NEW LIFE CHAPTER PART 10: DANCE

There was a new arcade in Okinomiya and Mion had ordered the entire Gaming Club to assemble. Of course, to even out the numbers, Hanyuu had invited Chiaki along as well. Shinichi gave the tall No. 02 a glare before looking away.

"It's not worth it," he repeated to himself. Getting into a fight with Chiaki would just land him in trouble with Hanyuu and the little girl was scary when angry.

"Alright, we're gonna split into teams of two," said Mion. "Now, we're going to go in and play as many games as we can. In 3 hours, the team that collect the most prize tickets wins."

All the game machines in the arcade dispensed tickets depending on how many points were accumulated. The more points you got, the more tickets you got. The tickets were basically used to redeem prizes from the counter.

"And I've already assigned teams right here!" said Mion as she held a sheet of paper. "OK, I'm going to be with Kei-chan!"

"Obviously," murmured Shion with smile.

And the list was as followed

Mion & Keiichi

Rena & Shinichi

Shion & Satoshi

Rika & Satoko

Hanyuu & Chiaki

Mion had purposely paired everyone with someone they cared about deeply. There was no doubt in Shinichi's mind that Rika and Satoko cared for each other. They were orphans who'd lost their parents.

"OK, gang! Let's go!" Mion threw her fist up.

Once they entered, the lined up and bought their tokens.

Mion & Keiichi

"OK, Kei-chan, you're with me," said Mion as she took a red gun (Player 1). They were going to play a shooting game known as Zombie City. The object was to kill as many zombies as possible.

Keiichi picked up the blue gun (Player 2). "Let's kill some zombies!"

They inserted their tokens and the game started.

Rena & Shinichi

"Hau~! I wanna take it home~!" Rena rubbed her cheek against a crane game machine. It was a huge glass cube containing brightly coloured toys of all types. The object was to use the joystick to move the crane in the direction you wanted it to go. There were four buttons as well. The first two buttons controlled the cranes ascent or descent. The second set of buttons controlled the claw, making it open or close. Players were given a chance per-token.

"Rena-chan, you know that we can only get one thing per token," reminded Shinichi. "And, besides, this game doesn't dispense tickets."

"Rena doesn't care! Rena wants to take it home!" the girl replied.

"As much as you want to take it home, you can't, but I think I can get you something." He put in a token and placed his hands on the controls. "Which one do you want?"

Hanyuu & Chiaki

The two stood before a Whack-a-Mole machine. There were 9 circular holes on the machine and the holes were lined up in three rows with three holes per row. Hanyuu picked up a fluffy pink mallet she would use to whack the moles which would pop out of the holes.

"I can do this," the little horned girl said. "I can do this."

Chiaki put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Hanyuu blushed at the contact but smiled at him.

She put in the token and waited for the game to start.

Rika & Satoko

Rika and Satoko got on the bikes. The game they chose was a bicycle racing game. The video screens in front of them simulated a path and the bikes were the game controllers.

"Let's go, Nipah!" said Rika.

"Meh, I'd choose a more fun game but I did say you could pick first, Rika." Satoko rubbed her hands together. "Let's do it!"

After putting in the tokens the game started.

Satoshi & Shion

"Go on, Satoshi-kun!" encouraged Shion.

The Arm-Wrestling machine was simple. There were three settings: Easy, Intermediate and Difficult. A fake arm stuck out from the machine, bent up and the hand was in a gripping position. The objective was to push the arm down onto the mat.

Satoshi nodded. If he tried to win the game when it was set at Easy, he'd look like a wimp, but trying to play it on the Difficult setting may make him look pathetic as well if he couldn't win. He opted for the Intermediate setting. That would at least give him a fighting chance.

Sliding in a token into the slot, he chose Intermediate and took a grip.

Back with Mion & Keiichi

Mion had killed herself more than three dozen zombies without dying once. The same couldn't be said about Keiichi. He'd used up three tokens to bring himself back to life each time he got killed.

The machine had been dispensing tickets on Mion's side after she'd raked up a ton of points.

"Kei-chan, be serious!" Mion encouraged.

"Mion, these things keep jumping out of-OH CRAP!" Keiichi exclaimed.

A zombie had lunged forward and killed him.

Sighing, Keiichi put in another token to bring himself back to life.

