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"Wake him up!"

*SPLASH*

Feeling the water doused on his head, a teenage boy was slowly opening his eyes. However, he noticed that his vision was really blurry for some reason, and it was hard to make out what he was seeing in front of him. Not to mention that his head was basically switching between light and heavy.

Fortunately, and unfortunately for him, his vision lit up as he can see everything crystal clear. He appears to be in an underground room, with a door, security camera attached to a certain angle on the ceiling, and three men in suits. The one in front of him was actually giving a glare, that was literally saying he wants to beat him up for no apparent reason and swing his pride around.

"No dozing off." the leading man said, taking a first step in doing so.

Despite having no idea what's going on, the young man saw it, he attempted to make a move but soon realized that his hands were cuffed at the back of his hands. Why is he like this and more importantly, what did he do to deserve this?

"You still don't get it, do you?" the officer said, raising his foot. "Give it up!" He kicks the teen's the stomach, knocking him down to the cold hard floor and off his chair.

The young man coughed and gagged a little when he felt it. What the hell was his problem!?

"Come on, cooperate with us here." the man said, now stepping on the teen's head. From the sound of his voice, he was obviously enjoying beating him down. "Or what, do you want another shot you junkie?"

'…Shot…?' the teen thought, looking at the man with a hateful glare before drifting his eyes to a syringe…Wait, was he drugged? He can still feel some pain even before being put in this position, especially in his neck. So these guys were actually drugging him. But for what?

Despite the blurriness in his eyes going back and forward due to the drug's effect, in between he noticed the camera flashing red. Apparently, the thuggish man noticed the look in his eye.

"Huh? What about the camera? Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?" the man asked, crouching down and pulling the teen's hair rather hard.

"What do you mean…?" the teen asked, trying to speak up.

"You still haven't figured it out?" the man scoffed, but stood up while he not subtly held a sadistic grin. "There are no laws here that will protect criminals like you!" he declared, kicking the teenager hard in the gut. Clearly, this made him cough so hard his lungs may as well start going out from his throat.

Unaware to anyone though, the door opened up and closed, revealing another man. But he was wearing a black and red police jumpsuit, or a type of SWAT uniform, unlike the others.

While closing the door, the thuggish man noticed the guy in the jumpsuit, but he hardly paid any attention as he grabbed a clipboard from his "grunt" and looked at the list.

"Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons… Manslaughter too, huh? Talk about the works." the man said, fighting the urge to make a sadistic grin. "To think they were all led by a punk like this one here. And you seemed to be enjoying every second of it… Huh?"

'I was… Enjoying it…?' the teen thought. When he tried to remember it, his head suddenly felt like a baseball and now, everything's all hazy. Dammit, why can't he remember it?

The SWAT man clenched his fist, clearly not enjoying this and he knows where this is going.

"You should know your place, runt." the man said, then gestured his goons to uncuff him. Once they did so, the teen massaged his wrists from the tightness before being presented the clipboard.

"Sign here. It's a confession under your name."

Not wanting to do what he says, maybe out of reflex, the teen shoved it away.

"I see. I need your hand to sign this but… I don't care if you lose a leg!" the man actually stomped on the teen's knee.

"G-GAAAAH!"

Then, all of a sudden, the man in the SWAT uniform grabbed the thuggish man's arm from behind, put his palm underneath his elbow and actually flipped him.

"W-What!?"

"Are you stupid? What the hell is wrong with you…? Even if we did get the answers we needed, you can't put him behind bars now." he said, glaring at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the man asked, clearly upset that his fun was ruined.

"Criminal Procedure Code of Japan, Article 319. Testimonies and confessions gained through torture, or any kind of force and intimidation are useless as evidence." the man scolded.

"Aw come on Akamine, you know what crimes this punk did. Why should we-"

"What I'm saying is that you should go back to police academy or go to the countryside where there's less of this so-called "fun" for you. Besides, I've seen monkeys that are smarter than you."

After that insult, the man tried to run up with a damaged pride and short temper at this Akamine person.

"Bastard!"

However as soon as he was about to land a punch, the SWAT man actually twirled before hooking his arm onto the thuggish man's arm. Once grabbing onto his wrists, the SWAT man bent his arm backwards, making a crack sound before kicking his ankle to the ground.

