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Kamen Rider Kiva: Useless Things part 16 (Nago/Wataru, 13+)
Here's part 16.
Shizuka was grateful for the man's help. Wataru was definitely not feeling well and the doctor might not have thought it had to do with that man, but Shizuka thought so. Maybe she'd call the doctor and have the woman look at Wataru again. Or maybe the woman would seek Wataru out if he'd been poisoned or something like that.
The gate for Wataru's house came into sight, much to Shizuka's relief. Megumi-san was ringing the doorbell, but stopped as the two of them came into her view. She rushed forward to take one of Wataru's arms for Shizuka, while Shizuka unlocked his gate and his door. The man and Megumi-san got Wataru up the stairs and then down the stairs to his bedroom/living room. Wataru was maneuvered, still protesting, into bed, and then Megumi-san sat down. "Please, sit down too," Shizuka said to the man who had helped her get Wataru back to his house. "Would you like some water? Tea?"
"Tea would be good," he said, smiling at her. She was struck by the fact he looked so much like a christian priest; was he one?
"Megumi-san?" The girl turned next to Megumi-san. "What would you like?"
"Tea is fine, also," The woman assured her.
Shizuka bounced into Wataru's kitchen and put on his kettle, selecting the most conservative tea from his varieties. She made the tea fairly swiftly, selecting two of Wataru's mugs and bringing his visitors some tea. She then headed back into the kitchen and made some iced tea from a mix for Wataru.
Soon, Wataru was glaring at her and sipping at his iced tea while Megumi-san and the stranger enjoyed theirs.
"I'm glad to help," the man said. He looked at Shizuka. "I don't know how adept your friend is at going to doctors, or even if he has one, but she is very good."
Shizuka nodded. Getting Wataru to go to the doctor had always been difficult. Maybe he could be persuaded to go to this one.
"Are you both this young man's friend?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows. "And is there anything else I can help with?"
"I've known Wataru since he was fifteen," Shizuka boasted. She was not his first friend - that had been somebody named Taiga, apparently - but she was the friend who had stuck by him. Megumi-san was nice, but Shizuka had been there for the long term. "Megumi-san, haven't you known him only a few months?"
Megumi-san nodded. "He's come a long way since I met him."
Shizuka thought about this, and smiled. "He has," she agreed. Wataru had developed as a person, which meant that he was starting to be a regular person. Okay, a regular person who had to be a weirdness magnet. Or a person magnet. She wasn't the only one finding him attractive anymore.
He had to be a weirdness magnet if a guy wanted him. Nago Keisuke had saved her once, yes. But he was not Wataru's boyfriend, Wataru liked girls if his time with Mio-san was any indication. And if she had to, she'd step back for Mio-san if it meant that he'd be dating a girl.
"And thank you for helping out," Shizuka said to the stranger. She smiled at him, hoping he wasn't falling for Wataru too. Guys seemed suspect at the moment.
The man smiled back. "Maybe I'll run across the two of you sometime," he said. "This place looks fascinating." He got up. "I'm afraid that I have some souls to save."
Shizuka blinked. "You're a Christian priest?"
"Not... precisely," the man said. "But people expect me to look this way, so I do." He got up and smiled again. "If one of you would show me the way out...."
Shizuka got up as well. "Here, it's right this way," she said. She escorted the man out the gates and and watched him saunter off. She then returned to Wataru's house.
Kivat was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. "Shizuka," he said in a low voice. "I've seen that man before. I don't think you should let him or that doctor near him again."
Shizuka frowned. Kivat was a good companion to Wataru, and he usually had a head on his shoulders. She had no clue where Kivat came from, but Wataru trusted him.
Kivat followed her down the stairs, which was unusual for him. He usually didn't make himself known around strangers, and she was lucky to have figured out he wasn't a sculpture.
"Thank you for the tea, Shizuka-chan," Megumi-san said. Kivat flapped down to hover around Wataru. "Are you all right?"
"The man that brought Wataru in," Kivat said, "I don't trust him."
Megumi-san understandably stared. She'd probably never seen Kivat before.
"Um, this is Kivat," Wataru said, indicating the flying bat-creature. "He's a friend."
"And you are the Modigliani woman!" Kivat exclaimed.
"Kivat!" Wataru got half up before Shizuka glared him back into lying down.
"Why don't you trust him?" Megumi-san said, addressing Kivat as if she'd known him for a while.
"I've just seen him before," Kivat said, "When I was very young and... well, when I was very young. When Wataru was a baby. He knew Wataru's mother when Wataru was a baby."
Megumi-san nodded, and Shizuka had to wonder what the other woman was thinking.
