MT: Yo, everyone out there in fanfiction land, it's Master here to tell you all that after, a short rest, I have come back.

Rika: Great, now I have to deal with another lame writer.

MT: As you probably notice this isn't the tale that have you hanging by the seat of your pants. Well, you don't need to worry, that's going to continue on wards. I'M just trying to do change things up a bit.

Rika (sarcastically): Great, now I'm going to have double the headache.

MT: Before we kick off my returned, I just want to say that now anyone, rather there's a member or not, should be able to get me some freed back. So drop on by!! Oh, and I don't own the Digimon or the Kamen Rider franchises.

Tamers Riders Chronicles 1:

Curse of The Crimson Rider:

Chapter one: The Three Year Fire.

A fire burned brightly in the eyes of a certain 13-year-old, ashy haired girl. She stared at the burning building, wishing, hoping that she would see some signs of life among those glowing, jumping flames of death and life.

Most would know her best by her street name and title, the Digimon ice queen. They would us know her by her attire of a white and blue t-shirt that had once had a broken heart on it and her blue jeans and red sneakers. But to those few, who are close to her, know her by true name. Rika Nonaka.

She was one of the few who had entered into the world next to their own, the digital world. She had experience it many wondrous, ever changing sights. Lived through it constant dangers. She even had faced down it most deepens, darkest secret.

A monster that eliminated everything that came in its path. It name was D-reaper, a clearing program, created to take care of AI programs that had grown to smart for their own good. D-reaper saw digimons, digital monsters, as such a problem and tried to destroy them. It later saw humans as beings who, had grown too much and tried to wipe them out too.

It was the digimon tamers, kids who partnered with digimons, and some who could merge with them, who drive the monster and it's spawns away. It was long and hard fought battle. Much was lost and maybe even a few lives were lost. But in the end, it was the tamers who had suffered the most. In order to defeat the D-reaper, they used a program that would have destroyed the digimons if they didn't return to their world.

Rika had remembered the days that followed after that. She would sit in her room cretins closed and stared at the shirt she had worn as a symbol for so long. She could feel her fix heart, breaking once more. It felt like, without Renamon, she didn't have anything else in common with the other tamers. Then a week after the digimon left, she had gotten a very unusual, if not welcome surprise.

Takato Matsuki, a.k.a. Gogglehead, had showed up to her house unexpectedly. He has shyly asked for a card game, saying he had practicing. She, of course, beat him into the ground, but she was surprise that he had backed her into a corner a couple of times.

This began an unusually routine for the two. Takato would drop by and challenge her, determined to show his improving skills. It annoyed Rika at time, especially when her mother started calling Gogglehead her boyfriend, but she admit it was nice having him around. And in turn, she began working at his store, just to try and annoyed him. But to her surprise, Gogglehead's parents welcomed her with opened arms and even gave her some money for working at the store. Though she would never say it out loud, she was very grateful to Takato, for fixing her breaking heart once more. Then came the day, three mouths later, that would rock her world.

She had remembered that day very clearly. She was heading to the bakery for her usual shift, listening to her CD player. It wasn't a song she used to listening to her. It was called Bright! Our future, and Gogglehead had turned her on to it. Somehow it spoke to her, filled her with a sense of understanding. Maybe because the one who turned her onto it had brighten up her future greatly.

She had remembered she was actually in a pretty happy mode as she rounded the corner, eager to see her special little gogglehead. Her happy mood was immediately crushed when she saw the bakery burning. She could only gasp and dropped her player, barely noticing as it hit the ground when a light thud. She could only stand there, watching as place she had begun to call a second home, slowly burning to the ground. She suddenly felt her strength drained from her and she collapsed to her knees.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" Rika's screamed was said to reach half way around the world that morning.

Sometime later, after the fire was out, Rika had found, from the official report that a short had happened in one of the ovens as someone was turning it on. The machine had blown up, causing the house to light on fire instantly. She had also learned that the building didn't have modern fire safety equipment installed and that there was no way the family could know because the person who started the oven likely died in the resulting explosion. But Rika knew that was just a pack of lies!

She had worked there, hell she was willing to go as far as to call it a second home. So she knew that what these blockheads called the "officials" weren't getting the fact straight. She knew that the Matsukis were a pack of Goggleheads but they weren't complete idiots. She knew that they have their ovens check at lease twice a mouth. She had even seen fire alarms above the oven and see in the upper levels. But still, she was just a pre-teen girl, no matter how famous, and there were officials, meaning they didn't care what she thought.

After everyone left, Rika walked through remains of the burnt building. The fire had caused the entire building to collapse, so there wasn't much lift. Still, she looked for clue that something was amidst. But after searching, she only found a pair of goggles, the source of Takato's nickname. They were the only things that seemed to have survived the fire. Only the sides were a little dark, but otherwise, they were okay.

