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Kamen Rider Kiva: Useless Things part 7 (Nago/Wataru, rated 13+)
Here's part 7 of "Useless Things". As a reminder. it's Nago/Wataru. It's slash. It's rated 13+ for sexual situations. And some of it spoils episode 28.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Keisuke walked in to where Megumi was standing with Shima-san. "Yes?" he asked. He wondered, since Megumi was there, if she'd gone to complain about his behavior to Shima-san. Shima-san knew about Wataru, knew how dangerous Wataru would be when awakened. He'd be on Keisuke's side.
"I hear that you know about Kurenai Wataru," Shima-san said.
"Yes," Keisuke said, glancing at Megumi. "Is this about him?"
Shima-san nodded. "Tell me what you know about him."
Keisuke mentally rolled his eyes. "The important thing is that he's half-Fangire, and his powers don't function while he's ignorant. And he shouldn't have a family, especially children."
Megumi looked surprised at Keisuke's words. He ignored her, focusing on Shima-san.
"You're partially right," Shima said. "The ignorance is so that he continues his alleigance to humanity instead of the Fangire. He's got some powers manifesting anyway, but they seem to be purely unconscious. He doesn't seem to be aware of them."
"And the family?" Keisuke asked. "Do we want him passing along his Fangire blood?" He hoped they wouldn't. He'd look down on them if they did.
"No," Shima-san said. "We need to keep him away from that, and keep him calm. If his powers manifest, they'll be out of passion more than anything else." The older man was staring at something that wasn't his mirrored reflection.
"Then he needs a boyfriend," Keisuke said. "And he does need to have his life controlled." He was doing it *right*. Wataru needed his guidance, just in a different way.
"He thinks you've gone insane," Megumi snapped.
"I'm only doing what's good for him," Keisuke said calmly. "I know what needs to be done, and I'll do it." Keeping Wataru under his control would be the simplest thing... and he'd make the boy do whatever was needed to unleash his powers later on.
"Hate can be a strong emotion too," Shima-san said mildly. "Make sure you don't turn him against his own kind."
Keisuke snorted. "I will continue being his 'boyfriend', and I'm going to make sure he stays put." He'd do this, no matter how stupid it seemed.
"Wataru likes *girls*," Megumi said. "Not guys."
"He's going to learn to like me," Keisuke told her. "Because that's all the choice he'll have."
"I would suggest," Shima-san said, "Getting to know him and his interests, if you're going to play a part of his life."
Keisuke frowned. Didn't Shima-san realize that he was going to have to deal with useless things like musical instruments? But on the other hand, it would probably be a good idea to see what drove Wataru, just so that he could control him better. "I'll do that."
He left the gym, intent on seeing Wataru again. But first, he went home and packed a suitcase.
* * *
"Nago-san?" As usual, Wataru looked confused. "You're bringing a suitcase this time?"
"I'm staying at your house for a few days. It was suggested that I... tweak... my rules to something more realistic." He put the suitcase down. "So, I'm staying with you for a week. Understand?"
Wataru gaped, and then seemed to remember his place. "Understood."
"Good. Do you make your own dinner, or...." He hoped that Wataru understood the concept of a nutritious meal.
"I make my own, Nago-san," Wataru said. "Do you want me to make some for you, too?"
"Please," Keisuke said. He wanted to see what Wataru was eating, if his diet needed to be fixed. "And please show me around your house."
Wataru bowed. He gave Keisuke a tour of the place, which was not very big. It didn't need to be, if it served as a adequate prison if needed.
"You're not locking your doors," Keisuke said as Wataru finished.
"I need to have my doors unlocked," Wataru said. "That's how my customers get in."
Fine. One small rebellion. If that was the only problem he had with Wataru, he could live with it.
He was left sitting at Wataru's little table while Wataru worked upstairs. Finally, the younger man - half-human, Keisuke reminded himself - finished, going into the small kitchen.
