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[Team 1] It's the heart that needs to be persuaded
I don't know where the hell this came from.
Araki Gouta = Fujigaya Taisuke in Kamen Teacher
Hayashi "Kunicchi" Kunihiko = Kitayama Hiromitsu in Kasuka na Kanojo
Down in the dark basements was where the secrets were hidden. Down in the dark basements was where certain people were kept, too. People, who should no longer roam free, whether it be on their own volition or on someone else’s.
Sacrifices had to be made when you were striving for an ideal. That’s what he had been told, had been taught, what had been ingrained into his brain.
Gouta nodded his thanks to the nurse who unlocked the door for him and let him into the single confinement room below one of the government institutions owned by the ministry of education. It was a place he knew well. A place he came to often.
“Kunicchi,” he smiled and addressed the lone figure sitting by the table in the room.
For a normal onlooker, the other didn’t seem like someone who deserved to be looked away like this at all. The male sitting by the table looked like any other regular male walking outside on the streets. Dark neatly cut hair, a slender but muscular build, maybe a bit on the short side. Someone who wouldn’t stick out of a crowd (literally).
Not someone who had almost murdered several classes of students.
“How are you today, senpai?” Gouta sat down on the chair on the other side of the table. He set down two cans with juice. “I know it’s not much but we always liked drinking this, no?”
The other had been trained alongside with him, initiated into the prototype of the Kamen Teacher program. He had excelled in everything, fighting, psychological warfare, everything. At first glance, one wouldn’t have expected it. The other was a friendly and outgoing personality, a little clumsy at times and with way over the top reactions. Once he put on the mask though, he turned into an entirely different person.
It had seemed dead set for him to be successful at this whole thing, this whole mission. A foolproof cover on one side and a flawless execution of the actual missions on the other. Gouta had learned a lot from the other. Kunicchi, as he called him, had taught him a lot about fighting, hiding your identity and also about teaching and being a teacher. The other had actually been a real teacher after all. It helped Gouta with his own assignments.
But in the end the severe split had broken the other. And his mind had been shattered beyond repair. It had happened during one of his assignments as well.
If it hadn’t been for the arrival of the police, several students would most likely have been beaten to death. They all got away with severe injuries and no recollection of what exactly had happened and who exactly had been responsible for the ‘massacre’. The police had assumed a brawl with another school, considering that the victims had been notorious delinquents themselves and their ‘delinquent honor’ forbade them to sell out their rivals to the police because it was against the rules.
Gouta had been the one to see the aftermath then. He’d seen the other come back with blood everywhere, gloves, jacket, hands, helmet. Almost everywhere. Thinking the other injured, Gouta had rushed over to ask whether the other was okay.
When Kunicchi had collapsed into his arms, the other had let out a bone chilling scream before curling up in a ball and sobbing.
“I can’t do this anymore,” a broken and quiet voice had whispered again and again. Then the body had been taken over by irregular bouts of shaking and twitching. Gouta called for help. The other had to be sedated before he calmed down enough to be taken away on a stretcher, cleaned up and examined.
The doctors had told Gouta afterwards that it was severe burnout syndrome. It can happen to all. You don’t notice it yourself. It can gradually develop into something of a manic state. You no longer know what you’re doing, you may black-out completely and even do things in that state that you will not remember afterwards. A bit like sleepwalking.
At first they were confident that they’d be able to help the other but it turned out that it was worse than they had thought.
Gouta’s friend and well, colleague so to speak, had developed multiple personality disorder. Four different personalities seemed to have manifested in the other. Gouta had gotten to know them all over the course of time.
There was “Kunicchi” the friendly and outgoing personality. He was sociable and liked to talk about this and that and he remembered all the good times he’d had with Gouta.
Then there was “Hayashi” the fighter. He would sometimes jump Gouta and start a fight randomly. He didn’t talk much. There only seemed to be combat and fighting on his mind. If he appeared, he needed to be stopped. Either by force or by sedation. Gouta regarded the fights with the other as training. If he could compete against “Hayashi” he’d be able to fight whoever it was who got in his way next. All the injuries he sustained in his fights here had helped him to build up a bit of a tolerance and faster healing.
