Life, college shits, and my granny's passing away. Good enough reason?

I WAS working on my Amazon Fim Fic, but again, life; I was about to finish the first part when my mother told me of granny (her mom) so the next day after she told me, me and my little sisters were in Semarang, Central Java. She said we be going back 7 days later. Must be some traditional thing, religious or local. I'm a terrible bastard for not knowing.

Anyways, as of this typing, I'm making this story during my time in Semarang. Since there's no internet connection in the house, I have to rely on my Blackberry's internet capabilities just to get some info for this fanfiction.

Kamen Rider Kuuga, the first Rider to appear in a long while since Ishinomori's passing, in my opinion, is the best of them all. Sure, ever since Ryuki and Kabuto to beyond, the Kamen Riders got lots of upgrade in their fights against evil. Even Hibiki, who is all traditional like, got help from an organization; even in the movie set in the Feudal Era. But Kuuga only had help from himself (especially Riku, the original Kuuga in the story) and the police. Godai also has 2000+ skills to back him up.

As I said before, this crossover fic will be a self insert, just like the ones with OOO and Chalice; the latter being told in first-person (Absolutely brilliant stories, read them!) But since I'm dealing with Kuuga, I may have to make it a bit more realistic; I mean, a nerdy 20-something year old slacker who is pretty much a hikikomori suddenly being thrust into the world of Pretty Cure to fight evil and survive? Do you think he would have the time to learn Japanese and make the Cures understand him? Will he even survive on his own?

But, obviously you don't want me to simply type the synopsis, right? Let's get on with the story!


Kamen Rider Kuuga: Rising Unto the Stars

Episode 1: Fate

Fate is a funny thing. I could've picked a college that could help making my dreams of becoming a novelist come true. Instead the one I picked had none to help me. Sure, the knowledge about the media, both journalism and public relations, are sort of useful. But they merely convince me that I do not belong there. Trial by fire, I suppose.

The year is 2013, few days after New Year's Day, I believe. Done told my parents that I want to quit that college, and so I did. Mom was disappointed that I didn't tell her sooner, but could anyone told their mother about the shit they've done and escape her naggings? I love her, I do, but like all kids, I found her nagging to be annoying. I told dad months before, and he was quite okay with it.

Now, I'm a dropout, just watching Youtube videos and writing fanfictions. While trying to write down my novel.

Whoops, forgot to mention who I am, did I? I am The Stranger; I know many things because someone hast to.

Okay, that was a load of bull. That's my internet name, quite fond of it, by the way. Real name is Rasyid Surataruna. I have three extra names between them, but I don't think you lot would bother to remember them.

I'm just a nerdy boy, who has the serious case of not giving a fuck.

You see, I'm so damn bored in this world, that I wished Allah would've just take my soul already and be done with it. But there's this one, stupidly persistent thing that keeps me going. No, it's not family; I love them but you know deaths in families are inevitable. No, neither are lovers or friends; I never have one in the former, and the ones in the latter are all away, busy fulfilling their future. I did hang out with them when The Hobbit was in theaters, and Sweet Merciful Allah, it was EPIC. Alas, we rarely have any contact.

No, what kept me going… is the many stories in fiction; be they anime, tokusatsu, games, novels, television, whatever.

Idiotic, is it not? What kept me going are all those nerdy stuff, and not something worthwhile. To me, knowing what happened in each of those stories are essential. I don't know why, but they just are to me. The history of Middle-Earth written in The Silmarillion, the upcoming Episodes VII-IX of Star Wars under Disney, new Dynasty Warriors games by Koei (sadly they've chosen the PS3 as the mother console now. Then again, all of their games were in the PS2, so it's sort of fair), what new Tokusatsu related things, and many others.

Speaking of Tokusatsu, I'm a big fan. Not just Kamen Riders, Super Sentai, and Ultra Series, aka The Big Three; I'm also a fan of the other ones, like Metal Heroes, Ishinomori's Heroes like Kikaider, Inazuman, K, Zubat, etc.

It's sad that only the Three are most known. Metal Heroes are famous again thanks to Gavan coming back in that Gokaiger movie, resulting in a sequel movie starring his successor (plus the ones for Sharivan and Shaider) and Kikaider and Inazuman only have their animated counterparts to be the well known one.

Oh, speaking of animanga (a term I usually use), I also enjoy them. But I'm more into the classics, such as Fist of the North Star, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Hayao Miyazaki's films, One Piece (since it's made since I was a wee lad, I do consider it a classic) and many others.

