Kamen Rider Gotchard - Powder Room
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leetoltreatexTitle: Powder Room
Universe: Kamen Rider Gotchard
Treat(s): rinne/nayuta get a little too crazy in the bedroom over nayuta finding rinne Impossibly Cool and rinne gets a little weirded out (lol)
Character(s): Kudo Rinne, Mikazuki Nayuta
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: “Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Length: 1399 words
Author's Notes: Written forluckyzukky.
Powder Room
It was late and the space between them was impossibly close, the central heating of the old house rattling below and above her small excuse of a bedroom, the two of them sitting together on the bed beneath the sharp angle of the roof and the moisture crowding the glass of the skylight.
“Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Across from her, the girl stared at her with wide eyes, her long hair braided at the back and pushed back behind her ears, her smile so broad that it was almost uncomfortable. Rinne shrugged awkwardly, the sheer weight of the girl’s enthusiasm making her worry that in making friends with Nayuta she might have ended up with another lyrically inclined person on her hands.
“I’m not really that cool,” she said, her cheeks warm from the closeness of the other girl and her own embarrassment.
“You really are, Rinne!” Nayuta protested, edging closer on the bed, closing the distant between them further. “Since I met you, I’ve found out about so many new things! Alchemists! Kamen Riders! Detective agencies!”
Rinne smiled weakly.
“Lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my,” she offered.
Nayuta laughed loudly, reaching out and snatching at Rinne’s hand, taking it in both of hers.
“Oh, Rinne, you’re so funny!”
Her eyes remained as wide as ever.
Had they been drinking, Rinne wondered. Why did she feel so woozy? Was it the heat of the room, the cold of unlovable Kingsland Road beyond, the traffic swaying even late into the night, the movement of trains rattling the foundations of the old house with every passing.
Since they had met, since Natuya and several other girls like her had narrowly escaped becoming fodder for Kurono Sumire’s Cyborg Super Energy Converter, the other girl had been pushing the envelope in how much she could fit into the day, living life to the fullest, she supposed, all of which was fine save for the fact that Rinne, as the girl who had saved her, felt obliged to accompany her whenever she did so.
Before moving first to Greenwich, and then finally to Dalston, Rinne had not really thought much about the kind of student lifestyle the former West London polytechnic inclined itself towards. She had been allowed to drink from a young age in moderation, her father letting her sip wine from his chalice whether part of a ritual or not, but she had never drunk in social circumstances. In Japan, she would still be considered underage when it came to drinking, yet London had different laws and different ideas, and every night now she found herself accompanied by Natuya screaming excited words above the music in G-A-Y or Heaven, Dalston Superstore or the Coach and Horses.
“I wish I could be more like you, Rinne, you’re so brave.”
Gradually, she became aware once more of Natuya’s hands holding onto her. She looked up and found the other girl so close that it was impossible to look in another direction.
“You’re too close, Nayuta,” she murmured with embarrassment.
The girl sighed loudly, rolling her eyes.
“I admire you so much, Rinne, you know? I love everything about you.”
Rinne tried to look away but found she could not.
“I feel like you’re making too big a deal out of this.”
Nayuta’s smile only widened.
“Oh, I am, aren’t I? I mean you only saved my life, Rinne.”
She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to pull away. Natuya held her tight, and she was reminded uncomfortably of a fly in a spider’s web.
“The others helped,” she protested.
Nayuta shook her head emphatically.
“The others were there. You did all the hard work, Rinne.” How can someone’s smile be that wide, Rinne thought. “After all, it was Kamen Rider Majade with Girls Remix, right? You were the star of the show, the one in the limelight.”
She tried to retreat but because her room was so small and the bed had been wedged in so as to pretend that it was an adequate space for a human being to spend their hours, she instead found herself pushed into the corner between the slanted roof and the wall.
“I just wanted to do the right thing,” she murmured.
Nayuta sighed loudly.
“Oh, my gosh, can’t you see, Rinne? That’s what makes you so cool? I wish I was more like that!”
Something flickered in her eyes, something that made Rinne slightly afraid.
“Rinne, I wish sometimes I could crawl inside you and live as a part of you.”
The angle of the wall dug into her back.
“That’s kind of creepy, Nayuta,” she said weakly.
The girl’s eyes remained wide, glowing in the dark like those of a cat.
Had they done something, Rinne asked herself. Were they high? It had started as a party trick, something she had done to impress her housemates, but once word had got out that Rinne could magically turn icing sugar into cocaine, she had found herself with a lot more friends at university and with a little extra spending money.
As above, so below, she thought sadly, wondering what her father might have made of the way she now used her talents.
She felt one of Nayuta’s hand fall to her thigh, gently stroking her leg.
“I wish I could slip inside of you, Rinne.”
Rinne swallowed hard, her face burning with embarrassment.
“I wish I could be you, Rinne, I wish I could live inside you.”
She tried to swat Natuya’s hand away, but it returned instantly.
“You’re being weird,” she protested.
Natuya remained staring directly at her.
“I don’t mean to be, Rinne. I just want you to know how cool I think you are.”
Pushed up against the wall and the slanting roof, she squirmed.
