Not So Bad Luck (Kamen Rider Den-O)
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estinose"Not So Bad Luck" was my first attempt to get into Ryotaro's head, in the early episodes of Kamen Rider Den-O. During this time, I was still figuring out how to spell his name; this one has the spelling of the TV-Nihon subs. It's about the fact that Ryotaro's bad luck is what makes him Ryotaro and not somebody else.
Trivia/goof: I hadn't realized at the point that I wrote this that Ryotaro stopped shedding sand (which was what Imagin possessees tended to do) after about episode 2, so this must have been set shortly after that episode.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Toei and TV-Asahi.
Not So Bad Luck
by Estirose
c 2007
Nogami Ryoutarou brushed his hair. It wouldn't stay that way, it would inevitably get messed up or something like that, but he did it anyway. Same as when he put on his clothes, knowing something might happen to them. Unlucky as he was, he'd learned to deal.
He'd sometimes thought of what it would be like to be cured of his unlucky streak. It wasn't like it would change his life much; it just meant that maybe his wallet would be stolen a few less times, he might have his bicycle fixed a few less times, and maybe he'd come out with a few less bruises. Maybe.
Brushing some sand out of his clothes, he wondered what it was like to be lucky, and if lucky people got used to being lucky. Or did they cope as badly as people not used to that luck? He couldn't imagine how it felt to have life on one's side all the time.
Right then, he wondered if his luck was changing, and decided not. He still got bruises, though it was as likely to be thanks to Momotaros than anything else. He smiled a little; if he hadn't met Momotaros, wouldn't have been possessed by the Imajin, he wouldn't be Den-O, he wouldn't be saving the world. And people. And time.
And if he had to brush sand out of his clothes every so often, that was a small price to pay. Putting up with Momotaros was a small price to pay, too. Sometimes, some part of him wished he wasn't possessed, but he'd live. Just like he lived through everything else.
No, he didn't want to be cured. Not of his bad luck, not of Momotaros, not of anything. His luck might have been bad, but it was his luck, and he'd learned to live with it. Learned to make things better with it, oddly enough. After all, if he had good luck, he wouldn't be him, wouldn't be Nogami Ryoutarou.
Maybe someday the rest of the world would learn that bad luck wasn't so bad after all. Ryoutarou smiled, put the brush down, and went on his way.
Trivia/goof: I hadn't realized at the point that I wrote this that Ryotaro stopped shedding sand (which was what Imagin possessees tended to do) after about episode 2, so this must have been set shortly after that episode.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Toei and TV-Asahi.
Not So Bad Luck
by Estirose
c 2007
Nogami Ryoutarou brushed his hair. It wouldn't stay that way, it would inevitably get messed up or something like that, but he did it anyway. Same as when he put on his clothes, knowing something might happen to them. Unlucky as he was, he'd learned to deal.
He'd sometimes thought of what it would be like to be cured of his unlucky streak. It wasn't like it would change his life much; it just meant that maybe his wallet would be stolen a few less times, he might have his bicycle fixed a few less times, and maybe he'd come out with a few less bruises. Maybe.
Brushing some sand out of his clothes, he wondered what it was like to be lucky, and if lucky people got used to being lucky. Or did they cope as badly as people not used to that luck? He couldn't imagine how it felt to have life on one's side all the time.
Right then, he wondered if his luck was changing, and decided not. He still got bruises, though it was as likely to be thanks to Momotaros than anything else. He smiled a little; if he hadn't met Momotaros, wouldn't have been possessed by the Imajin, he wouldn't be Den-O, he wouldn't be saving the world. And people. And time.
And if he had to brush sand out of his clothes every so often, that was a small price to pay. Putting up with Momotaros was a small price to pay, too. Sometimes, some part of him wished he wasn't possessed, but he'd live. Just like he lived through everything else.
No, he didn't want to be cured. Not of his bad luck, not of Momotaros, not of anything. His luck might have been bad, but it was his luck, and he'd learned to live with it. Learned to make things better with it, oddly enough. After all, if he had good luck, he wouldn't be him, wouldn't be Nogami Ryoutarou.
Maybe someday the rest of the world would learn that bad luck wasn't so bad after all. Ryoutarou smiled, put the brush down, and went on his way.
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