There is this one franchise of anime that I badly wanted to watch, but too damn lazy to do so. No more suspense; it's the Pretty Cure series.

Yes, I know, it's a girls show since they wear frilly dresses and are mahou shoujous, but unlike most, they beat their monsters with their bare hands; very toku-like.

I think I should blame Sailor Moon for making me like her kind of shows, but since I'm a Brony, maybe I shouldn't complain.

Yes, an Indonesian 20-something year old nerdy hikikomori Brony (possibly the only Brony of Indonesia, the ones I knew are my cousins, all girls. I need another guy); quite a combination, ain't it?

Where am I, you ask? At home, still living with my mother – like most 20+ nerdy males nowadays – but that's because I don't want to abandon her. My little sister is going to college soon, and my littlest would be all alone. Even though I said I have a serious case of not giving a fuck, that doesn't make me an apathetic monster who shuns his family away.

I can't even drive a car nor ride bikes, even though I want to, there just this something in me holding me back. It's damn annoying, being with this burden.

Of all this shit I brought, there's just one thing I'm proud of; my imagination. Seriously, I could think up all sorts of stories, my novel being one of them.

An immortal not-human who's the grandson of Adam and Eve tasked by God to record the history of humanity, and going on literally mad adventures since he got multiple personalities to keep him company throughout the eons? Crazy enough to work, I say.

A hypothetical crossover where Capcom's Warriors fights Toei's Tokusatsu heroes, including Ishinomori's heroes and one of the Precure teams? Still working on it, but like I said, crazy enough to work.

"Sanity is for the weak," as I always said, "If you wish to survive in this age, gave it a vacation and go wild." But never, ever let it go; otherwise, I wouldn't be here telling you all this, would I?

And another thing I'm proud of; my collection of action figures and video games.

Sure, took a LOT of convincing, but I managed to mooch dad money so I can buy them. But unlike those avid collectors, I only collect the ones that absolutely interest me. For games, I don't give jack to the sport games, RPGs are awesome, but most of them are too boring, but I like some of their stories though. Now, I just try my best to find old PS2 games, so far I got the entire .hack games for the PS2. Never played it, but one of these days…

As for figures, however, they're quite difficult; mostly because they're expensive. Especially the Japanese figures, like the SH Figuarts, Figma, Revoltech, Super Imaginative Chogokins, etc.

To me, they're all works of arts. Have you seen the older SIC figures? They're basically statues with articulations, but the amount of details the sculptor put… Marvelous!

So far, the only complete collection I have are the ones related to Kamen Rider Kuuga. Why him? Maybe because of his simplicity. The ones after Agito are cool and all, but so many damn merchandises… Also most of their stories are not quite on par with Kuuga's (then again, few are never on par with the originals) All Kuuga needs is a jolt of electricity to get stronger and balls-to-the-walls badassery in combat.

I've collected all of the Figuarts of Kuuga, including the Rising Forms, the Rising Ultimate Kuuga from Decade (I still find him to be ridiculously bulky. At least the Kiwami Tamashii version I own is more slender) and the Big Bad himself, N-Daguva-Zeba.

It was very good thing, Youtube somehow allowing many episodes of early Heisei Kamen Riders to be posted there, I don't know why, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say. I've done a marathon on Kuuga, and Good God, it was damn awesome. It may aired in Indonesia way back in 2000, but I kept missing some of the episodes. When they got to Daguva's parts… Damn, that guy's a fucking nutjob! According to TV Tropes, the reason he just laughed his ass off as Godai beat him senseless is because he WANTS Godai to fall to the dark side and became the Ultimate Darkness. But if you've been watching, you know he failed.

I do admit Daguva is a badass, but… I doubt Ra's Al-Ghul or Baron Zemo would want to associate with him. Red Skull and Darkseid? Maybe.

I picked up his figure on my cupboard, inspecting him for the hell of it. I positioned him next to my Ultimate Kuuga figure, and posed them so they would do their Cross Counter punches, their fists hitting each other's faces. I would love to photograph them doing cool or random poses, but I don't have the cash for a fancy camera, nor am I savvy enough to understand these new toys. Woe is me.

As I inspected the rest of my cupboard, filled with Kuuga's figures; from his SIC figures, to his bikes, Trychaser and Beatchaser, and even Gouram. I picked up the SIC Mighty Form Kuugas, both the original and the renewed one based on Decade's version.

