This particular bunny kept nagging at me, so I just HAD to type it down. Somewhere.
A (belated) entry for the Kamen Rider Comment Fics Community on LiveJournal, Day 14
Disclaimer: If I owned Kamen Rider, I'd have an SHFiguart Cyclone Joker now.
The smell of blood was thick in the air. Corpses of allies and enemies alike lay motionless on the concrete ground of the abandoned warehouse, including those of fellow Kamen Rider Terui Ryu and Narumi Akiko. No matter where Shoutarou looked, they were surrounded from all sides by Masquerade Dopants. There was no chance to escape.
Shoutarou protectively held Philip close to him, willing to sacrifice himself to ensure the safety of the younger man. The W Driver, damaged beyond repair, lay nearby, still giving off the occasional spark. Fragments of shattered Gaia Memories peppered the floor.
"Detective. Give up the child or we will not hesitate to use deadly force."
As the Masquerade Dopants raised their guns to aim at Shoutarou, Philip tugged roughly on Shoutarou's sleeve. He held a syringe containing a colourless fluid to the detective with pleading eyes.
"Shoutarou. Please... kill me."
"Philip, why?"
Philip wiped a tear from Shoutarou's cheek with his blood-stained sleeve. "If I'm gone, they won't kill anyone else. They won't kill you."
Looking into Philip's hazel eyes, Shoutarou saw desperation and determination. He was even willing to forgo his own life to protect the life of others. Shoutarou took a deep breath. "All right."
With shaking hands, Shoutarou took the syringe and injected Philip with its deadly contents. His tears now flowed like a stream down his face without resistance. As Philip slowly lost consciousness, the Child of Fate reached into his torn parka and deposited a heavy package into Shoutarou's hands. With the last of his strength, he pulled Shoutarou's ear to his lips.
"Protect our city."
As the Masquerade Dopants scattered in confusion over the loss of their target, Shoutarou kneeled on the bloodied ground, staring at the syringe which had just taken the life of his destined partner in despair. After an indeterminable period of time, the lone detective drew his attention to the package Philip had entrusted to him. He slowly opened it, revealing a Lost Driver with the Skull Memory. A note written in Philip's distinctive scribbling read:
'Shoutarou:
This was retrieved from Begin's Night. Use it well.'
Shoutarou placed the Lost Driver on his waist, allowing it to strap firmly to him.
SKULL!
Shoutarou took one last breath before beginning his massacre. "HENSHIN!"
I feel guilty for killing off Philip like that, but it's satisfying and the plot bunny's finally gone =D
-Toa-