"Look, I'm being a nice guy here. So let me and my friend do the work. Also, I suggest you me do the recommendation of transferring you to the countryside. Unless…" the SWAT man bent down with a glare, actually unnerving the man with a whisper, "You would rather have me show you what I can do to your eyes with those leftover drugs in your pocket…"

Feeling completely unnerved, and having his pride and ego more damaged, the man stayed silent as of this moment.

"Now get the hell out of my sight!" the SWAT man demanded, glaring at the three men. He was already upset that they were literally abusing the boy, so this was their last chance to leave this place completely before he gives them a beat down.

The three men grimaced as they wordlessly left the room, although one of them shot the duo a glare before leaving. Shortly after, there were male voices coming from the other side of the door. Most likely, it had to be the police detective and guard outside speaking with them. But that didn't matter at the moment, the SWAT man had to check and see if the kid was alright.

"Are you okay?" he asked the young man, to which he grunted in response. The SWAT man let out an inaudible growl, trying his best to contain his anger towards the so-called investigators from earlier. Aware of the men outside, he leans and whispers to the boy, "I'm really sorry you had go through that. If I had arrived sooner, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

The young man was confused by his actions, but he was thankful nonetheless. His memory was still a tad bit hazy though he can feel some of it starting to come back.

"Are you still with me?" the SWAT man asked. The teen had replied with a weak nod. "Good. But just to make sure, can you remember what your name is...?" Due to the drug abuse, he was afraid the teen had been injected to the point where he couldn't remember his own name. Thankfully, that wasn't the case…

"...Akira...Kurusu," he weakly replies.

Giving a nod, the SWAT man gives him the pen and clipboard he picked up earlier. As much as he wants to let Akira rest to regain his bearings, he unfortunately was on a time restraint. So after he signs, he can begin the interrogation properly.

The young man, Akira Kurusu, wordlessly takes the pen and clipboard beginning to sign it. As he did that, the SWAT man pulls out his phone to message his friends to bring some ice packs to help reduce the boy's swollen bruises.


Outside of the interrogation room, a woman in her twenties brisk through the hallway. Her long gray hair asymmetrically parts the right side, as it was decorated with dark hair clips above the ear. Her business suit is black with a turtleneck underneath, along with wearing a pair of earrings, and necklace with the section sign. Around her left shoulder is a black case.

She approaches the interrogation room door only to be stopped by the police detective and guard.

"Excuse me, but this area's off-"

"I'm Niijima from the Public Prosecutor's Office." she interjected.

"The Prosecutor's Office? What business do you have here?" he irritably asks, obviously not wanting her presence here.

"Just let me through; it's urgent. There's something I need to confirm with the suspect." Niijima said.

"Niijima-san, I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction. Besides..." the detective was about to say something before another detective walked in.

"Are you Prosecutor Sae Niijima?" the older detective asked, to which she replied with a nod. "There's a call from your director. Hurry and get it over with. To be frank, you're being an inconvenience."

The prosecutor, Sae Niijima, refrained from scowling lest she wants to make trouble for herself. She could let the unwanted attention go by as long as she can talk to the suspect. Her phone begins to vibrate, making her inwardly sigh in irritation, before taking it out and putting it against her ear.

From the other line, an older man's voice sighs obviously expecting this, 'I thought I ordered you to stand by.' It was the SIU Director.

"I'm responsible for this case, yet I'm not even being allowed an interrogation!?" she frowned.

'I'm calling because I knew you'd bring it up.'

"I will not be convinced unless I confirm it for myself. This is MY case." she told him.

Again, the SIU Direction sighs, "Good luck to you then. I won't be expecting much though…"

With that, she hangs up putting the phone back in her pocket.

"Ah, Prosecutor. I forgot to mention something important." the older detective said. "Your time will be cut short. We can't permit you to talk with him for long." Sae let out a defeated sigh, knowing something like this would happen. "It's for your own sake. His methods are unknown. After all, we don't even know if it's safe to simply meet and speak with him. Especially with a GSPO member in there with him, so a fight may breakout if he tries to do anything."

"What...? A member of the GSPO is in there with him?" she widened her eyes.

"Did you forget, Niijima-san? They were also working on this case, as well."

'Of course I knew that.' she narrowed her eyes, stealing a quick glance at the door. 'So he must be in there, too.' Looking back at the older detective she spoke, "...I understand."

