Wow! The turnout for the first chapter was really something, I even got reviews from two of my idols. You guys really wanted to see this crossover happen, huh? Well me and The Swordslinger love writing it, so I decided ahead of time to not wait like I usually do, and just deliver the goods as soon as possible.

(Beta's Note from The Swordslinger: Don't worry, I'll make sure my lazy-ass friend puts some effort as I take out the whip.)

This chapter continues the first Henshin and the first fight Gentaro gets into in Honnōji Academy. Especially since I know it was a dick move to leave it off there, ahaha. But it was something me and The Swordslinger agreed to do, since it'd be a real good way to start us off.

Translations from the Beta:

Subarashi – Magnificent/Excellent/Wonderful.

Sen'i Sōshitsu-Fiber Lost.

Choice of songs for this chapter: Kamen Rider Fourze OST - Giant Step for the first part. Before my Body is Dry: Chorus Version for the second.

Without further ado, we'll begin the next chapter of Life is Cosmic! Honnōji… KITA! The Battle of the Hot-blooded! And the Tennis Queen Vs the Rider of Friendship!

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Takaharu stepped back slowly as he saw Kamen Rider Fourze emerge, the Rider slicked back his helmet as if it was his own hair and pointed dramatically at him with his fist. This was right before e tossed the student on his back to where Ryūko and Mako were, the half-dead man crying out in surprise as he was caught by the duo. Underneath the helmet Gentaro was already grinning in anticipation of the fight to come.

Fukuroda returned the grin and gesture, "Let's do this man-to-man, Kamen Rider Fourze!"

Without warning, Fourze crouched down and then sprang up! His arms thrown into the air as he yelled to the heavens, his voice carrying itself up to the moon and echoing throughout the entire school, "UCHU… KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

In response, the Boxing Captain threw a bunch of punches right at him, the boxing glove barrage being dodged by Fourze, thus making Takaharu see he needed to get closer. The Rider quickly brought up his right arm, grunting in pain as he used the lashing movement of his own limb to swat aside a punch that would have broken any normal man's ribs three times over.

Rolling to the side and leaping up, the hot-blooded Rider ran straight towards him, closing the distance with alarming speed.

Inumuta gave a brief sign of surprise as his handheld gave him data that frankly was surprising to his now slightly wide-eyed self, "100. 100 meters per 6.2 seconds on land. Currently, he's moving at over 16 per second."

Satsuki's eyebrows raised themselves marginally, the computer genius frantically typing into his handheld even as Fourze got up in Takaharu's grill before he even had a chance to ready another barrage of punches.

What happened next completely shocked everyone, even Satsuki herself stood straight up in pure shock at this sight: Fourze punched the Two-Star. A simple jab, something that he had thrown hundreds of times before at all manner of Zodiarts and people.

But the punch completely blew past the boxer's guard, and blew him back with a bleeding forehead, pure white eyes, and train of spittle flying from his mouth as he flew back, with a painful crash he hit the ropes in a heap.

Fourze completely stopped moving, and looked shocked as well, his hand raising to where his mouth plate was and a single embarrassed, "Ooops… Sorry!" came out before he moved to the downed boxer and waved his hand back and forth in front of Takaharu's face to try to get a response… or a sign of life.

Inumuta was speechless, for half a second, "TWO POINT FIVE TONS? TWO POINT FIVE TONS! In that single punch, he let loose enough raw physical force to level a concrete divider! He could punch a normal human in half with that sort of strength!" The data didn't lie, quite clearly on his handheld along with a vital sign of Gentaro's upper body, were the exact measurements for Fourze's sheer punching force.

Fourze had a rough punching power of 2.5 tons, in a single blow he could level a concrete structure, and to Satsuki this was something that was utterly alarming. Kamui could do the same process, but not to such a casual, even effortless degree.

The technology behind Fourze was put simply, designed for fighting beings that were far more durable than a human, and for foes with more power than even a Goku Uniform had to offer, in the short term for those who were unprepared, Fourze was akin to a tank.

The damage dealt by a single blow he unleashed eclipsed the output that they could muster to defend themselves. Or put simply, he hit like a runaway dump-truck.

Groaning weakly, Takaharu got up with a bleeding forehead, showing the other side of the equation. Gentaro finally stopped trying to fan him with his hands as he saw that outside of the shock and mild concussion that was already fading, the boxer was just fine.

Life-Fiber uniforms offered mild healing factors as well as equally versatile abilities, and before Fourze had much to worry about, he was back on his feet… if very uneven and dizzy.

"I… Impressive, ru-rule-breaker… But you'll n… need more than… th-that to put a Two-s-star down!" The Boxing Captain slurred out, his vision still blurry even as Fourze himself stepped forward with a hot blooded grin behind his mask.

Relief had washed over Gentaro quite quickly, alarmingly so for the boxer when the white clad masked teen put up his right fist, "So you're still ready to fight? AWESOME! Let's continue this man-to-man!"

His vision correcting itself with a snap of focus, Takaharu felt the blood rush through his body, every inch of him burning with excitement and his fighting spirit rising up!

"You… Yeah… Yeah! YEAH! Let's go! C'mon, rule-breaker! This fight, this battle, this match…! I ain't ever had one half as good before! Let's take this to the next level! I'm going to really lay into ya! So ya ready? This will be like the match between The King atop the Mountain, Ricardo Martinez, and The Samurai, Eiji Date!" Rushing forward, Takaharu slammed his fists into Fourze's, an explosion of force blowing through the arena and creating a ripple effect where the onlookers had their hair blown back!

Throwing off a barrage of jabs, the boxer felt his blood boil faster and hotter as the Rider parried them and threw out his own hooks and jabs, the very surface of the arena heating up as they seemed to dance across it in a flurry of punches.

Ryūko at this point was picking her jaw up from the floor, along with the half-conscious student, as for Mako….

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Gen-chan really was a Super-hero!" She had massive stars in her eyes that glittered with pure joy and excitement, and was bouncing up and down like she was a pogo-stick made out of caffeine and bliss.

"This… THIS IS AN AMAZING FIGHT RULE-BREAKER!" Takaharu cried out joyously as he unleashed a flicker-jab barrage, each punch flying out like a whips lash, streams of red boxing gloves flying through the air as Fourze once again closed the distance towards him, his arms shooting up to deflect blows he couldn't dodge.

Loud clangs of force echoed out as he stepped towards the boxer, to counter Fourze's approach a storm of fists was unleashed by the boxer, Takaharu appearing as if he was the mythological entity known as Asura, thousands of arms punching against a sole knight who determinedly kept on pushing forward towards him.

With the rhythmic beats of a sonic blast heralding his approach through the hurricane of blows, Fourze came face to face with the pugilist. He swung his arms to his sides, effectively breaking the guard by pushing aside the boxer's.

Standing face to face with the Rider despite his broken guard, Takaharu felt his excitement burn even brighter, the crowd's cheer in his ears making him punch at just the exact moment Fourze let loose a haymaker!

The arena seemed to rumble like thunder as their punches echoed out, skidding back, he felt one glove shudder, then shatter leaving his naked fist exposed. While the Life-Fibers dissolved and Inumuta let loose a noise half-way between a strangled gasp and a puppy whining as the data he gleaned blew his mind, Takaharu couldn't care less at the loss of his fist.

A rush of joy surged over him, finally an opponent who could make him struggle, finally a challenger had arrived to claim the belt he held! A true boxer did not hold onto his title out of fear of losing it, but to await a challenger capable of touching that belt. The King atop the Mountain had not held onto his crown to be the best, but to find one who could surpass his limit and give him a fight to remember.

Even if another would feel shock at seeing Life-Fibers be dissolved so easily, all he felt was excitement, in this moment he felt like he was on top of the world itself. Leaping back, he stared back at Fourze, euphoria washed over the shorter pugilist when he noticed that the Rider had not come out of that exchange unscathed. Fourze had a heavily scuffed arm, leaving the suit shattered in a few places, his human arm exposed underneath it to some extent.

"Rule-breaker, are you ready? This battle is about to only get more intense, I want to… No. I need to! I need to fight even harder, as a boxer, as a Two-Star… NO! AS A MAN! I need to see your best attack now, this is the end of our fight, so let's end it with a fiery climax worthy of our spirits!" He declared proudly, Fourze's quick and hot blooded response making his excitement grow even more.

"OF COURSE! A man's pride is the strength he can show to those he respects! Let's give it our all!" the white clad Rider shouted with his fists aimed forward.

Even as he spoke, Kamen Rider Fourze reached down for his belt, pulling on a bright orange switch that resembled a rocket, next a switch that had a drill shape on it!

"ROCKET." The belt shouted in a loud male voice.