"Why does everyone leave me?" she asked herself solemnly. She then left, head hanging.

But as she was leaving, she didn't see the second figure, slowly emerging from the shadows. There wasn't really anything special about this new figure. He was dressed in some low-cut black jeans and a blue windbreaker. The jacket was completely zipped up, so no one could see the shirt under it. He wore faded, worn out running sneakers and to shadow his entire face, a baseball cap. The only thing that didn't seem to fit with this new guy was the sliver, carrying case in his left hand.

"I should gotten you involved, but some things can't be help," the new guy said in mysterious, yet sad tone.

He then reached into his windbreaker and pulled out two roses. He set the roses down and then spoke in a tongue that on human could ever hope of understanding. It was strange, sounding like a mix of the languages of the world. It almost seemed like he was saying a prayer to those who had died here.

"I will always remember you two, and how you brightened up my life," the man said as he finished his prayer.

He then stood up, and walked away. As the former tamer and the mysterious man walked away, never knowing about the others or the destiny that would unfold for them in a few years.

(Author note: Most people would leave you here, at a cliffhanger, but that's not my style)

Rika sigh as she looked into her small mirror on her desk. It has been nearly three years since that fire, which had claimed one of her closest friend. Since that time, she had found herself closing herself off again, but this time there wasn't anyone willing to force opened those doors. The closest to try was Henry Wong, her second closest friend. But he didn't seem filled the void, not like Takato could do. Things only seem to get worse for Rika when her other friends starting dating, even two out of the three stooges. Seeing them, all looking happy, seem to make Rika fell hollow on the inside.

Letting out another sigh, she fixed her hair in her traditional style and then looked away from the mirror, only to be meant with another, full-body mirror. It was one of her mother's idea of course, but Rika didn't like it one bit. She just couldn't find it in her heart to throw the stupid thing away.

In the last three year, Rika had blossom into quit the young lady. Must to her own disgust, she was an earlier bloomer, gaining a figure that almost equals her mother's body. As such, her mother was once again pushing her into trying modeling. But Rika, being Rika, had expected this and as such, starting to work part time, just to keep her busy so he mother wouldn't bug her. Or that's what she tells herself anyhow.

She kept her eyes on the mirror studying her imagine as she usually does on days like this. Nothing really had changed that much about her say for the obvious body changes. She still wears the same brand of jeans she had always worn, but there were a lighter shade of blue then before. She wears a pair of black riding boots. Her shirt was long sleeved for the colder weather and is a pale blue. A yanyin sigh was in the center and next to it was a black hazard sign. The only real difference that anyone could see was the young girl's hair. She had let it grown a bit, down below her shoulders but still kept it in her usual high ponytail.

Rika frown deeply as she thought back to the reason for her longer hair. She remembered an embarrassed Takato saying something how about she would look better with longer hair. Rika was confused or uneasy with that commit and did her only thing she is known in those kinds of situations. She had gotten angry and punched him. The blow wasn't enough to cause any real damage, but it was enough to get her massage across and he immediately said he was sorry. It wasn't long after that, that the place she called a second home went up in flames.

Gogglehead, Rika thought solemnly.

She then turned away from the mirror and walked over to her bedroll. She looked quickly at her bedroom door, making sure no one was coming and then kneeled down. She moved the head of her roll slightly and then grabbed a piece of broken wood. She slowly lifted it up, hearing the floor creak as she did. She then lifted a small metal box out of a hole she had made herself some time ago and set it on the floor.

Another quick check to see if anyone was coming, she then removed a key she kept on a piece of sting, hidden beneath her shirt. She placed the key in its hole and turned it, unlocking the box. She suddenly became hesitant as she slowly reached for the lid. Tears threatened to fall, but she closed her eyes and let them dry.

When she opened them again, all doubt and hesitation were gone. She then opened the box and her eyes became filled with sorrow and regret. She picked up the goggles that once belonged to Gogglehead himself, from the box and stared at them sadly.

Memories begin unwillingly flowing through her head. She remembers their first meeting. She thought he was just goofy kid, but at the same time admire his innocence. One look at the boy, and she knew that he came from a good, loving family. Though she didn't know it at the time, she was jealously of the boy, who had such a family. That was a small part as to why she was constantly hurting the boy and his baby.

She then remembered of how time want on and she found herself fighting along said the boy, who was slowly turning into a man. She watched as he grew in mind, spirit and strength. He had gone from a mere child to a truly strength spirited tamer. She even believed that his partner's final form, Gallantmon: Crimson mode was a true sign of his growth.

Why did you leave me, Gogglehead? She asked solemnly.

One would think that this is odd for the famous ice queen of digimon to act this way, but to her family and a few close friends, this is the person she had become. But to the outside she, is now a person who seem to have a three-year fire burning in her eyes.

