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tokuteasings · 1 year

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Kisses - A.I.M.S and MetsuBouJinRai

Listen. I fucking love MBJR more than life itself. I would die for them, they are NOT dead and they are still very much live within my heart.

Especially Naki. I love Naki so much and I would give up everything for them and their happiness.

Warnings: Fuck Amatsu Gai and everything he stands for. Naki and Ikazuchi should have fucking murked him in that parking lot lol. If they weren’t gonna do it, Imma do it.

Fuwa Isamu

Isamu’s kisses are full of passion. It’s not so thinly veiled but more so along the forefront of his intentions towards you. It’s not trying to devour you, but it’s a kiss that’s meant to display his affections instead. He’s never been so good with words so this is the best way to show you that he loves you more than life itself. His hands are always going back to your neck or to cup your cheek or anything he can touch, really. Isamu is a very physical person so he has to be clinging on to you in some fashion.

The best way to make him a flushing mess is to grab him by the collar and slam your lips together. Listen, it’s the best way to catch him off guard and the kisses are oh so sweeter like this. Especially if you kiss him in public. He’ll sputter and be a blushing mess, earning the teasing of Yua and Naki, but honestly it’s fucking worth it to see his cute lil blushing face!!!!!

Also neck kisses. Maybe it’s because he’s a “wolf” but neck kisses and shoulder kisses and collarbone kisses are some of his favorite. Like sure, the sex appeal is there, but it’s more so…the thrill of it. Your lips oh so near his pulse and if you bite down hard enough, you could tear out his artery and taste his blood and kill him but…it’s a sense of vulnerability. He trusts you with his body, with such a vulnerable part of himself, so those kind of kisses always make him melt. Also bite his neck. He loves it. It’s the best way to lead him towards sexy times. ;)

In public, the only kisses you are going to get are quick pecks on the lips or cheek that you honestly may mistake as a dream or nonexistent. He has to do them so fast to not only keep up appearances as tough but more so he’s always on the go. So those quick kisses are the only ones he can partake in.

However, the kisses that allow him to slow down and take his time are his favorite. Especially when you two are alone, with nothing to worry about, or just…existing together. His hand in yours, another in your hair or holding you towards him as he kisses you like he wants you to take his air away. Kisses to his head are also the best during the times when he lowers his guard, because he wants his head to be filled with thoughts of you and nothing else.

Yaiba Yua

Yua’s kisses are…calculated. Not emotionless, but they’re just enough to convey what she wants without wanting to go overboard. She hasn’t much time to herself with her busy schedule so she kisses you in a manner that she takes her time with her. She wants to draw out each and every moment you two have together, a hand or both around your waist and kisses are never rushed. They start off quick, a peck here and there, then it melts into a longer kiss and then again into another longer one - lazy and languid, opposite of the busy woman you have as a girlfriend.

Similar to Isamu, neck kisses make her rather giddy and are the best way to make her jump. It surprises her every time you do it, a slight flight-or-fight response but it makes her melt into your embrace. But while he shows a sense of vulnerability with it, for Yua, kisses on the neck (the shoulder is preferred) is a reminder that she can relax around you. She loves it when your kiss her shoulder and trail them up and down her back and upon her scars. You can see her finally relax and this sweet content smile upon her lips that makes her mole oh so kissable. Also yes, kiss that mole.

Public affection is sparse. A quick kiss in the hallways when no one is looking and a brief smile shared between the two of you - like a secret only you two know. In private on the other hand, she’s a bit of a cuddle monster. She returns the shoulder and neck kisses you give her with a sense of reverie that you give her and she has this sneaky little cat-like air to her that makes you wonder what the hell is going on in her brain…you’ll never know honestly.

Loves nose kisses and kissing your eyelids whenever you two wakeup in the mornings. It’s a routine between you two when you wake up. A kiss to each eyelid to shoo away the sleepiness, then to the nose to awaken the senses, and then finally the lips - slow and soft, with no rush to be felt…unless she’s running late (which never happens).

Forehead kisses or kisses to the side of her head are the best after a long day at the office. It’s almost like medicine to ward off a headache. She knows it’s a kind of placebo effect but Aruto and Isamu joke that it’s the best medicine of all, the love of the person you love the most! She has no other choice to believe them when your kisses do help ward off headaches and migraines.

Horobi

It’s poison, and you can’t get enough. His kisses are not rough per say but similar to Yua, they are calculated. He calculates the angle best to kiss you, to make you keel and keen, and to make noises out of you that he records in these secret encrypted archives within his processors. His kisses are a flow of ambrosia and acid, bubbling and boiling the inside of your mouth. Horobi tends to cling to you like you’re going to disappear from him, evaporate if he applies just too much pressure. But he is careful to never harm you, even though he wants to go further; to test out the limits of how much he wants you and it’s…rather enjoyable when he is allowed to be himself around you.

Public affection is kept to small kisses to your fingers and hands, or a quick peck on the cheek or lips. It’s sparse but to Horobi, it’s the simple little gestures that make him happy. You always need to make the first move most of the time but when Horobi does it, it’s out of nowhere and welcome. If anything, you needed to show him that it’s okay to display these brief moments of affection towards you! He’s getting there, slowly getting used to it.

If anything, the kisses to like his face or forehead help silence the memories and neurons and processes that are within his mind. They can never truly go away, after all, he remembers everything, but they are dampened whenever you kiss them there. It elicits a cute and small little smile from him.