Back with Hanyuu & Chiaki

"Au! Au! Au! Au!" Hanyuu exclaimed as she panicked while whacking the moles as they popped out of the holes. Unfortunately, her reaction time was too slow and she missed most of them as they popped up and escaped.

Chiaki could only watch as Hanyuu failed to get enough of them. She'd only won a handful of tickets as they were dispensed.

And the game was over.

"Au..." Hanyuu whimpered.

Chiaki silently sighed and took the mallet off her hands. He put in a token and got ready. When the first mole popped up he slammed the mallet down.

WHAM!

Back with Rena & Shinichi

Rena cuddled another stuffed toy Shinichi had gotten for her via the crane game. Shinichi had forgotten Mion's challenge. Seeing Rena smile was just motivating him to put in another token and grab another toy for her.

Back with Satoshi & Shion

Satoshi's arm was sore. He beat the arm at the Intermediate level and got cocky, so he tried to beat it at the Difficult level. He got beat and the impact his hand made with the mat was still hurting. Shion was massaging his sore arm.

"OK, my turn!" Shion said as she clenched her fists. She was going to beat this game.

Back with Rika & Satoko

Rika and Satoko already had an armful of tickets each. After the racing game, they had hit one game after another, gaining high scores. Needless to say they were having a lot of fun and with the tickets they had won they would be the confirmed winners of Mion's challenge.

After three hours, the Gaming Club regrouped. All eyes were on Rika and Satoko who could barely carry their collection of tickets anymore. Hanyuu and Chiaki didn't have that many. They only got a handful of tickets each. Mion got more tickets than Keiichi which just made Keiichi feel like a weak man. Instead of tickets, Rena had an armful of stuffed toys. Shinichi was carrying an armful as well. Shion had a few tickets too while Satoshi had a sore arm.

"Guess Rika-chan and Satoko win," said Mion.

Hanyuu looked guilty. Earlier, Chiaki had hit the Whack-a-Mole machine so hard that he'd broken it. It was a good thing none of the employees saw. As for Shion, she'd basically torn the arm off the machine.

"So, Rika-chama, what will the penalty game be this time?" Shinichi asked.

Rika's expression turned dark and everyone felt chills running down their spines.

"We shall see," she said in her creepy adult voice.

'I still get creeped out when she does that,' mused Shinichi mentally.

"Let's have some ice cream-nipah!" said Rika cutely, her personality going back to her default setting.

The gang had ice cream in Angel Mort and it was only while he ate that Chiaki removed his scarf that covered his face from the lower half all the way down to his throat where his 02 tattoo was located. It was often hard to remember that this big man once tried to kill Shinichi. He only ceased due to his friendship with Hanyuu.

They couples all sat in different booths, leaving Satoko, Rika, Hanyuu and Chiaki to be seated together. Hanyuu loved sweet treats and an ice cream sundae was always a good treat to have during summer. When she had some on her cheek, Chiaki wiped it off with a paper napkin, causing Hanyuu to blush.

Rika noted that they were close. While physically Hanyuu was a little girl, she had existed for centuries. In a few yrs, Satoko, Rika and Hanyuu would definitely grow up into beauties. At least, that was what Shiori and Shinichi had said.

Shiori definitely wanted to be Rika and Hanyuu's legal guardian. In her opinion, little girls shouldn't be living alone without parents to guide them. She couldn't adopt them, but the best she could do was to become their legal guardian. The only condition was that Shiori and Shinichi would need to move to Hinamizawa since Rika was head of the Furude Clan since she was the lone heir.

"A cherry for my cherry," said Shinichi as he picked his cherry up and held it up to Rena's lips. She opened her mouth and he popped it inside. Chiaki could only stare.

"He's a lot different than the BLACK 13 you knew, isn't he?" Rika asked Chiaki who responded with a nod.

As they exited Angel Mort, Hanyuu accidentally tripped and fell backwards. She knocked down three motorbikes which were parked there. "Au…" she whimpered.

"What the hell, you little brat!" a thuggish looking teenage boy shouted at her. He was accompanied by his friends. They were probably from out of town if they didn't know who Hanyuu was.

Hanyuu apologized and stuttered, "So-so-so-sorry!"

They didn't accept the apology but then the leader got hauled up by the back of his shirt. His two pals looked on in terror as they saw Chiaki lift the leader up and turn him around so they were staring eye to eye.

