dinohouse | Entries tagged with character: liveman: misaki megumi

[set after Joe and Jou have come back home; for hugging, cuddling, weeping, eating, explaining, and general shenanigans]

snakewithbaggage

Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Suzu no rizumu ni hikari no wa ga mau
Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!
Suzu ga naru
Mori ni hayashi ni hibikinagara

Welcome to the Dinohouse Christmas "meme"! This is going to work a bit differently from most memes, but still free free to do what you want here!

The idea:
Following this post I will be making an assortment of Universe/Location "thread" comments. These will define the specific scene and universe being worked in. Comments by applicable characters will follow under that comment.

Example:
Mushverse; Shiba Mansion; open to Shinkengers

Comments following that would all be set in the Mushverse universe, be by any Shinkengers that want to participate, and take place at the Shiba Mansion Christmas party. Think of it sort of like every "top level" comment is its own post to the community.

Following that example, if your desired AU/Canon/etc isn't there, feel free to make a "thread" for it! Say there's already a Mushverse Go-busters "thread", and you want to do something in Aibouverse, or something more canon, maybe just between two characters? Make one!

Comments following the "thread" headings can be group setting free for all, or between individuals. Say it's a canon GokaiGalleon party, and Gai and Luka want to go off alone, or are on their way to the Galleon together? Their thread can be a separate second level comment thread beneath the main Canon Gokaiger thread.

I know that's a lot of information/qualifiers, but don't let it make you nervous to post, "rules" are fluid, and mainly set for added organization.

HAVE FUN. And enjoy the season!

gibken

It's too much.

It's too much to think about, all at once.

Waking up was painful, but lying here is nearly unbearable. Doctors have no idea what's wrong with me, police officers are growing steadily more frustrated that I can't explain where I was, what happened to me, or why.

I remember everything.

And it's too much.

I don't know when they're going to let me out of the hospital. I don't even know if I want to leave.

If I leave, I have to choose. Who I'm going to stand with. Who I'm going to stay with. Where I really belong.

And I'm not ready.

It's too much.

gibken

[OOC: This is a behind the scenes ficlet starring Enter (interpolate) and Joe (gibken), both belonging to me. Warnings for captivity, implied torture, and mind fuckery.]

Like crawling from the depths of his own mind, he clawed his way to the surface just to stick some small part of himself through into wakefulness. His physical body was stuck, frozen stiff, unresponsive. But he could hear. Two voices, bickering. He had the fleeting thought that it might be two of his brothers, the tone was the same as any one of their disagreements. But then the laugh, high pitched and sharp. No, that wasn't anyone in his family. Someone else's family, probably.

His tenuous grip on consciousness failed and he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.

( Many more words beneath here. )

yellowlion

I yawn, and turn the page. It's not that late, really. I shouldn't be tired. But the house is unusually quiet and I'm finding it incredibly hard to focus on these reports.

Oh, well. I sip my coffee, then pick up my red pen again and make myself concentrate.

yellowlion

I can't believe we've actually done it.

Megumi and Yuusuke figured out what was happening, before my head exploded. The science seems a little iffy, but hey, I built a giant lion mecha that's part of a joint transformation into a giant human mecha, I can't really criticise.

Basically there are two people trying to contact us from an alternate universe. Two people working off designs left behind by an alternate version of me, using my/his quantum signature. Their communicator was tuned into me, but because I didn't know what the hell was going on, because I didn't have anything for it to latch onto here, it just manifested as headaches and auditory hallucinations.

Two people we lost many years ago.

So the three of us worked on the communicator from this end, and now we're finally ready to turn it on and see if it works.

I'm leaning against Yuusuke just a little. I move forward, squeeze Megumi's hand, and press the button to turn it on. The viewscreen's blank. "Hello? Hello, can you hear me?"

tarosetera

Momotaros likes to frequent a dingy billiard bar that reeks of piss and long dried blood. And that's fine, for his nights, but on mine... well, I like to take Ryoutarou's body our for a fine time.

Sometimes it's simply to an expensive restaurant, all bells and whistles and frills. Sometimes I simply like to taste expensive food. Not as expensive as Sieg likes, no where near. Sieg tends to waste our entire combined allowance in one night just being waited on and fed. And while I do like being fed certain sensual food by lovely women, I much prefer to do it within poor Ryoutarou's budget.

I am digressing.

There is one bar I love to go to. A lot of women frequent it. I think it's the gentle atmosphere. Soft lighting and relaxing music, refined drinks and delicate foods. Not that women are all weak and delicate, even I don't think that. It's just that, most of them, after a hard day at work or a long day looking after their family, they like to unwind where the mood is smooth and then men are courteous. Some people may describe me as a predator, I think they're wrong. I am a lover. I love women. Their curves and soft places, their gentle hair and sweet voices.