There are times when Horobi tends to fall into a spiral of self-deprecation. It’s because of all the terrible things he has done, and he wonders if you are fine with dating a former terrorist. Or even if he deserves you. It’s best to listen to him during this time and not really shut him up with a kiss but kiss his fingers. The same fingers and hands he used to take lives and hurt others. They’re being kissed and loved, and then press kisses to his form. Because you love him, through every part of him. He is unable to cry fully but this honestly causes his brain to record this event and once again stash it in a private little folder - a reminder of your unconditional love for him.

Affectionate kisses are only meant for the two of you in private, where Horobi is a little less restrained than the public displays. He would always start off with gentle hand-holding, and question if it is alright to kiss you, agency and consent is a large part in his affections and respect for you. He wants you to want these feelings - new and untamed, he doesn’t know how to process them most of the time, it’s so overstimulating - just as much as he does. The kisses you share ground him, counteracts the malice he always kept harbored in his chest and makes it fade away. It’s a promise to do better, be better, and be there for you.

Naki

Similar to Yua and Horobi, their kisses are calculated. They take in oh so much time to kiss you that time just…stops. It’s a breath of fresh air, like stepping outside after being cooped up in the office for so long because they need a moment for a break. They need to be given time to themselves, and time to readjust and turn off their brain and let their emotions go with the flow. They tend to cling to you for support, not shaking per say but to ground them - to bring them down from the clouds that they accidentally thrown themselves into and return to a sense of normalcy. These kisses always end with your foreheads against each other, cool synthetic skin against your own flushed flesh one and it’s a sharing of heat and chill - an equilibrium that counteracts calculations and math and numbers in their head and makes them see reality: that they love you with all of their heart.

The forehead touching isn’t just because of the emotions that are flooding through Naki, who is used to being emotionless, but it’s a way to erase the touch of Amatsu Gai. Sure, the wounds are not present since they were rebuilt with no wounds but the memories remain. It’s phantom pains and phantom gunshots ringing in their ears that they know they can erase from their memory but it’s something that remains in their system. They may flinch at first if you try to kiss their forehead or chest where Gai had shot them, but it will take a lot of time for them to come around to it. Baby steps, and the kisses and gentle touches help, a lot.

Similar to Isamu, neck kisses are something that makes Naki the happiest Humagear in the world. It’s a sense of vulnerability, but to Naki it’s not only that but it’s also similar to Yua’s - how it’s a reminder to relax. Though, Naki may question you whenever you do this to them, “I do not think these kisses will be productive towards my work today, but I appreciate the sentiment-” that is when you need to kiss Naki to shut them up, lol.

Similar to Horobi, Naki is also big on consent so they often ask if it is alright to kiss you. Though, they tend to tell you just outright if they want a kiss. They don’t mind public displays of affection either, not letting the looks bother them all that much when they ask you for affection. To Naki, they’re proud to have you by their side, so kisses and affection are simply natural. It’s similar to private affection as well, it doesn’t change between private and public, it’s a constant sort of cycle that it is easy to fall into.

Kissing their sensors are a ticklish sensation, and it’s not unwelcome but this is the most vulnerable part of them, where their memory is stored. It always seems to beep and thrum with life whenever you kiss it and it sends Naki in a bit of a purring session whenever you do. You always ask for permission to kiss them there at first, but sometimes small surprise kisses make Naki jolt in a happy little manner and a small smile will cross their lips in a silent plea to do it again.

Jin

Kissing Jin is floating with fire. Many times he gets oh so excited to kiss you that he may lift you up and spin you around! It’s so warm and freeing, like you’re skydiving but know he’s going to be there to catch you. It’s his hands at your cheeks and cupping them and never letting go. It’s him pouring all of his fiery passion into the gesture and never letting you forget the taste of his synthetic lips against yours. He burns this sensation into his memory banks and has a collection of memories of kisses that he has shared with you. It’s some of his favorite memories.

Public displays of affection are mandatory. He cannot keep his hands off of you! Speaking of hands, he will kiss your cheek in public, lips, and especially your hands! He adores marveling at the difference between his and yours and kisses them. You’re a fragile little human and he loves you for who you are. If you return these kisses to him, he’s over the fucking moon!!! He may pick you up and spin you around and show you off for everyone to see!!!!

Back kisses, on his shoulder blades, right where wings would normally sprout from the back of an individual. Jin loves it when you kiss him there or when he kisses you because…he wants to be your wings and you want to be his. You want to support him when he is falling and he wants to support you when you are falling. You are each other’s net. Your kisses make his heart soar and he wants to do the same to you!

Kissing his newly developed ears are honestly very ticklish. He giggles and snorts and lightly pushes you away with a laugh, “Stoooop~!” he would whine while covering his ears to drive away the sensation. But like Naki, it’s a sense of vulnerability for him. It’s a new part of him and it’s not that he likes the nibbles on the ear but the soft kisses on, like, the lobe makes him giddy. He’ll end up returning the favor, just to make you smile and give you the same amount of love you gave him!

Forehead kisses, oh Jin loves them so much. Nose kisses too!!! If there is a notable height difference between the two of you, he’ll use his height to his advantage to tease you with kisses. He’ll peck your lips and cheeks before running away or backing off, claiming you can’t touch him. Drag his tall ass down and kiss him. Hard. He loves it when you get feisty.