“Why do you keep saying my name?”
“Because you’re famous, Rinne. You’re a star. I wish everyone could love you like I love you.”
Rinne shuddered.
“I definitely don’t want that.”
Abruptly, a sharp pain passed through her, and she felt Natuya’s nails digging into her leg, clawing at her tights.
“Stop that, it hurts!” she protested.
Natuya dug her nails in deeper.
“Rinne, Rinne, Rinne-chan. You must think yourself so important.”
A chill ran down her spine. Before her, Natuya’s face seemed to harden, her eyes seemed to darken.
“It disgusts me.”
From her throat, a child’s voice spoke.
The shape of the girl became indistinct, her physical presence shrinking as the nails dug deeper into Rinne’s thigh and around her the room seemed to melt away, the life she had been living dispelled like so much powder caught in the wind, thrown against the carpet, a trail of white on the coffee table.
Rinne felt her heartbeat quicken, her fear an animal awakening inside her.
The room she had known, the life she had lived were both gone, replaced with the ruin of a stately bedroom, the bedsheets covered in blood and torn to shreds, the furniture reduced to splinters.
In the corner of the room, Harima Shiori sobbed quietly, her right arm strung up above her head and pinned to the wall, the veins of her arm torn out and threaded into strands of silk to create a cobweb of magic about the room, a poisoned illusion born from catchula venom and knotted curses, blood drying to scabs on pale flesh.
On the dirty bed, leaning forward and gazing firmly at her, the goddess Atropos regarded her with disgust.
“I expected better of you, Rinne-chan,” she said coldly. “I wonder if there’s not a more exciting game we can play together.”
“It was a dream?” she whispered quietly, reaching up to touch her nose, her fingertips coming away red.
“A poorly written fable,” Atropos agreed.
She remembered Harima when they had put her under the influence of Neminemoon. She had never expected them to do something like that to her.
“You’ve much to learn about storytelling, Rinne,” Atropos said cooly. “Let’s try this again.”
Desperately, Rinne tried to pull back and away, but, to her surprise, she found the corner between the slanted roof and the wall at her back.
She frowned. Had they been drinking? Why did she feel so woozy? Was it the heat of the room?
“Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Across from her, Tsukumo Seina stared at her with wide eyes.
Universe: Kamen Rider Gotchard
Treat(s): rinne/nayuta get a little too crazy in the bedroom over nayuta finding rinne Impossibly Cool and rinne gets a little weirded out (lol)
Character(s): Kudo Rinne, Mikazuki Nayuta
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: “Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Length: 1399 words
Author's Notes: Written for
luckyzukky.Powder Room
It was late and the space between them was impossibly close, the central heating of the old house rattling below and above her small excuse of a bedroom, the two of them sitting together on the bed beneath the sharp angle of the roof and the moisture crowding the glass of the skylight.
“Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Across from her, the girl stared at her with wide eyes, her long hair braided at the back and pushed back behind her ears, her smile so broad that it was almost uncomfortable. Rinne shrugged awkwardly, the sheer weight of the girl’s enthusiasm making her worry that in making friends with Nayuta she might have ended up with another lyrically inclined person on her hands.
“I’m not really that cool,” she said, her cheeks warm from the closeness of the other girl and her own embarrassment.
“You really are, Rinne!” Nayuta protested, edging closer on the bed, closing the distant between them further. “Since I met you, I’ve found out about so many new things! Alchemists! Kamen Riders! Detective agencies!”
Rinne smiled weakly.
“Lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my,” she offered.
Nayuta laughed loudly, reaching out and snatching at Rinne’s hand, taking it in both of hers.
“Oh, Rinne, you’re so funny!”
Her eyes remained as wide as ever.
Had they been drinking, Rinne wondered. Why did she feel so woozy? Was it the heat of the room, the cold of unlovable Kingsland Road beyond, the traffic swaying even late into the night, the movement of trains rattling the foundations of the old house with every passing.
Since they had met, since Natuya and several other girls like her had narrowly escaped becoming fodder for Kurono Sumire’s Cyborg Super Energy Converter, the other girl had been pushing the envelope in how much she could fit into the day, living life to the fullest, she supposed, all of which was fine save for the fact that Rinne, as the girl who had saved her, felt obliged to accompany her whenever she did so.
Before moving first to Greenwich, and then finally to Dalston, Rinne had not really thought much about the kind of student lifestyle the former West London polytechnic inclined itself towards. She had been allowed to drink from a young age in moderation, her father letting her sip wine from his chalice whether part of a ritual or not, but she had never drunk in social circumstances. In Japan, she would still be considered underage when it came to drinking, yet London had different laws and different ideas, and every night now she found herself accompanied by Natuya screaming excited words above the music in G-A-Y or Heaven, Dalston Superstore or the Coach and Horses.
“I wish I could be more like you, Rinne, you’re so brave.”
Gradually, she became aware once more of Natuya’s hands holding onto her. She looked up and found the other girl so close that it was impossible to look in another direction.
“You’re too close, Nayuta,” she murmured with embarrassment.
The girl sighed loudly, rolling her eyes.
“I admire you so much, Rinne, you know? I love everything about you.”