"ROCKET~! ON~!" Now it sang melodiously.

"DRILL." It declared yet again.

"DRILL~! ON~!" As the belt sang out cheerfully bright glowing outlines appeared over his limbs, orange ones over his right arm took the form of an odd toy rocket like a kid would have while his left leg sported a large drill.

Inumuta gave another strangled noise before spluttering out, "I-I-Impossible! This energy signature, it exceeds Life-fibers by a fac-factor of ten! And rising! What in the name of the net is this power? Signature is… is based off of the energy of the universe itself! It's… COSMIC ENERGY!"

The outlines took a solid form, and thus a rocket and drill appeared over Fourze's limbs, making the rider cheer before blasting into the air above! The students felt their jaws hit the ground when Gentaro's right arm let loose a yet of flames to help him reach the sky.

Soaring high above the courtyard, he actually went above Satsuki's head, making her gaze snap up to see the Rider floating in the air, his drill spinning rapidly and creating a spiral above his body.

Pointing his rocket in the air to the ground, he blasted back down, the speed he gathered creating a sonic boom that shattered the graveyard silence which had gathered due to the amazing fight taking place.

The belt screamed out in excitement even as Kamen Rider Fourze shot towards Takaharu.

"LIMIT BREAK!" the belt proclaimed with a powerful, deep male voice.

Gentaro was just as jubilant, "RIDER ROCKET DRILLL... KIIIIIIIIIIICK!"

Mako was glowing, her whole body shone with golden light from the amazement she felt, "That's a true Giga Drill! It's the legendary Breaker that can pierce the Heavens with dual spirals of burning passion from the past, present and future! It's so…SO COOL!"

The short boxer readied his fist in anticipation as he grinned in the face of the human missile flying towards him, he readied his secret weapon, rotating his fist rapidly, as the fist gathered pressure and tension it released a mighty howl of excitement, before he slammed it forward like a drill.

"HEARTBREAK SHOT: TAKAHARU STYLE!" He had watched that tape religiously as a kid, the legendary fight between Eiji Date and Ricardo Martinez had inspired him to become a boxer, and if there was one thing he had longed to do for ages, it was to replicate that legendary technique that the Samurai had unleashed upon the King.

The air burned with the heat of his blow meeting the Limit break, and the very fabric of reality itself distorted into a spiral shape, waves of heat setting the arena posts alight. Four flames sprung into the air and even as the air itself caught fire, they morphed into four drill-like shapes, everything was building into a spiral as one could hear the air grinding due to the sheer speed and force being unleashed.

While energy of both the Cosmic and Life-Fiber equations were spinning around the two, from where she was, Satsuki saw only two drills clashing, Inumuta looked at the data he was getting with a dropped jaw, "Fifteen tons, his approximate force is fifteen goddamn tons… What absurd strength!"

Takaharu felt his body slowly being driven back, in response he just laughed eagerly as he poured all of his burning passion into the Heartbreak Shot! Fourze answered this impassioned attack with his own force, the air exploding just at the apex of their attacks meeting while a torrent of flames exploded from his rocket to further push him forward.

Cracks appeared over the surface of the boxer's glove, and just as it shattered he grinned widely then opened his arms wide as Fourze shot past him and slammed into the arena beyond.

The entire thing cracked in half, a fissure spreading from where the drill had impacted the ground, when the ground split explosions blossomed behind Kamen Rider Fourze, giving him an magnificent exploding backdrop while the air erupted into fire around him.

Behind him, Takaharu fell onto his back spread-eagled onto his back, a wide grin covering his face before he laughed out, "Incredible… Simply, incredible… Date Eiji, I wish you could've seen my tribute to you… We were…so goddamn awesome." The boxer's attention turned to the Rider who approached him silently, Gentaro flipped the switches on his belt, transforming back to normal and extending a hand down to him.

"Hey! Wanna be my bud? Your fists told me it all, you need a friend!" Takaharu could only laugh happily and grabbed his hand, shaking it once as he got up. The two of them shook hands once, gripping them tightly, pulling away Gentaro banged his fist against the boxers fist, before reversing the process as feudal drums banged dramatically.

Falling back with another laugh, Takaharu was picked up by the Rider and slowly carried down to where a bunch of stretchers had gathered, raising the boxer's hand in honor of his fight, the crowd went wild with cheers due to the spectacular match that had taken place.

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"Satsuki-sama, you would not believe the power of that suit… What kind of genius made such a marvel of engineering and construction? I wish I could meet such a brilliant man, and get the exact details on this powerful armor. But at the same time, it's not as impressive now that I've had time to compare the data between it and Shirō's data on the Kamui." Sitting upon her throne, the student council president had much to consider after witnessing such a splendid battle.

Even as she sat down upon the round chair, Inumuta walked in, excitedly telling her what he had learned from the battle with Takaharu, a Two-Star had been an excellent test-subject for Fourze's power. Especially more since both had been similar in personality and attitude, the fight had offered vast amounts of data for the computer-wiz to pour over in excitement.

"According to my readings and comparisons between the two, a Kamui offers vastly superior speed and agility based on Fourze's exact make up, the land speed record he can run at is in comparison to high end muscle cars, where as a Kamui is akin to a jet in an exact test. Using what you've given and told me about the exact nature of a Kamui, Fourze is slower than one. To offset this, the… Kamen Rider, has far superior defense and strength, think of it as the difference between Power Armor and a Power Suit. Superior attacking and defensive strength vs superior versatility and agility."

"In proper Japanese, Puppy, not your disgusting video game speech." Walking in, Nonon gave the blue-haired man a snide tone, but even she felt some measure of interest in what she witnessed, however their interest was completely dwarfed by Uzu's when the monkey ran in.

The green haired samurai was positively itching for a fight, the grip on his shinai tightened enough to where all present could hear the bamboo sword creak in anticipation, his eyes were wide to the point one could almost see them whirl into green flames as his fighting spirit poured out like a river.

Inside the room all those present felt the samurai unleash his fighting spirit, the room filling up with a static buzz of excitement. Before Nonon could protest Uzu was already on his knees in front of Satsuki, his breath heavy as his heart beat so fast he nearly felt his desire to battle the Rider control him.

"SATSUKI-SAMA! I request permission to fight Gentaro Kisaragi! He gave one of my boys one of the best fights I've ever seen in my entire life! After that fight, my heart hasn't stopped beating, I… I really want to fight that guy! Please! Allow me to battle him and see his strength with my own eyes! I need to measure my limits and fight him!"

"Denied. Until..." Satsuki immediately declared after Uzu's heartfelt speech making him look crushed to the point of depression, but what she said after made the monkey shoot his gaze up in hope, "Until he faces more Two-Star students. We need a much more accurate measurement for his exact capabilities in comparison to a Kamui."

Inumuta typed into his handheld, giving his opinion on the matter while Nonon looked annoyed at seeing Uzu scrape and bow in front of Satsuki, "If we had a second Kamui user, then it would be a simple matter to set up Fourze and them to either fight against each other or together to gain a measure of their abilities… Could the Director be persuaded to-"

"Absolutely not. My mother has more important things to do than indulge my desire to kill her. Besides, if we were to show her this data, then there is no telling what she would do with it, it could benefit or hinder the school's progression to an extreme degree." Satsuki said in a harsh response to the very thought of ever asking her mother for help, even if Ragyō could be persuaded to part with the few Kamui that actually existed in the world which was a long shot if there ever was one, she would be far more interested in why Satsuki wanted one to begin with and what she wanted to use it for.

That would lead to questions that Satsuki did not want to answer, and even more disturbingly lead to involvement from parties she would rather not catch the interest of, not the least of which was the Grand Couturier herself.

No, she had to make do with the current situation, and more importantly find a way to get Gentaro to fight more Two-Stars.

Her hands arched themselves slowly as she shot a look towards Uzu, "Sanageyama."

Her voice made the monkey get up and look at her in askance, "Yes, Satsuki-sama?"

"Tell me, do any of your club captains wish to impress me and yourself?" she asked with her ever stoic face.

Uzu couldn't hide his grin, "All of them do, but there is one who has really been trying hard lately, she's a real go-getter."

This got her interest, "What is their name?"

Uzu gave her a wide grin, exposing pretty much all of his teeth in it, "Omiko Hakodate, the Tennis Club captain and Olympic Nationalist. She's our go-to girl for the Hokkaido match coming up soon."

Satsuki could almost smile at that knowledge, she settled instead for a slightly amused curl of her lips, making Nonon's face widen into its own smirk.

