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FILL: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-28 01:55 am (UTC)Canon: Kamen Rider Geats
Words: 437
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Somehow, somewhere, the Desire Grand Prix starts again.
How, Neon can sort of deduce a clue. The future is vast, with endless possibilities and abilities. It should come to no surprise that somehow, somewhere, the world will fall to interference yet again.
At least this time, Tsumuri is dressed the same, she notes dryly, as she looks at the skyscraper in front of her.
“Your objective is to run to the finish line at the top of the building. Don’t hit any obstacles,” Tsumuri says.
“Of course there’s obstacles,” Neon hears, the dramatic but defeated tone of the speaker apparent.
She turns her head. To her left stands her most valued — and yet, most worrisome — opponent. Sara, ever the stars in her sky, has seemed to be dragged into this mess as well. While her hair is neatly straight against her shoulder, there is almost certainly a definite frown on her face.
Of course. Of course everything would go wrong, and Neon’s happiness in particular would get targeted.
“Yes, Sara- Sakurai Sara-sama,” Tsumuri says, “Be sure to move carefully, for there are hidden traps in the walls and the floor.”
This too is a robbed aspect of Neon’s happiness. The Desire Grand Prix had ended, damn it! No longer had she needed to fear the effects of some random strangers from the future; she had finally found the love of her life, gotten away with her parents, and built a family around the friendships she had made.
Tsumuri’s excessive formality, once torn down, only serves as a reminder.
“The loser of this round will be, unfortunately, eliminated.”
Neon’s time is short. She knows this all too well.
Her gaze continues to stay locked on Sara. Dear, sweet Sara — beloved Princess Charming, occasional camerawoman of Neon TV, and overall sunshine that a stray cat would gladly take naps in. Surely, the non-participating members of her friend group must have come up with some plan by now, to end this charade once again.
After a few stormy seconds, Sara finally looks at her.
“Good luck,” Neon says, internally chastising herself for the curt tone.
Sara, seemingly, pays no heed. Her eyes grow wide, and water laces her lash lines, quivering — fitting for her tone as she replies.
“We’ll beat them again, right, Neon?”
To this, Neon is uncertain. But she nods anyway.
“Right,” she says, “Please don’t die.”
“I won’t!” Sara responds.
Oh, Sara. How assured she sounds. How much of it, Neon wonders, is false bravado? And how much of it is the belief in the world — the belief that no matter what, the world will always set itself a happy ending sometime or another?
That they too can return to their happy ending, one way or another?
Tsumuri’s voice, grave as it is, is a correction; today can serve as a negative trajectory for Neon’s life, if everything gets worse.
“Game... start.”