Akari as Kamen Rider Ghost AU
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estiroseThis is "It Is Impossible" with some commentfic attached.
The dirt didn't cling to Akari's clothes. Neither did the water, really. Both of these would have concerned her more if she'd been convinced they were real. She had never believed in the supernatural. And in fact, she wasn't completely convinced that everything that had happened to her was real.
It couldn't be real, could it? The old man had to have been a hallucination, the same with the ghost-like thing. Certainly Takeru's hand guard had disappeared - she still wasn't sure how - but Takeru seemed more relieved than anything that she was still alive. And she had to be alive, no matter what the hallucinations told her.
Yes, she'd fought monsters - suits like the one she had were kind of super-science, but they weren't impossible - but she was sure that they had existed before, too.
Now all she had to do was fight off the hallucinations, the ghost-like thing and the old man. Somehow, her mind was telling her through them that she only had 99 days to live, which was nonsense. She was a healthy young woman! Onari and Takeru kept telling her she was disappearing, but they had to be hysterical.
Of course, that hadn't stopped Onari from fretting, and Takeru too. They both believed all this nonsense. Onari was talking about what she would need to do to retrieve the fourteen other eyecons, and Takeru was paging through his book, frantically trying to figure out who the heroes might be that she had to find.
She was tempted to go home. It was probably better. After all, she couldn't live at the temple, even if Onari and Takeru wanted her to stay. She had work to do, and no matter what deadline her brain gave her, she would live past it.
Dusting off her skirt, she got up. "I'm going home now," she said, and before they could object, she was gone.
---
"Akari?" Takeru was looking at her - or around her, which made her sigh. She'd lost concentration again and faded out of the physical world, apparently. It would have been fascinating to do experiments on, if someone else was able to replicate that.
She pulled herself together, forcing her body back to the physical world. The Atashi Eyecon was sitting at the desk. She'd tried to take it apart when Takeru and Onari weren't in the room - they'd panic, for sure - but it had only caused a shock, followed by her being phased out for about half an hour. The old man had explained, when she had stomped through Takeru's supposedly-secret area, that she'd hurt her soul, and so it had to heal.
The fact that she was dead and that her actual soul was in something resembling an eyeball was a little bit hard to take. Takeru had convinced her to try to take her own pulse, and she had to admit after some trying that she indeed didn't have one. Which meant that the old man had to be telling at least some sort of truth. Which meant that she also listened to him and stopped trying to take apart her own Eyecon.
Takeru had set up a futon at one corner of the room, but she doubted she wanted to sleep there, even if Takeru and Onari didn't have problems with her living at the shrine. Just because she was one of the undead didn't mean she couldn't haunt her own apartment.
"I'm here," she said, remembering to reply after a moment.
"I'm sure I can help you form seals." He fiddled with the hand guard he always wore as a necklace. "Then we can get the other fourteen Eyecons you need to come back to life!"
She wasn't completely sure that it would happen, but she kept quiet, for him. Because he didn't need to give up hope, even if she would be gone in less than half a year. She liked him, she didn't want him to worry, even if he would.
---
"Takeru," Akari said patiently, though she wanted to rage at him, "I have a job. I need to pay for my apartment, even if I don't need to eat." True, she was dead, and she was going to have to fight these monsters period, but she had her own place, far enough away from the temple to give her some peace. Onari would drive her insane if she had to live with him. Takeru too, probably, no matter how much she liked him.
"Yes, but... you only have 96 days left! You have to find the Eyecons. You have to concentrate on that, not work."
She sometimes wished that he realized that she probably wasn't going to find the Eyecons she needed to come back to life. The only reason she was training with Takeru was because she needed to know how to fight and because she wanted his memories of her to be good.
Akari suddenly wondered if moving in wasn't a bad idea, after all. Yes, she'd have both Takeru and Onari on her case about finding Eyecons, but boxing everything up and giving up her apartment would make things easier when the time came.
Giving a sigh, she looked at Takeru. "You're right. I'm just still not used to this."
The smile was almost worth it. "We'll do everything to support you. You can train every day and we'll all search for the spirits needed for the Eyecons."