The third personality was “Kunihiko”, who was a quiet individual. He was the one who suffered under “Hayashi”, immensely afraid of the other and what he was capable of. He was also the one who felt guilt for everything the other did, took responsibility for all actions. After “Hayashi” had beaten up Gouta and was close to delivering a finishing blow - the guards were struggling at the door, back then the room the other had been kept in hadn’t been very well watched and nobody had anticipated the need to intervene in something like this - it had been “Kunihiko” who had apologized to Gouta in tears after taking over the body again in the last second. He was the one who liked the fact that he’d been locked up and was being watched. According to him he and the others - “Hayashi in particular of course - should never be allowed outside and among other people again. They were too dangerous.
The last personality was a little different from the other three. “Ryoko” was a middle-aged woman, who knew about everything that was going on and reflected on it from an outside perspective. She wasn’t exactly carefree but she was calmer than the other three and a lot more emotionally stable. Sometimes she’d flirt with Gouta. At other times, she’d give him advice if he asked her for any.
Right now, the smile on the other’s face told Gouta that it was Kunicchi who was sitting there.
“Mango juice! Thanks, Gouta,” the other smiled and opened the can to drink some. “Mh, did you get this from the usual place?”
Gouta smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Oyassan says ‘hi Gouta’s friend’. I told him I was going to visit a good friend and wanted to take along the juice.”
“Seems like a nice fella,” Kunicchi smiled. “Good with motorcycles, too, if I remember correctly? Must be good for you to have someone to keep that thing of yours in shape. I think mine’s all broken and old by now.” He chuckled softly.
They continued to talk for a while but then Gouta noticed a shift in the other’s demeanor. The posture changed and the look in the other’s eyes. And then Gouta saw the elegant woman sitting in front of him, with short, wavy chestnut hair.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Araki-kun.”
“Ryoko-san,” he inclined his head. “Indeed. I’m afraid things got a little busy on my end.”
“Not just your job, wasn’t it? You must have gone to visit the grave, too.”
Gouta looked down and his expression turned a little bittersweet. “Along with his father and sister, yes. For the first time. I think his sister still hasn’t completely forgiven me. Well, I don’t blame her. I’m still amazed oyassan has just accepted me like that.”
“The idea is almost always a good one, the execution however is prone to errors and disasters,” Ryoko nodded. “He’s understood that much.” She looked over to a mirror then, “They’re worried about you, you know? The others.”
“Eh?” Gouta blinked.
“Kunicchi doesn’t show it of course but he keeps thinking about you and whether you’re alright and if anything happened to you. Kunihiko frets a lot about it and fears the worst and damns the whole program and he can’t believe more Kamen Teachers have been or are being trained and deployed after everything. And Hayashi...Hayashi is probably coming up with new combat strategies and moves to, well, teacher you,” she summarized.
“Tell everyone not to worry too much about me. I’ll be okay. And I’ll always come back here to visit. Even if it takes some time sometimes,” Gouta smiled.
Ryoko smiled at him. “It’s that that makes you different from them, they say.”
“What?” Gouta asked and blinked again in confusion.
“The reason why you haven’t ended up the same way we did is because you can still believe in the heart. You can change people by changing their hearts, by being able to reach out to them,” she explained. “They say we lost this ability. We can no longer touch people’s hearts. We can’t even understand our own anymore.”
Gouta fell silent at that and let those words sink in. Before he could come up with something to say, the nurse opened the door and told him that he was being summoned and was to go upstairs now.
“You’re a busy man, Araki-kun. Go on, don’t let him wait,” Ryoko smiled. Thank you for dropping by today. We’ll be looking forward to your next visit.”
Getting up and walking over to the door, Gouta then turned back once more, “I’ll come again soon. I’ll look forward to it, too.”
The reply this time didn’t come in words. Instead the other ‘saluted’ to him by making a fist and gently hit his own chest with it at the spot where the heart was. The gesture Gouta would use when he was in his Kamen Teacher form.
It’s the heart that needs to be persuaded.