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"Ah… Ryūko-chan, would you be as kind to meet me in my office?" As the trio of avenger, Rider and airhead moved from the courtyard, many questions already blooming in the red-locked girl's mind, not the least of which was how the hell Gentaro even had a Rider Belt, she saw Aikurō Mikisugi walk towards them with a lackadaisical wave.

Mako was already pulling on Gentaro's hand eagerly, making Ryūko flash the two a sheepish nod as she apologized, "Sorry guys, I'll meet you after I get back from this."

"Of course, Ryūko-chan! Give it your best in meeting with Aikurō-sensei!" Gentaro was cheery as ever as he declared that, making the girl give him a more confident grin before she walked off with the shabby looking teacher.

"Alright teach, what's the big deal? Why'd you want to talk to me, and what the f-" As Ryūko walked into Aikurōs office, she was suddenly blinded by an intense light.

Her jaw clenched in disgust and annoyance as she saw the man swipe off his glasses, his hair suddenly slicked back into a wild untamed and overly sensual look, it even gained a bright blue glister. Ripping open his shirt, he revealed a heavily toned body that was glowing a bright pink on the parts she didn't want to see on a man unless she got married, with especial emphasis on his nipples shining.

She could only flinch and cringe in utter shock as the man posed in front of her, his tone shifting entirely from its bored and listless tone to a voice best described as being right out of a porno, "Welcome little Ryūko fly, to Aikurō's Spider Parlor of love. I have many important things to tell you, not the least of which is give you a gift your father wished for you to have."

Her brain needed a few seconds to formally restart as all her right eye seemed to be doing was to twitch rapidly, "What. What. What. What. What. What. What. What. What. What. The F... Ok, am I really going to question this bull with reason?" She said as her brain finally snapped back to focus and her face gained a bright blush at the sight of the half-naked man posing in front of her like he was out of a fabulous comic book. She then settled for trying to shake off whatever mental scars she already had forming.

The man merely posed once more as she stumbled backwards onto a chair, his entire chest thrust forward as he told her with a flourish while his pants slowly slid down, "You have questions, I have answers, and more importantly, a birthday gift from your father. As an apology for all those he missed before."

Leaping to her feet in shock, Ryūko pointed her Scissor-blade at Aikurō angrily, her voice coming out in a harsh tone that said to stay away from her, "What the hell do you know about my dad?! Why the hell did he even tell me to come to this forsaken school? And more importantly, who the hell killed him?"

Her tone was utterly harsh and filled with barely restrained rage while the flamboyant man merely bowed his head in sorrow and acceptance of her fury, "Your father Isshin was a great man, a brilliant one as well. He was a leader to the organization he created for us, the wonderfully splendid Nuuuuudiiiisssst beaaaaacchhh."

His voice came out in a long overly dramatic drawl, killing Ryūko's anger and making her eyes look completely flat, "Nudist what now?"

"NUUUDISSSSSSSTTTTT BEAAAAACHHHHHH!" The man in front of her said dramatically once more while part of his half-exposed crotch glowed pink too, adding a more nauseating light that made her want to go blind.

It also got the girl to pinch the bridge of her nose, "Okay. Say I believe you and totally don't think you're a freakin' maniac whose more full of diseased crap than a sewage treatment plant, what proof do you have that my dad created an organization called… ugh, Nudist Beach?"

Saying the name alone seemed to make a part of her brain want to break out of her skull.

Here the man gave her a small grin, even as he sat down next to her and invaded her personal space to a degree she was close to stabbing him for, her blade swung up and prevented him from getting closer than he already was when he got incredibly close to her personal space limit, "I'll show you the proof. Ryūko-chan. Are you ready to see it? It might turn you white with terror, I must warn you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you flippin' crazy-ass freak. Show me or whatever so I can get back to Mako and Gentaro then hopefully get some decent lunch." She said scooching away from him with a look of disgust and annoyance balanced perfectly together on her face. Aikurō merely posed once more, before he slammed his fist against a raised section of the wall.

The couch seating the red locked girl's nice tushy suddenly slid into the wall, revealing a huge hole beneath her leading into a slide like tunnel.

Her head snapped down to stare at the abyss below her before she fell, her voice screaming in anger and terror even as Aikurō posed dramatically above the hole, "I'll see you in a few hours if not a day Ryūko-chan… Oh. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY! SUBARASHI!"

"YOU FRIGGIN' SHINY NIPPLED AAAAASSSHOOOOOOLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!" Was her very eloquent and masterfully put together response.

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"I wonder what Ryūko-chan is doing to take this long… She might be in trouble! Don't you think, Gen-chan? She might be fighting off horrible spirits trapped in a terrifying puzzle game! Or fighting off evil looking black alien creatures with acid for blood! Or! Or! Fighting off crab-faced clicky things!" Mako's imagination got the best of her as she thought of Ryūko fighting off deformed humanoids in leather outfits with one's head covered in nails, weird black aliens with heads resembling male genitalia, and crab faced creatures in body armor with creepy metal masks that were fully armed to hunt.

Gentaro laughed at the coconut-headed girl's worries, "Don't worry, Mako! Ryūko's strong, I can tell. She said she'd see us again, so I trust her."

Hearing those words, Mako sniffed and forced her tears to stop with a determined nod, "Y-Yeah! Ryūko-chan is pretty cool, so I'll believe I'll see her again because she's also my friend!"

"That's the Mako I befriended!" he said with a wide grin, "Don't believe in the me that believes in you, Mako, or the you that believes in me. Believe in the Mako that believes in yourself."

She pumped a fist up, "But I also want to believe in the Gen-chan that believes in me, just as much as I believe in the Mako that believes in you! Because… we're buds!"

"Damn straight!" he said as he also pumped his fist to the sun.

All around them, everyone stared at the odd duo with raised eyebrows. It was like seeing lost twins of sorts. Sure, they looked quite different, the lanky but strongly built Rider was far more flashy than Mako ever could be, and the coconut head's most outstanding attributes were the large amount of mass she had on her bust and the cuteness of her round and innocent eyes. And yet, it was like seeing a brother and sister sharing a brain.

It was like staring at two suns. Both were so grossly incandescent with their cheerfulness like magnificent bodies of light and warmth. One could almost praise them.

The day seemed to pass by lazily, and yet neither of them saw Ryūko in the slightest, thanks to Gentaro's reassurances Mako didn't worry, and just as the day seemed to come to a close, the coconut headed girl remembered something that had her gasp in shocked horror.

"Oh! My! God! I forgot! I had Tennis Club practice today! Omiko-senpai said she'd kick me out if I didn't show up again!" Her hands clapped to her cute hamster-like cheeks that made you want to pinch them with a horrified expression.

Gentaro's face grew serious and super chiseled, as if he was a character in a deeply manly manga, "We must get you to Tennis Club then, Mako-chan!" He surprised Mako yet again for what seemed like the first time again, Gentaro seemed to make everything he did seem like it was new no matter how ordinary.

A swift cry of countdown and a dual cry of "HENSHIN!" later and Mako was screaming at the top of her lungs while she and Fourze sailed through the skies thanks to the Rocket Switch.

The flying Rider flew them straight into the tennis court, stopping only to get directions on where to go from shocked students that had to look up at the skies to find out who was shouting at them. When they landed straight into the tennis court, and after returning back to normal, Gentaro was whistling in relief loudly but the huge grin on his face shone so brightly it made up for the shock Mako went through in his crazy state of mind.

"Omiko-senpai, I-"

'TUNK-TUNK-TUNK!'

As she ran straight onto the court with her finger raised dramatically to explain why she had been absent for most of practice, a machine-gun volley of tennis balls slammed into her cheeks, making Mako tumble bottom over teakettle onto the court with a huge inflamed cheek.

"M-MAKO-CHAN!" Exclaiming her name in horror, Gentaro rushed over to his fallen friend, who oddly enough seemed perfectly fine as she tried to talk to him through a swollen cheek that looked like she got pinched by a particularly ornery crab, or had a bad case of allergies.

"Mmmn 'ine Gn-twhan! Mko-entai sss lurk dat!"

He stared at her long and hard, before declaring the truth in his heart, "I'm sorry, I didn't get that."

Before Mako could muffle some other odd answer, a loud female voice interrupted her.

"So you once again skipped out on practice, under-classman? I've been growing impatient with you ever since the semester started, and I finally have had it with you messing around instead of trying to improve your status in the school! You're… OUT! Pack your stuff and leave!" Gentaro could only look completely shocked at the woman who strode out in front of him, she was best described by these words: shark-like.

Her impressive dentures were entirely made up of sharp, shark-like teeth that glittered nastily when she was frowning, and she was currently doing that quite a bit. Her hair was done up in a long pair of pale blonde pigtails on each side of her head, each of which flowed down to her midsection like streamers, and over her body she wore a two star tennis-uniform.