She wouldn't refuse to seal the spirits into Eyecons, she knew. Even if she didn't think she'd complete her task in time, seeing what had happened with some ordinary objects had convinced her that letting evil monsters use heroes as monsters wasn't a good thing.
Maybe she'd start on a paper while she was at it. After all, she wouldn't be alive to live as a laughingstock. If she could prove that ghosts existed, if someone could replicate it, then this whole thing might be worth it.
--
Onari was going to drive her crazy, for sure.
Akari had given in and moved to the secret room - which wasn't all that secret, thank you very much. Nor was it uninhabited, since the old man from the waterfall and the small thing with the bedsheet - okay, Yurusen, she supposed she should call the being by a name - liked to hang about and annoy her. Especially when she was making notes on her new abilities and trying to get good answers out of them. If somebody needed to replicate her experiments, they needed as much information as possible.
But she didn't need to sleep, so it wasn't the end of the world to just stay there and read. Her belongings were boxed up in one corner of the room, except for the furniture, which was arrayed about.
It was when Onari was up that was most annoying. Sure, she'd spar with Takeru all that Takeru wanted, and Takeru was a lot better at deciphering the old man than she was. But Onari was always nagging her about finding Eyecons, which wasn't easy. She and Takeru had managed to form an Eyecon out of his hand guard, and there was the Eyecon formed out of that light bulb, but Akari still wasn't sure how to get the rest of them.
Her day started as early as Onari got up. She was expected to come to breakfast even if she couldn't eat, just so that they could discuss what was going on that day. Mostly training, unless Onari's sign drew in someone that had a connection to something that could make an Eyecon. Which there hadn't been any yet.
Somehow, hiding in ghost form was better than having to deal with Onari. She really didn't want to strangle the monk, since Takeru liked him and she didn't want to hurt Takeru.
Of course, Takeru sadfaced whenever she disappeared on him, and he was awfully fond of picking up one of the new Eyecons so he could see her as a ghost. She dreaded the day where Onari figured out he could use them too.
Shaking her head, she glared at her paper. What more could she do?
The dirt didn't cling to Akari's clothes. Neither did the water, really. Both of these would have concerned her more if she'd been convinced they were real. She had never believed in the supernatural. And in fact, she wasn't completely convinced that everything that had happened to her was real.
It couldn't be real, could it? The old man had to have been a hallucination, the same with the ghost-like thing. Certainly Takeru's hand guard had disappeared - she still wasn't sure how - but Takeru seemed more relieved than anything that she was still alive. And she had to be alive, no matter what the hallucinations told her.
Yes, she'd fought monsters - suits like the one she had were kind of super-science, but they weren't impossible - but she was sure that they had existed before, too.
Now all she had to do was fight off the hallucinations, the ghost-like thing and the old man. Somehow, her mind was telling her through them that she only had 99 days to live, which was nonsense. She was a healthy young woman! Onari and Takeru kept telling her she was disappearing, but they had to be hysterical.
Of course, that hadn't stopped Onari from fretting, and Takeru too. They both believed all this nonsense. Onari was talking about what she would need to do to retrieve the fourteen other eyecons, and Takeru was paging through his book, frantically trying to figure out who the heroes might be that she had to find.
She was tempted to go home. It was probably better. After all, she couldn't live at the temple, even if Onari and Takeru wanted her to stay. She had work to do, and no matter what deadline her brain gave her, she would live past it.
Dusting off her skirt, she got up. "I'm going home now," she said, and before they could object, she was gone.
---
"Akari?" Takeru was looking at her - or around her, which made her sigh. She'd lost concentration again and faded out of the physical world, apparently. It would have been fascinating to do experiments on, if someone else was able to replicate that.
She pulled herself together, forcing her body back to the physical world. The Atashi Eyecon was sitting at the desk. She'd tried to take it apart when Takeru and Onari weren't in the room - they'd panic, for sure - but it had only caused a shock, followed by her being phased out for about half an hour. The old man had explained, when she had stomped through Takeru's supposedly-secret area, that she'd hurt her soul, and so it had to heal.