Shinichi spoke for Chiaki, "I'd leave the little girl alone if I were you fellas. She's with us." The entire Hinamizawa Gaming Club appeared to back up Hanyuu.

Chiaki dropped the leader and the trio quickly got on their bikes and drove away.

"Good riddance!" Shion called.

Later that night, in the Banabaras' apartment, Shinichi was home alone and sitting on the couch. "Ahh…this is the life," Shinichi thought aloud, just resting at home while watching some TV. It was set on a NWF match. He was taking a drink of soda.

"Tonight we have a special match up, between- Oomph!" the referee began to say but he was pushed aside by a... KAMEN RIDER! Shinichi literally did a spit-take.

"Huh!"

"By me," the newcomer, whose armor was based off a centipede, said. His suit was a tarnished silver color with the chestplate looking like plates that had been bolted together. His gauntlets and boots were grey. His helmet was silver with the jaws of a centipede framing the mouthplate, beady red eyes, and metallic feelers that reached all the way from the top of his head and all the way down his back. Around his waist was a belt adorned with a red crystal in the buckle that had a 'V' inside, "And my opponent is that guy." The camera turned to a Bengal Monitor Kaijin.

"Now let the fight begin!" the Centipede Rider said excitedly, rushing towards his enemy. The Kaijin tried to deliver a punch but the Centipede Rider dodged aside. He then swiftly kicked the Kaijin's leg, causing it to land on one knee. The Rider lifted the Bengal Monitor Kaijin up and over his head with arms fully extended then dropped the Kaijin down face-first. This move was known as the Gorilla Press Drop.

The Bengal Monitor Kaijin got up and ran towards the Rider, but he ducked and hooked one of the Kaijin's legs with one of his arms, stood up then falls backwards, flipping the opponent and driving the Kaijin back face down to the mat, with the Rider landing on top of the opponent. This was the Mountain Bomb.

The Rider got up and scoffed, "Tch! I knew learning those two wrestling moves would work for me one day." The Kaijin got up and moved sluggishly. "Normally I'll kill you in a flashier manner, but since my boss told me otherwise, I'll just use this." He gathered energy into his right arm and rushed forward, punching the Bengal Monitor Kaijin. It exploded from the attack and the crowd cheered.

Shinichi wasn't cheering though. He knew that match had been real and that that was a NUMBERS with a V on the Rider's gauntlets and its belt.

His phone was ringing

"So I take it the profit gain was good tonight?" Gebok asked casually.

"Good? They are through the roof! This is all thanks to you and that guy," the NWF executive said.

"Oh, no problem, but I can tell you this; you would make a lot more money when the first Rider and the one that appears meet," Gebok said, mentally snickering at how easily manipulating these idiots was.

"But are you sure that it will bring that guy back?" the executive asked.

"Oh I can assure you that will happen," Gebok said.

"Good. This should make an excellent fight," the executive said happily.

"Oh you have no idea," Gebok smirked. The fool had yet to see the Centipede Rider's true ability.

(Shinichi & Keiichi Split Screen)

The call came from Keiichi. He was telling Shinichi what he'd seen earlier on TV.

"Shinichi, did you watch the show?" Keiichi asked.

"I did. Another Rider is in the NWF and it's one of the NUMBERS," stated Shinichi.

"What do you think it means?" Keiichi asked.

"I'll tell you what it means. Gebok is deliberately trying to goad me into a fight that is going to be broadcasted all over the country." Shinichi frowned.

"So, are you going to do it? Fight, I mean," inquired Keiichi.

"Well, what other choice do I have?" questioned Shinichi.

"This seems like a trap to me, Shinichi," said Keiichi.

"I know, Keiichi. I know."

Meanwhile, we see a teenager performing a few break dancing moves in an empty locker room. He had a green bihawk, wore a red sleeveless shirt with a pendant of a skull, jeans and boots. He had a muscular build too. He then stopped to take a break. "Soon you're gonna get your ass handed to ya, BLACK 13," the teenager smirked.

He was No. 05: Kamen Rider Dancer. He was also known as Goemon Jaga.

And he was one sick and violent puppy.

(Shinichi & Rena Split Screen)

"Shin-kun, is that you?" Rena said as she spoke into the phone.

"Hai, it's me, Rena. I take it you saw the show on TV too," said Shinichi.

"I was actually going to watch my favourite show when I came upon the channel," said Rena. "Another Rider is fighting with Gebok's monsters on natural television."

