Okay, first chapter was a little rough. Re-reading it, I find myself having to go back and put the Japanese wording in. The way things ended up, using only English didn't sound right. And we usually only have a few different wordings for multiple sayings in Japanese. So this chapter I'm going back to putting the Japanese in, but only as needed.

Hiroto: You should have done that in the first place.

Sousuke: Don't say she should have done anything! It's her story. It's her experiment. Let her do what she wants.

Thank you Sousuke.

To redryuranger11 I'm glad you like the story so far. Yes, I know that there should be more humor in this, but I'm someone who happens to write a lot of serious stuff. I mean I can write comical, but it takes a bit and I have to be in the mood. As for the suit situation, I'm playing off a "what if" situation. I mean we've seen the suits get ruined before, but only if the attack was really powerful or the opponent was really strong (for example of either, see the "destined fight" between Rio and Jan toward the end of Gekiranger). The "what if" scenario here is what if the suits they have at the end of the show aren't quite the same ones they started off with?

Hanto: Melodious doesn't own any of us! Maybe the plot and the banki, but other than that nothing!

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Enjin Sentai Go-Onger Grand Prix 11.5: Rescue of Red

Lap 2 – Start the Search

The world was a bunch of scattered nonsense. It was a combination of muffled voices, high-pitched sounds and extremely blurred pictures. Anything that was even attempted to be understood was no more than garbled junk.

At least it was for Sousuke. He was floating in and out of consciousness. He wanted to know what was going on. All he could feel, however, was numbness or slight pricks of pain from various places on his body – most of them from his stomach.

When he could open his eyes, he continually saw two blurred figures over him. One had short brown hair with highlights, the other had auburn that looked to be longer than the first. He saw yellow and grey, but they didn't seem to be Gunpei and Saki. Gunpei never wore yellow, nor would highlight his hair. Saki would never dye her hair a different color, nor would she wear grey. So what was going on?

After a while, the civilian Go-On Red finally gave up on trying to hear and see what was going on. He completely closed his eyes and fell into a deep healing slumber.

At the same time, Hiroto and Miu finally felt that they were able to release the breath that they had been holding. The rookie was finally going to sleep. He had been fighting the anesthesia and liquid medications the doctors at the clinic had been giving him. Taking a step back from either side, the siblings allowed the doctors to truly move in and get to work on the young man.

"Ani, I'm worried for him," the young woman spoke to her brother as soon as they both were at the end of the bed.

"He'll be fine. If he really is a Go-Onger, he'll get past this," the man spoke, gripping his sister's hand. "After all, this should be nothing."

"To us yes, but that battle did do some damage to us well."

"Not as much as it did to him."

"That trident still did a nice job of making a tear down both your and my arms, ani," Miu made note. She recalled how just moments before two separate doctors had given them stitches, then wrapped the wounds.

"We'll heal faster than him. We've been fighting longer anyway. His team wouldn't know what to do."

From his pocket, Hiroto felt a slight jumping. Looking to his sister, the two left the room so the doctors could work on the racer in peace. Taking out his Grip Trigger, he took out a crimson cartridge and placed it in the slot where his own gold one would go. A hologram of a red car popped up.

"Doru doru! Who are you? Where's Sousuke?! I want my aibou!" the car cried out.

"Quiet," the civilian gold fighter spoke, "I'll tell you what's going on if you quiet down."

Responding to this, the hologram silenced. However it looked up at the older of the two Sutou siblings. The gaze was that of truly wanting to know what happened and where his aibou was.

"Listen," Hiroto spoke, "it's like this. Your partner was badly hurt. He's going to need time to recover. That and the suits need to be remade."

"The suits need to be remade? But they're made of the-"

"They're not strong enough!" Hiroto interrupted, "Whatever that weapon the BanKiJu used is made of, it's enough to destroy the suits. You're friend is evidence to that."

"Will my aibou be okay?" the little car hologram seemed to squeek.

"He'll need time to recover, but he'll be fine with time."

"When can I see him again?"

Just as the crimson engine soul spoke, the door to Sousuke's room opened. Two of the physicians that had been working on the former race car driver came out, followed by the others who went on to continue with their rounds. Both were very solemn with a hint of surprise in their expressions. Their formerly white jackets were now splattered with the dark red of blood.

Upon seeing this, Hiroto quickly took Speedor's soul from the Wing Trigger. He turned toward the doctors, making sure to hide both objects. Miu was able to help her older brother by taking the soul and putting it in her jacket pocket by the Go-Phone.

"How is he, sensei?" the young woman asked first.

