And so here we are on chapter four already. Man, it's fun writing this, and you guys seem to like it a lot too!

Last chapter we left off on an ominous note, and this chapter we start on one as well. More importantly, this chapter deals with at least two major arcs I've been wanting to get to, so it'll be one massive one. And best of all, bring the most epic samurai fight I can possibly write with my long-suffering partner and best bro The Swordslinger into the spotlight. I'm making this as long as possible, to offset how I'll be going back to college along with my bro The Swordslinger. At that point, I'll be releasing chapters a little slower, not by much though so don't worry!

If you're ready, let's not waste any time and begin! I present, Bad Omens and No Late Days!

Disclaimer goes here. Do Re Mi, Do Re Mi, I no own KR, I no own KLK, Do Re Mi, Toei Do, Do Re Mi, Trigger do, lalala la.

Recommended Song for this chapter: Kill la Kill OST: Satsuki's leitmotif - Kiryu ga Kill.

Bold text for Senketsu talking, and Limit Breaks.

Italics for thought, flashbacks, or the belts normal voice.

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Setting down a tea cup, Satsuki quietly examined a massive TV screen in front of her, her eyes examining the massive font of data gleaned from the two fights that Kamen Rider Fourze had been a part of.

Eyes flickered from readout to readout, the exact punching power Fourze had access to, his exact running speed, the durability of the suit's armor. All of that flowed into her mind as she poured over this data, her keen ears paying simultaneous attention to the theories and information Inumuta had provided for the suits unknown data.

"Satsuki-sama, according to what I theorize, he more than likely has a certain number of these Astro Switches. These devices are what channel Cosmic Energy into the Fourze-Driver and power his more fantastic abilities."

"Your best guess on the approximate number of switches he possesses?" Her query was punctuated only by a slightly raised eyebrow, Inumuta typing something into his handheld before showing her his rough guess.

"Exactly forty, Satsuki-sama. The tens of each Switch would be more specialized ones, possibly switches that allow him greater powers or more advanced techniques. The sheer amount of cosmic power his normal state has must be the upper limit of what he can accomplish, anymore and he would be unable to control such immense power." He read off dutifully, a slight smirk coming across his face as he saw what he perceived as Gentaro's limit. He was going off of the knowledge that Goku uniforms could not handle the sheer amount of Life-Fibers that powered them.

50% Life Fiber uniforms were the limit before they drove their users mad, even his powerful Three-Star only used 30%. He also reasoned that the Kamui by its very nature, when fully synchronized with a wielder capable of drawing out its immense power, would be in far excess of Fourze's power.

His logic ran that Fourze as a suit could not sustain itself with power that exceeded the life-fibers, reasoning with some manner of science that the sheer amount of Cosmic Energy that pervaded the suit couldn't be possibly be increased or else it'd risk contaminating Gentaro himself.

Satsuki merely exhaled softly, despite her technologically savvy genius giving her his firm opinion that the Rider could not draw out more power, she had her doubts. He had exceeded her expectations with his two fights, each one showing that for the Rider there were no limits he set for himself.

But more importantly to her, it was high time she fought on the same level as him. If she was to bring him under her command, to gain his loyalty, and to make her plans come to fruition she would have to gain a Kamui of her own.

Rising slowly and dismissing the computer-wiz with a slight nod, the Kiryūin heir begun walking through her estate, her grip on Bakuzan tightening to the point where her fingers ached. Her heart begun racing as she walked towards a sealed room hidden deep within the manor.

Armed guards stood to attention as she walked towards them, one even approaching her with a harsh, "Satsuki-sama, on your mother's orders, you are not to be allowed he- URK!" Her sword's scabbard swung up and impacted his throat, lifting him up through sheer strength and force. Satsuki threw aside a grown man easily three times her weight and size across the floor and into a wall.

Her gaze snapped to the other guard who wisely stepped away from her, he dropped his gun onto the floor and backed away slowly, her smile turning icy cold as she stepped forward.

Opening a room, she saw what she had come for. Her "Wedding Dress", a white Kamui. It was colored a bright white and blue, and modeled in the typical appearance of a sailor uniform. It had a very militaristic and regal design, befitting someone as noble of birth as she was. Designed with a high collar, epaulets for the shoulders, and gold adornments. The dress had a very interesting necktie, the design of which resembled closed eyes, on the upper part of the sleeve was a blue band of some kind with three clasps.

Promised to her by her father, he had warned her before his disappearance that the Kamui would prove exceedingly dangerous for her to use, and that if she wore it, she would never be the same after it.