"I know. Keiichi thinks it's a trap and I agree with him. Gebok wants to lure me into a fight with this Rider."

"Please, don't go!" Rena pleaded. "I saw how he beat that monster. He's strong!"

"Don't worry, Rena-chan. I won't be tricked into a fight," Shinichi assured her.

"I just want you safe. The NUMBERS all want you dead and I don't want you to ever leave me."

"I won't ever leave you Rena-chan," promised Shinichi.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Hey, Doc!" No. 05 the Centipede Rider called as Gebok entered the locker room. "Are you sure that BLACK 13 is going to come!"

"Oh, he will," Gebok said. "Are you ready for your next fight?"

"Heh, I was born ready," Goemon boasted. "Just make sure I get to fight BLACK 13 myself. I want to pay him back for when he ripped off my arms and legs and left me to bleed to death."

"Don't worry yourself, No. 05. I'll have it taken care of. You'll get your fight with BLACK 13."

"The others are going to be so jealous when I tell them I killed him!"

Gebok, however, thought otherwise, 'Do you really think my BLACK 13 will lose to the likes of you? He'll beat you like he did before, and make you suffer.'

(Mion & Shinichi Split Screen)

"I knew you'd call sooner or later, Mion," stated Shinichi.

"I'm just worried about you, Shin-chan," said Mion. "I mean these NUMBERS guys are after you, and one of them is practically calling you out with that stunt on TV!"

"Don't you think I know that, Mion? But knowing Gebok he's going to have a back up plan. What if he hurts those people who think it's just a show. I can't risk it."

"I know you can't, but you should be more careful. You may have survived fighting against them so far, but you may not be so lucky next time."

"Mion, trust me. I'm no fool. I won't let Gebok catch me, ever."

"Let's hope not. I'd hate to lose such a valuable member."

Shinichi smiled at her concern. "And I'd hate to no longer be part of the club either."

Goemon was surrounded by several GIN-SHOCKER Soldiers in the training ring. They were merely grunts or foot soldiers with no real function than to act as expendable cannon fodder. They were not as powerful as the NUMBERS or Cyborg Mutants, but they had their uses.

"Come on, you losers! Come get me!" Goemon challenged.

(Rika & Shinichi Split Screen)

"I'm going to tell you what I told everybody, Rika-chan," stated Shinichi. "I'm not going to take the bait."

"You're smart enough not to fall into such an obvious trap," replied Rika, "But you also know Gebok won't give up."

"He'll hurt anybody to get to me," said Shinichi. "I don't know about you, but eventually Gebok won't give me much of a choice than to go over there and fight."

"You told me before that you no longer wanted to rely on the Higurashi no Yaiba. I don't think that's such a good idea," said Rika with concern.

"It's my decision, Rika-chan. If I keep relying on that sword to win my battles then I'll grow too dependant on it. I'm fighting with my own power before I use it again."

Rika frowned. Shinichi was being foolish. At a logical standpoint Shinichi was right but on a more practical standpoint, Shinichi would need that sword.

"Just…be careful," Rika said. She didn't want to lose any friends.

"I will."

The GIN-SHOCKER soldiers lay sprawled all over the canvas mat of the ring or outside the ring on the floor. Standing victoriously in the centre was Goemon. "Didn't even break a sweat," he said boastfully.

A week later, a mailman actually came into the school during the middle of class to deliver Shinichi a letter. While Chie-sensei did not welcome the intrusion, she let the mailman hand Shinichi the letter. There was a circular blood red wax seal bearing GIN-SHOCKER's emblem on the black envelope. He stared at it with a frown before putting it in his desk. He would read it later on.

When school was let out for the day, his friends crowded around him. They were curious about the contents of the letter. Shinichi carefully cut the envelope open and reached inside. He took out the letter and unfolded it to read.

"What does it say?" Keiichi asked. Everyone shushed him.

"It's from Gebok," frowned Shinichi. He was tempted to tear the letter to shreds but he read it anyway.

Dear BLACK 13,

This is your daddy, Gebok. I do hope you receive this letter well. Anyway, No. 05 is becoming quite impatient. He really wants to fight you. He's not taking no for an answer either. So, what will it be? Will you come or not? If you don't, then No. 05 will go and rip that village you love so much apart until there is nothing else. So, please accept. The time of place is on the back of this letter.

Love, Hugs and Kisses: Gebok.

