrambling for something—until it found the hilt of the dagger in his father’s belt.

There was a loud roar of pain, and the hands vanished from his throat when he managed to manoeuvre the jagged blade to stab his father in the back with as much force as he could muster. With the weight off him, Banba rolled clear, gasping for air. His father reached around to yank the knife out of his back, glaring down at the dagger. With another enraged snarl, he lurched forward, toward where his son was fighting for breath; hand clamping down on the back of the young man’s neck, he pulled Banba back up—and stabbed the bloodied blade into his abdomen, twisting it. Black let out a half cry of pain that died in his throat as his father pushed the knife deeper.

“Nii-san!” Touwa’s voice cut through the pain roaring in his ears, filled with panic.

It was followed by Kou’s, so closely they could have been calling in the same breath. “Get away from him!”

There was a commotion, and his father’s hold vanished from Banba’s neck, and without it to hold him up, he wavered. His hand moved unconsciously to the new wound, clutching at it, blood running down his vest and seeping through his fingers—doubling over, he barely managed to catch himself with his other arm. The sounds of fighting echoed nearby, blurring together—but even though he couldn’t quite understand the words, he could identify their voices—and when he heard those raise in pain, his bearings crashed forcibly down upon him.

Dragging his head up sharply, he searched desperately around until he found them. That they were unable to use their powers, and the gap in experience, was working against them—both were down and cornered, his father advancing on both his younger son and Red, sword drawn. Touwa was clutching his head like he’d struck it, looking dazed—Kou, meanwhile, was holding his side and favouring his left leg as he struggled up; seeing the approaching threat, he scrambled quickly across the ground to throw himself between the sword and his younger teammate, shielding him with his back.

Banba’s legs were already moving before his father had even started raising the weapon, aimed toward Kou’s back. The sudden motion sent a sharp jab of pain through the wound in his abdomen, and his brain wasn’t actually computing his actions, but none of that mattered—he was going on pure protective instinct, with no plan or thought. Barrelling headlong into his father, he knocked him over sideways and the sword out of his hand, then got between him and the other two, shoving him away again when the man started to his feet. Somewhere behind him, Kou called his name—but it blended into the furious howl from his father when he surged back up and charged him again, forcing Banba to bodily hold him back.

“You think you can protect them?” The man spat, struggling against his son’s grip, fingertips digging roughly into the Ryusoulger’s arm. “You will pay for crossing me.” A hand closed around Banba’s collar again to drag him closer, voice dropping even more, into a dangerous growl. “No matter what happens, I will never stop hunting them. You refuse to sacrifice anything?” He let out a mocking laugh. “Then I will not stop until I have destroyed every single thing you love. The things you would betray me for? Your brother, and those kids?” Banba’s gaze flicked compulsively over his shoulder at the other two Ryusoulgers—the hand gripped tighter on his collar, knuckles turning white, dragging his attention back to his father. “You can’t be around to protect them all the time.” The man whispered harshly. “I will see them burn for this.”

For a moment, time slowed down. His father was right. It was impossible to watch all of them at all times—and he knew the man well, knew that even a moment of a chance would be enough. His options were nonexistent—he was wounded, running on complete instinct and adrenaline, and unarmed. Everything was strangely muted as his mind searched frantically for some sort of solution—everything but a distant, thunderous roaring. The waves crashing agains the rocks below the cliff. Suddenly, he was very aware of how far down it really was, how close they were to the edge. Even without the rocks, the water itself would be dangerous enough.

A way out.

“… You’re right.” He replied, the words as calm as before. “I can’t.” Gritting his teeth, he met his father’s gaze unflinchingly once more. “But…” He took a deep breath. “… I can still end this here.”

Unbidden, his gaze turned back over his shoulder to the two boys behind him, both of whom had begun scrambling forward with frantic looks—seeing their faces, though, his will wavered for a moment; it was strange, how the things he’d die for were also the things that made him want to live. But then his father fought his hold again, and he knew he had to do it.

Taking another deep breath, he turned away, closing his eyes—then he locked an arm around his father’s shoulders tightly, and launched both of them off the edge of the cliff. Behind him, he heard someone scream.

