Author's Note: Thank you to Dash Master 48 and the Guest who gave the first reviews for this story. It is wonderful to hear from other Kamen Rider fans. Please enjoy Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

"Sento, aren't you finished my upgrade yet?"

"How much longer until you're done with the wifi link? I've got a podcast due in half an hour."

"Hang on guys. He broke my phone. I think fixing that should come first."

Sento pored over his work table, half a dozen unfinished projects swept aside in preference of the offending phone.

He hadn't meant to break it. And he'd been very tempted to leave it broken. It was much more interesting that way. Fixing a broken phone did not interest him in the least. But keeping Sawa on their side was preferable. He'd already experienced the dark side of wronging a reporter.

He sighed. Perhaps there were improvements he could make during the fix to keep himself interested?

"No upgrades," Sawa said, slamming her hands on the table to get to eye level with him. "I just want my phone back exactly as it was."

Sento's lips tightened and he slumped forward, settling into a pout as he poked at the phone.

Misora's wifi problem couldn't be helped. Four of his current projects required the majority of the bandwidth. Her podcast would likely have to wait.

Banjo's upgrade had been interesting to start with. It even had his hair perk up at the original idea. But he'd quickly discovered it was not quite as exciting as he'd hoped. The challenge had lasted less than a day and his initial concept had adapted to something much more mundane. Now it stood in isolated pieces, whining for his attention almost as much as its owner. As boring as it was, he did hate unfinished projects.

His other projects were much more important to him but the demands of his companions had outweighed his passion of late. It seemed that everyone wanted something from him now that he wasn't fighting villains every night.

Even his last ditch sales of minor projects to the general public had somehow taken off and left him with more work than time.

All the more reason to finish up with this phone then, he supposed. He lifted the screwdriver.

"Build, the Minister needs the report on the new system by 6pm tonight. Will you be finished?" Gentoku burst through the door.

Ah yes. That project.

"It'll be finished," Sento said, without looking up.

"By 6pm tonight?"

"Probably."

"Build! How are you going with my harvester?" Kazumi swept into the room, covered head to toe in dirt.

Sento looked up, a glimmer in his eyes.

"It's over here." He jumped from his chair and led Kazumi to a small handheld silver machine in one corner.

He pushed a broken motor and metal panel to the side and brushed off the harvester as he lifted it to present to his comrade.

"A handheld potato harvester. This little beauty is amazing. It basically made itself. Getting the torque right was difficult but-"

"Is it finished?" Kazumi interrupted.

"Yes. You just push this button here to get started and then-"

"Awesome. Thank you, Build!"

Kazumi took possession of Sento's creation and headed for the door.

"Wait right there, Grease." Misora stood in his way.

"Mii-tan!" Grease immediately melted into fanboy mode, soppy smile on his face as he took in Misora's frown.

She looked right past him to Sento.

"Why does this blockhead's potato harvester get finished but you can't even fix the wifi?"

Kazumi's expression fell and he clutched the invention tighter. "But-"

"She's right!" Banjo pushed in and shoved Kazumi's shoulder. "I've been waiting for that upgrade for more than a week now!"

"Well I need my phone for work. I could be getting the most important scoop of the day right now!" Sawa crossed her arms, standing protectively by her shattered phone.

"The report is a matter of national security!" Gentoku interrupted. "The minister-"

"Shut it, Crocodile," Banjo said. "The minister owes us. He can wait."

"What did you say, knuckle head?"

RING. RING. RING.

Sento took the call outside, confident no one would notice him leave.

He wasn't wrong.

"Kiryu Sento? My name is Hato Shijo and I work for Electrix. We heard you have information on the Pandora panels. We're currently working on harnessing their energy as a reusable source. We were wondering if you might be willing to share some of your research-"

"Wrong number." Sento hung up.

RING. RING. RING.

"I'm not interested!" Sento said.

"Build? It's Takeru."

"Ghost?" Sento let a smile creep through. "I didn't expect a call so fast. Akari told me she was building an inter-dimensional phone. I suppose it worked. I probably could have built one for her but she insisted she do it herself."

There was silence.

Sento's smile dampened.

"Ghost? Can you hear me? Is the phone working alright?"

"Yeah, sorry for calling. I'm sure you're busy."

Sento cocked his head. The kid sounded pretty down.

"Everything ok?" he asked.

There was a moment of silence.

"Look, I know this might be a bit out of line, but I was wondering if you might be able to give me a hand."

Sento shifted the phone. "We're all Riders. There's no 'out of line'. What do you need?"

"An interdimensional portal."

A portal?

"Some of my friends from the Gamma World need a hand but we don't have a way to get them help without opening a rift between the worlds. They're worried the illness could spread."

A controlled portal?

"Akari might be able to come up with something but it's not her specialty. Considering what happened last time with Enigma, I thought you might be able to help."

A controlled interdimensional portal?

"Build?"

Sento rubbed his hair, a tuft sticking up as exuberance came over him.

A portal! This was the best project ever! He would need a magnetic function and a –

His brain could barely wait for him.

"Give me an hour," he said and hung up.

He ran back to the lab, grabbing the blender and a network cable as he went.

His comrades were still arguing when he entered the room.

"Sento, where did you-"

"Everyone out."

"But-"

"I need to make a portal."

"Another new project?!"

"What's the portal for?"

"But what about my-"

The voices faded away as his work consumed him. Even a brief physical fight over ownership of the blender passed by silently in Sento's mind and he incorporated the piece of machinery into his newest invention.

When he tightened the final screw, he looked over his creation with a smile.

"It's done."

He looked around him to find everyone had left as per his original request.

He quickly scribbled a note and grabbed his belt and a few bottles before activating his newest pride and he felt a swell of joy as the blue horizon activated with a press of a button on his remote.

He didn't hesitate before stepping through and the portal closed behind him, leaving nothing in his stead.