She stared at the goggles, lost in the past for a few more minutes before placing it in her safe and returning it to her hiding spot. She then left her room, grabbing her faded brown leather jacket and left the house. It was nearing winter, so the wind had a slight chill to it. Still, Rika thought that she felt something like a hot sting against her face. She just shrug it off and want about her way.

As she walked down the street, hands in her jacket pockets, a guy on very unusual motorcycle suddenly passed by. Time seem to slow to a stand still as Rika turned to looked at the rider.

The guy was dressed in a very stereotypical rider, all decked out in black. Black jeans, black leather jacket, black shirt, black boots, and leather riding gloves. About the only thing that wasn't black on this rider was his helmet. It was a modern day design, complete with a sun visor and was a crimson color.

But it was the motorcycle that really caught the eye. It was a high raise sport type, though there no one could tell who made it. The body was mostly red with gold outlines. Fins were on the end of the body and the head was shaped like some sort of bird or something. It kind of remains Rika of something she had seen long, long ago.

Time resume it's natural flow and the rider rode by. Rika watched him ride down the street. She didn't know why, but something from deep within told her that she knew that rider. It was a feeling only one had ever given her and that person was long gone. Before the rider reached the end of the street, he stopped and looked at Rika. He lifted his eye shield and stared sadly at her with silver eyes. Again Rika had this feeling, deep in her heart that rider was familiar to her. He then looked away after a minute and rode off.

"Weird-o," Rika muttered to herself as she started down road again.

She didn't see a trio of thugs suddenly appears from the shadow, tailing her from a distance. Nor did she see the rider suddenly stop and looked at the thugs. The rider did a quick turn and begun tailing the thugs from a distance as well. Another strange thing was, his bike suddenly want quiet as a mouse.

(…)

"Why am I here, AGAIN?" Rika asked herself as she stared at the space where a once semi-famous bakery stood.

In the past three years since the fire, no one had tried to build anything else on the site. It was like no one wanted to disturb one of the few places that were once home to one of the city's saviors. It was common knowledge that everyone in the city knew who the digimon tamers truly were.

But Rika knew differently on this matter. She knows that a certain blonde hair, silver eyed, Men in Black cope off had been trying for the past three years to allow a monument in honor of the boy who once had lived on the burnt piece of land. But it hasn't been easy since his superiors had cutback on a few things from his "company" and had limited his own activities to inside his own building. He had to go behind his own superiors' backs and use his own money to buy the land before anyone else could. Still, the road has been long for him and for the others who personal knew the smiling boy who was swallowed up the fires

Rika walked up to the edge of the burnt area, looking down at it with sorrow. Immediately she was bombed with memories from three years ago. She remembered when she starting to work at the bakery, when she saw Gogglehead trip and dump an entire bag of flower over himself. She couldn't stop the light giggle from escaping her lips. Takato was obviously shock by this, and being a gogglehead, it showed on his face. That only caused Rika to laugh slightly harder.

A bitter laugh escape from the back of Rika's throat as the last memory was instantly replaced with a new one. She remembers coming in early, just so she could get some breathing room from her mom. She had decided to wake Gogglehead up because she was in a slightly irritated mood and want a punching bag. Her irritation only grew when she found him sleeping. To fix this problem, she had gotten a glass of ice-cold water. And, she of course pooled it over the sleeping boy. He shot awake, calling to his digimon partner, saying his was under attack. That caused another rare laugh from the famous icy tamer.

A sorrowful looked appeared in Rika's eyes as she continued to stare into the empty space that once held such memories for her. She sometimes ideally dreams that she would one day wake up and fine the store whole once more with the owners of the place, waiting for her with open arms. She would then wake up the one who was responsible for all of her joy and happiness.

"Only you makes me this way, Gogglehead," the fiery redhead, with the cold mask on her face whispered softly, closing her eyes as a single tear fell from her left eye.

Time slowed down once more as the tear made it way towards the burnt ground. In the lone drop of water, reflected so much from the one who shed it. In it, was her lost days of her youth, those she had lost when her father had left her and that when the first person she called a friend. Time sped back to normal when tear landed on the burnt land.

Rika suddenly opened her eyes, sensing that some one was behind her. She quickly spun around, body tensing as she brought up her fists into fighting position. She was right! Three street thugs had boxed her in. All were staring at her like she was some helpless prey, just ready to tear into her. Rika grinned as this thought popped into her head.

Not only did she still carry her title from when she was a kid, but in the last three years, Rika had gained another name, one feared on the streets of the entire city. The thugs of the underground knew her far and wide, as Flame Fist Nonaka.

