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firebirdsdaughter · 4 years

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Random Writing Tidbit Fluff…

… W/ a touch of angst.

So when I make a suggestion w/ that much detail… Usually considering trying to write it.

So fact of the day is, they did this to the dashboard, but didn’t bring back the horizontal line option.

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“Fuwa Isamu-san?”

Fuwa nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice came out of nowhere at his elbow, floundering so much he almost fell over thee railing he’d been leaning on into the water below. To his surprise, his hand didn’t instinctively fly to his weapon like it usually did when he was surprised. He knew the voice, sure, but not well enough for it to matter—he’d thought. Had he really gotten that comfortable with Hiden’s secretary without realising? He spun around to face the HumaGear, trying to get his thoughts in order. Taking a moment to glance over her shoulder, he blinked. Something was missing. “… Where’s Hiden?” He grunted—and before he could stop himself continued, “You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself. Not right now.”

She tilted her head and blinked innocently at him. “I’m not by myself. You’re here.”

He stared at her for a moment. “I… That’s…” One hand flew to the back of his neck, and he turned away quickly—nonsensically, he felt his face flushing. “… That’s…” He swallowed, “… Probably not any safer.” He didn’t feel comfortable being alone with a HumaGear, especially not one closely connected to Hiden. Sure, he’d managed to come to his senses once, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t relapse, or that Amatsu wouldn’t come up with something new. He glanced sideways at the secretary, who was, for some reason, still standing there, looking at him curiously. “… You should go.” He spun on his heel, resolving to get away himself if she wouldn’t listen.

“Wait!” A small but inhumanly strong hand grabbed him by the elbow, holding on tight enough to bring him up short, but not enough to hurt. Izu stepped back into his view, keeping her hold on his arm with one hand. She stared earnestly at him for a bit, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and raised his gaze to meet hers. Once he had, she took a deep breath, looking slightly uncertain for a second. “… I wanted to thank you.” She said, finally. “For protecting me.”

Fuwa’s face went even hotter, and he looked away again, trying vainly to yank his arm out of her grip. “I… I didn’t do it for you.” He snapped—but he didn’t sound very convincing to him, either.

Izu considered him for a moment, then smiled slightly. “I understand.” She told him, and he hated how warm and understanding she sounded. “But the result was that I was protected, and…” Her eyes flickered down to the arm she was holding, just above her hand. “… You were injured.”

He followed her eyes to the tear in his jacket. The actual bandaging was minor, and hidden by fresh clothes, but he hadn’t had the time or patience to patch the coat or get a new one. “It’s nothing.”

“But it is still an injury.” Try as he might, he couldn’t come up with a way to argue with that, and there was a long silence between them. She just kept staring at his arm, while he watched her uncertainly, waiting for her to let go.

Finally, the pressure on his arm disappeared—then there were arms wrapped around him as Izu leaned into his chest, tucking her face into the collar of his coat, the side of her earpiece pressing into his collarbone a bit, though not enough to be uncomfortable. Fuwa froze, arms in the air, unsure of how to respond—he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, and he knew it had never been by a HumaGear. Just like before, she was holding on too tightly to pull away, arms around the middle of his torso, her hands pressing against his back.

For a long time, they just stayed like that, still as statues in complete silence—until, at last, much sooner than he would have thought, Fuwa felt himself relaxing a bit, enough to lower his arms back to his sides. Slowly, unsure of what she was expecting from him, he raised one hand to pat her shoulder lightly, glancing around for some form of escape, but they seemed to be genuinely alone on the wharf. He gave her shoulder another careful pat, then a squeeze, feeling extremely self-conscious.

Then a small sound made him look down at the HumaGear huddling against his chest. For a moment, he almost thought he’d imagined it, but then it came again, slightly louder—a small, shaky whimper. Izu’s arms tightened around him, not enough to be painful, but in an uncharacteristically anxious way, her hands curling to grip his coat.

“… Izu?”

He heard her take a deep, shaky breath. “I… I’m sorry…” HumaGear voices couldn’t break, but hers was shaking like she was about to burst into tears. “I’m sorry.”

Fuwa stared at the top of her head. “… Eh? What are you…?”

She pulled closer, turning her head to bury her face in his chest, and he felt her hands tightening into fists, clenching handfuls of the back of his coat more tightly than a human ever could. The next sound she made was clearly a sob, though he didn’t feel any wetness on his shirt. “I’m sorry… I was scared…” She let out another sob, voice dropping even more. “… I was scared of you. I’m sorry.”

Fuwa froze again. He’d been trying not to remember the frantic, confused, pleading way she’d looked between him and Yaiba, but now it replayed in his head on loop. Had Amatsu intentionally made it so he’d remember that incident, rather than all the others? Forcing him to watch himself betray Hiden and shoot Izu was absolutely something the bastard would do. Izu let out another whimper, snapping him out of his self-pity—but he still didn’t know what to do. Guilt was stabbing into his chest like a knife, but…

Very slowly, very carefully, he raised his arms, gently wrapping them around her shoulders, trying to give her a chance to pull away—instead, however, she pulled closer, like she was trying to hide herself in his coat. Cautiously, he tightened his own arms, one hand moving up to stroke her hair. His head dropped forward, closing his eyes and leaning against the top of her head. “… I was scared of me, too.” He mumbled into her hair, his own voice breaking.

Something flipped, and she began bawling tearlessly into his chest, shoulders shaking. Even the sobs were slightly muted and controlled, but there was no mistaking the emotion behind them. He just kept holding her, blinking away tears that were threatening to spill out of his own eyes, grateful that her face was pressed into his chest and she couldn’t see them.

Next time he saw Amatsu, he was absolutely going to deck him.

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Wolf Dad is good Dad and I will fight for him.

#Random Writing Tidbit #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Zero-One Spoilers #Zero One Spoilers #my precious angry wolf dad #I will also fight for Scorpion Dad but this is about Wolf Dad ^^#I want more Fuwa and Izu interactions now… DX #Binary Retro Rider

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