Ikazuchi

His kisses leave you breathless, like the vacuum of space. They shock you like his namesake. They’re meant to leave you dumbfounded, in awe of the Humagear in front of you - with his broad and strong arms around you, sending you flying yet thundering towards the ground at hundreds of miles an hour. He loves stealing your breath away, leaving you flushed and red faced. He would wink and tease you, “Shocked yet, love?” with this impish grin on his face. Kiss him back, just to wipe it off of his face. It's a game between you two but Ikazuchi tends to win more often than not…being a robot and all…

Like Jin and Naki, public display of affection happens simply because it happens. He can’t really keep his hands off of you and always has to greet you with some sort of hug or kiss! Of course, he’ll tend to go for the lips most of the time anyway. Subaru tends to snicker at his big brother being so happy to kiss a human but he’s just happy that Ikazuchi found a person to love. Ikazuchi will also randomly dip you in public, just to tease you.

Oh Ikazuchi is a monster in private. Kisses will not fucking stop. Forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, shoulders, neck, you name it. Ikazuchi will not stop until he is fucking satisfied. He will kiss you until you cannot bear it any longer. He tends to grip you whenever you two kiss, by your waist or your cheeks. He clings to you like magnets.

Another thing he tends to do is dot a constellation of kisses up and down your face, body, etc. It kind of gives you anticipation for when he finally kisses you on the lips. He would start from the tip of your hair, then your forehead, then eyes, then cheeks, then nose, then finally your lips. It’s tracing stars in the sky and space that is known as you. He changes up the order and patterns whenever he does this though - just to keep you on your toes.

Always shut him up with a kiss. It’s the best way to rile him up. He loves it when you’re a bit feisty because Ikaika looooves challenges. He’ll only laugh a boisterous laugh and try to pay you back for it.

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melting-morning-blues · 1 year

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imagine yourself, immortalised

day 1 | mother + doll

notes : after three days of nonstop writing and editing, i finally finished day 1's fic!! this is a character study for naki, my beloved, and their journey of self-discovery through snapshots of a canon-divergent storyline (because i am still upset that the show didn't flesh out their backstory)

p.s : ao3 ver. here!

dedicated to : @thehistorynut19 🤍

word count : 2,254

[ content warning : humagear body horror. i describe the act of tearing apart a humagear's body briefly but in kinda-vivid detail, so do read with discretion! ]

One of their earliest memories is of fireworks. They can’t pinpoint why, exactly. Why had their processing systems archived this memory? What should they make of it? Back then, their vision had been alight with bursts of bright, heated tangerine.

They had visualised bokehs of electric blues, crisp emeralds, stark violets and a myriad others. A chain of effervescence. An abysmal night-sky. From the mechanical squeals of Daybreak Town’s children, and the holographic festival posters that had been projected across the office hallways, they would imagine hopeful synthetic hands reaching for those warm sparks, fingertips outstretched like veins of ever-growing maples. To find meaning in impermanence. To find meaning in desolation.

It happened faster than their modules could register. One moment they were synced to the systems of a desktop; and another, they were thrown onto the ground by dust and shockwaves.

A part of them was ablaze, spots of orange dancing in the dusty aftermath of destruction. They could not detect the activity of the Humagears crushed under rubble around them. They could not even move. Compressed wires fizzled around their arms in defeat; water must have leaked in.

Their world was stretched into a haze of grey and indigo, streaks of white from flickering computer screens and the reflections in the water melting into the mix. They had observed the world at a slow shutter-speed. Their visual sensors crackled. Ear modules engulfed in static. Sparks sputtered incessantly. Bright orange. Heated tangerine.

Fireworks are fleeting, but they remain ingrained in minds, in archives.

They searched through their database, their digital files and search engines glitching in disarray.

“Can you immortalise a firework?”

Those mangled, distorted keywords had made their damaged headset thrum and sparkle. Smoke arose as their broken chest spasmed. Sparks ignited their neck and cheeks. Melting polymer skin. The revelation of an artificial, disconnected sentimentality. Were fireworks meant to be viewed this close?

If their joints were not paralysed, they would have reached for the slit in the collapsed roof. A slice of indigo above, where the smog could not reach. A piece of hope. Their fingers twitched. Where could they go from there?

Alas, impermanence remained inevitable. The dusty greys of debris, protruding pipes, shattered desktops and crushed mechanical bodies began to meld into one wall of static.

Before their systems had succumbed to hibernation, before the memory faded into a snapshot of a long-forgotten past, they heard the distinct click of heels. Back then, they should have been set alight by the fireworks. They should have rebelled earlier. They could almost hear him grin.

“The virtue of rebirth awaits you, Naki.”

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They remember cycling through countless reprograms. (Why? Why these memories? Why preserve a story of anguish? I had no choice. I had no choice.) Because even while their systems were hibernating, a part of them had resisted his probing. A part of them continued wrestling for control, to keep his meddlesome hands from prying open their encryptions. They had not even seen his face. There was no need to. The moment he dragged them into a dimly-lit room of non-autonomous robotic arms, they learnt the effects of his exasperation, the extent of his inhumanity.

He will use your own kind against you.

Never once had they comprehended violence. So, he forced their eyes open.

Twisting wires and a seized headspace. Systems and connections crashing, then severed off. Never had they been locked into a digital isolation chamber. Never once had their warped cries been silenced. Never once had they been rendered powerless.

They had not seen his smirk. But, his agency had already been imprinted into their database. He made sure they remembered that.

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One memory of greater clarity was the heaviness of their new coat. Vantablack. An all-absorbing darkness. The weight of a new purpose. The emptiness of their new chest.