Those warnings were disregarded as she looked at the suit, and her voice rang out to the shocked guard even as she stepped towards it, "Watch! Watch as the untamable becomes a weapon like any other! My father wished for me to wear this, this Kamui for my wedding! I shall not wait!" Her heel clicked on the ground dramatically as she stepped forward with a determined gaze, the other guards who ran at the sounds of brief fighting gaping at the woman in front of them.

She spun around to face them, a light appearing from behind her and dramatically shining on her body as her gaze sharpened to the point of piercing through them like an arrow, "I am Satsuki Kiryūin! Through my veins flows the blood of one of Japan's greatest families! I will not bow! I will not walk away! I will not fear man, beast, or outfit! Witness my ascension to surpass myself!" Her speech made, the woman whirled around to face the Kamui.

Without any hesitation, she ripped her outfit off and dropped it to the floor, stepping forward she ripped the packaging off the suit and held it in her hands, her blue eyes taking it its magnificent form with as much emotion as they could show.

"Kamen Rider Fourze, no. Kisaragi Gentaro, with this Kamui, Junketsu, you will become my subordinate and in time a proper soldier. And you, Ryūko Matoi, shall be put to the sword or flourish under my reign. So say I, Satsuki Kiryūin!" With that she placed the Kamui upon her body, and switched on the clasps.

As her blood entered the Kamui, its eyes snapped open and whirled madly around, the suit shivering before a huge blast of power and sparkles shot through the manor. That evening, Satsuki could be heard screaming in pain, anguish, and, some would say… arousal and joy as she bonded with her Kamui.

When all was said and done, she stood on her feet a huge puddle of her own blood collected beneath her, droplets poured from her nose and mouth onto the floor as she smiled. It was an ordinary smile, one would say it could be radiant in its own right, but what was terrifying, what was undeniable, and what was certain.

Was that it was a smile of a woman who had become something more powerful than any human could match, and it had all of the foreboding of a being that had come into immense power with no restraint that could apply to it any more.

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As she sat upon her chair after cleaning herself of the blood and grime that had covered her following her subjugation of her Kamui, Satsuki reviewed a personal encounter she had had with the disgraced former Two-Star captains who Gentaro had befriended.

Despite their immense loyalty to her, what she had ordered them to do hadn't needed a second's thought for them to reply to the moment he was mentioned. It almost put a smile on her face, she had been impressed by his ability to garner their loyalty by way of friendship. Her way of earning loyalty and respect was more realistic and better, she'd wager.

Mentally playing back that meeting, she wondered personally just what it was that made Gentaro command such immense loyalty from his friends.

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"I trust you all understand why I asked you to come here?"

Standing in front of the empress of the entire school, Omiko Hakodate and Takaharu Fukuroda stood almost completely naked save for their under clothes. Their outfits had been firmly confiscated and their club privileges absolutely revoked. For all intents and purposes, they were little more than No-Stars now.

Bowing to her, the blonde haired girl dutifully answered, "You are here to reprimand us for losing to Gentaro... I mean, Kisaragi Gentaro." The Kiryūin merely gave her a slight inclination of her head to signify she approved of the correct answer.

"And for shaming our clubs and all, we're Two-Stars. That means a loss by one of us brings the entire club down as a whole. And worse, makes the school look weak." The boxer said next, Satsuki merely giving him another inclination to show her approval of his answer.

"You know what is expected of you, you are to become No-Stars and work your way up through the ranks once more or fall into the filth and muck like all those who couldn't excel or succeed to my expectations." She gave a wave of her hand, making both rise up and prepare to leave.

To her surprise, though, this bit of information didn't seem to shake them. Normally, a club captain would beg, hug her leg, cry, and be a true disgusting mess of a broken human being before them should all the luxuries of a true Two-Star be taken from them. But these two, who had mansions, fine cuisine, armies of butlers, and everything handed to them on a silver platter… just accepted it.

It was something worth keeping in mind.

"Stop. I have a proposition you may wish to hear, and if you were to accept it, then you might be granted a boon in return for doing as I order." Her voice rang out the second they meant to leave, both turned obediently around as she merely turned her head to the side with a nod, "Shirō."

A blond haired young man stepped forward at her voice's request. He had his long hair going down his back in a ponytail, with two bangs framing both sides of his face. His eyes were a cold amber, and he wore an orange mask over his face along with oval-shaped glasses.

As for his uniform, it was a long lab coat with no visible stars on the flaps of the coat, underneath he wore a black turtleneck, pants and finally black boots to complete his appearance. Along with his incredibly cold expression, he imposed a powerful presence in the Academy.

Satsuki's primary tailor and sewing master, Shirō Iori, he was also the Sewing Club President.