With that, she turned on her heel, and walked towards the interrogation room door. The officer was kind enough to open the door for her, though he stood for a moment, as if asking whether or not he would have to accompany her, should things get hairy. Niijima, however, shook her head before stepping inside, and the door closed behind her.

The interrogation room was dimly lit, but well enough to illuminate most of the room. It was at least slightly bigger than a cell, with steel plated walls as to prevent any...unusual attempts of escape. Like most interrogation rooms, it had a table and two chairs, each on opposing sides, but this one had an extra table and chair in the back with a computer, meant for keeping track of the interrogation.

But that's not the only thing she recognizes, as she sees the GSPO member and the suspect.

The officer in question is a man in his twenties with a normal skin tone, having short spiky black hair with an ahoge. He has a SWAT jumpsuit uniform, from her point of view has GSPO highlighted and "Tactical Unit" on the back. His front has red outlines on the right of his torso from the shoulder to his waist, while the left has a gold shield badge with an S.

"Akamine…" Niijima said, getting his attention.

Akamine, the man, turned and acknowledged her, also showing his reddish-brown eyes.

"How is he?"

"See for yourself, gave him some ice packs." Akamine turned and presented the suspect in questioning.

As suspected, Akira Kurusu is a teenager. Heavily bruised, but still alive and conscious. He has wavy unkempt black hair and dark gray eyes. What he's wearing is a school uniform, which consists of a red-buttoned black blazer with an emblem on the pocket, a white turtleneck shirt with chevron detailing on the collar and red plaid trousers.

"I didn't expect it'd be you…" Niijima said, sounding surprised and solemed at how he turned out this way. She recognizes him but has never interacted with him very much.

"That's not all." Akamine growled silently, then presented her with one of the drug syringes that Akira's been forcefully injected with. "At this state, he may as well be close to going into a coma."

"Tch… those bastards." Niijima said with disdain.

Akamine couldn't agree more with her words by crushing it, then threw it to the wall before looking at Akira.

"Akira-kun, my friends are doing what they can to help us buy more time in this questioning. Almost anything can happen in here, so we need you to answer honestly for your sake." Akamine said gently, getting a nod from the teen. That was when he went to the table at the back and sat down, now prepared to record it.

"What was your objective?" Niijima began, wanting to be the first to question him. "Why did you cause such a major incident? I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn't assemble a case for prosecution."

"And the methods..." Akamine interjected. "Neither my team nor Niijima could figure out the method behind it." To this day, he was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that such a thing, or a place, could even be possible.

"Of course you couldn't." Akira spoke, his voice low and raspy trying his best to project himself.

"True." Niijima gave out a small chuckle. "There's no way I could be convinced such a..."world" just by reading the reports."

'...But we would. Except, we wouldn't have figured the out concept behind it.' Akamine thought. Shrugging his thoughts for the meantime, he looks at Akira seeing was cooperative. "Well, at least you're coherent." He continued, "Now then, Akira-kun, when and where did you find out about that world? How is it possible to steal a person's heart?"

"And also," Niijima spoke. "...tell us you're account from everything. Start from the very beginning."


Akira knew he needed to tell then what they wanted to know.

Unlike those guys from earlier, he can sense that these two can be trusted and are on the right side of the law. And as much as he wanted to tell them everything, his head was too hazy. That must mean...some parts of his own memory are missing. Either way, he needs to be strong and find a way to survive this ordeal.

As soon as that line of thought entered his head, a small miraculous glowing blue butterfly appeared out of nowhere. He curiously stares at it wondering how it got here. But then he heard a voice...

"...You are held captive." It was a female's voice. He didn't know where it was coming from, but something told him that whoever this was is an ally or something like that to him. "A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance." the voice continued. "This is truly an unjust game... Your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you..."

'A possibility, huh...' Akira thought.

"...I beg you. Please overcome this game...and save the world..."

'The world?' questioned Akira. What did the world have anything to do with this?

"The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds-the truth that you and your friends grasped. It all began that day...when the game was started half a year ago... For the sake of your world's future, as well as your own, you must remember…"

Akira watches the butterfly flying by his head as it disappears.


(The Past Year)

The casino.

It is a battleground for those who enjoy taking risks for the thrills, and where fools are only in it because they are desperate. For those who are lucky, will receive the change to improve themselves in their lives, but as for those who aren't so fortunate will pay the price. The most dedicated practice that skill, through the games that are the most difficult through the gambling hall.