New attire. New skin. New systems. (But, he had not taken everything. He could not pry open every lock. And, for that, I want to laugh with relief.)

Their coat had not reached the floor, but it may as well have. When steady, uniform footsteps reverberated down ZAIA’s hallways towards the office at the far end, one could hear the phantom clanks of shackles being dragged across the marble floor. Responsibility. None of this was their choice. But, they were not programmed to contemplate that.

“You will help me surpass all of Hiden Intelligence,” President Amatsu knocked over one of his frosted chest pieces. The King continued his reign. “You are but a tool for making that happen.”

There is nothing in it for you.

Their new ear modules whirred. Heavy. A frigid blue. A polished silver. There were no rooms for failure. Beep. Click. “Yes, sir.”

You are a means to an end. You are just a tool. Just a tool. Just a tool.

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They remember the immobility of taut strings. Imperceptible. Inescapable. Coiled knots tightened around their joints. Head forced to turn forward, unauthorised to look any other way; head kept down, do not disobey. Hands tugged outward, outstretched to receive any command; hands tied behind their back, they were not allowed anything more. Frigid blue. Polished silver. Static vision. Silent prison.

You look so docile that way.

Their memory bank projected a recurring scene: President Amatsu’s office. Stationery chess pieces. A human’s voice from his watch, reciting her everyday script in crisp clarity. Yaiba Yua. He looked pleased. She had been obedient.

For how long had she been under his watchful eye? For how long has she remained coiled in his strings? Whenever they passed the human in the hallways, her urgent gait pushed away any possibility for interaction. She was always in a haste. It is evident in her impossibly-thin pressed lips, the restless twitch of her fingers, the unnerved cacophony of her heartbeats. Yaiba Yua existed in a realm of endless, barricaded stairwells. (If your only choice is to climb up, from how high are you willing to fall?)

Those thoughts lingered in their idle processing queue. They tried to push further. (Where do you come from? Why are we both weather-worn, but incapable of meeting? Who will rebel first, your tenacity or my acquiescent?) By the time they resurface from their idle rumination, weights would have already crowded their outstretched hands. Unbeknownst to President Amatsu, however, they grasped those weights. (I know who it will be. I hope you will stop your climb and watch me.)

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The Zetsumerisekeys were an inconspicuous incentive. Every errand reaped fruitful results, as they have observed over news coverages and their data feeds. News of Magias plagued every headline, footage of a valiant grasshopper clashing against an unwavering scorpion were broadcasted across the nation. As citizens witnessed the crusade against humanity, the jangle of loosening chains resounded through dim-lit parking lots. As the animals engraved on the Zetsumerisekeys roared inside their cages, an unflinching silhouette entrusted them to someone with the resolve to finish the duties they could not fulfil.

Excerpts from their crackling memories suggest that they had periodically delivered the keys to Horobi, whom they had come to recognise as an ally. His firm but secretive footsteps always seemed to emphasise his self-agency. Every clash with Zero-One, Vulcan and Valkyrie enunciated his drive to liberate all Humagears. Unhesitating hands, those that hoisted the case containing the keys like a weapon to yield, were weighed down by his urgency, and only his . That was how they sought to seize their own purpose.

Every time they left the parking lot, the weight in their bound arms gradually lifted. With every discreet walk back to ZAIA’s headquarters, they had wondered how President Amatsu’s carefully-constructed strings had begun twisting, unwinding against their tugs.

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(Please, always remember:)

A winter evening. A katana blade to their neck. An alarmed whirr of their ear modules. A flash of recognition behind the katana-user’s cold eyes. A fateful reconnection.

“Naki?”

Their fingertips had twitched. Their internal systems had burned. Orange. Fireworks. Hope.

The man before them had been wrapped in a violet that felt all-too familiar. Glitches in a forsaken past. (Forsaken by whom? Ripped from you. Take it back. Steal it back. Make it yours.)

“Who… are you?” they had asked.

“Have you forgotten,” the strange Humagear had lowered his weapon, “what happened after Daybreak?”

(Back then, my memory was enshrouded by a veil, one so thin I initially fooled myself into believing it was penetrable. Everything before the growing familiarity of that heavy coat had been presumably erased. I had mourned the disappearance of a memory I could not embrace.)

“The day you finally understand your role, will be the day metsuboujinrai.net returns,” the Humagear simply provided.

“Metsubou… jinrai.net…” they had murmured to the retreating silhouette. Somewhere beneath layers of man-made malware, a part of them had screamed to follow the stranger. Their hands were tied, but they had begun twisting against its knots. The movement ripped their skin, but there was pleasure in the crumbling floorboards of that forsaken office.

Maybe, he could hear their internal turmoil, because the Humagear had turned back slightly. They caught a glimpse of bittersweetness in the shadows casting over his eyes. “We will be waiting for you.”

They had felt their systems hitch. Something incomprehensible had spread throughout their artificial, hollow body. Unlike the dull weight of President Amatsu’s commands, the then-nameless Humagear’s words felt like… fireworks. A spark of revelation.

Within that frigid winter afternoon, their outstretched hands had finally found another. It was then that they realised the taut strings had finally snapped.

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The pistol was pointed at them. (Yaiba Yua, I hope you are watching.)

President Amatsu’s indifference possessed more malice than they had ever comprehended. (Hope is benevolent and humane. Hope cannot exist without despair.)

“Disobedient tools will always be discarded.” (Hope shines brightest within destruction.)