Said outfit clung to her body in a manner where one could tell she was possessed of an altogether very impressive bust, and exposed her legs via a skirt, said legs went on for days and were quite toned for their exposure. Over her feet were worn a pair of tennis sneakers, but what really stuck to Gentaro's mind and what made him gape in shock.

Was the extremely odd piece of head-gear she wore, beneath one of those typical topless tennis hat was a multi-lens zoom-in capable camera like eye that seemed to check his lean muscular body out briefly - or was that just his imagination? -, her other blue eye was exposed and currently narrowed into an furious glare. Over her shoulder was slung a gigantic tennis racket made out of the same red threads that his new best bud Takaharu's gloves were made out of, and a literal collection of tennis balls were slung underneath her skirt, somehow magnetically clinging to her tennis outfit and her overall skin.

"Oi, Omiko-chan! You can't kick Mako-chan out just 'cos she was enjoying the day with me and showing me around!" he proclaimed defensively for the coconut haired lass.

"And who are you to tell me what to do with my under-classmen, eh? And how dare you, a No-Star, address me so casually?" Her volume although impressive wasn't quite up to Satsuki or Ira's level, and so her shout didn't blow Gentaro back or ruffle him much. He was thankful, he didn't know what he'd do if more people threatened his pompadour.

He pounded his fist twice into his chest, aiming his finger afterwards, "Kisaragi Gentaro! I'm the man that will befriend everyone here in this school!"

One could almost hear her and the other tennis club members' right eyebrows shoot up. Said girls had braided pigtails and wore their One-Star uniforms designed for tennis. Gentaro briefly wondered if there was such a thing as a woman able to give birth to armies of twins or if the school was made of clones. In reality, everyone was forced to dress the same only if they didn't possess a uniform with more than one star. Those below Club Captain level were forced to dress and even comb their hair the same.

If one could break the mold, then they were able to move up the ranks and progress, that being said there were students who openly wore what they wanted with no concern, such as Mako and her no-star status or Gentaro by his very nature as an independent human being.

But that was a part of the school rules he didn't read after finding information of the people he wanted to befriend, i.e. Satsuki and her school's four best members. Well, four best after her.

Dragging herself to the safety of the pompadour, Mako spoke once the swelling settled down, "Please, Omiko-senpai! I know I didn't come here, but in Mako's mind being with my friends is on the top of my list along being with my family! Mankanshoku Mako knows her priorities: first, family and friends; second, croquettes; third, saying what's in my mind and heart; fourth, clean underwear; fifth, food; sixth, miso soup, and seven, club practice!"

Omiko snapped out of her confusion, asking angerily, "Are you trying to actually piss me off?!" she couldn't believe someone would say that seriously, not even someone as mentally questionable as Mako.

Gentaro watched the blonde pull out a tennis ball from her skirt, throw it into the air, and swing her enormous racket with the ease one would have in swatting a bug to throw the ball at high speeds. Mako couldn't have reacted even if she wanted to. The tennis ball went at speeds the likes of a bullet, which should have made the coconut head splatter like a grape even if they were made of rubber.

And that was probably what shocked Omiko the most when Gentaro's hand caught the ball. Granted, he didn't get out unharmed. She watched his teeth grind together as the ball kept on rolling on his palm at high speeds, the friction burning his skin until it stopped.

Gentaro then gave her a smile, panting from the will-power he used to control the pain from getting to his voice, and he had one eye shut to try to not hiss at the burning sensation in his palm, "Sorry, Omiko-senpai."

She was even more shocked when he let go of the ball and… bowed?!

"Please, let Mako keep on playing!" he then stood straight up just as quickly, "I don't want you to lose a friend like Mako because she missed practice!"

His smile was genuine. His words came from his heart. And her lens could tell he wasn't acting at all.

Thus, her mouth curled into a true shark smile, "Are you kidding me?" then she turned back to sneering, "Who'd want someone like her to drag their club down?! She's the very example of undisciplined! I can't let someone like her remain here without tarnishing the reputation I built for this club!"

Gentaro made her eyes widen when his face turned determined and his feet advanced a step each towards her, "But clubs are supposed to be a place where friends who share something they hold dear, a link that ties them beyond words and ideas, remains forever in their memories! Would you truly kick Mako out of that?!"

Her eyes were dull and her reply even duller, "Hell yeah. Just because you gave an impassioned speech, doesn't mean I'll need to listen to you! If you want to prove a point and make me accept that lazy under-classman back in, then how about we make a wager, eh, Slacker?" Omiko dug her pinky finger into her ear, flicking her finger with a bored glare that suddenly turned demonic, her teeth exposed in an utterly nasty grin.

"I'll accept if it means Mako can keep being your friend!" Gentaro stepped forward, his face set in a confident grin that made Omiko snicker loudly, her arms thrown to the side as she shrugged casually. Without warning she suddenly emitted a terrifying aura, her very nature seeming to turn feral.

She sneered at the thought, "Who needs friends?"

Her question was low, "What did you say?" Gentaro asked, sounding genuinely confused, but whether he heard her or not was up to interpretation.

Pulling the brim of her tennis cap down she ignored him, her visible eye seemed to glow an ominous blue as steam escaped from her mouth, her next words seeming to hang on the air evilly, "You'll need to beat me in a tennis match against my club. Either with a friend, or by yourself. If you lose then you, the slacker, and her peasant family will be removed from Honnōji Academy and Honnō. By force."

Without hesitation, without a second's thought, without a moment's fear, Gentaro stepped forward and banged his fist twice against his chest, feudal drums banging dramatically as he pointed at Omiko, "When I win I want you to be my best bud! There is nothing more valuable to me than seeing the smiles of friends old and new! And I want Mako to be back amongst her club members too as your friend!"

He said with the absolute certainty of a man who knew his destiny and grabbed it into his hands and shook it until it mooed.

The shark-toothed tennis captain merely let loose a nasty sneer as she mocked him, "Pffh, when you win? You have no idea who the Hell I am, do you? I've won Gold Medals for Japan for the past two years and still running, I'm Omiko Friggin' Hakodate! And you, Slacker, are going to be in for one nasty game! See ya in about thirty minutes, ahahah!"

She cackled evilly, her vapid looking club members giggling as well as they walked away, Gentaro merely grinned widely at Mako who was looking at him with teary eyes, "G-Gen-chan, I might be thrown out of this school with you! You want to risk that ju-just for Mako's-"

"For Mako-chan's happiness! I don't want to ever see the faces of my buds in tears! I want them to smile and laugh with their honest feelings shown because that's the way I know they're truly happy." In that moment, the coconut headed girl saw Gentaro seem to become more than a Rider or a student, she saw him as a true hero and, more importantly, a true friend.

Her tears poured down like a river as she began sobbing in happiness, the tears flowing to such a degree that the tennis court was briefly flooded.

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Inumuta watched everything through the eye of his handheld, and scoffed, "What an idiot. He is either too stupid to realize how far he dug himself, or he truly believes he can find his light in this world of d-"

"Snore… Oh, sorry, I didn't act that well enough." Nonon said with her usual mocking face.

Inumuta wasn't fazed, "I'd appreciate to know what you're plotting on these people. Matoi seems to have disappeared, swallowed by the earth itself, perhaps. Meanwhile, Kisaragi is trying to befriend Sanageyama's chosen captain to see more of his worth. Granted, individuals as single-minded as him are perhaps one step below amoebae on the great scheme of things in my eyes."

She smirked more, "Oddly considerate of you seeing how microbes and computers are your only friends." Then she put a finger to her lips and rolled her eyes up, trying to look innocent, "Then again, I could have my own thing planned… And I'm not telling you!"

The two shot each other heated glares, flashes of lightning shooting from their eyes and meeting with sparks upon collision.

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"Well, well, well! Glad to see you could make it here on time, Slacker. You playing alone?" Omiko was surprised, she honestly expected Gentaro to bail against her, but what surprised her more was how he put his belt on the moment he entered the court.

"I'm not alone! Because I have my heart burning with the desire to be your bud! And more importantly, I know Ryūko-chan will join me!" Gentaro had made a quick call to Ryūko prior to the match using his special phone that turned to be the No. 30 and No. 31 Switches, Magnet. Said phone was naturally called, NS MagPhone.

The red-streaked girl seemed to be in a pretty annoyed state, but more noticeable was how embarrassed she seemed as she told Gentaro she'd join him on the court as soon as she got there.

Gentaro could damn near swear he heard a masculine voice telling her not to wear any other clothes but himself, and that he was all she needed as an outfit, Ryūko suddenly shouting, "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU BLOOD-SUCKING BASTARD!" without any warning before frantically telling him she'd call back later.