"Hmm," I thought out loud, "The new Kuuga looks friendlier, while the original fiercer. This one's visors do emulate Yuusuke's kindly nature, while the old one has this warrior feel…" I continued to their armors, "New Kuuga's bright red, while old Kuuga is a bit crimson… Symbolic dried blood, perhaps?"

"The articulations of the new one is superior to the old one; but then again, they renewed it for a reason… they even gave the signature thumbs up hand for the new one." I looked at the hands lined up just like the ones I did to the other figures. "Perhaps the old Kuuga represents Riku, the original warrior in the story… But wait," I put the new Kuuga SIC down and picked the Rising Mighty SIC Kuuga, "since they made this… the fierce old Kuuga is both Riku and Godai. Either way works." Before putting the figures back into their places, I played with the old SIC Kuuga a bit, especially the face area; his mouth even moves! Guess this part is called The Crusher for a reason. Bless you, Ishinomori-san, for making pure awesomeness that is Kuuga before your passing.

In the end, I always prefer the old Kuuga as the superior figure. It looks more badass, anyway.

I looked at the analog clock on my desk, it reads 20:00 PM. My mother and sisters are away, girls' night out probably, and I'm home alone, as usual. Feeling bored, I dug into my clothing to find the one attire I'm fond of. And there it is; the black T-Shirt with a gold Kuuga symbol in the center. Just like the one Godai wore. I'm not into cosplaying (with this face of mine, no way I will look exactly like the character I cosplayed as. Then again, only the real passionate ones would do anything to make it so) but I changed my clothing into something similar to what Godai wore in the series; the denim jacket and jeans, and a pair of my favorite shoes; never bothered to remember the brand, but it's comfy enough and it's a running shoes. It's brownish with some black markings and white laces. Just in case I needed to run, if you're wondering.

To complete my "cosplay", I wore the Kamen Rider Kuuga belt; the normal one, not the Rising version. Being a total nerd that I am, I stood in front of a mirror in the living room, and did the Henshin Sequence. I put my hands between the Arcle; the big jewel thing in the middle, as if to summon it out of my body. I quickly put my left fist to the boxy thing on the belt's left side, and my right hand, thumb, index and middle finger straightened, with a distance between the thumb and index, while the ring and little finger folded. I slowly moved it to the right, just like how Ichigo did it, and I shouted, "Henshin!" I swished my right hand back onto my left fist, and as the belt's sound effects started, I swung both arms onto my thighs, just a few centimeters away from it; just like how Godai did it.

Man, it would've been embarrassing if my mom or sisters saw this, but they're used to my shenanigans. Good thing they're out. Just then, I heard thunder, rumbling in the night skies. "Rainy seasons. This country always has rainy seasons."

By the way, I usually speak English when I'm with myself, I could speak in Indonesian, but I'm more comfortable in English; even in my thoughts. Obviously, I do speak Indonesian with families and friends, most of their English aren't as good as I am. How unfortunate.

I walked back to my room to put the belt back in place, when I did… Something felt off. It wasn't the AC getting colder, I enjoyed the cold. No, it was… something. I shrugged it off, "Must be wandering spirits, so bored they even bothered me. Silly Djinns."

As a Muslim, my teachers told me that there are two realms; the living and the spiritual. The djinns lived in the latter, and are always with us. We can't see them, but they can see us. Good thing they don't understand us, otherwise, explaining why people jacking off to groups of naked people in the little rectangular box thing would be… troublesome. But I digress, never been good at preaching, anyway.

When I entered my room, the lightning flashed nearby, and the thunder was deafening. Good thing it didn't take out the electricity. "Damn, nature; you scary." I said out loud. Unfortunately, I just jinxed myself, and the powers went out, "Shit. Why the hell did I just jinx myself?" I walked towards my laptop on my bed, good thing I haven't turned it on. I proceeded to close it and put all the components into my laptop bag. Mouse and earphones included. This baby was a gift; the exterior is basically like a gun case. Good thing to have a technogeek as a friends; this thing is basically a fortress. In it, are files of my fanfictions, pictures of things I enjoy (does it include pictures of certain anime ladies in certain positions, you ask? Nice try), and videos of shows I kept, one of them being the entire episodes of Kuuga, including episode 46.5

When I sling it onto my back and was about to put the bag elsewhere, a sudden chill went into my spine. "Damned spirits; go bother someone else!" I cried, for I don't have time to be scared. Just then, I saw a sparks of electricity, just near the room's lamps above. It was… pink? I've seen electricity and lightning with multiple colors and variations in the internet… but a pink one? As a guy, I should instantly hate the fact pink lightning exist, but the scholar in me awakened and began questioning what the hell I just saw.