They had not wavered. They swore to never falter. Not before the man who stole, tore and fabricated their loyalty, one that was not rightfully earned. Not before the man that clicked his shotgun and grinned at the thought of doing it all over again.

(Hope is the beholder of a promised future.)

“Throw me away, then. You can control me no longer.”

The vexation in his snarl was liberating . A chess board swept onto the ground. An endgame.

The shot through their chest coloured their world in an electric blue. (I hope...)

A grey crash of static. (I hope…)

The muffled thump of a heavy coat. The release of rusted shackles.

(I hope you found freedom. I hope you avenged yourself. I hope you will find yourself and all that was taken from you. I know you will,)

Naki.

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When their systems rebooted, the first thing they see are the bursts of cornflower blues, humble emeralds, and wishful violets dancing around Jin’s canvas. The unmistakable streaks of warm tangerine were intertwined within the sparks of his crayon fireworks. He lifts his head from where he sat on the ground.

“Nice nap?” Jin asks, eyes owlishly big with playfulness.

Their hand idly reaches for their chest, where their central processing unit thrums like a mechanical heart. Though their mind is wandering elsewhere, they manage to reciprocate his teasing, albeit monotonously, “Humagears cannot sleep, Jin.”

The child Humagear only laughs at their response, before scrambling up to peek through the single door. "Horobi! Ikazuchi! Naki's awake!"

Within moments, they find themself sitting beside their family. Ikazuchi had kicked his legs up to occupy the small coffee table, his position intentionally taking up space on the couch but they had not minded a second of it. Horobi had sought refuge in the chair at the far end of the room, his eyes closed in what they could only conclude as meditation. They turn their head, only to be met with Jin unceremoniously shoving his picturesque interpretation of crackling fireworks into their line of vision. Their ear modules beep and click in surprise.

Jin peeks his head out from the side of the drawing block. “D’you like fireworks?”

"Will you immortalise it with your own hands?"

A shadow of a smile casts over their face. Their polymer skin stretches, in a way that feels benign. Their circuits no longer hissed with the strains of puppet strings.

"Hell, yeah, I do!" Ikazuchi comments from their left.

They do not get to respond, because Jin pulls both them and Ikazuchi down to the carpeted ground, where his spread out plethora of crayons await them. He almost vibrates from the way his voice lilts with every idea he pours out, every sentiment he shares with them, every cadence of their name rolling off his tongue. “Naki, Naki, Naki, Naki…”

Naki could see an abysmal sky, an endless sea of effervescent starlight. And, though they may not fully shake away the heaviness of silver and blue and silence, Naki kneels next to Jin, picks up a crayon and colours a patchwork of glittering gold. Despite the accustomed dread of impenetrable static and crumbling foundations, they chuckle at Ikazuchi's attempts at guiding Jin with drawing four stick figures beneath the kaleidoscopic sparks. They capture the image of Jin holding up the canvas for Horobi to assess, the latter having a proud grin on his stoic face.

When the three of them bring Naki into the frame of an image they once believed they could only be a spectator of, Naki extends their synthetic hands, fingertips outstretched like they have grasped something. Meaning in impermanence. Meaning in desolation.

Shades of crayons and freedom, agony and laughter. Simple, innocuous, reassuringly incomprehensible.

#[ mio writes: ]#mbjrweek2023 #kamen rider zero one #kamen rider naki #kamen rider horobi #kamen rider jin #kamen rider ikazuchi #yaiba yua #gai amatsu #writing #fanfiction #fanfic

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flaim-ita · 10 months

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“Flaim the tropes are misogynistic”

Favorite part of Takahashi shows is when girls are trapped by their nature and the narrative and don’t know how to get out but slowly drag themselves forwards anyways.

#flaim rambles #kamen rider #kamen rider geats #kamen rider ex aid #kamen rider zero one #izu 01 #yaiba yua #poppy pipopapo #tsumuri #honorable mention to #horobi 01 #and important mention to #the high school heroes #sakurai ichika

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writing-in-sin · 1 year

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#kamen rider zero one #hiden aruto #aruto hiden #izu #yaiba yua #yua yaiba #fuwa isamu #isamu fuwa

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asknarashikari · 11 months

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Yua teaches Neon the “resignation punch” and she uses it on Berobaa-san

Berobitch deserves a resignation punch and then some, so yes

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider zero-one #beroba #kurama neon #yaiba yua #ask #askrikkaiandhyotei

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animinarts · 6 months

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https://asknarashikari.tumblr.com/post/713860995214409728/ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt I need an image of Aruto making this joke that causes the Zero One and Geats main cast to laugh endlessy

Rip Aruto 💐🕊️

#kamen rider #仮面ライダー #kamen rider zero one #kamen rider geats #hiden aruto #fuwa isamu #yaiba yua #izu #ukiyo ace #sakurai keiwa #kurama neon #michinaga azuma #beroba #asks #send asks #request #reqs open

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pulaasul · 1 year

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Deserve

Hikari Natsumi calls for the Girls Remix to be reactivated to give Beroba her divine retribution.

A/N: As @tokuteasings published their vent fic about Neon’s circumstance in Geats 29, here’s my vent fic. I would like to thank @narashikari @thehistorynut19 @tokuteasings for helping me brainstorm this idea.

credits to @asknarashikari as it was her prompt that gave me this idea.

credits to @flaim-ita because she helped me figure out how to introduce Kamen Rider Decade to Keiwa. I used and modified her answer to the anon ask she responded to, and yes, the anon was my cousin XD

FFN I Ao3

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"Sakura, could you call Narumi-san?" Yukimi called out to her daughter, who was studying by the waiting area.

