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zarahjoyce) wrote2008-08-08 01:19 am
zarahjoyce) wrote2008-08-08 01:19 am
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Uneven, KRKiva fic
I told you I'll write something about them sooner or later :D
Title: Uneven
Pairing: Megumi/Nago
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Spoilers: None
Summary: There were several things worse than going to a photo shoot with a slightly injured ankle, courtesy of an attack gone wrong last night.
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There were several things worse than going to a photo shoot with a slightly injured ankle, courtesy of an attack gone wrong last night.
Megumi frowned severely as she contemplated this, prompting her stylist to tut-tut and stop applying make-up on her left cheek to wave his blush-laden brush at her face.
"Smile, Megumi-chan," he said, in a sing-song voice that usually amused her - but not today. "I can't make you beautiful if you won't smile, you know! Smile for me, Megumi-chan!"
Her face forming an automatic, impersonal smile, Megumi spotted a movement in the mirror - and inwardly cursed.
There he was - the absolutely worst thing that could happen to her that day.
Smile still stuck on her face, Megumi tried to form the words through clenched teeth. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Her stylist drew back, wearing the most-offended look she had seen on him. "Well. Well, Megumi-chan--"
"Not you," Megumi snapped, her smile vanishing. "Him!" She jerked her head towards Keisuke Nago's general direction, all the while keeping her eyes on him in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Nago raised a brow but remained where he was - leaning stiffly against the doorway of her cramped make-up room.
Her stylist glanced at Nago, widened his eyes and whistled appreciatively. He hit a particularly sore spot on Megumi's shoulder hard enough to almost make her cry out. "Oooooooooh, Me-gu-mi-channnnn," he crooned. "You didn't tell me you already have a boyfriend!"
"A what?" Megumi snarled, causing her stylist to jump back at least two feet from her. She pointed a shaking finger at Nago. "That is not my boyfriend! That is some self-righteous, high-assed psycho standing right there! He is not my boyfriend!"
Nervously, her stylist began to creep his way to the door. Megumi's temper was the stuff of legends, just as her appetite for fried fish was. "All--all right, Megumi-chan," he said, voice quaking slightly. "Oh! I hear someone calling me--" And he practically ran out of the room like a man possessed.
Megumi sighed loudly, then stood - a stupid decision, she thought later, as her ankle throbbed in protest. She sank on her chair, barely suppressing a moan of pain. "What are you doing here?" she asked, aware that she had been repeating herself and was still not getting an answer. Damn it.
That was the only time Nago moved towards her, arms crossed on his chest and his face twisted into a dark scowl. "You should be in a hospital," he told her, his tone severe. "You're hurt."
"I'm fine," she snapped. Holding his gaze in the mirror, Megumi stood proudly, secretly shifting her weight to her undamaged foot. "See? Fine. Now get out."
Nago grabbed her by the arm, destroying her balance and causing her to step using her bad ankle. Balking, crying out, she almost fell on her face until Nago, the bastard, steadied her shoulders. "I'm right, then. You're not fine."
Megumi swatted his hands away, embarrassed at having been caught in her lie. "Is that why you're here? To prove me wrong?"
He cocked his head to one side. "I'm here as your bodyguard," he told her stiffly.
"I don't need you," she readily spat.
"You did last night."
"That was last night." Megumi raised her chin. "I don't need you today. Besides, I could've handled it myself. The Fangire was mine before you intervened. Unnecessarily, if I may add."
"You were on the ground."
"It was all part of my plan."
"To what? Get saved by Kiva?"
Megumi was surprised to hear rage in his tone, much more see it on his expression. Then again, Nago-kun was always angry when Kiva was in the conversation, so she really shouldn't be. "Let me set things clear," she said, crossing her arms and matching his glare. "I. Don't. Need. To. Be. Saved. By anyone. Got that, Nago-kun?" She turned towards her reflection in the mirror, and almost did a double-take - were the corners of Nago's mouth pulled upwards in a smile? But, no, it was gone. Must be her imagination, Megumi thought.
"Regardless," he said, and in the mirror it was as though he was having a conversation with her hair. "You just might be my way of finally getting him once and for all."
Irritated beyond reason, Megumi grabbed the nearest jacket she could and shoved it to his chest. "Here!" she screamed, hoping her fist would actually embed itself on him. "Wear my jacket, why don't you? So that some Fangire might attack you instead of me and then Kiva would come and save you instead of me and you can kill him for all I care!"
Ignoring the constant pain her ankle, she was about to walk out on him when he spoke. "You can't go to work."
That caught her attention and her ire. "And why not? What, are you going to stop me?"
At that, Nago stepped closer to her, close enough until she could almost taste his words. "Your face is uneven." Still clutching her jacket, he quietly stepped out of her make-up room, leaving Megumi horrified beyond belief.
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And OMG!!! Is the actress playing Yuri JUST 17 freakin' years old???? She's barely older than the actress playing Shizuka, then! Hehehe. You know, I really wanted to like Yuri and everything, but I got turned off because every damn male within 10 feet of her just falls in love with her. WTF? And just who is Megumi's father?
In another fandom... Aghhh! I'm having the most difficult time getting inspired for my entry in the DM/HG Fic Exchange. UGHHHHHH. I need help. Seriously. If only I'm not so distracted...! Damn you, Megumi/Nago, for hooking me with your hate/hate relationship...!!!
Title: Uneven
Pairing: Megumi/Nago
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Spoilers: None
Summary: There were several things worse than going to a photo shoot with a slightly injured ankle, courtesy of an attack gone wrong last night.