When his father’s free arm grabbed the ledge, they were twisted around, and Banba’s back slammed painfully into the stone—he was elbowed hard in the stomach, like a second stab when it hit the wound, and struck in the face when the man tried to use his son as leverage to climb back up as the stone crumbled beneath his fingers. Twisting in a way that made his injury scream, Black fought back, shoving his father away, attempting to dislodge him. Finally, with one last howl, his father was gone—the last few scrabbles leaving red marks on his cheek and arm as he dropped into the darkness below. For a split second, Banba felt suspended in the air—then the stone scraped against his back again as he started to fall, too.

“Nii-san!” Touwa cried from somewhere above him, voice breaking, at the same time Kou shouted, “Banba!”

His fall was brought up short, his arm practically ripping out of its socket, and he realised his own hand had shot up to grab a ledge instinctively—reaching for their voices. But it was the bloodied hand, and the stone crumbled, giving under his weight, and then he was falling again—

Hands closed around his wrist. For a second, he kept falling, but then stopped short once more, and this time, held. As his senses realigned, gasping for air, he squinted upward at the person holding him.

Touwa had his arm with both hands, clinging so tightly his nails were digging into Banba’s skin, struggling to counteract the will of gravity and the way the blood made his fingers slip. But his brother was practically hanging off the edge of the cliff himself—they were only staying in place because Kou had grabbed Touwa’s ankle, then latched onto a rock that was sufficiently anchored in the ground; and even then, the weight was almost dragging Red over, too.

“What the hell are you two doing?!” He forced the words between breaths, gritting his teeth against the pain of his wound and the way it felt like is arm was about to come out. “You’re going to fall!”

“I don’t care!” There were tears in Touwa’s voice, and he somehow managed to cling tighter, enough that it was cutting off blood flow in Banba’s wrist. “I’m not losing you!”

“It’s okay!” Kou managed to yell, though his voice was strained by the forces pulling his shoulders apart. Twisting his arm holding the rock, he managed to bump the call button against the stone after a little work. “Asuna! We need you up here!” There was something like an affirmation on the other end, but then the stone beneath them gave a little more, and Kou was forced to cling tighter to the rock rather than answering as they slid downward. Finally, after some scrambling, they stabilised again. “… It’s okay. It’s okay!” Red panted again. “We’ve got you!”

“No, you don’t! If this cliff gives, you’ll both go down, too!” He frantically tried to twist his arm free of his brother’s grip.

“No!” It was the first time in their lives Touwa had ever shouted at him in something like anger, and the sound made him freeze and look up again. His brother’s eyes were watering as he stared down at him, but his expression was serious and determined. “Don’t.” Touwa continued, more softly, but even more fiercely. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare let go.”

“Asuna’s coming!” Kou added, pushing optimism into his voice around the breathlessness. “It’ll be fine!” Red looked down at him, too—and despite the bravado of his words, his expression was desperately pleading. “Just hang on!”

At last, Banba acquiesced—but ‘hanging on’ was getting progressively harder to do. The cliff face was eroded so that he couldn’t reach it anymore, and the position was pulling at the stab wound in his stomach, causing a gnawing, sharp ache that was steadily eating away at his abdomen and making it harder to breathe. Worse, with him hanging deadweight, there was no way Touwa could pull him up, even if with two hands and not hanging over the cliff himself. Meanwhile, Kou couldn’t do it with one arm, and if he let go of his rock anchor even for a moment to try and use both, all three of them would fall.

And he was starting to feel tired. Very, very tired. “… You’re both idiots.” He muttered wearily—but even as he did his best to grumble, a smile pulled unwillingly at his features.

“I can live with that!” Kou replied, with a laugh that turned into wheezing. The rugged surface rock he was clinging to was scraping his palm, blood smearing the stone as he fumbled for a better hold to keep from sliding, but slowly losing grip anyway. They dropped a little further down, and Banba felt his wrist slipping slightly in his brother’s hold.

But the fatigue was spreading—his mind was clouding over, vision fading in and out; even just breathing seemed like an almost impossible chore. Everything felt heavy, numb, and cold.

Touwa saw his lids fluttering, and felt it when Banba’s weight sagged somehow more. “Nii-san!” Terror surged through him again, like frost in his bones—growing only colder when his brother didn’t respond, and his head drooped forward. “Nii-san!” The only answer was a faint groan, nearly lost in the crash of the waves below. “Kou, he’s passing out! Nii-san! Stay awake! Please!”

Above him, he heard Kou curse through gritted teeth, almost at his own limit, then the sounds of effort as Red tried to use the com again. “Asuna!” The shout was pure panic, cracking at the ends. “Hurry!”