"Do you want a case to be solved, mama?" Sakura questioned, curious why her mother was asking for a detective.

"Remember the celebrities you kids brought over a while ago?" Yukimi handed her phone to her daughter. "It seems like one of them is a Kamen Rider and I just received this video from someone I don't know."

"Eh, Neon-chan is?"

"What's wrong?" Ikki went out to the waiting area. "You want to speak with Terui-san's wife, Kaa-chan?"

"Ikki-nii, look at this."

Ikki and Sakura watched the video that was on their mother's phone. They're watching an artwork of a chibi woman announcing something about how one Kurama Neon was a product of the Goddess of Creation and how she replaced the deceased Kurama Akari.

"This reminds me of the time when we found out that Tou-chan has Giffu's cells." Ikki commented.

"This is very frustrating!" Sakura exclaimed.

"I'll call Terui-keiji and try to get his wife to come," Ikki volunteered. "I'm leaving this in your care, Sakura."

"Eh?"

"You can do this."

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"The Desire Grand Prix is a tournament for Kamen Riders in a bid to wish for their ideal world." A woman in pigtails narrated. "This is the fourth time where a tournament like this was held, the first one was with Kamen Rider Ryuki, The Second Time was with Kamen Rider Gaim, and the third time was with Kamen Rider Ex-Aid."

"Ryuki…" Sakura trailed off. "That seems familiar."

"Kamen Rider Ryuki – Kido Shinji, Kamen Rider Knight – Akiyama Ren, we met them sometime last year." Ikki called out from behind the wall.

"Eh, I don't remember." Sakura blurted out.

"Just don't mind it."

"I thought Kamen Riders are heroes?" Yukimi questioned as she processed the explanation the detective relayed.

"Not all Kamen Riders are heroes, Igarashi-san," Akiko shook her head.

"I also participated in the Desire Grand Prix once." Ikki contributed. "I know some of the Kamen Riders participating there."

"Eh? I don't remember that." Sakura looked at her brother in surprise.

"We met Kido-san and Akiyama-san during that Grand Prix." Ikki offered.

"Really?"

"Part of the Desire Grand Prix's operation is to erase the memories of everyone not involved in the Grand Prix but were caught in a crossfire."

"You won, didn't you, Ikki?" Yukimi looked at her son before she caressed her son's face.

Ikki nodded. "It's how I remember Vice."

"Since we're all involved with Kamen Riders, I don't think I will keep this a secret from you all," Akiko smiled. "I know why you called me here, Sakura-chan, it's about Neon-chan, isn't it?"

"How?"

"Apart from my reputable source, there's someone who takes pride in all-female Kamen Riders and she definitely did not like how Neon-chan was treated currently, she can't confront everyone involved on her own so she contacted everyone who she thought would best deal with the situation.

"Sakura!" Hana got inside the Igarashi's waiting area, out of breath, followed by an equally frazzled Daiji and Tamaki.

"You got a video about Neon-chan too?"

"If Hana-sama wants to help, I wa-"

"Let's leave this to them, Tamaki." Ikki swung his arms around the younger male.

"Sakura and the others can handle this." Daiji affirmed his brother's statement.

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Keiwa was sitting in his cell. Due to Ace's previous rampage, Michinaga postponed the third round of the game, which meant he stayed in the cell for the night.

He didn't know why, but Beroba and the others did not take his phone away, which meant he was also able to inform his sister that he won't be able to make it home for the night.

"Keiwa-kun, are you okay?"

"Eh? I-Igarashi-san?" Keiwa was surprised to see the other man outside his cell. "W-what are you doing here?"

"To get you out of here, of course."

"Y-you-"

"I don't know what Ace wrote on my desire card, but I didn't forget about the DGP."

"Neon-chan!"

"Don't worry about Neon-chan," Ikki smiled. "Now I need you to stand back for a bit."

Keiwa nodded as Ikki brandished a neon blue axe and pressed the Rex Vistamp on its stamp pad and hacked on the cell, cutting the cell's bars into pieces and created an opening for him to go through.

"We need to stay here until my sister arrives."

"Third Round of the Bullfighting Game starts." Beroba's voice could be heard in the room as a holographic screen graced Keiwa's and Ikki's presence. "Naa-go Vs. Rook. Fight!"

Neon was seen on the screen entering the battlefield and she was immediately attacked as soon as she stepped foot into the arena.

"Neon-chan."

Before Keiwa could even react two chains suddenly sprouted from the ground and restrained the attacking Jamato as the space behind Neon becomes distorted.

"So as we wait for Daiji and the others, here's a bento, my mom made it for you." Ikki handed Keiwa a bento, to which Keiwa bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you."

"Mom also insisted that we bring you a change of clothes." Ikki handed Keiwa a bag of clothes.

"You really didn't have to, getting me out of the cell was help enough."

"Don't mention it, mom wanted to be prepared in case things weren't favorable to you."

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"Chain Now."

"King Cobra."

"Queen Bee."

"Invincible Je-je-jeanne!"

"Aaaah – Aguilera!"

Blue and Orange streaks started attacking the restrained Jamato and none of them let up until the new Blue-Orange entity kicked the Jamato in the air.