He opened a suitcase, rainbow sparkles flying up from it and light streaming into the air as the two ex-club captains saw perfect replicas of their uniforms and apparel. Looking shocked, both looked up at Satsuki who folded her hands calmly.

"These as well as your old positions will be granted back to you on one condition." Her gaze trapped both of them in its intensity, making Takaharu step forward with a hot blooded grin.

Omiko stepped out from behind him with a wicked shark grin, "Anything, Satsuki-sama."

"Due to how you are seen as Kisaragi's friends… I want you to spy on that man, and tell me any information you can gather upon his Fourze-Driver and his close ones. If you succeed, you will be given the chance to become Three-Stars as well." Her gaze's spell was broken first by the boxer whose grin disappeared like it was wiped away by the hand of a devil.

He stepped forward, then narrowed his eyes, actually glared right at her before he point blank told her, "No. No god damn way. I ain't gonna betray Gentaro for such a lame thing. Given a choice between getting back my old job by betraying my buddy, or getting it back by working my ass off like I did before, I'll always pick the second. Sorry Satsuki-sama, but no deal."

Omiko looked at him, her sharp teeth biting her lip as she hesitated for a second, then remembered that smile and the warmth it brought to her cheeks and heart.

With her resolve hardened she politely bowed to Satsuki, "I apologize as well, Satsuki-sama. I will refuse that deal as well, I will always refuse a deal that would bring any harm to Gentaro Kisaragi. As Takaharu said, I will earn my place back myself the hard way. I'll get my dream with my own hands and without anyone's aid or betraying my friends to get it."

The woman merely rose a single eyebrow in response before both asked her, "By your leave, Satsuki-sama." She granted them her dismissal with a slight nod, and watched them both leave the room quietly.

Shirō snapped the briefcase shut with a loud click, and looked at her as a smile came across her face before she actually laughed. It wasn't anything more than a sharp bark of humor, something that she allowed herself as amusement was so rare for her to experience she took such moments as they came. She motioned the sewing club president to put away the uniforms, her body reclined ever so slightly in her chair.

"I see, I see. How interesting you truly are, Gentaro Kisaragi, to gather such immense loyalty from those you befriend." Exhaling softly through her nose, the woman's smile remained on her face as she settled her gaze upon the pictures of Gentaro giving both the two club captains friendship handshakes after his fights with them.

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Arising from her chair, the Kiryūin heiress walked towards the view-screen, and smiled to herself in a decidedly cold manner, "I think it's time we have a No late Day. Kisaragi Gentaro, let's see if you can overcome this with your friendships intact."

Her eyes closed shut as she felt a chill run down her spine, snapping them open she wondered to herself, "Is he truly the kind of man who can command such loyalty? I wish to see if he is. And more importantly, see which among his numbers will prove to be a weak link. If he is to be my subordinate, he must have strong allies, if they prove to be less than adequate, then we will remove them to make sure he performs according to my will."

She went to bed that night, her thoughts returning to Gentaro time and again as she wondered if he was the kind of man to succeed when adversity turned against him, and if he was one who could be bent to her will.

She slept quite well that night all things considered.

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Dawn of Gentaro's Second day, 2 hours until next friendship.

It was a bright and warm sunny day all things considered, the sun was shining, a rooster was crowin-'RATATATAT.' A sharp retort from a heavy assault rifle silenced the crowing fowl, and left it in a dead heap where upon Sukuyo happily shoved it into her bag.

The Matriarch of the Mankanshoku family hummed happily even as she shouldered an assault rifle more in line with a career military soldier than a housewife. She looked at the dead bird and smiled cheerfully even as she walked back with the dripping red bag.

"Zzzz… zzzz… ZNKRT KENGO?!" Gentaro's dreams were par for the course for the space obsessed young man. Misaki Nadeshiko in a sexy astronaut suit and him making new friends, Ryūko and Omiko cheering with him over space, Satsuki becoming his friend, usual things that passed through the stream of his consciousness.

Just at the apex of a dream where he was about to befriend the shadowy leader of the Horoscopes and then fulfill his dream of becoming a teacher to rival his beloved middle school teacher Mr. Onizuka with six mysterious figures at his side, he was woken up, rather rudely at that, by a bucket of cold water being thrown on his face.

He leaped up with bleary eyes and sopping wet hair, his usual pompadour gone as he blinked away the sandman's crust over his eyes, and saw Sukuyo smiling widely at him. The other four students at the school already dripping with their own water. Ryūko in particular looked utterly haggard, with bags underneath her eyes and a half-dead expression on her face.

She looked away from him when she noticed his stare, her expression darkening briefly before she walked off towards the "shower."