The seconds ticked on. Kou’s shoulders were at their limit, and Touwa could feel Banba slipping even more. Below them, the waves slammed against the bottom of the cliff, reaching upward like threatening, grasping claws. More moments passed, each seeming longer than the next, but each one clicking down to disaster, until—

Someone grabbed Kou’s arm. Asuna’s voice shouting for them to hold on tight was the only warning they got before everything was moving sharply upward—and then everyone was crashing and bumping onto the ground all the way onto the dirt from the force of her pull, and Asuna herself fell over as well when she leaned too far into it.

As they all scrambled to get up, Kou managed to land a flailing hand on her shoulder. “Asuna! Nice save!” She shot a grin back, rubbing a bump on her head.

“Nii-san!” The moment he was back up, Touwa was rushing to his brother’s side. “Nii-san!” Snapping back to attention, the other two quickly followed. Banba had landed on his back, and the shock didn’t seem to have done his condition any favours—his breathing was laboured and weak, eyes unfocused, and the wound in his stomach had turned the front of his vest into a bloodied mess. Touwa dropped to his knees by Black’s shoulder, while Asuna hurried up beside him and Kou joined them on Banba’s other side. Checking the injury, Red instinctively moved to pull off his jacket, then remembered the Changer attached to his wrist—fortunately, Asuna stepped in to help him get it off, then quickly bunched the jacket up, pressing it to the wound with both hands while Red repositioned.

Touwa clung to Banba’s shoulder, tightly, tears pouring even even harder down his face. “… Nii-san…?”

Finally, Banba’s gaze drifted over and stopped on his younger brother’s face, almost focusing on him. Slowly, agonisingly, Black’s hand lifted, loosely cupping Green’s face, faintly stroking the boy’s cheek with his thumb like he was trying to wipe the tears away. “… Touwa…” His voice was weak and faint, and he’d become frightfully pale.

Touwa’s hands tightened on his brother’s shoulder, clutching fistfuls of his shirt sleeve. “Nii-san… I’m…” The words broke. “I’m so sorry…! I’m so sorry that… That I… That I actually thought…”

He trailed off when Banba’s floated up to muss his hair softly. There was a long silence as Black fought to breathe again. “… Are you guys… Alright…?”

Kou’s hand moved to grip his other shoulder gently, nodding quickly. “We’re fine.” He promised, biting back his own tears. “We’re… We’re fine.”

Asuna leaned forward from around Touwa’s shoulder, still pressing the bundled jacket to the wound, giving a nod and strained smile of her own, though it was tempered by her lip quivering. “We’re good!” With a clatter of frantic footsteps, Melto arrived, panting just behind Kou—he froze in shock when he took in the scene, then raced to join Red at Black’s side, across from Asuna, worriedly reaching for their teammate’s hand.

Banba’s hazy gaze flicked over each of them—then a weak smile flickered across his face. “… Thank goodness…” He let out a breath like a weight had been lifted off his back—but then his face fell, and his eyes began to close.

“Banba? Banba!” Kou’s voice in panic. Melto and Asuna both leaned forward anxiously, her desperately applying more pressure to the stab wound.

Touwa went almost as pale as his brother was, eyes widening. “Nii-san…!”

Banba’s eyes fluttered open once, and the trace smile broadened slightly—then his lids closed and stayed that way, his hand slipping out of Touwa’s hair, dropping to the ground and lying still. There was a moment of silence as all of them forgot how to breathe in horror.

Until Touwa’s anguish burst from him in a piercing, agonised scream as his world finally shattered.

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I love Touwa. He’s baby. He’s my baby.

The obvious conclusion from this is that I must put him through hell.

#Random Writing Tidbit #Firebird FanFiction #Firebird Writing #Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #my precious Dino Children #I love five (5) beautiful colourful Dino Knights #Can You Feel The Angst Tonight?#of course Banba's not actually dead #like I could kill my darling disney princess #I dunno what the Kishiryu were up to maybe there was a Minusaur #the reason Melto and Asuna were behind was they were hanging back to fend of the Drunn et al.#which Asuna left to Melto to fight her way to rescue the others #and then Melto finally arrives bc after Evil¡GreenBlack Dad went over the edge the Druidon eventually decided to call it quits #so eventually he was able to join them #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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