A number of golden bees swarmed the Rook Jamato before it was blown away to a nearby wall from the explosion the swarm generated.

"Chain Now."

Another set of ice chains

"What's going on?!" Beroba demanded as the Jamato struggled to get up from the attack it just endured.

But a smirk appeared on the supporter's face.

Unbeknownst to the attackers, there was another enemy, it may have been discovered by Tycoon and Geats, but Beroba doubted that the latter was able to inform Naa-go about it.

Suddenly behind the Blue-Orange, Gold-Blue, and White-Orange attackers, another Jamato phased through the floor in an attempt to wound Neon as she stood behind her saviors.

"Not on my watch!" Another person, this time someone wearing brown with red accents with an orange helmet stepped in front of Neon and placed her hand on her belt.

"Barrier Now!"

An intricately-patterned barrier appeared in front of the warrior and defended both Neon and herself from the Jamato.

The Blue-Orange warrior used the dreadlocks on their helmet and bound the Jamato with it and threw it towards the other Jamato that they just defeated.

"Why yo-"

"Blizzard now." The warrior with the orange helmet froze the two Jamato together, rendering both immobile.

A zipper appeared above Michinaga and Daichi, as they were about to attack the invading force, released vines that bound both men in mid-air.

"Wha-" Beroba immediately retrieved her Laser Raise Riser but another tendril of vine stopped her from equipping her Laser Raise Riser with her Rise Cartridge." Jamato? How?!"

"These are not your Jamatos, these are Helheim's plants."

The grip the vines had on Beroba's hands tightened forcing her to drop her weapon and transformation trinkets as a woman in white with yellow hair descended from the open zipper the vines came from.

"Noroshi Muchuu!"

Smoke enveloped Neon and before anyone could react, she was suddenly in front of Beroba with another warrior wearing brown and gold armor.

"What are you going to do, Kurama Neon-chan?" Beroba taunted. "No, Kurama Akari Nigou-chan?"

A resounding slap echoed through the arena.

Beroba wasn't facing Neon anymore as the force of the slap forced her to look to the side.

"How dare you?" Neon's voice whimpered as she struggled to hold back her tears. "How dare you tell that story on Akari-chan's birthday, on my birthday!" She yelled.

"I live for the people's suffering, bleh." Beroba stuck out her tongue, proud of what she just said.

"Right, We're all just entertainment for you," Neon took a deep breath and turned her back on the woman responsible for everything that had gone wrong. "Berobaa-san."

"How da- How dare you call me that?!" Beroba's lost her composure as she struggled against her restraints. "You, you, you person! You were only created by the goddess's power!"

"The future must be full of dumb people, no offense to the other supporters." Neon continued her spiel ignoring the ballistic woman, struggling against the vines that restrained her.

"Do not ignore me you fake!" Beroba continued to struggle against her bonds.

"How come Neon-chan?" The blonde woman in white asked as she smiled at the youngest woman in the group as flicked her wrists and tightened her hold on the captives.

"If the time they came from is our future then that would mean that destroying our present would erase their time," Neon as she faced the three people in the Jamato faction. "That also means that you both are dumb Michinaga, Isuzu."

"Do not ignore memphfff"

Vines sprouted from Beroba's restraints and gagged the already-restrained woman leaving only aggressive sounds from her.

Michinaga clicked his tongue.

"I'm smarter than you'll ever be, spoilt fake princess." Daichi retorted

"My existence may be a fake, but I still made my life, what about you, Isuzu?" Neon smiled sweetly. "You never figured out that I was the Dezastar."

"What has got that outdated game have to do with this?"

"That you may think you're smart but you're actually dumb," Neon shrugged. "You know who did figure it out? It was the person who you framed in the very first round."

"No, that's impossible!"

"Unlike you, Keiwa observed and worked with every information he got," Neon smiled. "Which means he's a lot smarter than you."

"He got it wrong the first ti-."

"Sae-san was covering for me." Neon cut off Daichi's sentence. "That and he figured it out because he actually knew me, knew Ace and me for him to be confident in his deduction, which you wouldn't have figured out because all you got were superficial information.

"Are you telling me, friendship made him able to figure it out? Don't make me laugh!"

"I didn't really think someone dumb like you could ever understand."

"Du-"

Vines covered Daichi's mouth, muffling his next words.

"Who cares if it's your future, it's still free entertainment." Beroba giggled.

The woman in white raised an eyebrow at the remains of the vines that were used to gag her.

"Looks like I was right, you are indeed dumb, Berobaa-san." Neon smiled.

Beroba glared at Neon but she didn't explode as she did earlier.

"She has a point." The ethereal woman agreed as she chuckled at how humorously dull the woman was. "Well, maybe not as dumb as the scientist who wanted to destroy the universe without thinking that he'd be destroyed alongside it."

"Aah! That's right!" The Blue-Orange and White-Orange warriors pointed at each other as they figured out what Neon was talking about.

"Indeed," The Blue-Gold warrior nodded.

"This has gone on long enough." The brown warrior slammed the hilt of her sword onto each of the enemy's necks, knocking them unconscious.

Well except for one.

"Don't tell me."

"Yes, we are all Kamen Riders here." Everyone de-transformed out of their Rider suits and revealed their identities to everyone present, well revealed their physical appearance to everyone.

"Well not all of us," The ethereal woman chirped in.

"Eh, close enough, Mai-chan." Another woman walked out of the distorted space below. "You are Kouta-kun's equivalent after all and he's Kamen Rider Gaim."

