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riot-in-bloom · 1 year

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live laugh love tregear (just make tregear do whatever the fuck he wants to do tbh)

ah, a brave one. i did end up overthinking this prompt with a bit of perfume research and watching a particular scene in skyfall (the bond movie), but at the end of the day, unsettling hiroyuki is one of his favourite hobbies. while i do refer to him as tregear, he's in his kirisaki form here.

Humans, by all means, should be of trifle bother to Tregear. That had been true, until recently.

Kudo Hiroyuki taints his vision every time he closes his eyes, uttering despicable words of hope and bonds that only madden him more. As it seems, the Tri-Squad, as the ragtag crew of the Son of Taro and their friends had foolishly announced themselves, had chosen to borrow his body for a place to stay and fight Kaiju. Hiroyuki had, as a result, gained the nerve to talk back to opponents far stronger than him. But by bringing a human into such matters, if anything, they'd provided him for the perfect subject to his experiment of sorts. Plus, Hiroyuki having such a pretty face to crack, to fracture with despair, is only the cherry on top.

Hiroyuki's probably — no, definitely — heading home, about to turn left on the bridge that Tregear currently waits on. Those from the Land of Light always have a different aura to them, one he's able to spot from miles away, even in his human form, as he is now. Normally, the pesky Son of Taro follows Hiroyuki around as a duckling would its mother, which renders Hiroyuki’s location starkly tangible. The aura of the Light is instead fuzzy right now, remnants of what an Ultraman could rub off on a human after prolonged exposure. How intriguing, indeed, for the Son of Taro and his buddies to not be present.

He's right two minutes later, as he expected to be. The only thing more satisfying than his accuracy is the steely glint failing to surface amongst the sea of fear in Hiroyuki's black-coffee eyes.

“Tregear…”

“Kudo Hiroyuki. Where are your manners? Should you not be saying hi?”

It takes two seconds to flutter his fingers into a wave. In response, Hiroyuki steps back gingerly with his left foot — he's limping, judging on how quick he is to shift his weight onto said foot as soon as he's done.

“Why are you here?”

The world vanishes from Tregear’s senses for a bit, before coming through to him again, this time from behind Hiroyuki instead of ahead. It’s funny, how consistently humans hate feeling like prey; this one, for instance, stiffens almost immediately upon Tregear’s breath falling onto his back, and more so when Tregear’s hands reach out to grab at his chest. It feels firm when Tregear touches it — he’s kept in good shape, which would make sense given his physically demanding job — and the fabric above is most certainly cotton, albeit of the unsoftened variety.

There’s obviously no need to partake in such prodding. But Hiroyuki’s being careful with his breathing now, seemingly taking shallow ones that hitch after several mental checks of his safety every few seconds, and that has an element of fun to it.

"To see you, of course. It has been a while since I've seen you at this time of night."

Hiroyuki stays stunned while Tregear allows himself to let his hands roam some more, not once putting up a struggle. How responsible; he's apparently kept the policies of his workplace manual in mind — more specifically, in the event of him getting robbed. Flipping through that had been an immense bore, showcasing more examples of humans setting chains of rules over trivial matters. Regardless, he takes his time prodding and pinching the chest muscles, for no one dares to come here late at night.

As with many other circumstances of meeting, Hiroyuki's skin is evidently freshly washed, and Tregear can feel the humidity off of his hair. Usually, however, this would bring some particular flavours human noses seem to be fond of: more specifically, the scents of bergamot, lavender, and a smidge of thyme. The air in between them is devoid of these scents at the moment, instead bestowing him with citron and some musk, in a ratio that's strangely familiar. Just where does he know this from?

A memory of a few months ago — before he'd even met Hiroyuki — surfaces itself. Ah yes. Stony ruins had surrounded him as he'd stepped into the building, examining his handiwork of a being close to death. An easily won battle shortly after, with another being who'd stayed virtually unscathed but angered regardless, had left a sour taste to the sweetness of his chocolate at the time, as had the dust to his nose. There had been guns, if he recollects correctly, along with some part of time where the warmth of the being’s arm radiated onto his.

“Want some?”

“Screw off!”

He’d seen that being again a few times after, but never alone. No, every subsequent time, he was accompanied by Hiroyuki.

Oh, dear. The limp, the scent, the lack of the Tri-Squad on his person today; the implications of such are rather fascinating, indeed, if it’s to follow any kind of human logic.

“Playing with fire, aren’t you? You’re daring to indulge in things you’ve broken."

He disappears, gracing Hiroyuki's vision with himself again while walking towards him, topped off with wide eyes and a raised tone perfectly fabricated to be accusatory.

"Quite intimately, it seems. You never learn.”

“What do you mean?!”

Tregear drops all expressions as he holds his face inches away from Hiroyuki’s. He’s not meaning to do what Hiroyuki would most likely assume is about to happen, no. Instead, he inhales deeply, showily exhaling for emphasis before backing off.

Hiroyuki’s face warps into a multitude of emotions: shock, anger, sadness that brings water to his eyes, along with the undeniable twitches of denial his face tends to make. The timeless conclusion comes through, once more: humans are so easy to lace with guilt.

“I don't think I need to say. You already know, don’t you?”

It’s now that he finally decides to turn his back to Hiroyuki, hands neatly in place behind his back while walking the rest of the length of the bridge, letting the contemptible aura of light fall behind. The despair he’s missing out on must surely be delectable, given the frantic huffs that are audible even from here, but nothing of the exquisite variety that he seeks.

“I’ll be sure to have a fun game set up for you next time, Kudo Hiroyuki.”

