Disclaimer! I do not own Kamen Rider W, it is owned by Toei and Bandai.
This is something I found written in one of my notebooks from way back when. They were just bits and pieces of an idea but I managed to fit them together to make a story.
He comes in every day after brunch. He's not quiet about it, either with the way he pushes all his weight on the heavy wooden doors. He's covered in snow, from his raven hair to his cheap boots. He doesn't even say hello when he barges in towards the books with such determination and a set mind. Tossing books behind him after only briefly scanning the book titles. "There he is." The librarian nodded over to the non-fiction section, scraps of paper telling him where to go from there. He silently thanked her with a tip of his hat and made his way down the all alleys of books. So many colours, vibrant and faded alike but he knew the earliest letters of the alphabet were no where near where Philip was. No, the man with hair clips was probably in the Ts judging by the time-frame he'd been here. The man could shift through books like no one he'd ever known. Turing a sharp corner, the detective found him. The young man in sitting in his own pile of novels, hood drawn up and damp from the storm outside. Shotaro chuckles at the sight of Philip in his own labyrinth of publications. His fingers danced along the pages, following every word as quick as lightning, flipping through the book without mercy. His thirst for knowledge hadn't change despite transitioning from a boy to a man. He still breathed in the knowledge the air he breathed and it was wonderful to see such enthusiasm even if his habit of ripping pages got them into trouble but the joy Philip expressed was worth it.
Philip's brow knitted itself a look of distaste but not from the book oh no, the book was wonderful. Such words! They flowed off the paper with ease. But it was over and only certain pages he needed. He tore out the pages and lay them on the floor, not caring much for the mess he made. Shotaro smiled, leaning against a self. It was a good six or seven minutes before his partner looked up to acknowledge him with not even so much as a smile."Come on, Philip." Shotaro urged, reaching out a hand for Philip to take. He doesn't take it but he stands upright if not a little shaky. "You've ruined enough books for now." Philip frowns. "I didn't ruin them. I'm just storing information." He stated simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shotaro rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to the other foot. He knew he was in for a lecture from his partner and braced himself for a very long talk.
"I'll have you know I'm keeping these pages and storing them where they can be of some use. Besides, judging by the date stamped on the library cards no one has been coming here to read them." Philip gathered the papers and stuffed them into a faded green book. It wasn't labeled but Shotaro knew it well- it was Philip's own, private notebook. He never secured the papers but rather stored them to rest until he filed them at home. "I will make better use of them." He assured with confidence. Oh Shotaro had no doubt of that, in fact he was certain that when they set foot into the house Philip would add them to the 'vault', a room where he hung all his knowledge. Shotaro began picking up the books and filing them away at random through the open spaces on the racks. "I guess. Anyway the storm's calm down so I thought I'd come and get you." Philip nodded to show he was listening but kept a tight hold on the wads of paper in his hands. He was just itching to to sort his new found information. The two left the library, Philip wearing Shotaro's fedora atop of his head.