Mako was there with him when they heard such a thing, and Gentaro actually saw a white bubble/cloud thing pop over her head, with a picture of Ryuuko naked and about to be bitten by some odd monster of sorts while a cartoonish Gentaro tried to drive a stake through its heart. Said monster looked a lot like Christopher Lee did in his forties to fifties.

As he stepped forward onto the court, he was already flipping the belt's switches with a confident grin aimed at Omiko.

"3!" Satsuki silently observed this from her tower in her round seat with some tea ready, Inumuta eagerly typing away as he gathered data from Gentaro's body.

"2!" Uzu stepped in, his shinai tapping against his shoulder energetically, while his eyes focused their gaze to the utmost as he stared right at Gentaro.

"1!" Omiko swung her racket slowly, picking up speed before suddenly clutching her heart with wide eyes, feeling its beat increase when her battle spirit seemed to spike up rapidly.

Pulling the switch back, he roared out as he threw his hand up!"HENSHIN!" With that, Gentaro transformed right into Fourze, but something was distinctly different.

Fourze knelt down suddenly, then sprang up in utter excitement as he roared out, "UCHU… KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Inumuta cringed, "It's like he believes that battle cry will give him luck or something. How sad. Hmm?"

Everyone noticed what was different, Fourze slowly pulled out the Rocket Switch and another, and replaced them both with a bright red and bright purple pair of switches respectively.

"~MAGIC HAND~!"

"~HAND~!"

"~MAGIC HAND ON~!"

"~HAND ON~!"

Letting loose a loud gasp of excitement, Inumuta looked at the data being shown as two hands attached to long gripper arms appeared over Gentaro's right arm and right leg respectively. One was a massive heavy looking tool, the other appearing more delicate.

His shout echoed out past the moon itself, even as the arms attached to his limbs shot out, Omiko dodging to the side as she saw them reel in three tennis rackets.

Each arm grabbed one, while Fourze held the third in his spare hand, one favored by his left hand, the other two the extra right hands, with all three gripped in his hands, he suddenly a helmet-slicking back pose with his actual right hand before he excitedly shouted, "Kamen Rider Fourze, Three-Racket Style! Let's do this, man-to-man!"

She stared at him with a blank look in her eyes, "I'm a woman."

He paused, "Oh…" a breeze flew by, blowing a tumbleweed in the middle of the tennis court, "Then let's do this mano-a-mano!" he shouted, with his pose still intact.

Mako stared at him from the sides, "Amazing! Gen-chan can do all sorts of cool and odd things with those arms! I bet he could cook for an army in three seconds with them!"

A voice to her side chuckled, "I bet he would."

She turned, and gasped, "Fu-Fukuroda-senpai?!"

Said short boxer was in a No-Star uniform, but it was different. The pants were cut at the knees to resemble shorts like the ones he wore, he was still shirtless even if the No-Star jacket covered his torso, opened to show his lean but strong built. He no longer had the headgear, and the only boxing gloves he had were hanging around his neck, hung together by the tied up laces resting over his shoulders and leaving his hands were exposed. They were large in comparison to his body size, and had many scars on the knuckles. Around his fingers he had somewhat bloody bandages wrapped on, showing that he had earned his position through honest dedication to boxing.

He grinned with his the gap between his teeth showing, crossing his arms, "Surprised, Mankanshoku? I'm a No-Star now." He sighed, "Well, all champs must fall one day, but…"

He stared at Gentaro in the tennis court, and Mako grew worried, "You're not mad, are you?"

He shocked her by laughing happily, "Hahahahah! Why would I? I got a damn good fight out of meeting him!" he then stared at the Rider and raised a fist, "Oi, Kisaragi! Don't you dare lose after taking my belt!"

Mako nodded and cupped her hands to her mouth, "You can do it, Gen-chan! This Mankanshoku believes in you! Even if there's no justice or kindness in this world, Mankanshoku Mako will believe there is always a Kamen Rider!"

Gentaro turned and gave them both a thumb up, "Don't worry! Like I said, I plan to make a new friend! I won't give up on that!"

"Enough talk, Slacker. You ready? You're about to face the greatest tennis player in all of modern Japan!" Omiko flashed Gentaro a wicked grin even as she was bouncing a tennis ball in her hand.

Fourze faced her and merely held out his tennis rackets, giving her a grin behind his helmet, "Let's do it, Omiko-chan!"

His confidence and informality annoyed Omiko, without further talk she swung her gigantic racket forward while giving a loud cry, "ONE HUNDRED BALL BARRAGE!

The killer slice she served seemed to divide the ball into a hundred smaller ones, each one flying right towards Fourze! To everyone's shock, the Kamen Rider merely cheered as he hit the ball back!

The rackets his switches held shot out via the Magic Hand and Hand arms and smacked back the tennis ball flying right to his face. Omiko sucked in air from shock as her special shot, a serving so powerful it created the illusion of countless of balls swarming over every single angle around her opponents, was parried by three rackets.

But Gentaro knew he had to keep up. With or without his tankier suit's build, that shot had managed to break light itself to create an illusion of countless tennis balls shooting at him. Had he not reacted out of instinct and battle experience, his body would have flipped backwards countless times against the spiked walls that surrounded the little arena he and Omiko had to "fight" in while desperately trying to parry the serve she sent his way.

Controlling all three arms with focus born out of constant battles and a mind of their own the limbs seemed to have to help him to realize difficult tasks, Fourze not only excelled against the One Hundred Ball Barrage, but served it back right at her. Omiko's racket expanded in size and caught the ball without effort, but her hand rose to her sharp teeth, biting her thumb angrily as that wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to even be able to compete against her!

Furiously, she gathered her strength, before the Tennis Captain swung her racket again, this time with greater speed and force.

"TWO HUNDRED BALL BARRAGE!" This time, the hundred balls doubled and one could see the air rippling around the powerful shot. It flew like a rain storm over the Rider's head.

This time Gentaro was worried, 'I'll have to bet it all on this! Here I go!' Fourze swung his rackets out like a series of flails, the rackets catching as many of the illusionary balls as possible before he gasped when his Hand Switch arm extended and shot forward, sending the real ball flying over Omiko again!

This time she actually had to move, barely more than a few steps to swing her racket and catch the tennis ball, but her face turned a bright red as Fourze cheered loudly.

"I did it!" he shouted while pumping his arms up, "See that, Mako-chan?! We can play tennis together if you feel like it!"

That cheerful, carefree voice addressing the coconut head snapped something in Omiko, "You punk! Don't! Look! Down on my tennis skills!"

Her shout was accompanied by a wicked swing, forcing Gentaro to jump up after the ball touched his side of the court and sailed into the air. His strength also applied to his legs, sending him flying at it to deliver it back at the girl with a loud crack that broke the air, and one of his rackets.

But he couldn't care about it, his Magic Hand reached for another, "Who's looking down on your skills, Omiko-chan? I want to understand you and them! So I'll play to the best of my ability, and reach you to see your first smile as my friend!"

"Friend!? Who needs friends?! In this world, in this life, in this game, friends are nothing but dead weight and a waste of time!" Omiko was positively glowing with rage now, her battle spirit boiling out as she seemed to gain a burning eye. As her fury bubbled over, she slammed her racket down onto the ground, making it expand into a gigantic size, easily six times bigger than it had been before, and it was already quite massive. Naturally the size increase applied to the spikes as well which now resembled a bramble patch of wicked thorns.

Her grin turned demonic as she grabbed her skirt and flung it up, releasing hundreds of tennis balls in the air.

"Oi, that's cheating!" Gentaro cried.

"This is my court, which means my rules!" the shark-toothed girl stated viciously as she swung the racket again, her voice triumphantly declaring, "ONE THOUSAND NEEDLE BALL BARRAGE!"

This time every ball increasing until over a thousand flew directly at the Rider, and every single one was a solid, real tennis ball! Said tennis balls grew spikes, and would've torn Fourze's rackets to shreds… had he not pulled out another switch, this one a light blue with a 26 on it. Replacing Drill with it, he pulled the switch, making it cry out eagerly.

"I get it…" he stated slowly as he flipped the Switch, "If you really think having friends is such a weight, then let me carry that weight for you!"

"WHEEL~!"

"WHEEL ON~!"

His left leg was suddenly replaced by a double wheel, vaguely resembling a Segway, if it wasn't for the fact that he revved up suddenly and burst across his side of the court leaving burnt tracks across the solid concrete from the friction. The sheer speed he gathered allowed him to whirl around with all three rackets, creating a tornado of swings!

"RIDER WHEEL TENNIS RACKET TORNAAAADDOOOOO!" He made up that name on the spot, and to the shock of all onlookers, Inumuta especially as he frantically tried to calculate the cosmic energy being unleashed, every spiked ball was launched right back at Omiko.