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Araki Gouta = Fujigaya Taisuke in Kamen Teacher
Hayashi "Kunicchi" Kunihiko = Kitayama Hiromitsu in Kasuka na Kanojo
Down in the dark basements was where the secrets were hidden. Down in the dark basements was where certain people were kept, too. People, who should no longer roam free, whether it be on their own volition or on someone else’s.
Sacrifices had to be made when you were striving for an ideal. That’s what he had been told, had been taught, what had been ingrained into his brain.
Gouta nodded his thanks to the nurse who unlocked the door for him and let him into the single confinement room below one of the government institutions owned by the ministry of education. It was a place he knew well. A place he came to often.
“Kunicchi,” he smiled and addressed the lone figure sitting by the table in the room.
For a normal onlooker, the other didn’t seem like someone who deserved to be looked away like this at all. The male sitting by the table looked like any other regular male walking outside on the streets. Dark neatly cut hair, a slender but muscular build, maybe a bit on the short side. Someone who wouldn’t stick out of a crowd (literally).
Not someone who had almost murdered several classes of students.
“How are you today, senpai?” Gouta sat down on the chair on the other side of the table. He set down two cans with juice. “I know it’s not much but we always liked drinking this, no?”
The other had been trained alongside with him, initiated into the prototype of the Kamen Teacher program. He had excelled in everything, fighting, psychological warfare, everything. At first glance, one wouldn’t have expected it. The other was a friendly and outgoing personality, a little clumsy at times and with way over the top reactions. Once he put on the mask though, he turned into an entirely different person.
It had seemed dead set for him to be successful at this whole thing, this whole mission. A foolproof cover on one side and a flawless execution of the actual missions on the other. Gouta had learned a lot from the other. Kunicchi, as he called him, had taught him a lot about fighting, hiding your identity and also about teaching and being a teacher. The other had actually been a real teacher after all. It helped Gouta with his own assignments.
But in the end the severe split had broken the other. And his mind had been shattered beyond repair. It had happened during one of his assignments as well.
If it hadn’t been for the arrival of the police, several students would most likely have been beaten to death. They all got away with severe injuries and no recollection of what exactly had happened and who exactly had been responsible for the ‘massacre’. The police had assumed a brawl with another school, considering that the victims had been notorious delinquents themselves and their ‘delinquent honor’ forbade them to sell out their rivals to the police because it was against the rules.
Gouta had been the one to see the aftermath then. He’d seen the other come back with blood everywhere, gloves, jacket, hands, helmet. Almost everywhere. Thinking the other injured, Gouta had rushed over to ask whether the other was okay.
When Kunicchi had collapsed into his arms, the other had let out a bone chilling scream before curling up in a ball and sobbing.
“I can’t do this anymore,” a broken and quiet voice had whispered again and again. Then the body had been taken over by irregular bouts of shaking and twitching. Gouta called for help. The other had to be sedated before he calmed down enough to be taken away on a stretcher, cleaned up and examined.
The doctors had told Gouta afterwards that it was severe burnout syndrome. It can happen to all. You don’t notice it yourself. It can gradually develop into something of a manic state. You no longer know what you’re doing, you may black-out completely and even do things in that state that you will not remember afterwards. A bit like sleepwalking.
At first they were confident that they’d be able to help the other but it turned out that it was worse than they had thought.
Gouta’s friend and well, colleague so to speak, had developed multiple personality disorder. Four different personalities seemed to have manifested in the other. Gouta had gotten to know them all over the course of time.
There was “Kunicchi” the friendly and outgoing personality. He was sociable and liked to talk about this and that and he remembered all the good times he’d had with Gouta.
Then there was “Hayashi” the fighter. He would sometimes jump Gouta and start a fight randomly. He didn’t talk much. There only seemed to be combat and fighting on his mind. If he appeared, he needed to be stopped. Either by force or by sedation. Gouta regarded the fights with the other as training. If he could compete against “Hayashi” he’d be able to fight whoever it was who got in his way next. All the injuries he sustained in his fights here had helped him to build up a bit of a tolerance and faster healing.
