Kureshima Takatora X Akatsuki Touka
Fandom: Kamen Rider
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When Touka was taken to the Kureshima family all she had was her anger.
It was an honour, she was told. The Kureshima patriarch picked her of all the people. He picked her to be the maid at the house, to accompany his sons. The heirs of the Kureshima empire.
She should be grateful. Some kids were happy for her. She knew others hated her.
Most of them hated Kureshima Amagi the most, though.
She would lie awake in her bed in the Kureshima manor, thinking about all the ways she could have taken revenge on him. Kureshima Amagi was a proud man, and it would have been satisfying to make him lose everything. To make him realise what he did amounted to nothing, to feel a fraction of the despair the children in that prestigious program of his felt every day.
How would he feel if he were to find his precious heirs dead one day?
Oh, he wouldn't find him dead himself. But the servants would run around, letting him know in a panic.
He was so proud of the Kureshima name.
What would it be like, if he were to have nothing to show for it anymore? If his line would end with him?
She would think about it every night before falling asleep.
Until-
She didn't talk a lot with Mitsuzane. He was a withdrawn child, and younger than her, they didn't really have much to talk about. But he was not rude to her, he always treated her... almost kindly, even if he didn't quite know how to talk with others.
She shouldn't have had a lot to talk to Takatora either.
Young Master Takatora was her age and he actually... talked with her. He ate her horrible apple pie, and smiled at her.
For a few minutes, she'd be able to forget.
Just a bit.
She'd lie in bed, and think about Young Master Takatora- only to have his father's shadow creep over her thoughts, filling her chest with stones again.
No matter how kind Takatora was to her, he was still a Kureshima. He still had the same poisoned blood in his veins, the same filth followed him as his father.
The Kureshimas were rotten to the core.
Rotten fruits was something Kureshima Amagi liked to say a lot - rotten fruits spoil the whole bunch, and it was up to the Great Kureshima Family to pluck them out. The only other thing he liked to say more was noblesse oblige.
And yet it didn't occur to him that maybe the Kureshima family was the rotten fruit question.
Maybe Touka had to prove it to him.
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Touka was biding her time.
Don't rush, she told herself.
She couldn't rush this.
But the days, the weeks, the months, the years were dragging on so slowly an it was tortuous, and Touka's anger was festering in her heart, until-
Until it was time.
"I'll go after your sons next," Touka said, behind that mask that she got from the experiments, leaning over him. "The Kureshima line will end. Then I'll let all the news come out, and the entire name will be burnt to the ground. Nothing will remain of your legacy but ashes."