Ergo, gambling is a skill through risk, intuition, and luck. Even when rigged.

Such as the current game that is being witnessed, between a man in a dark grey suit against a fat man with a mustache and bodyguards. With the latter winning multiple times at a game a roulette.

"I'm all in! Red pocket!" the man who is losing placed the last of his chips on the table.

The fat man laughed as he gave the signal to the employee who rolled the ball.

The first man had a tense look on his face as the ball began rolling while the fat man simply smirked, as a faint green squarish light appeared on his chest. Momentarily, the ball faintly glowed before landing on green ∞ pocket. That caused the losing man to have a shocked expression mixed with despair as he got on his knees.

"Now then… We'll need you to pay your bill." the fat man laughed at his losing opponent.

"I don't have any money…" the man whimpered.

"No choice then." the fat man snapped his fingers to his men. "Take him!"

Before the losing man could be taken, someone stepped up and slapped their chips on the table.

The person in question has black hair that's neatly combed, wearing a nice suit with a red dress shirt, and a red masquerade mask.

"I'm betting on any number that resembles a zero on it." the newcomer said as he sat down.

"Zero?" the fat man said while rubbing his mustache. "What are you talking about?"

"It's my first time here, but I can tell that you're always up for a challenge. If so, you wouldn't mind bending the rules here in this case. Such as the playing opponent asking what number or what kind it is, which in the end is only a higher risk." the black haired newcomer said.

"Higher risk…?" the fat man asked, only to have his smile grown at the mention of it. This would be interesting, and it would only raise his reputation even more. "Deal! But what would you be betting in return?"

"A kidney. If not, then more than that. It's your choice."

The fat man laughed as he gave his employee in charge of the ball the signal, "Very well!"

The employee nodded as she rolled the ball and spun the roulette. The atmosphere became tense as everyone in here watched the ball going along with the roulette, but then the man intervened by making his chest glow again. The ball did so too, then once again landed in the green pocket.

"I wo-"

"I win." the newcomer said, causing some confusion.

"What?" the fat man rose his eyebrow.

"Check for yourself. What does the number on the green pocket look like?" the newcomer said, pointing at the number. "True, the actual number is infinity, but how is it made visually? Sixty-six zeroes and two zeroes, like an eight if you put it sideways. If you recall, I specifically betted on anything that has a resembling zero on it; Ergo, I win. Besides, it's strange how you were constantly getting green, so it wouldn't be strange if you were the one that's cheating in the first place."

"Therefore, I made my own luck."

The fat man began to get angry and looked at the newcomer with a scowl.

"Bastard! Who are you!?"

As soon as the thugs around him were about to close in, the newcomer smirked as he grabbed a deck of cards and a lighter. Then, he lit 'em on fire before tossing every card, making them fly. Obviously in panic, the crowd backed out or ran away in fright, while it only pushed the fat owner to the ground.

The newcomer then brought out a new card with two fingers, "Here's my card."

At the moment the fat man got up, the newcomer flung the card and as it hit its' skin, the man actually inflated like a freaking balloon of all things before popping. It revealed a monster that appears to be based off of a fat yellow frog, with his tongue long and sticking out, with same colored sash things around his chest. And most of all, there's a safe on his stomach.

"GERO GERO!" the monster yelled.

"Nice to meet ya, Ganglar-san." the newcomer said in a not-so-sincere tone. "I'm taking what's in your safe now." he said, pointing at the… uh, tummy safe.

"Now I see what you are! But too bad, no one can open this safe accept me!" the monster, called a Ganglar, said proudly.

"Would you care to bet on that little 'fact'?" the newcomer, Akira, mockingly said knowing that safe will be open by his hand. The Ganglar obviously had no say in the matter, since his victory is already assured.

"Don't screw with me...!" the Ganglar, Ruretta Gerou, growled.

Hid bodyguards then transformed into humanoid creatures that wore blue boots, torso armor, and caps. They also wore red ties and gloves, and their faces are skull-like except they have a single yellow eye. These are the Porderman.

"Get him!"

Following their command, the Poderman charged at Akira who only grinned in excitement. The few that charged at him swung their blades while the others in the back took aim and fired. Akira wasn't concerned as he easily dodged the attacks performing impressive acrobatic feats. He then pulls out a white gun that has red, orange, and black decorations with a handle grip.