Keisuke waited impatiently for Wataru to cook. When the boy came out, Keisuke was pleased to see that Wataru knew both how to cook and how to set a table, and he had some idea of nutrition. Wataru seemed to be a traditionalist when it came to food, and Keisuke wondered who had taught him to be that way.
Eating his food, he could easily imagine living here, with Wataru to cook his meals. They ate in silence, Keisuke observing Wataru and his table manners, which were fine. He'd have to take Wataru out somewhere in order to observe how he did with European table etiquette.
"Did you remember to lock the doors?" Keisuke asked.
"Yes," Wataru said. His tone was subdued. Keisuke approved.
"Good," Keisuke said. He watched Wataru go upstairs, presumably to work more on violins. Instead, he heard an instrument being tuned, and then soft violin music. He tensed, but he didn't stop Wataru. He was supposed to keep Wataru calm, and if the violin music made Wataru calm, Keisuke would tolerate it - if barely - for the sake of the world.
Eventually, Wataru came back downstairs and turned down the bed. Keisuke had inspected it earlier, realizing he'd spent time in this same bed - or at least the same nook - back in 1986, when Wataru's father had thought he was suicidal.
"Here's your bed, Nago-san," Wataru said, indicating his own bed.
"And where are you sleeping?" Keisuke asked. He hadn't seen a guest bedroom. Maybe it was that room full of boxes that Wataru had shown him.
Wataru shrugged. "I'll find a place. Upstairs."
Keisuke eyed Wataru's bed. There might be enough room for the two of them in it. "I have a better idea." Wataru had to be convinced that sleeping with men, not women, was the way his life was going to be now. There was no way that Keisuke was going to allow Wataru to pass along his Fangire bloodline.
"What is it, Nago-san?" Wataru asked, not sure as to what Keisuke meant.
"You are my boyfriend," Keisuke stated. "We'll sleep together."
Wataru backed up. "That's okay, Nago-san, I'll be perfectly okay upstairs."
Keisuke stepped forward, striding until he was right in Wataru's space. "What's the first rule?"
"Don't argue with you," Wataru said. "But Nago-san, my bed is too narrow for the both of us."
"No, it isn't," Keisuke said, and pulled Wataru in that direction.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Keisuke walked in to where Megumi was standing with Shima-san. "Yes?" he asked. He wondered, since Megumi was there, if she'd gone to complain about his behavior to Shima-san. Shima-san knew about Wataru, knew how dangerous Wataru would be when awakened. He'd be on Keisuke's side.
"I hear that you know about Kurenai Wataru," Shima-san said.
"Yes," Keisuke said, glancing at Megumi. "Is this about him?"
Shima-san nodded. "Tell me what you know about him."
Keisuke mentally rolled his eyes. "The important thing is that he's half-Fangire, and his powers don't function while he's ignorant. And he shouldn't have a family, especially children."
Megumi looked surprised at Keisuke's words. He ignored her, focusing on Shima-san.
"You're partially right," Shima said. "The ignorance is so that he continues his alleigance to humanity instead of the Fangire. He's got some powers manifesting anyway, but they seem to be purely unconscious. He doesn't seem to be aware of them."
"And the family?" Keisuke asked. "Do we want him passing along his Fangire blood?" He hoped they wouldn't. He'd look down on them if they did.
"No," Shima-san said. "We need to keep him away from that, and keep him calm. If his powers manifest, they'll be out of passion more than anything else." The older man was staring at something that wasn't his mirrored reflection.
"Then he needs a boyfriend," Keisuke said. "And he does need to have his life controlled." He was doing it *right*. Wataru needed his guidance, just in a different way.
"He thinks you've gone insane," Megumi snapped.
"I'm only doing what's good for him," Keisuke said calmly. "I know what needs to be done, and I'll do it." Keeping Wataru under his control would be the simplest thing... and he'd make the boy do whatever was needed to unleash his powers later on.
"Hate can be a strong emotion too," Shima-san said mildly. "Make sure you don't turn him against his own kind."