"Your friend is in serious condition right now, but he will recover," one older men answered. "The wound that was made to the stomach missed the abdominal artery, but still caused some light damage to internal organs close by."

"We were actually surprised at how clean the cuts were," the other continued, "If we hadn't known better, it would have appeared that your friend had been cut with a surgeon's scalpel."

"What? That's not possible!" Miu cried, "He was attacked! And definitely not by a scalpel, let alone a surgeon."

"Well miss, I don't know what to tell you," the first doctor spoke.

"Thank you Hidenori-sensei, Uchiyama-sensei," Hiroto bowed before asking, "How long will it be until he's able to be moved to our home?"

A little confused at this question, the two physicians looked to each other warily. They discussed it quietly before returning their gazes upon the siblings. It was Uchiyama that responded.

"At least two or three days. We need to make sure that his blood supply has been replenished and his wounds have healed enough."

"Very well then."

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"Sousuke!"

"Sousuke!!"

"Sousuke, where are you?!"

"Sousuke! Answer us!"

The shouts of the three young men and one young woman fell on deaf ears – if there were any ears listening at all. It was two hours post-battle now and there was no sign of Sousuke or Speedor around where it had taken place. It was unnerving and it worried all of them, even though one of them wouldn't show it.

They had all seen him fall at the hands of the BanKiJu. His uniform had been destroyed before their eyes and blood and run down his skin. None of them had been able to go to his side and now he was missing. Where was he?

The young woman wrung her hands out of nervousness. Normally she would say, "Smile, smile." Now, however, was not a good time. She brought her hands up to her chest, closing her eyes as if to pray. They gripped each other tightly before opening her eyes once more.

"Sousuke, where are you?" she whispered.

One of the young men went over to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. He squeezed it gently, reassuringly. He tried to smile for her, but failed as his own worry for their absent team member still remained.

"We'll find him, Saki. I know we will."

"But Hanto, you saw him as well as I did! He shouldn't have even been able to move and yet we can't even find him!"

The civilian Go-On Green flinched at the cry. She was right, he had to give her that. And that's what made him worry as well. Their lead member hadn't been in the condition to move at all. But in the area there wasn't even a-

"Hey guys! Over here!"

The three who were wandering around hurried over to their team member. He was knelt over an area of the pavement that was covered in a dark red. By the looks of it, whatever it was was still wet. It made the other three shudder.

"Gunpei, how can you look at that?"

"Ren, it's Sousuke's. I know because he was right here when fighting the BankKiJu."

Ren straightened up, stepping back. He swallowed hard. That much blood? It was almost impossible for him to be alive now. With that much blood having been spilt…

"There's no way…" Hanto whispered, his voice echoing the others' thoughts, "He… He can't be…"

Gunpei lifted up a small piece of cloth that he found in the blood. He examined it thoroughly, making sure that he didn't miss anything. It was a piece of Go-On Red's uniform – that much he could see – and when he smelled it he caught the metallic scent of blood. The edges were smooth, not rough like they would be if it had been ripped from another piece of cloth. The cloth didn't seem like it had been torn. It looked more like…

"This has been cut."

"What?!" three voices cried.

"This piece of cloth was cut not ripped," the un-henshined Go-On Black informed, standing. "Whatever that BanKiJu used as a weapon, it can slice cleanly through our suits. Sousuke was the unfortunate first victim. I want to make it so that he's the last."

"But how are you going to do that? We can't even call up the uniforms unless we're changing into them," Hanto questioned.

Gunpei held up the piece of cloth. "We'll get this analyzed and then work from there. By the time we get Sousuke and Speedor back, everything will be ready."

"You mean if we get them back," Ren uttered. This earned him a glare from the other three. "I may be positive most of the time, but not right now. Right now, I'm being realistic."

Gunperd's comrade stood up and looked at Buson's aibou. His gaze was hard and determined. He wasn't about to let this team fall apart. Yes the bus driver was supposedly second in command and most knowledgeable, but he lacked the intuition and drive of a former officer. That was how Gunpei became a Go-Onger after all.

That and taking Bomper and the engine casts, but that wasn't important.

"Lets get back to headquarters," he spoke solidly, his eyes not leaving the civilian Go-On Blue's, "We'll be able to work better there anyway."

LAP TWO: YELLOW FLAG


Translations for those who need them:

Ani – short for aniki which tends to stand for "older brother" or is reference to the person of higher authority in a group

Aibou – usually used as "partner" for someone who is of equal or lower stature than another person

Sensei/ -sensei – teacher; honorific for someone who excels in a profession, in this case medical doctors

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