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Apart from the Ocean part 13
Part 13 of "Apart from the Ocean".
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 13)
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estirose
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~1000
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC), Ramon
Warnings/Rating: 13+/PG-13
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Hands
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru. The universe that Aya slips into is from my "Boxed In" AU.
Aya was still disturbed a few days after her talk with Kuramae-san, but had so far managed to hide it. In the meantime, she'd been fitted with a bracelet that allowed her access to a few more areas, or would when she finished her current treatment. Her father, on the other hand, flitted from their corridor to where the rest of the endangereds were allowed to gather and back.
In the meantime, she was restricted to the same corridor, festooned with monitors. From what Dr. Hamagaki had told her, they were finetuning her system, making her body temperature drop, lowering her dependence on oxygen. She had started needing less oxygen than most humans at some point in her life, but the scientists and technicians were trying to get her body to need even less. Once that was good, they'd induce her body to grow gills and her lungs to work with the gills, making them dual purpose so that she could breathe both air and water. All of these changes were possible, Dr. Hamagaki had told her, because she had the genes and the basics to make it happen. She would have been a little less anxious and careful, however, if it wasn't entirely experimental.
The door chimed, and she called, "Come in." It wasn't her father; for one, he was a distance away from her, wherever he was allowed to roam.
Kuramae-san came in with an armful of books. Three, to be exact. She smiled, partly delighted that he'd brought the books and partly to hide the fact that she had been put off by his attitude that forcing parenthood on the unwilling Wolfen of her father's acquaintance was a good thing.
"I couldn't get my sister's hands off of her copies," he said as he put the books down on her table. "But here's the books she recommended on Merman culture. Now, one of them's actually on freshwater - that's lake - merman tribes, but my sister thought that it would be useful to you anyway. She says the other two are also good in general, but you'll get the most information about what you are from the freshwater volume. The other two have some interesting stories - I think you mentioned you were interested."
"Just because you're trying to establish a new Merman culture doesn't mean that everything should be thrown out," Aya said. "There are stories that I've read online that are quite beautiful and I'd like to pass on someday." Once she was free and she could gather her own tribe. "Stories about the beauty and glory of the ocean, mostly."
He smiled. "It figures you're drawn to that kind of thing."
She was drawn to the other tales that she had read, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He'd been quite correct when he'd pointed out that she'd judged her father's kind by her father, but was giving the species of her captors the benefit of the doubt. She was going to be railroaded one way or another into being a Merman, she might as well learn what she was supposed to be. Or, if the Fangaire had their way, what was to be wiped out and improved upon.
Her father came closer in her awareness, but she kept her attention on Kuramae-san and his books. "The Merman world isn't all death and destruction."
"No, it isn't," Kuramae-san said. "But it is going to have to grow out of some things, and sometimes it's best to start as new as possible. You're ideal; you're going to know where things went wrong, and you can make things right. And I trust you to keep the beauty there, too."
She smiled at that. "Someday, I hope to." Just maybe not as they had planned. And she didn't plan to live for centuries on end like the Fangaire wanted her to. But maybe her great-nieces and great-nephews would continue on for her.
Aya's door slid open, and she looked up briefly. Just her father. She couldn't sense anything else, just the only other Merman in the complex. But she still checked. "I'll leave you to your books," he said, smiling more. "Enjoy."
Her father sat down on her bed, despite the chair nearby. "Father," she said, "I can sense you halfway across Tokyo, you don't have to sit right next to me."
"I can't do that," her father admitted. "Hey! I wonder if you're a Okoi-hatsuoki?"
She shrugged. "Kuramae-san and the research team think so."
His smile brightened. "The new Clan's first one!" He frowned. "You're going to have to break up with your boyfriend, though, Okoi-hatsuoki don't have boyfriends."
"Boyfriends are a human concept," she pointed out.
He nodded rapidly. "Can you use him to get us out of here first, though?" he said, nodding in the direction of where Kuramae-san had gone.
"Father!" she exclaimed. Did he have no sense? Couldn't he figure out that they were being watched? "I can't do that to Kuramae-san. He doesn't deserve it." At least Kuramae-san would have a nice big shock when she used him to get out of there herself. As would most of the staff. Their good girl would surprise them when they least expected it. "Besides, I'm in the middle of medical treatment. I'd like to survive it, thanks."
She looked at her hands. She wondered if they'd become webbed. Probably not, the current project was aimed at getting her to breathe water, not swim better that way. And she'd best not give them any ideas. Theirs were experimental enough as it was.
"Becoming more Merman is good," her father said. "But it's the Fangaire. They're a bad influence."
She sighed, wanting to agree with him, but aware that she had to conform. She had to conform, to save herself, to be Aya again.
Even if that Aya wasn't human anymore.
Title: Apart from the Ocean (part 13)
Author:
estiroseFandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Words: ~1000
Characters: Shinoda Aya (OC), Kuramae Noboru (OC), Ramon
Warnings/Rating: 13+/PG-13
Prompt: Table 2, prompt: Hands
Summary: Aya has to live with the fact that monsters don't think like humans.