And then the door above slammed open, and heavy footsteps revealed Shizuka's worst nightmare.
Shizuka was grateful for the man's help. Wataru was definitely not feeling well and the doctor might not have thought it had to do with that man, but Shizuka thought so. Maybe she'd call the doctor and have the woman look at Wataru again. Or maybe the woman would seek Wataru out if he'd been poisoned or something like that.
The gate for Wataru's house came into sight, much to Shizuka's relief. Megumi-san was ringing the doorbell, but stopped as the two of them came into her view. She rushed forward to take one of Wataru's arms for Shizuka, while Shizuka unlocked his gate and his door. The man and Megumi-san got Wataru up the stairs and then down the stairs to his bedroom/living room. Wataru was maneuvered, still protesting, into bed, and then Megumi-san sat down. "Please, sit down too," Shizuka said to the man who had helped her get Wataru back to his house. "Would you like some water? Tea?"
"Tea would be good," he said, smiling at her. She was struck by the fact he looked so much like a christian priest; was he one?
"Megumi-san?" The girl turned next to Megumi-san. "What would you like?"
"Tea is fine, also," The woman assured her.
Shizuka bounced into Wataru's kitchen and put on his kettle, selecting the most conservative tea from his varieties. She made the tea fairly swiftly, selecting two of Wataru's mugs and bringing his visitors some tea. She then headed back into the kitchen and made some iced tea from a mix for Wataru.
Soon, Wataru was glaring at her and sipping at his iced tea while Megumi-san and the stranger enjoyed theirs.
"I'm glad to help," the man said. He looked at Shizuka. "I don't know how adept your friend is at going to doctors, or even if he has one, but she is very good."
Shizuka nodded. Getting Wataru to go to the doctor had always been difficult. Maybe he could be persuaded to go to this one.
"Are you both this young man's friend?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows. "And is there anything else I can help with?"
"I've known Wataru since he was fifteen," Shizuka boasted. She was not his first friend - that had been somebody named Taiga, apparently - but she was the friend who had stuck by him. Megumi-san was nice, but Shizuka had been there for the long term. "Megumi-san, haven't you known him only a few months?"
Megumi-san nodded. "He's come a long way since I met him."
Shizuka thought about this, and smiled. "He has," she agreed. Wataru had developed as a person, which meant that he was starting to be a regular person. Okay, a regular person who had to be a weirdness magnet. Or a person magnet. She wasn't the only one finding him attractive anymore.
He had to be a weirdness magnet if a guy wanted him. Nago Keisuke had saved her once, yes. But he was not Wataru's boyfriend, Wataru liked girls if his time with Mio-san was any indication. And if she had to, she'd step back for Mio-san if it meant that he'd be dating a girl.
"And thank you for helping out," Shizuka said to the stranger. She smiled at him, hoping he wasn't falling for Wataru too. Guys seemed suspect at the moment.
The man smiled back. "Maybe I'll run across the two of you sometime," he said. "This place looks fascinating." He got up. "I'm afraid that I have some souls to save."
Shizuka blinked. "You're a Christian priest?"
"Not... precisely," the man said. "But people expect me to look this way, so I do." He got up and smiled again. "If one of you would show me the way out...."
Shizuka got up as well. "Here, it's right this way," she said. She escorted the man out the gates and and watched him saunter off. She then returned to Wataru's house.
Kivat was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. "Shizuka," he said in a low voice. "I've seen that man before. I don't think you should let him or that doctor near him again."
Shizuka frowned. Kivat was a good companion to Wataru, and he usually had a head on his shoulders. She had no clue where Kivat came from, but Wataru trusted him.
Kivat followed her down the stairs, which was unusual for him. He usually didn't make himself known around strangers, and she was lucky to have figured out he wasn't a sculpture.
"Thank you for the tea, Shizuka-chan," Megumi-san said. Kivat flapped down to hover around Wataru. "Are you all right?"
"The man that brought Wataru in," Kivat said, "I don't trust him."
Megumi-san understandably stared. She'd probably never seen Kivat before.
"Um, this is Kivat," Wataru said, indicating the flying bat-creature. "He's a friend."
"And you are the Modigliani woman!" Kivat exclaimed.
"Kivat!" Wataru got half up before Shizuka glared him back into lying down.
"Why don't you trust him?" Megumi-san said, addressing Kivat as if she'd known him for a while.
"I've just seen him before," Kivat said, "When I was very young and... well, when I was very young. When Wataru was a baby. He knew Wataru's mother when Wataru was a baby."
Megumi-san nodded, and Shizuka had to wonder what the other woman was thinking.
And then the door above slammed open, and heavy footsteps revealed Shizuka's worst nightmare.