Shinichi turned the letter around and saw the date when the fight would take place. It was going to be tonight at 10 PM.

"I have to fight him tonight at 10," Shinichi said to his friends.

"Shin-kun, you must not go!" Rena protested.

"It could be a trap!" added Mion.

"I know that, but if I don't fight then No. 05 is going to tear this village apart. I might be able to restore everything using my Return to the Past system, but he'll just keep coming back," Shinichi explained. "I…have to do this."

"Shinichi, are you sure about this?" asked Rika.

"It's my destiny," he said. "I have no choice but to fight."

9:30 PM

Shinichi rode his bike towards the place where the match was going to take place. He did it without telling his friends that he was going. This was something personal.

"Henshin! Let's Ride: Showa!"

The armor enveloped his body and transformed him into Kamen Rider Showa as he picked up speed and dashed towards the venue. When he reached the stadium in Shishibone City, he parked his bike outside the structure and went inside.

Showa walked along the long hallway. His friends had forbidden him from accepting the challenge but what else was he supposed to do? Run and hide? He wasn't going to run and hide from his past. He was going to face it head on.

Once he entered the open area, cheers erupted for him. The spotlights shone down on him as he came up to the ring and leapt up and over the ropes before landing on the canvas mat. Standing before him was Dancer, the Centipede Kamen Rider and a member of NUMBERS. The Centipede Rider tossed a microphone into Showa's hand.

"Ah, BLACK 13, so you finally came," said Dancer as he spoke into his microphone. "I thought you were scared to face me."

"I wanted to wait until you got ready to die," retorted Showa as he spoke into his own microphone. The crowd went, "Oooooooooh," in response.

Showa eyed the crowd. "Are all these people here to see us fight?"

"That's right, and I like a captive audience," said Dancer as he snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, strong leather belts wrapped around the spectators and tied them to their seats. They let out cries of surprise as they struggled to get free but the belts were secured around them. They could not break loose even if they tried.

In an office in the NWF building, an executive was watching the match through his TV. It was a live broadcast. With him was Gebok.

"Why are all the audience members tied to their seats?" asked the executive.

"To make sure they get to see every single second of the action," answered Gebok.

"You!" Showa shouted, "What are you doing!"

"You see, BLACK 13, that I really haven't given you a choice. Under all the seats is a bomb," explained dancer as he spoke into the microphone, earning gasps from the audience. "No joke, wrestling fans. There is a bomb rigged right under your seats and my manager is holding the detonator. Now, BLACK 13. If you don't want me to blow all these innocent people sky high, you have no choice but to listen to my demands."

The executive asked Gebok, "Is he serious? Bombs?"

"Oh, he's just joking," Gebok excused Dancer. "A little suspense can get the audience excited. It'll boost ratings."

"Name it," Showa said.

"You and me, in the ring, right here, right now," stated Dancer. "We fight to the death!"

Showa nodded. The two Riders tossed their microphones aside and assumed ready stances.

A blade slid out of Dancer's right gauntlet at the wrist. "You don't mind if I arm myself, do you?" asked Dancer.

"Of course, and I will do the same. Weapon Ride: Showa-Blade!" He summoned his sword from his belt and gripped it tight.

"Now this is going to be fun!" declared Dancer as he charged at Showa. He thrust his blade at Showa who parried with his own sword before being pushed backwards. Showa swung but Dancer ducked and slashed the Cicada Rider across the chest, causing sparks to be ripped off upon contact. Gritting his teeth, Showa performed a reverse roundhouse but Dancer again dropped down and avoided the hit. His Pata (gauntlet sword) slid back into his gauntlet and he got on his hands before raising his lower body and legs up. He spun in place, spreading his legs, which smashed into Showa repeatedly and sent him flying. Touching down on his feet, his blade slid out and he swung, disarming Showa and then he stabbed his blade straight into Showa's stomach.

"Ugh!" Showa grunted as the crowd gasped

"Hurts, doesn't it?" questioned Dancer. "Don't worry, 13. I won't kill you, not yet anyway. I'm going to keep you alive long enough so I can tear off your arms and legs. Then, I want to watch as you slowly suffer and die." He withdrew his sword and kicked Showa hard in the faceplate, sending him crashing against one of the corner posts.