Rinne tried to look away but found she could not.
“I feel like you’re making too big a deal out of this.”
Nayuta’s smile only widened.
“Oh, I am, aren’t I? I mean you only saved my life, Rinne.”
She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to pull away. Natuya held her tight, and she was reminded uncomfortably of a fly in a spider’s web.
“The others helped,” she protested.
Nayuta shook her head emphatically.
“The others were there. You did all the hard work, Rinne.” How can someone’s smile be that wide, Rinne thought. “After all, it was Kamen Rider Majade with Girls Remix, right? You were the star of the show, the one in the limelight.”
She tried to retreat but because her room was so small and the bed had been wedged in so as to pretend that it was an adequate space for a human being to spend their hours, she instead found herself pushed into the corner between the slanted roof and the wall.
“I just wanted to do the right thing,” she murmured.
Nayuta sighed loudly.
“Oh, my gosh, can’t you see, Rinne? That’s what makes you so cool? I wish I was more like that!”
Something flickered in her eyes, something that made Rinne slightly afraid.
“Rinne, I wish sometimes I could crawl inside you and live as a part of you.”
The angle of the wall dug into her back.
“That’s kind of creepy, Nayuta,” she said weakly.
The girl’s eyes remained wide, glowing in the dark like those of a cat.
Had they done something, Rinne asked herself. Were they high? It had started as a party trick, something she had done to impress her housemates, but once word had got out that Rinne could magically turn icing sugar into cocaine, she had found herself with a lot more friends at university and with a little extra spending money.
As above, so below, she thought sadly, wondering what her father might have made of the way she now used her talents.
She felt one of Nayuta’s hand fall to her thigh, gently stroking her leg.
“I wish I could slip inside of you, Rinne.”
Rinne swallowed hard, her face burning with embarrassment.
“I wish I could be you, Rinne, I wish I could live inside you.”
She tried to swat Natuya’s hand away, but it returned instantly.
“You’re being weird,” she protested.
Natuya remained staring directly at her.
“I don’t mean to be, Rinne. I just want you to know how cool I think you are.”
Pushed up against the wall and the slanting roof, she squirmed.
“Why do you keep saying my name?”
“Because you’re famous, Rinne. You’re a star. I wish everyone could love you like I love you.”
Rinne shuddered.
“I definitely don’t want that.”
Abruptly, a sharp pain passed through her, and she felt Natuya’s nails digging into her leg, clawing at her tights.
“Stop that, it hurts!” she protested.
Natuya dug her nails in deeper.
“Rinne, Rinne, Rinne-chan. You must think yourself so important.”
A chill ran down her spine. Before her, Natuya’s face seemed to harden, her eyes seemed to darken.
“It disgusts me.”
From her throat, a child’s voice spoke.
The shape of the girl became indistinct, her physical presence shrinking as the nails dug deeper into Rinne’s thigh and around her the room seemed to melt away, the life she had been living dispelled like so much powder caught in the wind, thrown against the carpet, a trail of white on the coffee table.
Rinne felt her heartbeat quicken, her fear an animal awakening inside her.
The room she had known, the life she had lived were both gone, replaced with the ruin of a stately bedroom, the bedsheets covered in blood and torn to shreds, the furniture reduced to splinters.
In the corner of the room, Harima Shiori sobbed quietly, her right arm strung up above her head and pinned to the wall, the veins of her arm torn out and threaded into strands of silk to create a cobweb of magic about the room, a poisoned illusion born from catchula venom and knotted curses, blood drying to scabs on pale flesh.
On the dirty bed, leaning forward and gazing firmly at her, the goddess Atropos regarded her with disgust.
“I expected better of you, Rinne-chan,” she said coldly. “I wonder if there’s not a more exciting game we can play together.”
“It was a dream?” she whispered quietly, reaching up to touch her nose, her fingertips coming away red.
“A poorly written fable,” Atropos agreed.
She remembered Harima when they had put her under the influence of Neminemoon. She had never expected them to do something like that to her.
“You’ve much to learn about storytelling, Rinne,” Atropos said cooly. “Let’s try this again.”
Desperately, Rinne tried to pull back and away, but, to her surprise, she found the corner between the slanted roof and the wall at her back.
She frowned. Had they been drinking? Why did she feel so woozy? Was it the heat of the room?
“Rinne, you’re so cool. I wish I was more like you.”
Across from her, Tsukumo Seina stared at her with wide eyes.
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Date: 2026-01-01 01:01 am (UTC)NAYUTA'S DIALOGUE IS SUCH A DELIGHT omg she's so unintentionally funny girl you're being creepy!!!!!!!!!
RINNE DEALS COKE I'M SCREAMING
AHHHHHHH THE TWIST AT THE END OMG T__T YOUR MIND... POOR SEINA AND SHIORI JUST SITTING THERE WITH HER ARM TORN APART LMAO
this is absolutely EVERYTHING courtney tysm T__T the twist had me going crazy!!! and i loved creepy nayuta and the way rinne got increasingly suspicious!!! and COKE DEALER RINNE IS SUCH A FUNNY CONCEPT LMAO
THANK YOU SO MUCH 💖💖💖