I order my favorite here, a Mint Julep, luscious whiskey and biting mint. A favorite slow drink of mine. I settle at the bar for now, glancing around as women filter in.

And then I see her. The woman I met at the dinner Ryoutarou planned. She's a Liveman, blue I believe. Like me. I know enough to know she's strong and powerful. The head of her household, despite the two men she shares it with. But I sense new worries in the lines of her face, not that there are many, she wears her age elegantly. No grey in her hair, just the barest hint of faint lines at the corners of her eyes.

She's beautiful.

yellowlion

I rub my eyes tiredly, then go back to my marking at the kitchen table. But it's no good. The words keep going in and out of focus, and this is Gentarou's class; it's difficult enough to understand some of these test answers.

...damn, my head's starting to ache again.

catcameback

Since Gai started going to school, I've actually started attending most of my classes. I also spend some time in a tree in the courtyard, but it's the effort that counts.

Not today, though, despite all of my best intentions, all I can focus on as I walk past Genta's sushi-cart (all closed up tight, and I haven't seen him in days, which is kind of a shame because fish) is the tiny mewling squeaking sound somewhere behind one of the wheels.

Which turns out to be a new born kitten, all small and spindly and confused and it's eyes aren't even open yet, but when I reach my hand towards it it balls up against the warmth of my palm and closes it's tiny mouth around the end of my pinkie.

It's cold, it's way too cold and shivering and there's no other cats around anywhere and I don't know what to do.

No, wait. Yes, I do. It needs a mom. A mother will take care of it. Or any kind of parent. But there's no cats around.

But I have three. And they always know what to do.

I run the entire way back to the house with the little guy cupped protectively against my chest. It fits easily in one hand but I use both just to keep it a little warmer.

I throw myself in through my cat flap, skid and almost fall over (man, sometimes I miss the grace of my original body). "Someone! Anyone? Is anyone still home?"

gibken

[OOC: for post order, I was thinking something along the lines of Joe-Kazari-Gai-Jou-Megumi-Yuusuke-Katsumi-JK repeat. If that's okay. If it's not, or if I forgot someone, or whatever, just shout at me. :D]

As I usher JK to the table, I remind myself to write heartfelt thank you notes to Gai and Megumi for cooking. They really didn't have to, I would have figured something out, but Gai loves being in the kitchen and Megumi likes it when I'm smiling, so I figure that's why they did it. Still, I owe them majorly.

Adding one more person to the table doesn't make it overly crowded, but I made sure JK's chair is close enough to mine that our legs will touch when we're sitting. I can be crafty sometimes too.

First things first, though, as everyone else slowly gathers around the table.

"Right, okay. So, this is my family. Um, you know my dad Jou, from school, right? And this is my other dad, Yuusuke, and my mom Megumi. And you know Gai from the door, and Kazari from when I was sick? And maybe Katsumi from school. Yeah. Everyone, this is my boyfriend JK." I don't even stutter over the b-word this time, I deserve a medal.

northerntriangle

"...And you invited them over for dinner."

"Technically, Yuuto, he invited us, but I thought it would be best if we had them here instead."

I think my head is going to explode. I reach out quickly and smack Deneb's arm. "Don't put any god damn shiitake in the rice, Deneb, I'm serious."

"Because he wanted to meet both of us."

I close my eyes, cross my arms, and lean against the wall. How are we going to fit three extra people around the table, anyway?

"What are we supposed to tell them, anyway?"

"We could tell them the truth."

"Oh, that'll go over well."

I jump when the doorbell rings, followed by a stampede of literally inhuman proportions. It's not entirely unlike trying to raise five really big, really loud, really destructive kids. Some of them with horns and all of them with access to weapons.

"They're here."

"Oh no! Don't let the Taroses answer the door! Yuuto!"

Oh, hell, he's right.

"No shiitake!" I repeat as I dash out of the kitchen, barrel through all five bustling Imagin and throw my arms out in front of the door. "Go back to your rooms until you are called." I shout, and I'm surprised they actually listen to me. Or at least they retreat as far as the hallway.

I spin and open the door.

"Hi! Welcome to our home!" I'm going to kill Deneb.

bluedolphin

I wasn't expecting Gai to arrive this evening, so I'm still in a state of disarray when Yuusuke sends a poorly-worded and near indecipherable text message. I read it four times and then work out that they're bringing Gai home.

I send a reply pointing out that he could at least have given me some warning; then start work to double the dinner order and find somewhere for Gai to sleep.

yellowlion

I sit on the grass in our rear yard, legs crossed, and try to let myself sink into a meditative state. I don't do this very often. It's usually helpful, when I do.

I had the oddest feeling when I first met Joe, that I'd met him before. That this was meant to happen, in some way. Except he should've been wearing a blue leather jacket, and he was in tears, in my lab. Not a shy, troubled schoolkid convinced everything was his fault.

