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zarahjoyce) wrote2009-03-16 08:24 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2009-03-16 08:24 pm
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Shinkenger fic - Summoned
Title: Summoned
Rating: PG
Summary: Perhaps the Shodou phone wasn't built with the intention of catering to its holder's every whim. Heavy Takeru/Mako. Dedicated to all my new sentai friends :D
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Perhaps the Shodou phone wasn't built with the intention of catering to its holder's every whim.
Yet Shiraishi Mako had found it very useful - especially when she was frustrated and she needed to vent off her anger on someone - particularly the person responsible for it in the first place.
Which was why it was not the first time - nor would it be the last - that she was going to summon their lord in her room.
In the beginning, her summoned man would remain silent and still while she voiced out her anger. Its - she had difficulty thinking of it as human - eyes remained dead as she came up with every single cruel thing she could think of to hurl it at its face. And initially, there was a lot. She had to give up her dreams for him, watch Ryuunosuke do the same and see him die a little each day when his adoration went by unappreciated, witness Chiaki's crumpled face when he was forced to face the result of his laziness, and bear Kotoha and her tear-soaked voice as she heard her most revered emperor say she was useless to him. The summoned man - its purpose now finished - would disappear after that.
One day though, when she was unwittingly pushed to her breaking point Mako ended up hitting the image. She was shocked to feel warm flesh under her hand, however fleeting the contact was. Its head twisted to the side the way a human's did when slapped, and she found that its skin even reddened after the impact. Seconds after, with its dead eyes riveted on her face, the summoned man dissipated.
Mako had initially felt guilty for it. No matter how much she understood that it was only a summoned image and that she was the one who summoned it, she could not forget the look that crossed its face when she had slapped it. Perhaps it had feelings...? But no, it was impossible. It was mojikara - an illusion, really - and nothing more.
The next day, Mako couldn't help herself - she snuck glances at their emperor when no one was looking. What she was hoping to find, she didn't know - an imprint of a hand on his face, perhaps? Suddenly, his eyes found hers, and he raised a regal brow at her. She raised her chin up, then rolled her eyes and looked away.
Mako thought she heard him chuckle, but she convinced herself she was hearing things. And maybe she was.
Of course, that was also the day their lord was nearly defeated.
It was a miracle, perhaps, that the moment the enemy was going to deliver the final blow, its need for their filthy water had overcome its thirst for blood and was forced to retreat. Mako watched as Ryuunosuke caught their emperor as the latter was stripped of his red form. His face was beaten, with blotches of bruised skin and dried blood. Later in the household Kotoha cried silently while cleansing his wounds. Even Chiaki, usually nonchalant and scathing when it came to their lord, showed agitation as he sat by his side.
Mako, coward as she was, refused to see him when he was like that. She hated weak men, and never thought that one day the person she served could be called as such.
Shodou phone out, she started to write the kanji to call her lord and see him as he really was - arrogant, overbearing, and healthy. But her hand shook too much. In the end the brush fell from her grip and she had to kneel and look for it, not knowing where it rolled off to.
When she got up, Mako found out that she had somehow summoned a man. But this one bore too much resemblance to the one she refused to see; even the bruises that marred its face were identical.
How dare you, she said, annoyed with how moved she was by the sight. Shiraishi Mako had no right to be moved by him. She hated him, despite doing everything required from her because it was her responsibility as his vassal, and because she was never one to ignore her calling. How she hated his conceit and haughtiness and his willingness to suffer without letting the others know! She charged up at him, raised her hand, prepared to strike him again - but at the last second, her hand shook again, and instead of hitting him her palm found its rest on his cheek. A sob escaped from her as her eyes devoured his form, and senselessly, she found herself rising on tiptoes and placing a delicate kiss on the other cheek, where the largest bruise was found.
Just like before, his skin was warm. But unlike before, he managed to grab her by the shoulders and push her away.
Mako, he said.
She did not know her summoned lord could speak.
He stood close to her, and with a rough finger traced a line on her cheek, followed a trail earlier made by her tears. Mako, he repeated, and she hated that her heart sped at the sound of her name. Perhaps it was because he had never called her by it, for they had never talked directly to each other. Perhaps it was because of the way he had said it - full of arrogance, conceit, and nobility reserved only for royalty. She stared at his eyes, but only for a second as he had released her and shot out of her room.
And that was when it hit her.
His eyes weren't dead this time.
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Notes: *sigh* I miss writing D/Hr. This is usually my style on how I write them... hate x hate relationship FTW!!!
This story was initially intended to be rated R or even NC-17, but to my eternal sadness, I can't write NC-17 stuff. Damn it! Also, is there a kanji for lord or emperor?
This is the second ficlet I've done with Mako being the central character! Oh, my. Kotoha... I hope the series defines you more with the next episode...!! I can't write you too much because you're too nice as of now and I don't know how to write nice characters! Also, with Mako/Ryuunosuke a bit debunked by last week's ep, are we now getting conditioned to Takeru/Mako? Hehehe. And lastly, is Ryuunosuke the correct way to spell his name? I'm confused with the U's.
Rating: PG
Summary: Perhaps the Shodou phone wasn't built with the intention of catering to its holder's every whim. Heavy Takeru/Mako. Dedicated to all my new sentai friends :D
-
Perhaps the Shodou phone wasn't built with the intention of catering to its holder's every whim.
Yet Shiraishi Mako had found it very useful - especially when she was frustrated and she needed to vent off her anger on someone - particularly the person responsible for it in the first place.
