Kamen Rider Bushido: OK, I'm sure many of you probably expected this. But hey, this is what I do and I enjoy doing it. There will be some differences, so please look forward to those. Anyway, I've had help in this, so I wanna thank Kamen Rider Chrome for his support and assistance in getting this done. And this is just the beginning...

Tail 1 - Roar of the Liger

Yūji was just getting up for school and today was looking like a great day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and it didn't look like there was any chance of rain without a cloud in the sky.

A perfect start for the day. He was already feeling energized and ready to tackle any challenges he was going to face.

OK, you're probably wondering who I am, right? Well, I should start by telling you who I am, right? The name's Yūji, Fudō Yūji. I'm 18 years old and I attend Neo Domino High. Today's a good day and it's time for my ass to get ready for school. So get the hell outta my room, ya pervs. Well, the ladies can stay and watch me get ready.


Yūji was walking through the halls of Neo Domino High, hand-in-hand with a girl that was shorter than him by a few inches. It was a young girl with snow-white hair, ice-blue eyes and almost pale skin.

OK, if you're wondering, this is my sister, Yuki. She's my twin, with me being born first by about a minute or something like that. But anyway, my sister is pretty shy around a lot of people. One of the few people she really talks to is me, to be honest. But Yuki is a good girl, no joke. She's just shy is all.

"YŪJI!" a cry rang through the air before the twins side-stepped a flying blur before it crashed into a tall and muscular young man, topping at 7'8", with short black hair and fair skin, his mouth covered by a black and red checkered scarf; his eyes being gray as he looked down at the boy who crashed into him. "Nice catch...Chiaki," the boy groaned as he weakly gave a thumb's up. His brown hair was spiked, with his blue eyes having a shine that resembled that of a little kid.

That's Yokoshima. He's...hyper, for lack of a better word. He's a good guy, just likes to bounce all over the walls when he can.

"No problem," Chiaki signed, holding a wooden sign, with his riding on the sign in thick black ink.

OK, the big guy there is Chiaki. He's an aspiring artist and he's real quiet, to the point of passing for a mute. Basically, he can't talk. Why, you ask? Took a vow of silence. Why? I dunno. Never really asked; never questioned it.

"That's what you get for running at me so fast all the time, Yokoshima," Yūji sighed.

"You don't have to be so cold all the time," Yokoshima pouted.

"It's you and your nonsense that gets you in trouble, Yokoshima," another guy reprimanded. He was a fair-skinned young man, with a military-style haircut, and coal-black eyes.

This guy here is Shogo. He's kind of a military buff and he knows his stuff. He's part of the school's discipline committee and he makes sure nobody gets in trouble. Well, he's one of them anyway.

"What do you expect, Shogo? It's Yokoshima," another boy smirked as he strummed his guitar. His black hair was slicked back while his green eyes were trained on his guitar.

Now this cool cat is Daichi. He loves music and animals. He's wicked on the guitar; we practice together in the music room and try out different lyrics and whatnot. I'm good with electric, piano, and I can sing (not bragging). One thing though... Daichi's not too fond of girls. But with a bitch of a sister like his, I can understand why. She's hot, but she's a bitch.

"Yūji-kun!" a voice called as the owner jumped into his arms, with Yūji catching her. She was a dark-skinned girl, shorter than Yuki by an inch or two, with semi-long, pepper-black, hair in twin pigtails and hazel eyes.

This adorable bunny that likes to hug me a lot is Michiru. She's actually from Okinawa, sent here for a better education. She's on the gymnastics team and she's working on becoming a contender in the Olympics, and that's a big goal. But I think she can do it. She's pretty agile and she's really flexible; I know.

"Good to see you, Michiru," Yūji smiled. "And don't worry, I'll be with you at practice later."

"Thank you," she beamed.

"Remember to mind your etiquette, Michiru," another girl advised. Her skin was almost pale, like Yuki's, and she had chocolate brown eyes behind a pair of stylish, narrow glasses. Her hair was a rich black and cut to a short chin-length style with spider hairclips. Her hair also sported red streaks which she claimed were natural. In her hand was an iPad.

That's Hana. She's the Vice-President for the Student Council. She's real serious, but she's nice. She tends to be quiet, often lost in thought as she works on her iPad. She's cute too, no mistake about it. She just tends to be more serious, even around us. I'm trying to get her to loosen up a little. At least she's informal around friends.

