Here's another addition to the 'Unmade' series. I have to admit, I wanted this to be a one-shot focusing on Human!Chase's family, but a different part got away from me, so this is now a two-shot, with more family stuff in Chapter 2.

Also, please check out the poll on my profile, which asks what Hogwarts Houses the characters from Kamen Rider Wizard would be sorted into. I have Koyomi stuck at a three-way tie, and I'd like to have that broken before I take that poll down and replace it with a similar one for Gaim.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kamen Rider Drive.

WORD COUNT: 2213

Toshita Ryū had been the firstborn son of Toshita Kyō and Kumiko, and the elder brother of Toshita Ryō. They'd had him relatively young and had struggled to get through school while taking care of two sons, but they'd made it, for a while. His childhood had been average, up until he was ten years old. That was when his parents' marriage had started to fall apart. By the age of eleven, he routinely laid awake to the sounds of them screaming at each other about finances and jobs and chores and parenting and anything else that happened to come up. When he was twelve, his mother up and left, leaving him and his brother alone in the care of their father.

Kyō did his best to provide for his boys, but with only one income, they were forced to move into a smaller apartment in a rougher area of the city. Ryū grew angrier at his father as time went on, blaming him for driving his mother away. He spent less and less time at home, falling in with a tough crowd and taking his frustrations out in fights. He was so wrapped up in his anger that he never thought about what kind of example he was setting for Ryō, who was six years his junior and who followed his big brother around constantly.

He grew angrier, but also colder. He eventually developed a reputation for being utterly ruthless if someone pissed him off, and others tended to be unnerved at his ability to channel his anger into his fists without generally blowing his top. He rarely yelled when he was mad, rarely ran in with some sloppy attack, simply directing everything into the power of his punches with an efficiency that came with years of practice, and scared the living hell out of everyone, except for Ryō, for some reason. Maybe it was because Ryū never, ever turned that anger onto him, and also had gained a rep for sticking up for the underdog.

By the time Ryū was twenty-one and just barely getting by in university, the tension between him and his father had escalated to the point that every conversation turned into a full-blown argument. Kyō berated his son for his disregard for (and poor performance in) school, his inability to hold a part-time job due to his anti-social attitude, and the fact that his habit of solving his problems with violence was rubbing off on Ryō. Ryū criticised his father for his workaholic tendencies, for being out of the house so often that Ryū had had to learn too quickly how to take care of himself and Ryō, and for his tendency to expect what Ryū felt was too much of him. After their biggest blowup over Ryū getting caught fighting on campus (again), Ryū left. He packed up a bag of clothes, said goodbye to his brother (and ignored Ryō pleading for him to stay), and left.

For the first couple of weeks, he bounced around between the few friends he'd made in school, but he could tell he was becoming a burden to them. He only had the money he'd managed to draw from his trust fund, and he knew it wouldn't last long. He wound up taking odd jobs here and there, and eventually earned enough to afford rent in a small, run-down apartment.

Tuesday, March 11th, 2014

It was on a cold, rainy Tuesday in early March that his life changed forever. He was walking home from the factory at which he was currently employed when the atmosphere abruptly changed around him. The air became thicker, like he was swimming through a stiff sort of gel, and his body abruptly grew heavy, as if someone had suddenly turned up the gravity. People on the street around him started panicking as they felt the same effect. Then the monster showed up.

It was humanoid, of roughly average height, and made entirely of metal, like some kind of robot. It promptly began smashing things and cackling, the strange slow-motion effect not bothering it in the slightest. Ryū nearly had a heart attack when he saw some large pieces of debris flying through the air, in slow motion, towards a pair of little kids near him.

He tried running to them, but it was like wading through day-old syrup or something. Still, he pushed forward until he'd reached the children and put himself in between them and the flying pieces, and started pushing them down to the ground. Pain burst from his shoulder as one sharp edge slowly sliced its way through, but he was otherwise unharmed, and the kids were completely unscathed.

Then a strange, high-pitched honking noise could be heard. Ryū turned around, with great difficulty, to see small, toy-sized cars zipping around the monster on little floating tracks that seemed to materialise wherever they were needed, and to fold up behind the cars when they'd passed. Like the monster, they moved through the air with no signs of the difficulty that everyone else was experiencing. He was a bit too far away to see the details, but he was pretty sure that the orange one was shooting miniature fireballs. The others appeared to be harassing the monster in other ways, some sideswiping it and actually doing damage despite their small size.

Eventually, the monster was chased off, and the air went back to normal. Ryū saw the little flying cars zip away around a corner, and quickly checked to be sure the kids were okay before he began to chase after them.

He followed them to an empty warehouse, but lost them once he got inside. Frustrated, he turned to leave and head back to his apartment, when he heard something. A man's voice was coming from behind a metal door that had been left ajar. Curious, Ryū crept over and peered in.

The little cars were indeed there, flying around the room. In fact, there were more than twice as many as Ryū had seen earlier! They were all circling around some sort of podium. There was nothing – and no one – else in the room.

"None of you were hurt?" the deep voice questioned. Ryū was shocked to realise that it was coming from the podium. One of the cars in the crowd revved its engine in an apparent answer. "Good. The Roidmudes are too powerful for you to engage in combat for too long. If only I could find someone for the Drive System…"

He might have said more, but at that moment, more little flying cars decided to make their entrance – from right behind Ryū. He jumped and swore as one whizzed past his ear, honking, making his presence known.