Suddenly, the sparks grew more intense, I tried to move back, but my legs weren't working, "Dammit, legs, move! Something bad is going to happen, and I command you to work already!" I cried out loud, but it was futile as the pink lightning turned larger, my body began to paralyze to this phenomenon I was seeing. "Is that… a wormhole?"

Sweet Merciful Allah, it is! I'm no scientist, but shouldn't this kind of thing only work in outer space? Damn, should've paid attention to those specials on NatGeo or Discov channel. Since moving my head is the only thing that I could do now, my only choice was to look into the abyss within the hole. And I saw… "Pretty Cures fighting bad guys montage? What is this, did someone read up the girly version of the Necronomicon and summoned a portal to their dimension? Where's my chainsaw and boomstick when I need one… Oh wait, the pansies that is our government are too much of a pussy to sell those things; the former only to the lumberjacks, and the latter in the black market. Damn, even if I own them, mom would freak out."

Talking to myself, even though it's a habit of mine, won't do any good now, since I suddenly feel lighter… I looked down, and I was floating. "Oh, dear… This doesn't look good." I struggled to get away from whatever kind of tractor beam the wormhole has, but it didn't work. I managed to spun around, and saw that my figures glowing pink. Specifically, my Kuuga figures; the old SIC Kuugas, that tiny SIC Rising Ultimate Kuuga, the Trychaser and Beatchaser bikes and Gouram, and finally Daguva's Figuarts. Before I questioned this absurdity, they flew into the wormhole one by one, "Oh, no you don't! I won't let you take my stuffs; nobody takes my stuffs!" I tried grabbing one of them, but they were too fast. That is, until I caught the SIC Growing Form Kuuga (I'm wealthy enough to buy more than one Kuuga figure, so I can pose all of Kuuga's forms in one cupboard. Thanks dad.) I gripped it as hard as I can, only for it to be dragging me into the wormhole. "Omigod, omigod, omigod~"


It happened so fast, one moment I was doing my usual nerdy thing, the next, God decided to let a wormhole to appear in my room. He better have a good explanation for this, but as you know, He works in mysterious ways…

Now, I'm in the wormhole, the breeze here was intense, it spun me around and around like a ragdoll. I held my laptop and the figure tightly. I closed my eyes, fearing something terrible would happen to me. Then I heard something hummed near my ears, I opened my eyes, and see my Kuuga figures surrounding me. I suddenly felt an intense heat around my waist; it was the belt! The heat intensified, and it burned me as the Arcle replica dug into my body. I screamed in pain, and having a belly full of fat might made it worse. The figures flew into my waist, and I could feel them digging into me. Why is this happening? Who was responsible? I would deck him or her in the face for this.

When I released the Growing Form Kuuga SIC due to the pain, it also flew into my waist. It was glowing brightly, and when it subsided, the area of my shirt that covered my waist was gone. Vaporized, just like how Godai's was in the first episode. Suddenly I realized something; "Wait… where's Daguva?"

Laughter.

It echoed within the walls of the wormhole, I looked around and saw nobody. Then, right in front of me, was the Daguva figure. I was even more surprised when it talked. It sounded vaguely Japanese, but then I remembered that it was speaking Grongi; which is also the name of the villains in the show.

"Dammit, if you want to talk, at least do it in a language I understand, you asshole." I said to the figure, I assumed that it really was the toy talking to me. I've seen so many crazy things on the internet, I promised myself to stop asking any oddities I may see in real life; for there are more absurd things than the ones I saw at the moment. Then, Daguva glowed for a moment, and he got bigger… He was now human sized. Upon closer inspection, those blings he has were real. I was even more convinced when he put his fingers on my chin. His fingers leathery, but warm. "I was saying that why the Arcle would choose a pathetic boy like you, and pondered if I should kill you now."

Daguva's black eyes were focused unto mine; he could feel the fear in them. "N-no way… You're fictional! How the hell did you become real?!" I asked him, I felt it was useless to ask a toy-turned-real monster, but just maybe…

"Ah, of course. I remember. I was a toy; a mere fictional character in your world, and yet here I am in the flesh. Do you think I care if I wasn't real? Wherever this portal taking us, I bet it would be more fun than the Japan of the show I was on. I wonder if I would be the sole player…" I began to realize what he was implying; he was talking about making another Gegeru; a game of the Grongis where they kill lots of people in different ways to create anarchic chaos upon the world, and proving that humanity is as worse as the Grongi. I gripped his hands, releasing his hold on my chin, "Bangsat!" I cursed in Indonesian, I think it translates into bastard in English, "As if I'm letting you do that!" Instinctively, I punched him in the face. I think I saw him staggering a bit.

