Disclaimer! Kamen Rider is owned by Bandai and TV Tokyo I do not own it in anyway, shape or form.

Here we are at chapter two. I find it hard writing live acion characters rather than anime or cartoon. Maybe it's just because it's easier imagining animated being doing onderful, supe natual things. Plus those two wern't given a lot of screentime. But enough of that, please enjoy. (Trips on the way out)


When Mitsuru unlocked the door to the apartment the first thing he expected was to find his friend laying in his susual spot, curled up in a quilt on the floor sleeping. The last thing he expected was to be met by glass under his heel. Mirror glass to be exact, he scaned the room quickly, frames thrown and dishes broken. "Satoru?" He rushed into the living room he was greeted by Satoru, still Henshined. His claws scraping the floor, his chest hevening.

"Satoru?"The man reached for his own deck and belt but before he could the younger man lunged at him but Mitsuru easily dodged it "Whoa, calm down!" He managed to get behind him and out of his line of vision. The tiger was in one of his moods, a blinding rage of fury and he only got lir this on one occasion: when he lost. When they first met the young man found like this, eyes bloodshot with clouthes tattered and torn. His eyes were wild like fire but tranquil as the silence in a forrest. He saw himself. "Wake up right now! I know you can hear me." At the sound of his voice a light blasts and faded to reveal the same man from all those months ago. He still hid under the blankets like cave but now he would emurge to greet his fellow Rider in the morning. A time or two he would sometimes crack a smile. Those same eyes that glowed with firey rage now softened like ocean water after a storm. He was hunched over in a stance like his animal counterpart, crouching before advancing towards his prey. Still out of it, he glanced arround slowly but surly coming to his senses. Running fingers through raven hair he bagan mumbling words that seemed to Mitsuru was a long series of appologies to no one in particular.

"Mitsuru? Mitsuru!" He turned on his heels to meet the older man who immeadiatly wrapped his arms around Satoru, burrowing his head into his hair. "I've got you." Satoru was a mess the worst he'd seen in weeks. He must've gone to challenge another rider. This was usually the case when he charged in headfirst with no attack plan only to lose with only his life and rage. Now that he thoought about it hadn't he last fought Ouja? The man was sadistic, a total psychhopath that snake. Errr- both literally and in rider form. He didn't press on. "It'll be okay. It'll be okay." He spoke again and again until he himself and Satoru believed it.

Placing his Rider deck down on the couch next to him, he let Satoru rest his head upon his lap, like a kitten he lay fast asleep. No doubt dreaming of being the hero he wanted to be.

TBC