Showa placed a hand against the wound. It would heal, but not fast enough. His eyes fell upon Dancer who was stalking towards him. He had to try something. Grabbing the rope, he hauled himself up and balanced himself upon it before leaping at Dancer. He then shot out his legs and his feet collided with Dancer's chest, the force sending the Centipede Rider falling onto the canvas.

Dancer got back to his feet and decided to put his break-dancing to good use. He began to dance around Showa who stood in the middle. He jabbed at Showa with his blade but Showa spun out of the way and backhanded Dancer in the back of the head, sending him staggering forward.

Gebok, who was watching, smiled. BLACK 13 was designed to be able to fully adapt to any and all combat situations. This 'wrestling match' was no different.

With a growl, Dancer charged towards Showa and lunged with his blade. Showa grabbed Dancer by he arm and stabbed the Pata blade into the canvas. He then kicked the blade with his heel and broke it in half.

"MY BLADE!" Dancer shouted.

"I broke your sword, now I'm gonna break your bones," threatened Showa.

"I DON'T THINK SO!" Dancer screamed. His lower body then transformed. From the waist down his body was that of a centipede. It was long and he had 2000 legs (1000 on either side). The top three pairs of legs acted as extra arms. On his shoulders were cannons.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!" the NWF executive shouted in shock as the Centipede Rider suddenly grew huge with his lower body looking like a body more suited for a centipede.

"Exactly what you wanted," Gebok said smirking

"I didn't want this!" the executive protested. "First the bomb threat and now THIS!"

Gebok replied with a smirk, "Oh but you said you wanted an excellent fight, and now you have it."

"You…I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR THIS!" the executive snarled. He turned around to get the phone, but suddenly a tentacle pierced right through his chest. Coughing up blood, the executive turned around to see Gebok smiling with his right hand turned to a tentacle.

"Sorry, my dear fellow, but I can't allow you to do that," he said while withdrawing his tentacle, making the Executive fall down dead.

"Now let's see how you handle it, son," Gebok said, turning his attention back to the monitor watch the fight.

Rising to his full height, Dancer towered over Showa. He then lunged forward, slamming Showa hard into the canvas. Showa barely saw him move. He was lightning fast.

Using his gun would be a good idea, if he wasn't surrounded by spectators who were trapped in their seats. They would be hurt by his misfired shots and Dancer knew this. Showa rolled out of the way to make some distance between himself and the Centipede Rider who laughed in glee. Showa was surrounded as Dancer's centipede-like lower body circled around the ring like a snake coiled around him.

Dancer struck at lightning speed, striking at Showa relentlessly. Showa was being pushed around by Dancer who was bashing against him like a rattlesnake striking its prey.

With his cannons poised, he fired upon Showa with blasts of energy that sent him flying out of the ring. However, Dancer caught Showa and pulled him back inside. He dropped Showa and as Showa rose to his feet, Dancer began to bind his body around Showa, crushing him. Showa's arms were pinned against the sides of his body. He could not escape.

"I can't believe you've grown so weak, BLACK 13!" laughed Dancer. "What happened that made you so pathetic?"

Showa glared at Dancer's words. He called out, "Let's Ride: Biorider!" His body glowed blue before turning into a liquid form that spilled out of Dancer's clutches. Now the Centipede Rider was no longer holding Showa.

"Damn!" cursed Dancer. "Forgot you could do that."

Showa reformed back into his default form and clenched his fists. "Looks like things are about to go into overtime," said Showa.

"Oh?"

"HIGURASHI NO YAIBA!"

The sword flew right through the ceiling and into Showa's hand. He clenched it tightly. Dancer, knowing what the sword could do, lunged towards Showa.

"SING!" Showa commanded and his entire body released bright light and energy which blinded Dancer and forced the audience to cover their eyes.

When the light died down, Showa was in his Higurashi Form. He did a 'come here' motion with his hand and Dancer answered. He struck forward and attacked with the three pair of legs that struck and stabbed at Showa rapidly. He parried the blows with his sword. When he saw an opening he slashed Dancer across the chest, causing him to scream in pain.

"Just because you've changed form does not mean you can win, BLACK 13!" snapped Dancer.

"I beg to differ," said Showa.

"Have you forgotten that Gebok has the detonator? When I give the signal he is going to blow all of those bombs right up!" Dancer shouted.

"You really trust him that much?" questioned Showa.

"What is that supposed to mean!" snapped Dancer.

"Trusting Gebok is the worst mistake you can do in your entire life," Showa told him.