Rika had kept in top physically shape in the last three years, hitting the weights were such force that it had scared all of the other members of her gym. And she was still known best for her fiery temper. But if one would really get down to her core, some must found some surprises for all of this tomboyish behavior.

Rika suddenly frown as she studied the idiots in front of her. There was something…off about these guys. For one things, the all dressed in the same fashion. The same faded brown leather jacket, matching leather pants, same worn out high tops and greased up tee shirts. That and the fact that they all had the same faces with the same neat, military cut hairdo. Rika just find it a little creepy by this fact.

Oh well, like it going to matter in a minute, Rika thought casually.

She tense up her shoulders a little more as she waited for one of the freaks to make the first move. That happened a second later when the guy in the middle mode the first move and begin walking towards her. Rika wasted no time in throwing her trademark, one hit kill, flame fist punch. She grinned when she saw the punch connected with the guy's right cheek. The moment was short lived when Rika's famous fist didn't faze the guy in the least. Hell, it didn't even leave a bruise!!

Suddenly the guy shot his arm out, quickly wrapping it around her shoulders. Before she knew it, she was being lifted from the ground as easily as someone lifts up a baby.

"What are you doing?" an enrage Rika asked.

"Just fulfilling a mission," the man spoke in an emotionless tone that Rika's former icy voice, seem like a drop of water.

The thug easily lifted an enraged Rika over his head and then proceeded to walk off. Meanwhile Rika struggle with all the strength she had, but she found the thug's grip like steel. Much more stronger then the thugs she faced in the back streets and one ways alleys of the city.

What's with this guy? First they're not scare of me, didn't even flinch when I threw my best punch and now one is carrying me like I'm some kind of baby, Rika angrily screamed in her head.

Suddenly she heard an engine roar and stained to look in front of her. She saw that someone had position themselves in front of the fleeing thugs, almost of if blocking them from escaping. Rika's eyes widened slightly when she saw that it was the rider she had encountered a little over a half an hour ago.

The Rider got off of is bike and undid his helmet strips. He took off his helmet, giving everyone in the area the first view of his face. There really wasn't much to say about this mysterious rider. He had silver eyes and spiky crimson red hair. The only thing that kind of stood about this guy was the large scar beside his left eye that ran down to the center of his cheek.

The guy casually walked up the thugs, completely unfazed by the fact that one was holding up a 16 year old girl over his head. He walked up to the guy holding Rika. Said victim heard the thugs, chuckle to themselves and she took that as a bad sign.

Suddenly the rider punched her captor in the chest, really hard too. Rika heard the thug groan and a second later found herself falling because the punch had sent the guy flying into the other thugs, causing him to lose his hold on her. After a belief fall, she found herself in the arms of the mysterious rider. Funny, when Rika looked more closely at this guy, he remained her of someone, someone very close to her heart.

"You might want stand back for this one," the rider said calmly, placing Rika on the ground.

Rika didn't know why, but like his face, this rider's voice sounded eerie familiar to her. It was like a voice from a distance memory, one that she had tried to forget for three years.

Just as Rika was gaining her composure back she suddenly her laughing. Turning her head in the direction, she saw the three thugs, grinning at rider. Before she could spit out one of her famous sarcastically remarks, something very weird, even by Rika's standards, happened. The thugs' form wavered and suddenly they're changed, quickly growing more features then any normal person should have and taking on a more monster like shape.

If Rika had to describe what she saw, she would say these guys were now monstrous, humanoid chameleons. They stand about six foot, 12 inches and wore chest plats with a shoulder pads over their left shoulders. They had four-inch long claws and long tails that are covered in short spikes.

What the hell are those? Rika screamed in her mind. They not digimon that much I know!!

"C-Series," the rider spoke softly, drawing a confused Rika's attention. She noticed a fierce looked of hatred, burning in his eyes.

"Hey!! I the one you went!! So came and get me!!" the rider screamed and then took off.

The mysterious C-Series wasn't too far behind him. They chased him into a dead-end alley, all with a confused Rika watching.

"This day just keeps getting weirder," she muttered to herself.

Suddenly an explosion erupted from the alley in which the rider had chased the freaks. Rika lightly gasp as she ran for alley. She suddenly stopped when a tall figure emerged from the alley. The smoke from the explosion blanketed the figure so Rika couldn't make it out to good. But when the thing looked at her, she notice, red glowing eyes. The form wavered for a second and suddenly the mysterious rider was looking at Rika solemnly.

Just what the hell is going on today? Rika asked herself as she continued to stare into the rider's silver eyes.

(…)

MT: Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm planning on doing a cross between Kamen Rider and Digimon tamers.

Rika (Sarcastically): And I bet I know how you're going to make this one.

MT: Actually I'm hoping to turn this into another one of my series works. But I'm also planning on putting this one on hold until I finish my other work.

Rika: Great, just great.