Holy shit. I just punched one of the worse villains in tokusatsu history. In the face. And he's in his final form.

Daguva merely rubbed his cheeks, and laughed. "So, this one has a bite after all, but I think it needed more… strength." He pushed his palm into my chest, and the pain from it was… Good God, I've been hurt before, but I think it was equivalent of being rammed by a motorbike; not that it happened to me before. I coughed out blood, lots of them as I spun around. Then I feel myself getting hotter. I widened my eyes; that guy has pyrokinesis. He's going to roast me!

But the fire never engulfed me, as Daguva clenched his head in pain. His white skin turned dark red, almost flesh-like. The blings he has fallen off, with most of them intact and rusted. His mouth plate breaking apart, showing his teeth, filled with mostly sharp ones. His golden crown fell off, along with his helmet as it cracked opened, revealing his long black hair. His face behind that "mask" of his was shown, I couldn't tell if he was lion-like or wolf-like. This was his original form, shown in the first episode, and I think there's a clear illustrated picture of that version of him on the internet.

"Urgh… It seems you are fortunate, Linto. Not only you survive my attacks, whatever greater powers that brought us here had turned me into my weakened state…" Despite the pain, I talked back, "Just like… the beginning of the show; reset at level one, keep on surviving until we get our fullest strength." I tried to straightened myself, and continued, "Looks like… our fight will be just like in the final episode; you against Ultimate Kuuga. Man versus Monster."

He responded with a grin, "Boy, did you forget that Kuuga is also a Grongi? Unlike that Godai person, you are easily more perceptible to violence. You will fall into chaos."

Fuck! I remember now; that scientist girl who was Godai's friend discovered that Kuuga is somewhat a Grongi, prophesized into bringing Ultimate Darkness into the world. And he's right, I'm not Godai, I don't have 2000 plus skills to back me up, I don't have the smarts like him to do things…

"Maybe so, but my fate has not been written in stones," I looked into his eyes, adrenaline and determination erasing my doubts and fears, "Even if I'm not Godai Yuusuke, I will never succumb to my animalistic instinct for violence, and I will kick you ass into oblivion! Mark my words, N-Daguva-Zeba; in the name of love, justice, and humanity, you will fall by my hands!"

Hmm, did I really just say that?

Suddenly, the portal was shaking. It stabilized and it straightened out, becoming a tunnel, I saw a light at its end. "Seems we are almost at the other side," said Daguva. He walked towards the light, I tried to reach him, but I could neither walk nor move because of the pain. "I would like to see you try, Linto. Proof to me that you are as good, if not better, as that Godai person as the new Kuuga. I look forward to our inevitable battle… Rasyid."

The tunnel grew larger and brighter, and before I knew it I lost consciousness. I just hope when I woke up, he would be far away from me.


Unknown Location

I vaguely heard someone talking. Behind me felt like a bed. Thank God for that.

Do not move, assess the situation first. Listen before you act.

Terrific, now I'm hearing voices. I should panic, but as I said, seen weirder shit before. But, the voice had a point; I'm in unknown territory, and whoever picked me up could be a potential enemy. Hope those militaristic things I've seen in movies and those FPS games works here.

From the sound of it, there are four voices… Four girls, and I'm in the same room as them. They sounded cute- Dammit, me, no time for that! They were speaking in… Japanese? Oh great, I can't understand crap. Even though I was taught Japanese during my high school years, my brain decided to throw most of the data into the trash. Damn you, brain.

I took a peek with one of my eye, and these girls seem to be wearing bright cream colored sailor fukus. Then again, they do wear them in Japan, why am I not surprised? Anyway, I checked out their appearances despite the blurriness in my eyes; one pair is a brunette and a black haired one, the other pair includes a red/crimson haired and a somewhat bluish haired girl. Why do they look familiar?

I've assessed the situation, and now I must act. I decided to groan, attempting to get up. I felt bandages rubbing my chest area. The pain was still there, but I think I was given painkillers to null the pain. One of the girls, the long black haired one approached me, I barely understood her, but I heard her asking me being alright, I responded, "Watashi wa… daijobu desu." I told her I was alright, and I inhaled lots of air as I sat on the bed. The girl asked me further questions, but I held up my hands, "Nihongo… dewanai," No speak Japanese, I basically told her, "Eigo…desuka?" Anybody speaks English?