"SHUT UP!" Dancer lunged towards Showa, who then executed one of his attacks,

"CROSS CLASH!"

The cross slash sent Dancer reeling in pain. Several of his centipede legs had just been cut off. Growling, he called Gebok, "Doctor, activate the bombs!"

"No!" Showa shouted.

"Say goodbye to all these people!" announced Dancer maliciously.

But after a minute, nothing occurred.

"What?" Dancer gaped. "Doctor?"

"Sorry, No. 05, but it's time I let you go," said Gebok before breaking the link.

"Doctor? Doctor! DOCTOR!" Dancer's eyes glared at Showa.

"He's abandoned you," Showa stated. "I'm not really all that surprised."

"SHUT UP! THE DOCTOR HAS NOT ABANDONED ME! ONCE I'VE PROVED MYSELF HE'LL REALISE THAT HE NEEDS ME!"

"Face facts, No. 05. He's tossed you away like garbage," said Showa.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU AND DESTROY YOUR VILLAGE! THEN I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS!"

Unfortunately for Dancer, that was the wrong thing to say.

"Nobody…threatens…my family!" growled Showa as he placed his hand upon the cicada on the guard. "Rider…"

Dancer lunged towards Showa.

"CHARGE! HIGURASHI ZAN!" Showa performed his hissatsu and cut Dancer at the waist after dodging his attack. Dancer froze.

"No…" Dancer uttered before his entire body in the ring exploded. The massive fireballs erupted behind Showa.

"Game End," Showa said.

Gebok smirked and said, "I knew you could do it, son."

Daichi, who'd been watching the match on his TV at work murmured, "What a damn fool." He never really liked Goemon. The dancing fool was unstable. Well, he wasn't as unstable as Misato but still a loose cannon. "His first mistake was threatening 13's loved ones.

"The Higurashi no Yaiba? Are you certain?" Oryo asked as she sat up in her futon.

"Yes, Oryo-sama," nodded the informant. "Some of the men saw it being used on television by that...Kamen Rider."

Oryo frowned. The legendary sword was in the hands of an outsider.

The following day, as Shinichi arrived at school, he was confronted by his friends at the front door. "Hey, guys."

WHAP!

"Ow!" Shinichi yelped. "Mion!"

"We saw it on TV last night!" Mion snapped. "How could you go without telling us?"

"You promised you wouldn't," said Rena.

"You saw what 05 did," he justified. "He was going to kill all those innocent spectators. If I hadn't come then he might've blown them all up."

"Shin-kun, he nearly killed you," said Rena.

"And you told me you wouldn't take the bait," added Rika.

He sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry I went against you wishes even if I did promise that I wouldn't take his bait. But...I...couldn't help it."

"What do you mean?" Satoshi asked.

Shinichi seemed hesitant to elaborate, but answered nonetheless. "I've been hearing a voice in my head. It always repeats the same thing. It tells me to fight, over and over again." He looked everyone in the eye. "I think it is BLACK 13."

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, a meeting was taking place. Fourteen people, with thirteen of them hidden in the shadows of the dark conference, were in deep discussion regarding several past instances.

"I told you reviving the NUMBERS was a foolish idea," a female voice stated.

"We needed a way to test if BLACK 13 is still a viable weapon," a male voice countered in a thick German slur.

"When will Weapon Hunter Initiative Terminal Executor 14 become active?"

"WHITE 14 will be completed in due course once battle data from the NUMBERS has been collected," Dr. Gebok stated with a self assured smile. All sitting at a round table were 13 others scientist from GIN-SHOCKER'S various branches. Each one had worked on one of the NUMBERS.

"Hmpf! This is all your fault, Gebok. You should have known that tampering with BLACK 13's programming would lead to his defection."

"What's a soldier without freewill?" Gebok retorted to another of his so called equals. In his mind they had failed first and the so called WHITE 14 was just a joke. Time and time again BLACK 13 was proving he was the superior weapon.

"A weapon which is what the NUMBERS were and are meant to be!" yelled an older male.

"For the time being we shall continue to observe the interactions of NUMBERS and BLACK 13, "spoke a final voice thus adjourning the meeting of the creators of the NUMBERS.

Kamen Rider Chrome: And thus 05 (Dancer) of the NUMBERS falls at Showa's hands, again.

No. 05 was a creation of Warlord-Xana. Sorry I killed him off.