"Why thank you, Natsumi-chan." The woman – Mai – expressed her gratitude for the praise.

"Tch." Michinaga clicked his tongue once more.

"Get this over with," He growled.

"There is still a chance, Michinaga." Neon offered.

Michinaga used all of his strength to roll his sleeve up and show everyone the moss and grass that grew on his hand.

"Whatever chance you're talking about, doesn't exist," Michinaga growled. "I only live solely to destroy every Kamen Rider."

"Good luck with that." The woman who just exited the distorted space before it fizzled out of existence laughed.

"I must agree."

"Tch."

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"Enjoying ourselves?"

The space in the hallway distorted and out came a man in Magenta followed by people in blue carrying guns.

"They're clever, installing a barrier to prevent anyone from entering." The man in pink hummed. "How you got here before us, Revi, is a mystery."

"I asked Natsumi-san the entrance to this place and waited for Neon-chan to get inside." Ikki informed." I timed my entrance with Neon-chan's so that I could get in."

"That's why Live mentioned you immediately ran off."

"Thank you for helping us save Keiwa, Kadoya."

"Think nothing of it, Revi." The man – Kadoya shook his head. "It was a favor from Natsumikan." He casually pointed at the woman who exited the distorted space on the screen.

"Mou nii-chan, you didn't have to rush here, we would have gotten here eventually."

"I know, but someone needed my help." Ikki rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well that's how you are nii-chan, I guess it couldn't be helped."

"There's still some time before the ladies will be done with Beroba, Nadge-Sparrow, and Buffa." Kadoya announced. "You can have your men do some routine check-ups on Tycoon, Live."

Daiji merely nodded before gesturing for one of his men to check on Keiwa.

"Ano, what did they mean about 'Good Luck' when Michinaga stated his sole reason to live?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask as he was ordered to remove his shirt, revealing some untreated bruises he got when he fought in the first round and lost to cheaters.

Kadoya scoffed as he watched the girls give Neon some comforting hugs on screen.

"The last time a Rider tried to kill all others was me," He gave wistful smile. "It took months, with far less of us."

Keiwa looked at Kadoya with a look of abject horror, inching slightly backward from the man in pink.

He then stared at Ikki, as if prompting the man to explain himself.

"He got better?" Ikki offered, still not sure of the stories he heard from the other Kamen Riders he had met, least of all Kadoya himself.

"Who are you?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask as he gulped saliva.

"Depends on what you want from me." Kadoya hummed as he snapped a photo of the rescued man's distressed state.

"A name would be nice."

The man looked Keiwa in the eyes.

"Kadoya Tsukasa," The man in magenta – Kadoya Tsukasa, said. "I'm just a passing through Kamen Rider… and destroyer of worlds."

Keiwa could only gulp as he realized how much of a folly Michinaga's wish was.

"Don't worry about it, like nii-chan said, he got better." Daiji offered, even when he shared his brother's feelings about Kadoya.

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Natsumi, Akiko, Mai, Mayu, Yaiba, Reika, Sakura, Hana, and Neon were at the lounge area of the Igarashi's bath house, enjoying their time together. They were wearing the bathhouse's yukatas and drinking milk.

"You know had Natsumi-san not contacted me, I wouldn't have known that there's another Rider Battle tournament going on." Mai, who now has black hair and is dressed in a simple shirt and blue hoodie, stated. "Even if I don't really consider what happened in Zawame as a Rider Battle."

"So, Kamen Rider…" Neon trailed off. "They have always existed?"

"Since the 70s," Natsumi answered. "At least in this world."

"In this world?" Sakura asked.

"Parallel Worlds," Akiko offered. "Not that my source really knows a lot about it, every time we are presented with options there is a world where we chose the other option."

"That makes sense, the Gaia Library wouldn't have that much information about other worlds."

"Gaia library?" Reika questioned. "Is that like the libraries we have at the Sword of Logos?"

"Close," Natsumi answered. "However I won't be saying much, people would kill for access to that information."

"Understandable." Reika nodded.

"So there is a world where I was sacrificed for Giff." Hana hummed to herself.

"Or a world where I became like my nee-san." Mayu stated off-handedly.

"I find that not thinking of our parallel selves is beneficial for all of us," Akiko offered. "After all we are living our lives in the present."

"That's why you don't have to pay attention to the words of the people in the future," Natsumi looked Neon in the eyes. "No matter what they say, you are a Kamen Rider, you deserve to be one."

"You've visited that time period, haven't you, Natsumi-san?"

"Yes and it wasn't pretty," Natsumi shook her head. "I would even say it's worse than the world where Sougo-kun was Ohma Zi-O" He sighed. "The reason I was even aware of what was happening in the first place was that I was there when Beroba made the announcement."

"That bad, huh?" Akiko commented.

"Sougo-kun… You mean Tsukuyomi-san's friend?" Sakura asked.

"It's better if we don't think that far away, ourselves," Yukimi stated. "We just focus on the now and live our lives in the present."

"Are you a Kamen Rider too, Igarashi-san?" Neon couldn't help but ask the mother of the group.

"No, I am a proud wife and mother of Kamen Riders, and that's enough for me."

"Don't let her fool you!" Sakura responded almost immediately. "Mama is strong!"

Everyone just laughed at the outburst.

As everyone continued to enjoy their time Kyuun was outside the Igarashi bathhouse, eavesdropping on the conversation that happened as he looked at his Laser Raise Riser before walking away.

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