I pushed it aside as a stupid dream. When you have weird-ass dreams all the time anyway it's only too easy to assign meaning to them later.

But now? Now I'm beginning to wonder.

northerntriangle

captainmarvelous

I've had enough.

I waited. I waited for so long in space. Orbiting Earth. Alone. My only contact the increasingly more sparse, increasingly less detailed reports from Hakase. I'm tired of waiting, of doing nothing.

They don't belong down there. Not anymore. Hakase doesn't belong in a school pretending to be a student just so he can keep tabs on... on...

Joe.

"Joe." I kick an empty can as I walk down the sidewalk toward the house I've been watching for months, maybe longer. It's hard to keep track of time.

I've been watching Joe directly for less, yes, but long enough to know he... he's slipping. I can see it in his face, in the way he looks at others. In the way Hakase looks at him. He's starting to remember things. He might not understand the things he remembers, but he still remembers. And he needs to be pushed. This delicate coaxing, this faux supportive cheerleading, it has to stop. He's never going to get better if people keep coddling.

He cut his hair.

I strut up the steps toward the Liveman house - as well as I can these days, what with the old wound from my fight with Basco acting up randomly - and rap sharply on the door.

I have to keep calm. These people are former Sentai heroes. They'll know me. They should know Joe. They should at least be reasonable about the whole thing.

gibken

[ooc: sorry this is so long, omfg, Joe wanted to write a FIC apparently.]

As if my life wasn't considerably weird enough, it's actually be getting weirder. And not in a cute, sort of fuzzy cuddly weird way. More of a really bad weird way.

I had come to terms with the fact that Sempai died. I dealt with the fact that seeing it happen screwed me up pretty badly, and was probably the reason I had to be removed from my second-to-last foster home, the one from right before I met Don. I may not have gotten over it, but I managed to get to the point where I stopped thinking of it as my fault.

Still, it kind of throws me off a little, how much this new teacher, this Biyodo-sensei, looks just like Sid-sempai. Except older, obviously. And the hair. But other than that, he's an absolute spitting image. And I hate seeing him. The teacher is probably perfectly nice, but I got intentionally sick the day he took one of my classes. And I probably will again.

And then there's JK. Whatever is going on with JK. We kissed, yeah, but we were also in each other's bodies at the time. At least that got fixed, but we haven't really spoken much about it since then, and it hasn't happened again, and when would it happen anyway? Between Zodiarts, and Kijima, and this new group of people attacking the school who apparently have nothing to do with Zodiarts but that we still sort of feel obligated to chase off, the Club is kind of booked solid.

And there's Don, he's gotten weird too. After that freak illness of mine, and the freaky dreams that went with a drastic fever, he's been sort of... pussy-footing around, to put it mildly. Everything I say, I can tell he's analyzing, like he's looking for some deeper meaning. I can tell, because his eyes get all wide but he's quiet. I've known him long enough to know that.

Then there's the dreams themselves. Because getting rid of the fever didn't get rid of the dreams. Now I'm pretty sure the boy who keeps dying in my dreams isn't just someone I'm calling 'guy', I think it might actually be his name. And there's other people, aside from Don with a gun. A girl in pink, and another in yellow, both unfamiliar to me. And many flashes of red that are not in fact blood.

And as if that weren't enough, I keep seeing those same flashes of red out of the corners of my eyes, when I arrive at school in the morning, when I leave in the afternoon, when I accompany JK off campus for fact-finding missions. Flash of red, a long coat on a guy with an odd glower, and his frown is directed at me.

All told, I kind of think maybe I'm going insane. I'm feeling less than in control. I have to do something. Something impulsive, something that's entirely my choice.

Which is what finds me entering a hair salon, pocket money in hand, sitting down in one of those odd spinning chairs, and telling the very sweet girl, with my voice as steady as I can manage, "Cut it off."

She asks me three times if I'm sure, and my answer gets more confident each time. Then she carefully takes hold of the length of my ponytail, and shears it off just past the tie.

gibken

A normal kid would probably go to the infirmary after nearly passing out in class, and then wait around there while their parents were called, and get home that way.

I am not, nor have I ever been a normal kid, so it's with no small amount of idiocy (fueled by illness, that's my excuse) that I walk home after being sent to the infirmary. A hold over from being with parents that didn't care, or were too busy, or what, I'm not sure. But I do walk all the way home and stumble through the front door before toppling, almost passing out again.

This is entirely Ryuusei's fault, but then I can't really hold it against him.

yellowlion

[universe and timeframes are up to the respondent! e.g. Liveman canon, post Gokai, high school AU where he lives with Yuuske, Megumi, kids Joe & Katsumi and any of their friends who might like to visit.......]

~~[i.e. vague post is vague]~~