--
There were several things worse than going to a photo shoot with a slightly injured ankle, courtesy of an attack gone wrong last night.
Megumi frowned severely as she contemplated this, prompting her stylist to tut-tut and stop applying make-up on her left cheek to wave his blush-laden brush at her face.
"Smile, Megumi-chan," he said, in a sing-song voice that usually amused her - but not today. "I can't make you beautiful if you won't smile, you know! Smile for me, Megumi-chan!"
Her face forming an automatic, impersonal smile, Megumi spotted a movement in the mirror - and inwardly cursed.
There he was - the absolutely worst thing that could happen to her that day.
Smile still stuck on her face, Megumi tried to form the words through clenched teeth. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Her stylist drew back, wearing the most-offended look she had seen on him. "Well. Well, Megumi-chan--"
"Not you," Megumi snapped, her smile vanishing. "Him!" She jerked her head towards Keisuke Nago's general direction, all the while keeping her eyes on him in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Nago raised a brow but remained where he was - leaning stiffly against the doorway of her cramped make-up room.
Her stylist glanced at Nago, widened his eyes and whistled appreciatively. He hit a particularly sore spot on Megumi's shoulder hard enough to almost make her cry out. "Oooooooooh, Me-gu-mi-channnnn," he crooned. "You didn't tell me you already have a boyfriend!"
"A what?" Megumi snarled, causing her stylist to jump back at least two feet from her. She pointed a shaking finger at Nago. "That is not my boyfriend! That is some self-righteous, high-assed psycho standing right there! He is not my boyfriend!"
Nervously, her stylist began to creep his way to the door. Megumi's temper was the stuff of legends, just as her appetite for fried fish was. "All--all right, Megumi-chan," he said, voice quaking slightly. "Oh! I hear someone calling me--" And he practically ran out of the room like a man possessed.
Megumi sighed loudly, then stood - a stupid decision, she thought later, as her ankle throbbed in protest. She sank on her chair, barely suppressing a moan of pain. "What are you doing here?" she asked, aware that she had been repeating herself and was still not getting an answer. Damn it.
That was the only time Nago moved towards her, arms crossed on his chest and his face twisted into a dark scowl. "You should be in a hospital," he told her, his tone severe. "You're hurt."
"I'm fine," she snapped. Holding his gaze in the mirror, Megumi stood proudly, secretly shifting her weight to her undamaged foot. "See? Fine. Now get out."
Nago grabbed her by the arm, destroying her balance and causing her to step using her bad ankle. Balking, crying out, she almost fell on her face until Nago, the bastard, steadied her shoulders. "I'm right, then. You're not fine."
Megumi swatted his hands away, embarrassed at having been caught in her lie. "Is that why you're here? To prove me wrong?"
He cocked his head to one side. "I'm here as your bodyguard," he told her stiffly.
"I don't need you," she readily spat.
"You did last night."
"That was last night." Megumi raised her chin. "I don't need you today. Besides, I could've handled it myself. The Fangire was mine before you intervened. Unnecessarily, if I may add."
"You were on the ground."
"It was all part of my plan."
"To what? Get saved by Kiva?"
Megumi was surprised to hear rage in his tone, much more see it on his expression. Then again, Nago-kun was always angry when Kiva was in the conversation, so she really shouldn't be. "Let me set things clear," she said, crossing her arms and matching his glare. "I. Don't. Need. To. Be. Saved. By anyone. Got that, Nago-kun?" She turned towards her reflection in the mirror, and almost did a double-take - were the corners of Nago's mouth pulled upwards in a smile? But, no, it was gone. Must be her imagination, Megumi thought.
"Regardless," he said, and in the mirror it was as though he was having a conversation with her hair. "You just might be my way of finally getting him once and for all."
Irritated beyond reason, Megumi grabbed the nearest jacket she could and shoved it to his chest. "Here!" she screamed, hoping her fist would actually embed itself on him. "Wear my jacket, why don't you? So that some Fangire might attack you instead of me and then Kiva would come and save you instead of me and you can kill him for all I care!"
Ignoring the constant pain her ankle, she was about to walk out on him when he spoke. "You can't go to work."
That caught her attention and her ire. "And why not? What, are you going to stop me?"
At that, Nago stepped closer to her, close enough until she could almost taste his words. "Your face is uneven." Still clutching her jacket, he quietly stepped out of her make-up room, leaving Megumi horrified beyond belief.
--
And OMG!!! Is the actress playing Yuri JUST 17 freakin' years old???? She's barely older than the actress playing Shizuka, then! Hehehe. You know, I really wanted to like Yuri and everything, but I got turned off because every damn male within 10 feet of her just falls in love with her. WTF? And just who is Megumi's father?
In another fandom... Aghhh! I'm having the most difficult time getting inspired for my entry in the DM/HG Fic Exchange. UGHHHHHH. I need help. Seriously. If only I'm not so distracted...! Damn you, Megumi/Nago, for hooking me with your hate/hate relationship...!!!
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Yeah, Takahashi Yuu turned 17 a couple of months ago. Isn't that amazing? She looks older than she is in reality!
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I was really surprised to find out that tha was how young she was. The wardrobe and the hair really helps to make her look older! It was also surprising to see that the actor playing Nago was the youngest among him, Wataru, and Megumi, while the actress playing Megumi was the oldest among the three :D
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And it's perfect, both of their voices are completely spot-on. ♥ Megumi's irritation with Nago and yet her need to just provoke him even more, Nago's arrogance, those weird little things he does about Megumi that would be romantic if they weren't so haughty. ♥ ♥ And the last line is perfect.
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