Her gaze turned up as she saw the storm of tennis balls falling towards her, in response to the sight, she ground her sharp teeth furiously at the very notion that Fourze turned her attack back on her. Exhaling sharply while stepping back slowly her lenses zoomed in onto large group, cycling through colors until she corrected it to the right setting before her racket swung out like a thunder-clap, knocked them right back, and then moved onto the next group. Swinging it faster than she ever had, she launched every ball right back at Fourze!

In response he merely moved faster, her racket swinging out rapidly in time to his repeated servings, the tornado he formed countering her immensely strong swings. The two repeated this furiously until the sound of a ball hitting the court startled both, they turned around to see two lone balls rolling across each of their sides of the court.

"GENTARO KISARAGI AND OMIKO HAKODATE, BOTH ONE POINT!" Cried Uzu Sanageyama, the match's referee.

They whirled around again, Fourze in excitement and Omiko in rage, as a huge scoreboard with their names over its surface suddenly had a pair of ones appear next to red and black cartoonish (chibi) images of their helmet and face respectively. Fourze's cartoonish-self had his lenses turned up in happy U's, while Omiko's cartoonish-self bore her teeth angrily.

"Huh, nice animation." Gentaro commented as he examined his cartoonish mini-self.

"You god damn bastard! You slacker piece of- DON'T YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON MEEEEEEEE!" Omiko snapped, the tennis captain literally snapped as she violently begun swinging barrages of tennis balls right at Gentaro. Each and every ball was thrown like a hurricane, and yet, despite that furious amount of serves, despite her rage and her frustration, Kamen Rider Fourze batted them right back.

This rapid-fire swinging competition continued until the bouncing of a ball startled her, making her whirl around, her lens zoomed in until all it saw was a lone tennis ball rolling slowly past her foot.

"GENTARO KISARAGI IS NOW AHEAD BY A POINT!" The scoreboard adding up a point to Gentaro's name, and causing the cartoonish Fourze helmet to move ahead of the cartoonish Omiko face, with a 2/1 lead, was salt in the wound.

"W-What the shit is this? I-I missed a serve… Me? Omiko Hakodate, the Two-Star Tennis Captain, the Gold Nationalist, I missed a serve? I never missed one before. What? W-Why?" All the blonde could focus on when she looked up was the silent form of the Kamen Rider in front of her, each tennis racket held at his sides.

In that moment, all she saw were the orange lenses of that damnable mask, and through them she saw images of what made her drive herself so hard. Her when she was weak and soft once, forced to crawl from the lowest rubbish heap until she could stand on her own two feet. How she claimed her gold medals with nothing but her will to win and her hard earned skill, the hours she poured into training, until her hands bled, her fingers ached, and her feet were covered in blisters.

She was going to lose to this damn Kamen Rider? To this masked buffoon? Her? The one who had trained until she was finally able to raise up and get a scholarship from Honnōji Academy by merit alone?

"What is this? Some kind of screwed up joke? Me? I'm… losing? No. No. No. No! No! NO! I refuse this! And you! You're wrong, this is some sick punchline to an even more messed up comedy routine! I can't and won't lose! Not to a Slacker piece of crap like you!" She stomped her feet furiously, Fourze dredging up her more vulnerable memories made her even more angry than she was at losing to him.

Mako gasped, a hand near her mouth, "Omiko-senpai is really mad but also so… sad. How is that possible?"

Fukuroda gave her a lopsided grin, "The way to Two-Star wasn't an easy one from the start. Before you arrived, Mako, she and I had to fight to get a One-Star uniform, make our own clubs, and then… It was battle after battle until we finally got to be captains of our clubs. We made our way to the top with our own two hands, that's the way it oughta be."

He looked at his heavily marked hands with a proud smile.

Mako nodded, "In short, Omiko-senpai is really amazing and sad."

The short boxer felt sweat drip down the back of his head, "Well… Yeah, something like that."

Mako turned to Gentaro, "Gen-chan, do your best! Mako will cheer for you even if she loses her voice! You can befriend anyone so long as you're in this universe, right?!"

The Rider nodded and, to everyone's shock, Gentaro flipped off his belt's Switches, turning back to normal.

"Sorry, Omiko-chan, but I plan on carrying all of that weight you have on you if it gets you to smile!" he declared with the same passion he used in everything. "If you're born into this world, no, into this universe, then you're not alone. If you believe you are alone, then I want to be the first one to befriend you!"

All he seemed to do was continue to look at her, the Rider's eyes conveying a genuine desire to be her friend, which only compounded her fury, "Stop it… Stop looking at me like that… Stop it! Stop you goddamn idiot! Friends?! Me?! With you?! I'll… I'll freaking kill you!"

As her anger threatened to boil over until absolute rage controlled her, it was a kind mercy that a sudden shout made both twist around, Omiko's face twisting up into a harsh sneer when she saw Ryūko run up to the court.

The girl wore a deep brown cloak and seemed to have a gigantic blush on her face as she carried her scissor-sword, Fourze cheered and clapped her shoulders when the Tennis Captain rose a hand to signal a recess before stomping off in a mood, her fury still red-hot.

"I knew you'd make it here, Ryūko-chan! I can't wait to fight with one of my best buds at my side! With your help, Omiko-chan will finally be able to show a genuine smile!" His exuberant tone made the red locked girl cough oddly, her blush only growing.

It was then that Gentaro noticed something different about the girl, her hair for one, it now possessed even more red locks, giving it an striped appearance, and this was enhanced by how she seemed a little taller now.

Raising a hand he compared his height to her with a confused, "Huh? Huh?" Before she stood only about up to his neck, now her head seemed just about eye level with him.

"Ryūko… who is that nearby? He makes me feel warm and happy just by being near my lapels. Make him touch me, I want to feel his hands on my sleeves! I'm getting tingles just by being near him!"

A soft muffled voice came from somewhere underneath her cloak, so soft Gentaro almost didn't hear it, but its tones were obvious to him. That voice was of a male.

Tilting his head in confusion, he reached out for Ryūko's cloak, she snapped back quickly, steaming a bright red until without warning her entire body jerked in a weird way. Gaping widely, the Kamen Rider got a glimpse of what laid underneath her cloak as it fluttered to the ground dramatically.

Her very outfit had… been replaced for lack of a better word, by a costume that if Gentaro was of a more perverse mindset would label stripper like.

It was a dark black and red outfit, composed of a mini-skirt, suspenders that only hid one essential part of her breasts, and thigh high boots combo. Said boots were high heels that elevated her to his eye level, and seemed to be equal parts stocking and garter-belt, connected via triangular silver fasteners. This outfit exposed some of her thigh, letting the Rider know that she was rather leggy.

The suspenders connected to a portion just over her rather sizable breasts, leaving pretty much all of her under-boob exposed, again connected via the fasteners. The top was an armored design, seeming almost like it was part of a suit similar to a Rider's helmet and upper torso armor. Completing the outfit were two raised sections, one crossed over by a red scar pattern of some kind, and the other was of a bulbous red and yellow eye.

"Ryūko! I must insist, have him touch me! My Life-Fibers tingle just being near him! This is a man! This is a man…! WHO LOVES SPACE AND IS IN TURN, LOVED BY SPACE!" The Uniform talked! And this is what shocked Fourze even more, its eye rolled around in excitement to face him!

"IT TALKS? W-W-Whoa! Ryūko-chan! That's so cool!" Gentaro's a man in his own universe, apparently.

"Shut up! And how the hell can you even hear Senketsu?" No words anyone said could help her embarrassment.

This little exchange only got one bit of information into Gentaro's pompadour, "It has a name? Ryūko-chan! You must introduce me to him! Any friend of Ryūko-chan's is one of my buds too!"

Were they making fun of her? Either way, this wasn't the attention she wanted, she wanted none, "SHUT UP DAMMIT! This is really frikkin' embarrassing to me already! I don't need you talking to my outfit too when he's already exposing half my body to everyone! And the hell you mean by he's loved by space?"

"Exactly that Ryūko! He is loved by space and he loves space in turn! I can't explain it any better than that!" the uniform sounded profound but also intent on knowing what made Gentaro so space-special.

As the rather cartoonish back and forth discussion went by, one young woman stared at it intently unlike the many male students trying to take pictures. On a side note, Satsuki herself was mentally praising Gentaro for not letting his lust get the best of him. Sure, he was flabbergasted by the sight, but now acted like his childish self for finding someone even odder than the red-locked girl to befriend.