Which was why it was not the first time - nor would it be the last - that she was going to summon their lord in her room.
In the beginning, her summoned man would remain silent and still while she voiced out her anger. Its - she had difficulty thinking of it as human - eyes remained dead as she came up with every single cruel thing she could think of to hurl it at its face. And initially, there was a lot. She had to give up her dreams for him, watch Ryuunosuke do the same and see him die a little each day when his adoration went by unappreciated, witness Chiaki's crumpled face when he was forced to face the result of his laziness, and bear Kotoha and her tear-soaked voice as she heard her most revered emperor say she was useless to him. The summoned man - its purpose now finished - would disappear after that.
One day though, when she was unwittingly pushed to her breaking point Mako ended up hitting the image. She was shocked to feel warm flesh under her hand, however fleeting the contact was. Its head twisted to the side the way a human's did when slapped, and she found that its skin even reddened after the impact. Seconds after, with its dead eyes riveted on her face, the summoned man dissipated.
Mako had initially felt guilty for it. No matter how much she understood that it was only a summoned image and that she was the one who summoned it, she could not forget the look that crossed its face when she had slapped it. Perhaps it had feelings...? But no, it was impossible. It was mojikara - an illusion, really - and nothing more.
The next day, Mako couldn't help herself - she snuck glances at their emperor when no one was looking. What she was hoping to find, she didn't know - an imprint of a hand on his face, perhaps? Suddenly, his eyes found hers, and he raised a regal brow at her. She raised her chin up, then rolled her eyes and looked away.
Mako thought she heard him chuckle, but she convinced herself she was hearing things. And maybe she was.
Of course, that was also the day their lord was nearly defeated.
It was a miracle, perhaps, that the moment the enemy was going to deliver the final blow, its need for their filthy water had overcome its thirst for blood and was forced to retreat. Mako watched as Ryuunosuke caught their emperor as the latter was stripped of his red form. His face was beaten, with blotches of bruised skin and dried blood. Later in the household Kotoha cried silently while cleansing his wounds. Even Chiaki, usually nonchalant and scathing when it came to their lord, showed agitation as he sat by his side.
Mako, coward as she was, refused to see him when he was like that. She hated weak men, and never thought that one day the person she served could be called as such.
Shodou phone out, she started to write the kanji to call her lord and see him as he really was - arrogant, overbearing, and healthy. But her hand shook too much. In the end the brush fell from her grip and she had to kneel and look for it, not knowing where it rolled off to.
When she got up, Mako found out that she had somehow summoned a man. But this one bore too much resemblance to the one she refused to see; even the bruises that marred its face were identical.
How dare you, she said, annoyed with how moved she was by the sight. Shiraishi Mako had no right to be moved by him. She hated him, despite doing everything required from her because it was her responsibility as his vassal, and because she was never one to ignore her calling. How she hated his conceit and haughtiness and his willingness to suffer without letting the others know! She charged up at him, raised her hand, prepared to strike him again - but at the last second, her hand shook again, and instead of hitting him her palm found its rest on his cheek. A sob escaped from her as her eyes devoured his form, and senselessly, she found herself rising on tiptoes and placing a delicate kiss on the other cheek, where the largest bruise was found.
Just like before, his skin was warm. But unlike before, he managed to grab her by the shoulders and push her away.
Mako, he said.
She did not know her summoned lord could speak.
He stood close to her, and with a rough finger traced a line on her cheek, followed a trail earlier made by her tears. Mako, he repeated, and she hated that her heart sped at the sound of her name. Perhaps it was because he had never called her by it, for they had never talked directly to each other. Perhaps it was because of the way he had said it - full of arrogance, conceit, and nobility reserved only for royalty. She stared at his eyes, but only for a second as he had released her and shot out of her room.
And that was when it hit her.
His eyes weren't dead this time.
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Notes: *sigh* I miss writing D/Hr. This is usually my style on how I write them... hate x hate relationship FTW!!!
This story was initially intended to be rated R or even NC-17, but to my eternal sadness, I can't write NC-17 stuff. Damn it! Also, is there a kanji for lord or emperor?
This is the second ficlet I've done with Mako being the central character! Oh, my. Kotoha... I hope the series defines you more with the next episode...!! I can't write you too much because you're too nice as of now and I don't know how to write nice characters! Also, with Mako/Ryuunosuke a bit debunked by last week's ep, are we now getting conditioned to Takeru/Mako? Hehehe. And lastly, is Ryuunosuke the correct way to spell his name? I'm confused with the U's.
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殿 is how you would say "lord."
As for Ryuunosuke's name it depends on how you want to transliterate his name. The hiragana in his name is "Ryuu" but some people just drop out the last "u" for a less confusing pronunciation.
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I have thought of that while writing this story, because so far aside from her lashing out in ep 2 because of Kotoha, Mako has been pretty accepting of Takeru. That's why I wrote that she was pushed to her limit but never really specified why :D I also wrote this story as if the team were together longer than they are right now.
I don't know, maybe I am pushing the hate/hate thing because frankly Takeru DOESN'T really hate anyone much less Mako. Ryunosuke, maybe.
As for Ryuunosuke's name it depends on how you want to transliterate his name. The hiragana in his name is "Ryuu" but some people just drop out the last "u" for a less confusing pronunciation.
Ahhh, I get it. It's just that I was watching subs yesterday and I got confused. I do want to be accurate when writing his name, so either one is correct, right?
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Also....I liked the fic and I'm usually not one for non slashy pairings LOL
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