"But Yū-kun is so warm~" Michiru sighed dreamily as she relaxed into his chest.

"OK, Michiru, that's enough or else Hana will get mad," Yūji warned.

Hana sputtered and blushed fiercely as she demanded, "What do you mean 'mad'?!"

"Told ya," Yūji snickered.

"Alright, you slackers," Shogo sighed as he grabbed Yokoshima and Daichi by the collars and dragged them along. "Class is gonna start soon!"

Daichi grumbled, "And you're dragging me why...?"

"Yeah, knock it off...!" Yokoshima whined, "My soles are gonna burn if you drag my feet long enough!"

Yūji chuckled as he, his sister and Chiaki watched the three leave. "They never learn... By the way, anybody seen Misato?"


Male students were strewn about a courtyard with a girl standing victoriously in the center of it all. Her red school jacket was open, revealing her black crop top that showed off her flat, toned, stomach and prominent chest. The top of her navel was pierced was pierced with a curved barbell and below her navel was a solid red polygon, shaped like a bat's head. On her feet were a pair of black, knee-high, leather boots and black thigh-high socks. Her skirt was red and reached down to mid-thigh, with a sliver of the creamy skin of her thighs. Her eyes we're emerald green, and her long, wavy, amethyst hair reached the middle of her back.

She unwrapped a lollipop and popped the treat into her mouth, leaving the stick to dangle outside. It made her look like she was smoking but she wasn't the type to put those 'suicide sticks' in her mouth. A delicious lollipop was a much better alternative. She just had to brush her teeth more often afterwards, but it was worth it.

"Yummy...cherry..." she purred. "Stupid boys never learn~"

"That's because you're ruthless," Yūji remarked as he approached the scene.

The girl turned to see Yūji approaching and smile widely. "Hey, Yuji-boya."

Yeah, this is Misato. She's a firecracker; that's the best, simple, thing I can describe her as. She likes ditching classes and I don't think her dad would be happy. Oh, he works at the S&T Building too. Thankfully, he wasn't in at the time of the attack.

"You just can't avoid a fight," he mused, "And you never go easy on anyone."

"If I went easy on them, they'll never get the message," Misato argued. "You need to pound it into them until they learn."

"And what if they keep coming?" he asked.

"Then I'll pound them again until they won't even think of coming at me," Misato stated. "So, do you have anything for me, Yūji-boya?"

"Just to tell you the bell is about to ring," said Yūji.

"Like I care about classes," scoffed Misato.

"Well, maybe you don't, but your dad sure does," Yūji grinned. Misato grimaced. Her father always kept telling her to take her education seriously.

"OK, fine, just don't go ratting me out to my Daddy," Misato scowled as she went off. But, as her back was turned to him, she smiled. Yūji did care about her.

"Well, I better head to class too," said Yūji and he looked at all the sprawled boys, "I better get the medical committee here too to tend to these guys."


Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, a figure in the shadows with red eyes was being addressed by a disembodied voice, "Do you understand your mission?"

"Yes," the red-eyed figure answered.

"Then you understand the penalty for failure."

"I do, My Lord."

"Then go, and perform your task, BLACK 13."

"Yes, My Lord."


Classes went by quick, with short breaks in-between and a break for lunch. Michiru kept trying to feed Yūji during lunch while Hana kept chiding her for acting inappropriately. Misato, of course, monopolized Yūji's left as Michiru had his right. Lunches were always spent out on school grounds, on the grass, under the shade of the old cherry tree. It was Yūji's favorite spot and it became a spot for him to take a nap or to have lunch. There was just something about that spot that made Yūji feel calm.

After school, Yūji had to go and see his father about something.


Yūji was standing in front of the Neo Domino's Department of Science & Technologies Building. His hair was short, spiky with many of his bangs spiked and styled to look like horns, lightly tanned skin, and deep blue eyes. He wore a jean jacket over a sleeveless black shirt and a pair of jeans with black sneakers.

'Yeah, this is gonna rock for sure,' the youth thought with excitement, while still keeping his cool.

"Good afternoon, Fudō-kun!"

"Someone's sure looking excited!"

"Looking good, kid!"