"Oho? She has a Kamui? Inumuta." Satsuki rose a single delicate eyebrow when she saw what the hot-blooded girl had on, delicately sipping tea, Inumuta obeyed her silent command without hesitation.

The blue haired young man quickly begun ramming his fingers against his handheld. Data appeared on the screen, showing various graphs and read-outs from Ryūko's Kamui. Satsuki let loose a soft humph of irritation when she saw something that disgusted her completely, the red-locked girl was not fully synchronized with her Kamui yet. It displayed an open 50% synchronization, thus she wasn't entirely accepting of how her body was exposed in such a lewd manner.

"How worthless. She hasn't even begun to accept her power? Has she no pride? There is no shame, none whatsoever! To wear a Kamui and be worn by it, that is an honor and a measure of your strength! Kamen Rider Fourze, no, Gentaro Kisaragi is one who accepts his power freely, he lets space itself flow through his form. And yet she so foolishly wastes her time with meager embarrassment about being seen by others?" She placed her cup down delicately as she said those words, but those who knew Satsuki truly and completely, could tell that she was absolutely infuriated by the slight shaking of her hand and her tightened eyes.

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"Round two of the tennis match begins in five minutes! Gentaro Kisaragi, Ryūko Matoi, please gather your equipment as necessary! You will be fighting against Omiko Hakodate and the entire tennis club!" The announcer loudly declared as the two entered the court, only to find Omiko with her arms crossed and a gigantic toothy grin on her face. The entire club with its eerily smiling female tennis players aligned next to her.

"HOW THE HELL IS THAT FAIR?!" Of course Ryūko was upset by this turn of events, Gentaro merely clapped a hand onto the hot-tempered girl's shoulder, giving her a confident grin even as he held the belt in his other hand.

"Ryūko-chan! It doesn't matter if she does that, because we're going to befriend her! And that's the end of it! No matter what odds are against us, no matter if the world thinks us fools, I'll befriend her, and make her smile honestly! That's… just the kind of guy I am!" His words flowed through the girl's head, even as she felt embarrassment and reluctance to fight with her body so exposed, his confidence made her gulp and nod, her odd blue eyes gaining some confidence of her own.

"Tch… ok, fine, you hyperactive space nut! If you're counting on me that much, if you think we can do this, let's do it!" there was also her reluctance to do it, but it was like one of those cases a very odd but good-natured friend of yours asked you a favor with his head stuck in someone's pants.

"Oho? He shows impressive leadership capabilities if he can calm her weakness just with his words. Gentaro Kisaragi, you truly are an interesting fool." Satsuki rose an eyebrow as the graph showing the hot-blooded girl's synchronization rate increased by ten percent, putting it at an even 60%.

Hōka, giving a brief snort of his own, pushed up his glasses with a muttered, "He's just an idiot, if he thinks that he can befriend everyone, he'll just find how useless such a naïve belief is in the end."

"Ya ready to lose, you worthless Slacker? You and that dumb bitch are gonna really, really regret pissing me off!" Omiko pointed her racket at the Kamen Rider, who merely put on his belt with a confident grin that turned into a hot-blooded smile.

"Sorry Omiko-chan! But I won't lose! I've promised to carry whatever weight is on your shoulders!" The Fourze-Driver attached to his waist with a click before Gentaro flipped the switches, throwing his arm out in front of him dramatically as it begun the countdown.

"3!" Omiko grit her teeth furiously at his words, her grip tightening around her racket before her heartbeat spiked again suddenly, making her grip her breast in shock.

"2!" Ryūko exhaled sharply, clutching her scissor-sword tightly in both hands with a thread around the handle to turn it into a racket. She felt Senketsu quiver in excitement, her own heart racing as she felt the build-up of Cosmic Energy flowing around her, her Kamui was right: Gentaro was loved by space!

"1!" Satsuki felt her lips quirk into an extremely small smile when she felt Uzu's excitement from the high chair, his shinai tapping eagerly at his shoulder while his gaze was utterly focused on Gentaro again.

"HENSHIN!" Both Rider and Belt called out as one after he yanked the lever, an energy field and blue smoke shooting out before covering his body in his Rider Armor.

Kneeling down slowly, he sprang up with his hands thrown to the sky, "UCHU... KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" His voice echoed all the way to the heavens beyond, so high they touched the sun's surface itself!

"Kamen Rider Fourze, let's do this mano-a-mano!" Pointing his fists out dramatically, he pressed both the switches on his belt, making it shout and sing as the Magic Hand and Hand Switches appeared.

His arms shot out and grabbed both rackets even as he held his own in his free hand, Ryūko giving her sword a grimace before shaking her head out and glaring in determination at Omiko.

"Go Ryūko-chan and Gen-chan! Mako believes in the Gen-chan that believes in his friends, and the Ryūko-chan that likes to strip herself!" Mako's cheer made Fourze pump his fist in excitement.

"Oi!" the semi-nude girl cried loudly, as if her embarrassment wasn't enough.

Uzu reminded himself he was the announcer and loudly declaring, "ROUND TWO, BEGIN!"

"TEN THOUSAND TENNIS-BALL HURRICANE!" Omiko opened with a rapid spin of her entire upper torso, sending out a ripple of force through her uniform and out through her racket, her club members swung like well-trained military archers their tennis balls flying against her racket and being supercharged into a literal storm of flying spheres.

"No problem! SUPER RIDER FRIENDSHIP COMBO: FRIENDSHIP X-SERVE!" Gentaro really was having fun with the attack names, he and Ryūko shot forward, their rackets and sword swinging together to form a mighty pair of cuts in the air that exploded into a force wave shaped like a burning red X, Cosmic Energy and Life-Fibers mixing in picture perfect union since Ryūko's body was still half-exposed and getting pictures snapped left and right.

Inumuta was almost foaming at the mouth in abject shock and excitement even as his handheld displayed a brief near perfect 100% synchronization between Ryūko and her Kamui.

Taking a step back, the tennis captain could only gape as this attack sent her own barrage right back at her, gritting her teeth furiously she struck right back! Her club members ran across the court, sending every ball right back at the duo while covering every angle possible.

"Heh… Gentaro, you may be a complete nutter, but you've made me think we can really win!" Declaring that eagerly, Ryūko dashed forward, streams of light shooting from her body as she leaped into the air, her scissor-blood swinging around her in an arc of pure crimson. Leaping up right next to her, was Fourze who cheered with his rackets swinging together with her sword, both of them creating a tornado that blew the balls even faster back!

"KAMEN RIDER FOURZE-!" "RYŪKO MATOI-!" "ABSOLUTE TORNADO-!" "TENNIS BALL BARRAGE-!" Their twin cries heralded a storm of falling tennis-balls, each one glowing bright red as they fell like rain towards Omiko and her club members.

A massive amount of sweat rolled down the blonde's cheek, her lens zooming in onto groups of the falling tennis-balls before she begun swinging her racket with as much force as she could, her club members piled onto her racket, using their own to knock the balls back with just as much force!

Even as she fought harder, the Rider and Kamui wearer seemed to amp themselves up even further, their bodies glowing brightly as they felt their own synchronization grow stronger together. Grabbing Fourze's arm, Ryūko let herself be spun around in an arc, her feet kicking the Riders Tennis-rackets up and holding them between her heels with sheer centrifugal force.

With matching grins, Fourze's behind his helmet and Ryūko's on her face, they screamed out a new attack, blasts of red energy intertwining with grey to form a storm of pure force, "SUPREME COSMIC STORM!"

Senketsu felt his eye quiver in excitement at being so close to the Rider's body, and with that the storm once again sent the balls flying towards the tennis Captain and her groupies. This time the balls fell whilst glowing alternating shades of red and grey, each and every ball seeming to expand in size to her horrified eyes, her lens capturing every image of the sight.

"The Hell is this? Wha… What are you two?! Why in all the Seven Circles of Hell are you winning against me!?" Omiko felt fear, honest and terrible fear, she had never lost a single match on the court. Was she actually going to lose here and now? To two slackers who hadn't even put in half as much blood, sweat, and tears as she had into winning?!

She swung her racket with enough force to create a sonic boom, her club members sent flying into the sky as she ferociously poured as much raw strength into her Two-star uniform as she could, her racket expanding in size until it covered nearly half the tennis-court. When she swung, she swung with such force that the entire court shattered, chunks of rock, the net, and every ball flying out in a meteor storm.

"That's because, together, we fight as one! Friends do that, because they can count on each other to always… always be there! Omiko-chan! I've made up my mind so I will fight, bleed, struggle, and shrug off every broken bone so long as I can see your smile!" Kamen Rider Fourze declared with absolute certainty, his rackets being thrown together, stacking on top of each other as layers of Cosmic energy surged from his body.