Firing at the Poderman, Akira charges at them as a few had managed to avoid getting shot and swung their blades at him. The young man used his gun to block each of their attacks, knocking their arms back, and then fires at them as they fell onto the floor. Shifting his focus to the ones in the far back Akira quickly dashed toward them as they fired at him, only with their efforts proving fruitless as he jumps over them taking aim.

After firing at the Poderman group beneath him they exploded once he landed. With a satisfactory smirk, he turns to face Ruretta Gerou who tightened his fists in anger.

"...Why don't you hurry up and call the ones outside? They are keeping watch, aren't they?" Akira challenged.

"Come out!" the Ganglar yelled as more Poderman came out the doors.

"Called it." Akira snickered. "Although...there aren't that many of them. Oh well, guess I'll have to finish this quickly." He shoots at the few remaining Podermen with them returning the gesture. The exchange of blasts ended when Akira jumped and wrapped his legs around a nearby Poderman's neck, grabbed said neck forcing it to take a hold of his body while spinning around.

As he spun around, Akira fired at the other Podermen shooting them down. Once that was done he placed his feet back on the ground and then flipped the Ganglar grunt over his shoulder slamming it down.

Ruretta furiously growled in anger as he tried to blast him with energy balls, but Akira reacted by jumping toward a nearby table with darts. Evading the blasts he grabs the darts then throws them at Ruretta temporarily blinding him. That brief moment was all he needed to get close to the Ganglar, as he takes out a red military aircraft-like toy placing it on the safe.

2-0-7!

"What!?" exclaimed Ruretta.

Akira opens the safe and pulls out a cube before kicking the Ganglar away. As more of the remaining Podermen appeared, Akira observes the cube before playfully tossing it in the air.

"So you've been using this to manipulate the probability of the game. Well, either way, I've taken your Collection Piece." the teen said as he twirled it.

"Grr…! You think you can steal my treasure and expect to get away with it!?" Ruretta growled as his grunts helped him up.

"Yes…But I wouldn't say steal, though I can't deny it, and I am proud of it. Besides, you guys stole it in the first place. What? Thought you'd be a stinking rich frog tree with this? You're better off being a simple tadpole." Akira mocked the Ganglar even further.

"A tadpole!?" the frog monster exclaimed in shock, only fueling himself with more anger. "You must have balls, you little thief!"

"Maybe."

"But if you mess with the Ganglars, you're not gonna make it out of here alive!" Ruretta shouted as he summoned more purple energy balls and threw them as hard as he can. Instead of moving out of the way, Akira welcomed it for some reason as soon as he moved his gun and toy plane devices.

*BOOM!*

An explosion occurred, breaking the wall and sending all of the money and cards flying in the air.

"Alright!" Ruretta cheered before high fiving with his grunts. "I got him boys! I-"

"Are you sure about that?"

Surprised, the Ganglar turned around as the smoke was clearing to see Akira in a new getup, and having his foot on a fallen chair.

He wore a black helmet with a red top-hat shaped visor and silver mouthpiece. He has a red cape with black shoulders and a high collar. The torso shows a red long sleeved jacket pattern with a black gap, and his arms are red equipped with red bracers and red gloves. His bottom half is black with a belt pattern around the waist, complete with a silver square-shaped buckle, and black on the legs resembling pants, with black boots and leg bracers.

Lastly, in his hand is the same gun, with the barrel is shifted to resemble a launchpad for a plane, as the toy auxiliary plane is attached to it.

"W-What!?" Ruretta gasped in shock.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the thief that everyone is talking about, also known as…"

*SNAP!*

"Lupin Red!" he announced as he held his gun upward in front of his face.

Lupin Red smirked underneath his helmet as he twirled his gun.

"It's Show Time!"

Ruretta and the Poderman fired at Lupin Red, who swiftly evaded the blasts, firing red energy bullets back at them. The shots had hit all of the Ganglars with each of them falling down. But the leader, Ruretta, stood back up and pulls out what looks like frog spawns.

"Die!" he shouted, throwing the spawns at Lupin Red.

Knowing this would be bad, Lupin Red managed to put some distance between himself and the frog-like spawns while shooting them. Thankfully, he had landed behind a table using it for cover. And in in the nick of time too, because they immediately exploded causing some expected property damage. Welp, that's for the owners of this place to clean up.