"Who's there?" The podium swiveled around to reveal a device mounted on it with a circular display of an animation of an angry-looking face. Ryū gasped, realising that the voice wasn't coming from a hidden person, but from the device on the podium. Was it another robot? Upon seeing him, the face changed to one of surprise. "Oh dear."

Ryū was frozen to the spot, fully aware that all attention was now fixed on him. "What the hell is going on here?!" he gasped, "Who- What are you? What was that monster back there?"

"Ah. You saw all that. That was a Roidmude, a member of a cybernetic race bent on world domination. I am Krim Steinbelt, and I am attempting to stop them with the help of the Shift Cars."

Evil robots aiming for world domination? Flying toy cars trying to save the world? If it weren't for the fact that his shoulder still hurt like a bitch, he would have assumed he was dreaming. "You're kidding," he said flatly, "This cannot be happening. I must've hit my head instead of my shoulder. This is all one big hallucination."

"You were hurt? Doctor!" One of the little cars flew over to Ryū and started circling around him. Up close, it looked like a miniature ambulance. "This is Mad Doctor. He can treat your injury, if you wish."

Ryū raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to see tha-AGH!"

Mad Doctor had apparently taken his sarcastic statement literally, as three glowing scalpels had materialised out of thin air and had proceeded to stab at his shoulder. Ryū tried to swat them away, but they just dodged and continued what they were doing. After ten long, painful seconds, the scalpels disappeared and Mad Doctor backed off, leeaving Ryū panting and cursing.

"What the hell was…" He trailed off as he realised that the cut on his shoulder had disappeared, and the pain was already starting to fade away. "What… How did…?"

"Mad Doctor has effective healing abilities," the 'Krim Steinbelt' thing explained, "Although I should have warned you that the treatment is less than pleasant."

"No shit. So you're telling me that you and your little toy cars here are out to take down evil robots, or something? Why didn't they defeat the one I saw?"

Steinbelt's 'face' shifted to an expression that actually looked embarrassed. "Well, that's the thing… They can't."

Several minutes later, in which Steinbelt explained that he was the consciousness of a dead scientist, killed by the Roidmudes, stored inside the 'Drive Driver', that the Shift Cars were his inventions, and that he was still looking for a human to use a weapons system that could actually take the Roidmudes out, Ryū had slowly adjusted to the fact that yes, this really was happening. Evil robots did exist in the same world in which he'd grown up.

"So, what you're saying is that until you can find a person to do your fighting for you, all you've got is the Shift Cars, who unfortunately can't do much more than harass your enemies into temporarily leaving people alone," he summarised bluntly.

Now Krim looked annoyed. "That is the gist of it, yes."

Ryū then made a statement that would surprise even him. "I'll do it."

"What?!"

"It's not the sort of job you can put out a want ad for, I already know what's going on, and I know how to fight. Unless you have any other candidates…"

"I… Well…"

Friday, May 15th, 2015

Eventually, Ryū had managed to convince Krim to allow him to become the first Kamen Rider, Proto-Drive. It was a decision he never regretted, not when he nearly lost his first fight, not when he found himself up against an entire invasion of Roidmudes, not when he mourned the losses of the people he failed to save.

He didn't even regret it when the Roidmudes captured him and began to turn him into a cyborg. Throughout the entire, agonising process, his only regret was that he'd never made up with his father, that he had left his little brother behind, because now he would never have the chance to make peace with either of them.

At least, he thought he wouldn't.

He'd been thoroughly shocked to realise that he'd survived his fight with Drive and his new Type Formula. Even more so to learn that Drive's friend, Kiriko, whom he'd threatened and put in danger, had found him and decided to nurse him back to health. He didn't think he'd been on the receiving end of such kindness in a long time, though with his memories still missing, it was hard to say. Once he'd gotten them back, and had gotten over the shock that the Minister of Defense guy he and Tomari had passed in the hallway was none other than 001 himself, Ryū had wanted only one thing: to go home.

Now that he finally remembered where home was, he found himself at the front door of his father's apartment. Tomari and Kiriko were with him for support, and to help him explain his ordeal to his family.

He raised his hand to knock, but found that he couldn't. What was he supposed to say after he'd up and walked out of their lives, just like his mother had? How was he supposed to make up for that?

"Cha-Ryū?" Kiriko whispered, still getting used to using his real name, "Is something wrong?"

Ryū turned to look back at her. She and Tomari were looking at him with concerned expressions. He was about to answer when a voice could be heard on the other side of the door, just before it swung open.

His father froze in the opening, car keys and wallet in hand and his cell phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder as he consulted a grocery list. The two men stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. "Ryū," Kyō gasped after a long period of silence, his voice thick with emotion.

"Tou-san," Ryū whispered, "I'm-"

He was cut off as his father dropped everything and hugged him so tightly, it would have threatened his ribs if not for Brain's modifications.

So yeah, I'm going to leave it off here for now and work on posting 'The Other Two-in-One Hero', but I will be back. Next chapter will have the full reunion between Ryū and his family. See you then! Spectre out!