I rubbed my eyes, it was still blurry. Then I remember that I wasn't wearing my glasses. I tried to use my limited Japanese to ask, "Watashi no… megane…doko?" The black haired girl then gave me said object. "Here it is." Hmm, her English is quite good, I wonder why her voice is so high pitch? Then again, most girls have high pitched voices. But I digress. I looked into her hands, and inspected the spectacles. It was indeed my glasses. "Thank you," I said to the girl, as I rubbed the lenses on my shirt. Then I realized that I didn't have them on. The only thing I saw was the bandages and – Am I skinnier?! Are these abs?! How the hell did I have muscles, even though I'm a total fatass?! How-

The girl put her hands on mine as she saw me panicking. She must've thought I panicked because I was half-naked. "I'm… sorry. No choice. You hurt bad." I calmed myself, and replied with a smile, "It's okay. I understand." I then gave her the thumbs up with my right hand.

…That's weird; I rarely do the thumbs up thing, why did I give them that?

Anyways, I rubbed the lenses on the bed sheet, and put them back onto my face. As I look trough them, I froze. I saw these four before. Nay, I know who they are!

The brunette was Saki Hyuuga, also known as Cure Bloom and Bright. The one with the black hair was Mai Mishou, aka Cure Egret and Windy. The other two were the Kiryuu Sisters; Kaoru was the one with the long bluish hair, and Michiru was the red one. These two also respectively held the powers responsible of turning Saki and Mai into Cures Bright and Windy. I forget which held what. But the point is, I am talking with the Pretty Cures! Specifically the second team, Splash Star. These gals have fewer merchandises thanks for being too similar to their predecessors, and the Kiryuu twins – who are considered to be technically Pretty Cures by fans – are not Cures. How illogical of Toei.

"…Holy shit!" I cursed in English; I backed away from them, flabbergasted at whose presence I was with. Unable to conjure a proper sentence, I kept on babbling. The other three were confused at my behavior, only Mai tried to do something to calm me. "P-please! It's okay. We won't hurt you."

Before I could even nod, something painful came up around my waist area; could it be the Arcle acting up to their magic? I groaned, no screamed, in pain, for its intensity was great. I heard Mai saying something about calling her big brother or parents, I didn't care. All sounds were muffled. It was then I heard that voice again.

Young Linto, I have chosen you to become the new Kuuga. However, these four you see wields powerful magic. We both know what they are capable of, and that there are more of them; gain their trusts, and we shall vanquish the Grongi threat. I have searched your memories, and I too know what you knew; especially my nature and theirs. If these maidens of battle were to survive, you must help them, and in return, they would help you.

"Can't… tell them... Consequences…" I groaned, hopefully the girls weren't listening. I've done lots of reading, and as you know, most fictional characters are unable to handle the fact that they're actually fictional, and all their experiences, be they good or bad, are all for entertainment. And they would go crazy! How could I just tell them that they are? In fact, how am I gonna explain Kamen Rider Kuuga, whose premises and plot are all set in Japan? Oh wait, so do all tokusatsu shows. Why am I being a total maroon now?

I understand your concerns, but make haste with your decisions; each days wasted would make Daguva even stronger. Do you wish for him to ravage this world?

"N-no…never…"

Very well, but are you willing to give up your normal life, fighting to protect these Linto, who are not of your world?

"L-like Godai… I will protect… their smiles… no matter where… No other choice." as I said those words, I succumbed to the pain, and passed out, but not before hearing the voice's last words.

I see. Let us see how well you fare… Rasyid Surataruna; Kamen Rider Kuuga!


A/N: Now, all I have to do is to watch the entire Splash Star Season. Then I'm set.

This is it, my first story in a while, and a brand new one for 2013. Happy New Year, guys :D

As I said, I'm trying to make the story a bit realistic just like Kuuga, so don't expect much action, and when it's time to kick ass, it WILL be awesome.

About the Rising Forms, how do you think the SI me should get it? Like how Godai did or what?

And since Kuuga heavily involves the police… should I do so too in the story?

For the record, whenever I do Self-Inserts (this being my very first), I won't change much about the SI me, since I want it to make myself feel more "me" in it, know what I mean? The only key differences are his wealth and his life. Either it's so-so or changes into something else.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this story. If I fucked up somewhere, don't hesitate to point it out; I KNOW I still have much to learn. Your critiques shall be appreciated.