"Find him! Make sure he's dead!" Ruretta commanded as the Poderman ventured into the smoke screen.

That was a bad move.

As soon as they entered, multiple blasts teared through randomly hitting every direction. Ruretta panically screamed as he managed to avoid some of the random shots aimed at him. Looking at the smoke with anticipation, the Ganglar saw that it was finally clearing up and lo and behold; there stood Lupin Red carrying a red long sword in his right hand, with a black handle near the tip, and a circular closed hook beneath the hilt.

Behind him were the Poderman still as statues until they exploded. Lupin Red let out a soft chuckle while twirling his sword around before lightly placing it on his shoulder.

"Well, that took 'bout...what, eight seconds?" he playfully says.

"Y-You cocky little…! Take this!" Ruretta attempts to hit the red thief by using his tongue.

Lupin Red charges at the Ganglar while evading the tongue and closes the gap. He swung his sword three times at his opponent, making him cry in pain and falls to the ground, then he points his gun at him again. Holding the trigger, the gun's barrel begins to quickly builds up red energy…

"Forevermore…" Lupin Red releases the trigger then presses it again. A beam of red energy shoots out of the barrel hitting the Ganglar, as he explodes upon contact. "Adieu."

With that done, the thief in red was about to undo his transformation and get on out of here. However…

"FREEZE!"

He sighed in amusement, then turned around to see three police officers wearing SWAT jumpsuits with three different colors with guns pointed at him. In the lead, was actually Akamine with his gun carefully aimed at him. He was also holding up his ID/badge, though the teenage thief can make out that his name is Takayuki Akamine.

"You…" Takayuki growled a bit.

"Oh no, the police are here. Whatever shall I do?" Lupin Red asked sarcastically, playfully holding up his hands.

"Well for starters, you can put your weapon down and come quietly for questioning! Or we can use force to bring you in!" Takayuki warned.

"Mmm. Yeah… no. I don't do autographs, sorry." Lupin Red remarked, putting a hand on the back grip handle on his gun.

"Fine! We're bringing you in by-" he was interrupted by something when the thief twisted the barrel briefly before setting it back into its' current position.

GET SET! READY? GO! R-R-R-RED!

As a road appeared from the gun, Lupin Red shot it forward and the auxiliary plane on the gun to move forward on it. It was then it began to grow bigger and bigger until it was almost the same size as the room!

"Takayuki!" the girl of the team tackled him down to safety before he could be blown away.

Grabbing the cube on the floor, Lupin Red jumped onto the plane as it opened its' windows to a cockpit. He got onto his seat and looked back.

"See ya!"

With that, as the plane was about to finish growing, the thief flew that thing out of the building and into the night skies of Japan.


Cancelling his transformation, Akira stretched his arms as he cruised through the night. The fight wasn't that tough and the security was light, but at least he had a good workout... With his life a little bit on the line, but it was fun.

A ring from his phone snapped him out of his thoughts, but Akira picked it up while gently piloting this plane.

"…Yeah, I know.… Don't worry, I have the Collection Piece. Can we finish this later? I have to move soon." he said while hanging up.

With that in mind, Akira turned around and went back to his hometown...before moving to his new one.


After the entire stunt, the police and other government workers are digging through the place for anything about the scene. Takayuki found and picked up the calling card from earlier, before reading it.

«Dear Global Special Police Organization, my apologies but I have taken what I came for. As the Ganglar crime rate rising up as usual, please be of use to me a while longer. I assure you we will be seeing each other more often. From, The Phantom Thief Lupin Red»

"DAMN YOU LUPIN RED!" Takayuki comically shouted, with no one bothered, before throwing the card out in the hole in frustration.


Hey guys! Sorry to keep ya waiting! Like I said, I'm taking a break from Kamen Rider for a while and now focusing on Super Sentai. Why? Cause it seems fun. Anyway, I know that Lupin VS Pato x P5 sounds a bit typical but… let's be real, it's awesome and I have yet to seen Akira/Ren to be Lupin Red basically but that's just trivial in comparison. Also, I couldn't have done this without Moonlight Abyss' help, thanks buddy!

Welp, favorite and/or review if you love it. And if you have any questions, just leave them in the reviews or PM me! Later guys!