The fact that she was dead and that her actual soul was in something resembling an eyeball was a little bit hard to take. Takeru had convinced her to try to take her own pulse, and she had to admit after some trying that she indeed didn't have one. Which meant that the old man had to be telling at least some sort of truth. Which meant that she also listened to him and stopped trying to take apart her own Eyecon.
Takeru had set up a futon at one corner of the room, but she doubted she wanted to sleep there, even if Takeru and Onari didn't have problems with her living at the shrine. Just because she was one of the undead didn't mean she couldn't haunt her own apartment.
"I'm here," she said, remembering to reply after a moment.
"I'm sure I can help you form seals." He fiddled with the hand guard he always wore as a necklace. "Then we can get the other fourteen Eyecons you need to come back to life!"
She wasn't completely sure that it would happen, but she kept quiet, for him. Because he didn't need to give up hope, even if she would be gone in less than half a year. She liked him, she didn't want him to worry, even if he would.
---
"Takeru," Akari said patiently, though she wanted to rage at him, "I have a job. I need to pay for my apartment, even if I don't need to eat." True, she was dead, and she was going to have to fight these monsters period, but she had her own place, far enough away from the temple to give her some peace. Onari would drive her insane if she had to live with him. Takeru too, probably, no matter how much she liked him.
"Yes, but... you only have 96 days left! You have to find the Eyecons. You have to concentrate on that, not work."
She sometimes wished that he realized that she probably wasn't going to find the Eyecons she needed to come back to life. The only reason she was training with Takeru was because she needed to know how to fight and because she wanted his memories of her to be good.
Akari suddenly wondered if moving in wasn't a bad idea, after all. Yes, she'd have both Takeru and Onari on her case about finding Eyecons, but boxing everything up and giving up her apartment would make things easier when the time came.
Giving a sigh, she looked at Takeru. "You're right. I'm just still not used to this."
The smile was almost worth it. "We'll do everything to support you. You can train every day and we'll all search for the spirits needed for the Eyecons."
She wouldn't refuse to seal the spirits into Eyecons, she knew. Even if she didn't think she'd complete her task in time, seeing what had happened with some ordinary objects had convinced her that letting evil monsters use heroes as monsters wasn't a good thing.
Maybe she'd start on a paper while she was at it. After all, she wouldn't be alive to live as a laughingstock. If she could prove that ghosts existed, if someone could replicate it, then this whole thing might be worth it.
--
Onari was going to drive her crazy, for sure.
Akari had given in and moved to the secret room - which wasn't all that secret, thank you very much. Nor was it uninhabited, since the old man from the waterfall and the small thing with the bedsheet - okay, Yurusen, she supposed she should call the being by a name - liked to hang about and annoy her. Especially when she was making notes on her new abilities and trying to get good answers out of them. If somebody needed to replicate her experiments, they needed as much information as possible.
But she didn't need to sleep, so it wasn't the end of the world to just stay there and read. Her belongings were boxed up in one corner of the room, except for the furniture, which was arrayed about.
It was when Onari was up that was most annoying. Sure, she'd spar with Takeru all that Takeru wanted, and Takeru was a lot better at deciphering the old man than she was. But Onari was always nagging her about finding Eyecons, which wasn't easy. She and Takeru had managed to form an Eyecon out of his hand guard, and there was the Eyecon formed out of that light bulb, but Akari still wasn't sure how to get the rest of them.
Her day started as early as Onari got up. She was expected to come to breakfast even if she couldn't eat, just so that they could discuss what was going on that day. Mostly training, unless Onari's sign drew in someone that had a connection to something that could make an Eyecon. Which there hadn't been any yet.
Somehow, hiding in ghost form was better than having to deal with Onari. She really didn't want to strangle the monk, since Takeru liked him and she didn't want to hurt Takeru.
Of course, Takeru sadfaced whenever she disappeared on him, and he was awfully fond of picking up one of the new Eyecons so he could see her as a ghost. She dreaded the day where Onari figured out he could use them too.
Shaking her head, she glared at her paper. What more could she do?