Greetings like that were given to the boy as he accepted them with confidence. He was familiar with the workers here, as they had each worked with the boss at one point or another.

The young man approached the counter and greeted the clerk, "Hey there, Cherise. Dad around?"

"Upstairs, same as usual," she smiled.

Yūji nodded as he made his way to the elevator, alone, as he entered it and hit a button as its doors shut and went up to the top floor.

The elevator stopped on the top floor an opened its doors, with Yūji exiting the elevator and seeing scientists working on different projects on the floor. Lights from computers and sounds from tools filled the air as everyone was at some form of work.

"Fudō-kun!"

"How's it goin', kiddo!"

"Doin' fine, everybody," Yūji greeted, "Don't let me slow you down."

The scientists laughed as they returned to their workstations. Their boss's son was something else alright.

That's when a man turned; his skin a shade or two darker than Yūji's, with the same eyes and hairstyle, except his highlights were gold instead of red, and on the left side of his face was his marker (If you've seen 5D's, then you already know what it looks like).

"Good to see you, Yūji," Yūsei greeted as he and his son shared a handshake and hug.

"Always good to see you, Dad," the son returned.

They released each other and Yūsei popped his neck to get the stiffs out. "So, I'm sure you're excited about today."

"Got that right," Yūji grinned, "Spent a whole year designing this stuff. This place is the only one capable of bringing it all to life."

"It took some time," Yūsei nodded, "But I think you're gonna like how we put it together. Let's go." And he & his son made their way to his office.


"ETA to target: 10 minutes," a voice in the shadows reported.

"Good. Prepare for combat," a voice ordered over the radio.

"Understood."


A huge door to a huge safe opened slowly as the two Fudōs entered inside. Inside, hovering over a pedestal was what looked like a belt. The strap was black, the buckle itself was white and the front was framed by a pair of golden fangs. In the center was a red, circular lens. The buckle also featured a kind of slit on the top and also had buttons. Also attached to the belt was a black deck box. On the right of the buckle was a keyhole.

"So, this is it," Yūji breathed. While he didn't show it, he was very excited to test out his completed project.

Yūsei nodded, "It took us about two years to put everything together, but if this works then all our hard work will be well worth it. A transformation system bestowing armor onto the wearer, providing sophisticated weapon systems, high-tech communications software, and full-armor protection. I think you've outdone yourself this time, Yūji. To think that you've been working on this since you were still little."

"I was 10, Dad," Yūji argued, "All I had was a box of crayons, pencils, color pencils, pens and just drew. You put everything together."

"The fact that you spent almost 6 years drawing everything proves how dedicate you are, Yūji," Yūsei supported. "We made this possible together. Of course, your mother and sister supported you in getting your drawings done."

"Yeah, I guess so," Yūji blushed.

"Come on, let's get ready to test this out," Yūsei beckoned.

*BOOM!*

"Please tell me that was Tozawa with his nacho-cheese bomb," Yūji pleaded hopefully.

Yūsei frowned, "No, that was earlier during lunch. Let's go!"

The father and son left the office and came out to the sight of black-clad men with gas masks shooting down the other scientists.

"What the hell?!" Yūji gaped.

The soldiers heard his voice and turned in his direction, taking aim as they raised their rifles, before they were dropped by gunshots to the head by Yūsei.

"I don't know what's going on," Yūsei frowned, "But I'm putting a stop to this. He dashed forward and fired at his targets, taking out his targets with a single shot with a seeming need to reload.

Yūji was busy helping scientists to the stairwell in order to escape, stopping to check the cameras as he checked each floor and watched as personnel evacuated. "OK, so only this floor was attacked," he muttered, "Who the hell are these guys and what could they possibly..." His eyes widened with realization as he looked down to the belt he carried. "Aw, fuckberries..."

"HAND OVER THAT BELT!"

Yūji looked back and saw soldiers taking aim at him, grimacing as he took cover around a corner to evade gunfire. "Shit, what a day this turned out to be," he grimaced. These guys knew about his project, they wanted it for themselves, and they've hurt innocent people just to get it. OK, now it was go time!

"Guess it's time for a field test," he grinned as he slung the belt on, fastening around his waist via magnetic lock. "OK, let's get wild!" He held a key with a black grip and a white 'Z' on it and stuck it in the keyhole before turning it.