Ryūko landed down next to the Rider, the thread her sword that turned it into a racket returned to her uniform. Her scissor sword suddenly expanding in size, it increased in length by a section literally unfolding out to transform it into a two-handed sword, the entire weapon glittering bright red with rainbow particles shining around it.

"Scissor Blade: Decapitation Mode!" she declared loudly.

Both looked at each other and nodded, Fourze swinging all three of his rackets while the red-locked girl swung her own sword with a loud cry of "Sen'i Sōshitsu!" Both did so at the exact same moment, their synchronization creating a dual explosion of even greater force!

Said explosion best resembled, from Satsuki's level of observation, a pair of gigantic burning fists, one red, and the other grey. Both fists made the ground in front of them shatter, such was the power released that the entire school, for a brief moment, shook.

Unable to blink, unable to stop it, unable to comprehend it, Omiko felt her grip loosen before her racket clattered weakly to the ground. The huge storm blew past her, making her outfit shudder rapidly, rips appearing all over its surface.

It came as no surprise that Omiko's uniform was ripped to shreds in a single instant, her racket exploding into Life-Fibers, with one long strand flowing into Ryūko's body. She dropped to her knees in shock, a barrage of tennis balls embedding themselves into the ground around her, forming the initials "KRC." In perfect western letters. Gentaro felt a smile forming, memories of the Kamen Rider Club flashing through his eyes at that little promotion of his club.

As her gaze shot to the ground, the tennis captain felt tears pour from her eyes, her shark teeth biting her lip so roughly she felt the salty taste of iron enter her mouth. She had lost, she had lost everything she had worked so hard for. What could she do now? She was a broken woman…

She was shocked even more, when she felt something warm and soft get draped over her body. Looking up, she saw Gentaro without his trade mark delinquent jacket. His face creased into a wide grin, tears of his own gathering in his eyes as he leaned over her with one hand held out to her.

His smile, in that moment, to the beaten girl, shone brilliantly with all the warmth and joy of the stars above, "Let me carry that weight you hold in your heart, Omiko-chan. I want to know all of your sorrows, because I will take them and turn your despair into hope!"

One of the perks of knowing Kamen Rider Wizard was that you knew that when you said such a thing, you meant it.

"G-Ge-Gentaro Kisaragi, you…!" Getting up slowly with his help before pulling away briefly, Omiko felt a hiccup come over her due to her tears, her heart beating so rapidly she felt like she could faint. "I… I hate you, I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I…"

And her words died in her throat when he grabbed her hand in his, "I don't want you to be alone at the top." He said with his usual grin, "You can be the best you want at tennis or everything, but when you get there through your own tears and blood, I want to be there to congratulate you!"

Images flashed before her… People who cheered for her, people who praised her, people who surrounded her every time she won… People who were with her. And then, she could see it, his smile amongst the crowd, shining brightly because of her.

Gripping her hand tight, he shook it up once, then down. Before pulling away, making a fist, she felt her own hand do the same unconsciously, as if it had always wished to do this. He reached out and banged his fist once against hers from the top, then reversed the process from the bottom, feudal drums banging in their heads.

"Y… You… IDIIIIIOOOOOTTT! W-W-Why…! Why are y… you-hic-hic... s-such a jerk? U… UWAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHHH!" She sobbed happily now, her heart feeling lighter, happier, and even more open as she hugged him suddenly.

Ryūko gave a sudden start at that, her eyes wide as she watched Gentaro hug the crying girl openly, his words making Omiko cry even harder, her fists clenching his shirt tightly as she soaked him with tears of joy, "I want to make friends and see them smile! To share in their laughter, to cry when they cry, to smile when they do! To me, that is what the universe is so awesome for! There's so many good friends to make, and so many buds to share moments with! I want you to be my bud, so I can laugh and cry with you too!"

His tears fell openly as he smiled widely, the two of them sharing a true moment of friendship being made.

The school was completely shocked into silence, as the once proud and so ruthless tennis captain cried and beat his chest weakly, her words coming out softly in a manner that one would best describe as being Tsundere-like, tough and harsh on the outside yet soft and cute on the inside.

"Y-Y-You stu-stupid j-hic-hic-jerk! Y-You best t-t-hic-hic-take r-responsibility for making m-me c-cry so h-hard!"

A single common thought was shared upon the thousands of thousands of deadpan looks, even Satsuki had that line cross her mind: it was a cute sight.

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And there, we, go! That's the second chapter of Life is Cosmic! Next chapter, we take a break from the battles and the drama, and close out the school day with Gentaro meeting the Mankanshoku's! Will Gentaro impress our favorite girl's family and become a part of their own along with Ryūko?

Does Harime Nui make you feel equal parts rage and feel like you're tempted with jail bait? If the answer is a definitive yes, then you know what's to come!

The Lord of Pages off to record a new chapter!

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This section is devoted to my dear brother in all but blood The Swordslinger, he had an idea for an omake and I felt that it deserved to be shared with you all!

Enjoy!

-OMAKE-

Kisaragi Gentaro: Pokémon Master

"Are you ready, Gentaro?"

"Of course I am, Gramps!"

A young teen clad in a delinquent-ish outfit looked up to his grandfather, clad in a biker's outfit. The boy had a pompadour, a bycicle designed to look like a rocket, and a smile on his face.

The old man chuckled, "Well, you're at the age all kids go on their own adventures. Be sure to make this road of your youth a spring to remember."

The two clasped their hands and the boy started moving forward through the town he lived. But as he was about to make it out to the tall grass, a voice called to him.

"Were you going without saying goodbye?"

He turned to see a boy in a brown uniform, "Ah! Ryusei!"

Said boy grinned and tossed him a white and red ball, "It's a present from me… A man like you can't befriend all Pokémon without one of his own." He looked to the side, unable to see his friend's eyes, "That's a Froakie. I raised it with the help of a friend of mine from my school. He is more stubborn than me, so be careful."

"I was about to say that, good thing you caught on how naïve Gentaro is." A colorful lad said, as JK walked in with his hands in his pockets, "Gentaro, you're awfully careless, but…" he ruffled his bleached hair and handed him another red and white orb, "You're a better person than me, so I think my Hawlucha will be better off with you, and he can take care of you too."

"You guys…" Gentaro broke into a huge grin, and was about to hug them, if not for the dark aura that appeared between him and Ryusei, making all three boys jump back at the sight of a Goth girl.

"…" she said nothing, instead she handed him another Pokéball and quietly slid behind Ryusei, where she finally talked, "The moon, stars and sun… They all praise your future adventure, Gentaro. My Shuppet should... be of help or tell you of misfortune… Fufufu..."

JK shuddered, "Ok, that won't help me sleep."

"Well, thank you!" he said with a large grin as he accepted the Pokéballs and put them on his belt, "I haven't even started my journey and I got three new fri-"

"Gen-chan, how mean!" a petite schoolgirl cried as she reached her friend and tackled him to the ground.

"Yuuki?!" he cried back.

"Here!" she said, shoving another Pokéball at him, right into his mouth, "Ralts-chan, even if you can or can't hear me, take care of him! He's very thickheaded so make sure he takes care of himself and has clean undies!"

A large pair of strong arms pulled her up, "Calm down, Yuuki. This is… my mistake." Said Shun's voice as he looked sheepish, holding a Pokéball of his own, "I was supposed to tell Gentaro where to meet us, but I got this from my father…" he caressed the ball with his thumb before handing it to Gentaro, "This Torchic is still a baby, but I'm sure that with you he'll be a king in your group."

Gentaro pulled the Pokéball out of his lips and accepted Shun's, "Thanks, and I mean it… Everyone, thank you for giving me new friends." He broke into a large bright smile, "By the way, where are Miu and-"

"Behind you." said a classy female voice as the owner approached him, "Honnōji region is a harsh place. Luckily for you, my female Nidoran isn't only cute but she also packs one mean punch." She gently placed the sphere in his hands, "She is as proud as me, but I told her to behave. After all, I won't have anyone belittling my friends."

Gentaro beamed, "That's Ama Region's queen for you!"

"Flabébé…" a small creature floating in a yellow flower stared at the kid with the pompadour, its tiny body was like something out of a fairy tail, and the way it glided on the flower made Gentaro worried. It looked so frail and- "Flabébé isn't fit for battles, but she kept me company whenever I was at the nursery. I think she'd like it if you took her with you to see the world."

The tiny creature nodded, and Gentaro extended his hand to it, "You bet. Flabébé-chan, let's see everything the universe has to offer and make great friends!"

Kengo turned around to hide his smile, "Still the same fool that befriended us."

And that is how Gentaro Kisaragi's journey started, filled with friends at the start, and with many friends to make without end.