The third personality was “Kunihiko”, who was a quiet individual. He was the one who suffered under “Hayashi”, immensely afraid of the other and what he was capable of. He was also the one who felt guilt for everything the other did, took responsibility for all actions. After “Hayashi” had beaten up Gouta and was close to delivering a finishing blow - the guards were struggling at the door, back then the room the other had been kept in hadn’t been very well watched and nobody had anticipated the need to intervene in something like this - it had been “Kunihiko” who had apologized to Gouta in tears after taking over the body again in the last second. He was the one who liked the fact that he’d been locked up and was being watched. According to him he and the others - “Hayashi in particular of course - should never be allowed outside and among other people again. They were too dangerous.
The last personality was a little different from the other three. “Ryoko” was a middle-aged woman, who knew about everything that was going on and reflected on it from an outside perspective. She wasn’t exactly carefree but she was calmer than the other three and a lot more emotionally stable. Sometimes she’d flirt with Gouta. At other times, she’d give him advice if he asked her for any.
Right now, the smile on the other’s face told Gouta that it was Kunicchi who was sitting there.
“Mango juice! Thanks, Gouta,” the other smiled and opened the can to drink some. “Mh, did you get this from the usual place?”
Gouta smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Oyassan says ‘hi Gouta’s friend’. I told him I was going to visit a good friend and wanted to take along the juice.”
“Seems like a nice fella,” Kunicchi smiled. “Good with motorcycles, too, if I remember correctly? Must be good for you to have someone to keep that thing of yours in shape. I think mine’s all broken and old by now.” He chuckled softly.
They continued to talk for a while but then Gouta noticed a shift in the other’s demeanor. The posture changed and the look in the other’s eyes. And then Gouta saw the elegant woman sitting in front of him, with short, wavy chestnut hair.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Araki-kun.”
“Ryoko-san,” he inclined his head. “Indeed. I’m afraid things got a little busy on my end.”
“Not just your job, wasn’t it? You must have gone to visit the grave, too.”
Gouta looked down and his expression turned a little bittersweet. “Along with his father and sister, yes. For the first time. I think his sister still hasn’t completely forgiven me. Well, I don’t blame her. I’m still amazed oyassan has just accepted me like that.”
“The idea is almost always a good one, the execution however is prone to errors and disasters,” Ryoko nodded. “He’s understood that much.” She looked over to a mirror then, “They’re worried about you, you know? The others.”
“Eh?” Gouta blinked.
“Kunicchi doesn’t show it of course but he keeps thinking about you and whether you’re alright and if anything happened to you. Kunihiko frets a lot about it and fears the worst and damns the whole program and he can’t believe more Kamen Teachers have been or are being trained and deployed after everything. And Hayashi...Hayashi is probably coming up with new combat strategies and moves to, well, teacher you,” she summarized.
“Tell everyone not to worry too much about me. I’ll be okay. And I’ll always come back here to visit. Even if it takes some time sometimes,” Gouta smiled.
Ryoko smiled at him. “It’s that that makes you different from them, they say.”
“What?” Gouta asked and blinked again in confusion.
“The reason why you haven’t ended up the same way we did is because you can still believe in the heart. You can change people by changing their hearts, by being able to reach out to them,” she explained. “They say we lost this ability. We can no longer touch people’s hearts. We can’t even understand our own anymore.”
Gouta fell silent at that and let those words sink in. Before he could come up with something to say, the nurse opened the door and told him that he was being summoned and was to go upstairs now.
“You’re a busy man, Araki-kun. Go on, don’t let him wait,” Ryoko smiled. Thank you for dropping by today. We’ll be looking forward to your next visit.”
Getting up and walking over to the door, Gouta then turned back once more, “I’ll come again soon. I’ll look forward to it, too.”
The reply this time didn’t come in words. Instead the other ‘saluted’ to him by making a fist and gently hit his own chest with it at the spot where the heart was. The gesture Gouta would use when he was in his Kamen Teacher form.
It’s the heart that needs to be persuaded.
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This was perfect. Kunihiko fits in this verse perfectly. And the mood was perfect, too. That's why I love the Kamen Teacher-story in general, it's not all happy ends.
Thanks for writing this ;~;
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I love this AU! I wish there was a series or something. But this sums up everything. Yet I want to know more lol