Keisuke snorted. "I will continue being his 'boyfriend', and I'm going to make sure he stays put." He'd do this, no matter how stupid it seemed.
"Wataru likes *girls*," Megumi said. "Not guys."
"He's going to learn to like me," Keisuke told her. "Because that's all the choice he'll have."
"I would suggest," Shima-san said, "Getting to know him and his interests, if you're going to play a part of his life."
Keisuke frowned. Didn't Shima-san realize that he was going to have to deal with useless things like musical instruments? But on the other hand, it would probably be a good idea to see what drove Wataru, just so that he could control him better. "I'll do that."
He left the gym, intent on seeing Wataru again. But first, he went home and packed a suitcase.
* * *
"Nago-san?" As usual, Wataru looked confused. "You're bringing a suitcase this time?"
"I'm staying at your house for a few days. It was suggested that I... tweak... my rules to something more realistic." He put the suitcase down. "So, I'm staying with you for a week. Understand?"
Wataru gaped, and then seemed to remember his place. "Understood."
"Good. Do you make your own dinner, or...." He hoped that Wataru understood the concept of a nutritious meal.
"I make my own, Nago-san," Wataru said. "Do you want me to make some for you, too?"
"Please," Keisuke said. He wanted to see what Wataru was eating, if his diet needed to be fixed. "And please show me around your house."
Wataru bowed. He gave Keisuke a tour of the place, which was not very big. It didn't need to be, if it served as a adequate prison if needed.
"You're not locking your doors," Keisuke said as Wataru finished.
"I need to have my doors unlocked," Wataru said. "That's how my customers get in."
Fine. One small rebellion. If that was the only problem he had with Wataru, he could live with it.
He was left sitting at Wataru's little table while Wataru worked upstairs. Finally, the younger man - half-human, Keisuke reminded himself - finished, going into the small kitchen.
Keisuke waited impatiently for Wataru to cook. When the boy came out, Keisuke was pleased to see that Wataru knew both how to cook and how to set a table, and he had some idea of nutrition. Wataru seemed to be a traditionalist when it came to food, and Keisuke wondered who had taught him to be that way.
Eating his food, he could easily imagine living here, with Wataru to cook his meals. They ate in silence, Keisuke observing Wataru and his table manners, which were fine. He'd have to take Wataru out somewhere in order to observe how he did with European table etiquette.
"Did you remember to lock the doors?" Keisuke asked.
"Yes," Wataru said. His tone was subdued. Keisuke approved.
"Good," Keisuke said. He watched Wataru go upstairs, presumably to work more on violins. Instead, he heard an instrument being tuned, and then soft violin music. He tensed, but he didn't stop Wataru. He was supposed to keep Wataru calm, and if the violin music made Wataru calm, Keisuke would tolerate it - if barely - for the sake of the world.
Eventually, Wataru came back downstairs and turned down the bed. Keisuke had inspected it earlier, realizing he'd spent time in this same bed - or at least the same nook - back in 1986, when Wataru's father had thought he was suicidal.
"Here's your bed, Nago-san," Wataru said, indicating his own bed.
"And where are you sleeping?" Keisuke asked. He hadn't seen a guest bedroom. Maybe it was that room full of boxes that Wataru had shown him.
Wataru shrugged. "I'll find a place. Upstairs."
Keisuke eyed Wataru's bed. There might be enough room for the two of them in it. "I have a better idea." Wataru had to be convinced that sleeping with men, not women, was the way his life was going to be now. There was no way that Keisuke was going to allow Wataru to pass along his Fangire bloodline.
"What is it, Nago-san?" Wataru asked, not sure as to what Keisuke meant.
"You are my boyfriend," Keisuke stated. "We'll sleep together."
Wataru backed up. "That's okay, Nago-san, I'll be perfectly okay upstairs."
Keisuke stepped forward, striding until he was right in Wataru's space. "What's the first rule?"
"Don't argue with you," Wataru said. "But Nago-san, my bed is too narrow for the both of us."
"No, it isn't," Keisuke said, and pulled Wataru in that direction.