"ZERO FORM," a female, computerized voice called from the belt as a white light burst from the belt's buckle. Yūji was now donned in a black bodysuit with white plating on the sides of the sleeves and thighs. White gauntlets, with armored plating on the back of the hands with black gloves cover Yūji's arms with a pair of gold claws that were folded back on the wrists. The legs are covered by white greaves, with black boots, and gold claws were folded back against his shins that fold down over the boots. White armor covers the torso and the white shoulder pads are blade-like and curved back. Mounted on his right arm was a large double-edged blade attached to a small black and white shield, vertically folded against his forearm and a larger black and white shield was mounted on his left arm. Also, a diamond-shaped long dagger was holstered on his left hip with a shorter blade was holstered on his left hip. Yūji also wore a black helmet with a white, lion/tiger-themed, face plate with gold fangs framing the mouth plate and red eyes. Red nodes rested on the outside of his wrists, knees, elbows, and ankles. On his back is a white cone-like device.

Music: "Strike Laser Claw" by Otani Kou

"OK, this is all types of badass," Yūji grinned as he looked down at his hands. He left his cover and charged into battle, the device on his back making a distinct humming sound as green particles of light were being emitted.

"He's activated the belt!" one of the unknown soldiers shouted.

"Kill him and rip it off his carcass!" another shouted.

They began to open fire on Yūji but their bullets didn't seem to do much harm to his armored body.

"My turn," Yūji claimed as he dashed forward. He held his larger shield to defend from the gunfire as he drew his right arm back, the blade swinging around to secure itself as it was now drawn for Yūji to swing and...

*SLASH!*

A single swipe of his blade reduced their weapons to ribbons and they gasped in shock. His blade folding back as he dropped down, Yūji executed a sweep kick that took down the soldiers as he moved on and got back into the lab as more soldiers saw him and aimed. Sighing to himself, Yūji charged ahead as his armor repelled incoming gunfire, punching and kicking at soldiers as he knocked them away with single hits before he jump-kicked another in the face. Another tried shooting him in the back as his armor repelled the bullets before Yūji swung around and smacked the soldier away with his larger left shield.
Bodies of soldiers were laid out around Yūsei, blood pooling around them, as looked to see his son fighting. "Looks like it's working," he smiled.

"WHOO-HOO-HOO!" Yūji cried in utter delight, "This thing is amazing!" He came to a halt when he was confronted by the enemy leader; the black-armored one. He was different though from the rest despite being clad completely in black. He wore a black bodysuit with matching gauntlets, boots, shoulder pads, and chest plate. Mounted on his back was armor modeled to resemble a wingless cicada with its legs hugging him from behind. Around his waist was a belt which had XIII on the buckle and metal panels on either side. The helmet was sculpted so that the mouth portion resembled insect mandibles and it had red compound eyes and a strip of white metal going down the centre. Set in the centre of the brow were the antennae which made a V-shape together. Hanging from his neck was a black scarf. There were two holsters on his belt, one on either side, each holding a metal cylinder.

His name was BLACK 13.

"I'm guessing you're the man in charge," Yūji assumed.

"You will surrender the belt," BLACK 13 ordered Yūji .

Yūji glared at the leader of the strange group attacking the lab. Bending his knees, he lunged forward. The black-armored fighter suddenly blurred from sight and Yūji was slugged from the side by a brutal backhand. Yūji stumbled and spun around, slashing and swiping at BLACK 13 who effortlessly bobbed and weaved from the new Rider's attacks.

POW!

A kick to the jaw sent Yūji flying backwards. Yūji rubbed his chin and got back to his feet. "OK, I admit, you're good, but I've got some tricks of my own."

BLACK 13 grabbed hold the two metal cylinders holstered in his belt and withdrew them. With a flick of his wrist, a four foot long beam of light extended from each cylinder. They were laser swords, which resembled the lightsabers popularized by Star Wars.

"What the fu-?! Really?!" Yūji gaped. BLACK 13 swung and twirled the laser swords, making a buzzing whooshing noise as he circled around Yūji. "Heh, two can play at that game then," he grinned as he drew a pair of similar devices from behind him (his lower shoulders), rectangular in shape, as similar beams of energy (with a rosy pink coloring) extended from them.