Author's Notes: I'm hoping to use as many of the 25 prompts as I can for one story, and am therefore designating parts as I go along. Any left over prompts will be used as snapshots on Aya's life. Since the characters are Japanese, I've used Japanese name order here. The universe itself belongs to Toei and TV-Asahi, as does the original version of Kuramae Noboru. The universe that Aya slips into is from my "Boxed In" AU.
Aya was still disturbed a few days after her talk with Kuramae-san, but had so far managed to hide it. In the meantime, she'd been fitted with a bracelet that allowed her access to a few more areas, or would when she finished her current treatment. Her father, on the other hand, flitted from their corridor to where the rest of the endangereds were allowed to gather and back.
In the meantime, she was restricted to the same corridor, festooned with monitors. From what Dr. Hamagaki had told her, they were finetuning her system, making her body temperature drop, lowering her dependence on oxygen. She had started needing less oxygen than most humans at some point in her life, but the scientists and technicians were trying to get her body to need even less. Once that was good, they'd induce her body to grow gills and her lungs to work with the gills, making them dual purpose so that she could breathe both air and water. All of these changes were possible, Dr. Hamagaki had told her, because she had the genes and the basics to make it happen. She would have been a little less anxious and careful, however, if it wasn't entirely experimental.
The door chimed, and she called, "Come in." It wasn't her father; for one, he was a distance away from her, wherever he was allowed to roam.
Kuramae-san came in with an armful of books. Three, to be exact. She smiled, partly delighted that he'd brought the books and partly to hide the fact that she had been put off by his attitude that forcing parenthood on the unwilling Wolfen of her father's acquaintance was a good thing.
"I couldn't get my sister's hands off of her copies," he said as he put the books down on her table. "But here's the books she recommended on Merman culture. Now, one of them's actually on freshwater - that's lake - merman tribes, but my sister thought that it would be useful to you anyway. She says the other two are also good in general, but you'll get the most information about what you are from the freshwater volume. The other two have some interesting stories - I think you mentioned you were interested."
"Just because you're trying to establish a new Merman culture doesn't mean that everything should be thrown out," Aya said. "There are stories that I've read online that are quite beautiful and I'd like to pass on someday." Once she was free and she could gather her own tribe. "Stories about the beauty and glory of the ocean, mostly."
He smiled. "It figures you're drawn to that kind of thing."
She was drawn to the other tales that she had read, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He'd been quite correct when he'd pointed out that she'd judged her father's kind by her father, but was giving the species of her captors the benefit of the doubt. She was going to be railroaded one way or another into being a Merman, she might as well learn what she was supposed to be. Or, if the Fangaire had their way, what was to be wiped out and improved upon.
Her father came closer in her awareness, but she kept her attention on Kuramae-san and his books. "The Merman world isn't all death and destruction."
"No, it isn't," Kuramae-san said. "But it is going to have to grow out of some things, and sometimes it's best to start as new as possible. You're ideal; you're going to know where things went wrong, and you can make things right. And I trust you to keep the beauty there, too."
She smiled at that. "Someday, I hope to." Just maybe not as they had planned. And she didn't plan to live for centuries on end like the Fangaire wanted her to. But maybe her great-nieces and great-nephews would continue on for her.
Aya's door slid open, and she looked up briefly. Just her father. She couldn't sense anything else, just the only other Merman in the complex. But she still checked. "I'll leave you to your books," he said, smiling more. "Enjoy."
Her father sat down on her bed, despite the chair nearby. "Father," she said, "I can sense you halfway across Tokyo, you don't have to sit right next to me."
"I can't do that," her father admitted. "Hey! I wonder if you're a Okoi-hatsuoki?"
She shrugged. "Kuramae-san and the research team think so."
His smile brightened. "The new Clan's first one!" He frowned. "You're going to have to break up with your boyfriend, though, Okoi-hatsuoki don't have boyfriends."
"Boyfriends are a human concept," she pointed out.
He nodded rapidly. "Can you use him to get us out of here first, though?" he said, nodding in the direction of where Kuramae-san had gone.
"Father!" she exclaimed. Did he have no sense? Couldn't he figure out that they were being watched? "I can't do that to Kuramae-san. He doesn't deserve it." At least Kuramae-san would have a nice big shock when she used him to get out of there herself. As would most of the staff. Their good girl would surprise them when they least expected it. "Besides, I'm in the middle of medical treatment. I'd like to survive it, thanks."
She looked at her hands. She wondered if they'd become webbed. Probably not, the current project was aimed at getting her to breathe water, not swim better that way. And she'd best not give them any ideas. Theirs were experimental enough as it was.
"Becoming more Merman is good," her father said. "But it's the Fangaire. They're a bad influence."
She sighed, wanting to agree with him, but aware that she had to conform. She had to conform, to save herself, to be Aya again.
Even if that Aya wasn't human anymore.