#fanfic #ultraman taiga #ultraman tregear #kirisaki (taiga)#kudo hiroyuki #if anyone is asking this is taking place at the bridge in fourze that gentaro jumps off of in the first episode

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asknarashikari · 3 years

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Fourze is Ten! One minific of the KRC having an anniversary party please?

Tenth anniversary kitaaaaaaaaaaaa! Happy tenth to our best boi Gentaro and his crew the KRC!

“Gen, are you ready? It’s almost time for us to meet the others.”

“Yeah, just a sec!” Gentaro called back. “Just fixing my hair!” Kengo chuckled as he watched Gentaro rub the pomade on his hands and brushing his fingers through his hair, molding it into that pompadour hairstyle that he was still so fond of. “Alright, I’m ready!” Gentaro said, rubbing off the excess pomade onto a towel he tossed into the hamper. “Let’s go meet up with everyone!”

Kengo and Gentaro left their apartment, walking hand in hand as they made the short trip up to their alma mater. They fortunately lived only a few minutes away- convenient when Gentaro would wake up late as often as he did- and soon, they came upon that bridge over the stream that lead up to campus.

The place where they had first met... the place where they reunited when Kengo returned to life... the place where they had their first kiss...

“This spot is pretty important to us, isn’t it?” Gentaro asked, suddenly stopping before they could cross it.

“...Yeah, it is.” Kengo admitted. “I don’t think any of us would be who we are today... if we hadn’t met here...”

Gentaro gave Kengo a bright smile before leaning forward to kiss him. Kengo grinned, happy that this time, no students were around to take photos of them smooching in broad daylight.

They drew away after a moment, then continued their way, soon arriving at AHS. The campus was mostly empty and quiet, save for the distant sounds of some of the sports clubs having their weekend practices. They entered the main building, and Gentaro lead them to the wing with all the club rooms- including the one he now served as the faculty adviser for.

“You guys are late!” Yuuki exclaimed from the hallway, where everyone was already waiting for them.

“No, we’re not, you guys are just early,” Kengo retorted back at him.

“Just get the door open already, these things are heavy!” groaned Shun, his arms laden with bento boxes wrapped in elegant furoshiki. Ryusei and JK also had their arms full of them, as well- a total of eight between the three of them, one for each of them.

“Alright, alright!” Gentaro laughed, fishing out his key to the club room.

The new KRC club room looked like an otaku’s dream, with Kamen Rider memorabilia lining the shelves, posters of Riders lining the walls. The KRC flag hung proudly in the front of the room, and under it was a large photo board tacked full of photographs, not only of the different incarnations of the KRC since its founding, but of them with the very heroes they celebrated- from the newest group in Touma and his friends, to Hongou Takeshi, Kamen Rider 1 himself. Traces of Gentaro’s students littered the room- a letterman jacket hanging off a chair, science books stacked on the table, sheet music buried under a pile of make-up.

However, what they had made a beeline for was an old, beat-up locker in a shadowed corner of the room. Kengo dialled in the combination and opened it, revealing the gateway to the KRC’s actual club room- the new and improved Rabbit Hutch.

Yuuki, ever excitable, ran ahead of her friends through the tunnel of light, reaching the door to the Rabbit Hutch before anyone. She let out a squeal of delight as she entered, leaving the door open for everyone else to follow after her.

“Wow... that never gets old, huh?” Tomoko gasped in awe as she entered, immediately catching sight of the window through which they could see their home planet.

“Yeah, it never does,” agreed JK, solemn for once, even as he struggled to put down the bento boxes that he was made to carry. “What are in these things, senpai? Why are they so heavy?”

Miu grinned. “Our food, of course. It’s a special occasion, so I decided it was well worth it to spend on only the best for all of us.”

“...Do we want to know how much one of these costs?” Ryusei asked, his eyes narrowed at his senpai.

“Yeah, don’t ask,” Shun laughed, shaking his head. “Just know that she had me drive all the way to Nikko just to get them.”

“And, of course... what’s a celebration without a little booze?” Miu added, somehow producing a bottle of champagne and glasses. She looked at Kengo. “Well, if it’s fine with Kengo, of course...”

Kengo rolled his eyes. “As if I could stop you even if I wanted to, Miu-senpai,” he replied. “Besides... I think we can let this one slide for today. It is a special occasion, after all.”

“Yup! Ten years! Me and Ryusei have been kicking butt for that long!” Gentaro exclaimed. “And it’s been so awesome to be friends with you guys for so long too!”

“Hmm. I guess it hasn’t been so bad, these ten years.” Ryusei smirked, wrapping an arm around his wife, who smiled up at him as she rubbed absently at her round belly.

“Let’s have a toast, shall we?” JK said, plucking the bottle out of Miu’s hands.

“Wait, wait!” Yuuki exclaimed, making everyone look at her in confusion. “We haven’t done it yet! We can’t start celebrating without doing it!” They continued to look at her in befuddlement, until Yuuki put her arms up over her head in a certain, familiar pose.

Everyone started laughing in realization. “...Oh, oops!” Miu exclaimed. “I can’t believe we forgot about it!” she laughed.

“Well... Gen, you know what to do.” Kengo smiled at his partner encouragingly.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Gentaro grinned, feeling his body do the pose automatically. “UCHUU....”

“UCHUU....”

“KITAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

#kamen rider fourze #kisaragi gentaro #utahoshi kengo #jojima yuuki #kaizou ‘jk’ jingu #nozama tomoko #daimonji shun #kazashiro miu #sakuta ryusei #otp: when your bf is cosmic energy in human form #otp: everyone in the club ships it #ask #askrikkaiandhyotei

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