The two lunged forward and started swinging, their energy blades clashing due to similar polarities and repelling one another. BLACK 13 swung and made multiple cuts on Yūji's shield, forcing the new Rider to let it go as it popped off his left arm as it flew forward with Yūji's aim. The black warrior cut the shield to pieces before he was peppered with beam fire coming a mounted blaster on Yūji's left forearm. The white Rider followed up with firing from his right shield, which concealed a similar beam-firing weapon that made contact as BLACK 13 took the barrage of blasts. BLACK 13 seemed to shrug off the assault as he stood there. The two then tried to chuck their beam weapons at each other as they collided, leaving them, for the most part, unarmed.

"Well, that was pretty much pointless," Yūji sweatdropped.

"Indeed," BLACK 13 agreed.

Yūji charged forward and drew back his fist as BLACK 13 did the same. Their fists shot forward at the same time. Their fists connected to each other's helmets but it seemed that Yūji's punch was stronger as BLACK 13 was tossed through the air.

"Hah! Take that!" Yūji gloated as BLACK 13 crashed into some equipment. This knocked his helmet loose and as he climbed out of the wreckage, his helmet fell and rolled along the floor to stop at Yūji's feet.
The newborn Rider froze with a look of shock that was hidden by the helmet, unable to believe what he was seeing. "...Shin?" BLACK 13's face was of a young Japanese male in his teens with short indigo hair that was parted in the middle with two strands sticking out from the top. His eyes were indigo, but they were hollow and vacant of any sort of light. They were emotionless.

"BLACK 13, withdrawing," BLACK 13 spoke into his arm-mounted communicator. "Activate TransMat for extraction."

"Shin, wait!" Yūji ran towards BLACK 13 who vanished in a beam of light. "Shin...?" Confused and horrified, Yūji didn't know what to think. He'd just discovered the identity of the lead assailant and was shocked beyond words.

"Yūji!" Yusei shouted and he came across his armored son.

"Dad?" Yūji asked. He then took off the belt which deactivated the armor.

"What's wrong?" Yūsei asked, noting Yūji's expression.

"I... It's nothing, Dad," he tried to lie. "Just glad you're OK."

"Well, it looks like the belt works for its first impromptu field test, huh?" Yūsei asked.

"Oh, man, it was so sick," Yūji beamed excitedly, "It was like nothing I've ever felt before! I had a such a freakin' rush... I can't even begin to describe it!"

"Well then, I guess it's decided then. We now know that someone's after the belt. It would be wise to put it away for safekeeping, but it looks like it's in good hands," said Yūsei as he put his hand on his son's shoulder, "Kamen Rider Liger."

"Kamen Rider...huh?" Yūji grinned, "Sounds heavy; I like the feel of it. And DNA locks, let's not forget those."

"Well then, Kamen Rider, how about you help your old man clean up this mess?" Yūsei requested.

"Got nothing better to do," Yūji accepted, "We're the only ones here." Yūsei grabbed a broom and tossed it to Yūji.

"Come on, the sooner we start, the sooner we can finish, and the sooner we can get out of here," said Yūsei.


Undisclosed Location...

BLACK 13 stood in the middle of a dark empty room as a spotlight shone on him. Tucked under his arm was his helmet. Before him was a large screen which had the words 'SOUND ONLY' across it. BLACK 13 was being debriefed.

"BLACK 13, report."

"At 1800 hours, I along with a small task force entered the facility known as the Neo Domino Science and Technology Building. Our mission was to obtain their newest piece of technology designated as the 'Liger System'. The mission was a failure as the Liger System was activated and used to subdue the soldiers. I engaged the Liger System's wearer in Close Quarters Combat and was able to record his combat proficiency."

"So, not only did you fail, but a new Rider has been born as well."

"Affirmative."

"This organization does not tolerate failure. However, in light of your past accomplishments you will be given another chance to rectify this, BLACK 13. Do not fail us again."

"I won't, My Lord."

To Be Continued...


KAMEN RIDER CHROME: I know what you're probably thinking. "Oh no, another Yuji Fudo fic by Bushido!" Well, it was our idea and Yuji's pretty versatile. Anyway, this will be the first time Kamen Rider Liger becomes the titular character for a Kamen Rider Fic and not some spinoff. This is gonna focus on KR Liger and his fight against a mysterious organization.