He could look confused at her reaction before he put it out of mind, reasoning as he slicked his hair back with a comb, that she'd tell him what was ailing her when she was ready, if she didn't he'd happily have her tell him.

"Ryūko-chan! I'll turn that frown on your face into a true smile soon enough!" he pumped his fist once then used some gel to help his hair into its usual pompadour.

"Breakfast is ready!" Sukuyo called out cheerfully as she banged a dinner bell, the entire family and crew arriving at the table even as she served them a huge plate of piping hot croquettes.

Just as they were drooling over the delicious smelling fried meal, a loud voice could be heard screaming from a megaphone, "ATTENTION ALL HONNŌJI ACADEMY STUDENTS. BY THE ORDER OF SATSUKI-SAMA, TODAY WILL BE A NO LATE DAY! IF YOU DO NOT ARRIVE AT THE SCHOOL ON TIME, YOU WILL BE EXPELLED! ON THE SPOT! THAT IS ALL!"

Running outside, Gentaro and his friends could only gape as they saw Gamagōri screaming into a megaphone which grew larger to reflect his voice, he whirled around to face the Rider even as he got onto an air lifted cable car, with his face growing into a massive demented grin.

"Whose bright idea was it to give him a megaphone? He's loud enough as he is." The red-locked girl commented.

"Oi!" The president of the disciplinary committee arched a brow, and then jumped back when one little chipmunk girl materialized at his side, "What're you doing, senpai? We were all about to have a nice wonderful meal! Don't you know that breakfast is the greatest meal of the day?! A No Late Day on an empty stomach… It is not a test, it is torture, it is punishment, and it is unfairness incarnate."

The tower of a man narrowed his eyes, regaining his composure after the initial shock of Mako's instantaneous appearance, "I see. In short, taking away your privileges of a breakfast is a handicap. However, as they say, pain is weakness leaving the body. If you cannot surpass it then how do you expect to stay in this academy?"

A pompadour materialized at her side, "Come on, Gamagōri-senpai! Breakfast's the meal that fuels our youth in our mornings!"

Said man stepped back, surprised once again, but by what the Rider said, "Youth?"

Mako nodded energetically, "Gamagōri-senpai, surely when you eat a delicious meal made by yourself or your mother at the start of the day you know you can take over any adversity. A meal cooked with love from another or from you to yourself is a meal that fuels you to surpass anything a day can throw at you from giant monsters, to shady agents, to odd grandparents who take you into sci-fi adventures! Breakfast is a meal that can turn you into something more than a man!"

The giant stared down at them, "I know of Kisaragi, but who are you?"

"Mankanshoku Mako! My favorite breakfast is Mystery Croquettes with a side of Mystery Gravy and a large glass of rat milk!"

After hearing that, Omiko pushed aside her glass of milk. Even for her, watching Gentaro and now Mako being so passionate about what they spoke was almost normal.

Gamagōri nodded, "A meal filled with protein to gain strength. I shall remember that and balance it in my breakfast now, Mankanshoku." He then turned around and aimed a finger at the Rider, "KISARAGI! You and your precious menagerie will have to work especially hard to get here on time today! I hope, for their and your sake, that you succeed! You will need to get through exactly 999 traps to get to school! If you fail, goodbye then! WAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed dramatically even as the air lift slowly moved him away.

Mako waved, "Can't we have breakfast first?"

The lift lowered itself yet again, "Hmm… Fine, all students are now allowed a half hour start to eat heartily." And just like that he was gone again, returning back to his mad fit of laughter.

"Thanks!" Mako cheered.

"What the bitch!? Are you friggin' kiddin' me with this joker!?" Ryūko angrily asked, before without warning the entire cable blasted off, Ira's insane laughter echoing out even as the ride moved away from them.

And then, it was like something hit Mako's brain, maybe it finally started moving, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Omiko's eyes widened too, "Oh shit! It's… It's…"

Fukuroda grabbed his head, "No Late Day… Are you kidding?! It's too soon!"

Both Rider and avenger watched their friends fret and rush, eating breakfast as fast as they could.

Gentaro was the first to formally react, scratching the back of his head in confusion he asked his friends, "Oi! What are you guys doing?"

In response to his question, Mako shoved a large croquette into his mouth, then poured an entire glass of rat milk down his gob, making him chew his food rapidly then bopping him on the head to make him swallow.

Omiko shoved him along rapidly, telling him frantically, "No talk! Time to go! Get dressed now!"

Sukuyo cheerfully handed the rushing students their clean outfits, each of them sliding them on like they were a second skin.

Ryūko was the only one unable to get dressed, Senketsu being far too stiff from the starch the Mankanshoku Matriarch used on him, the Kamui apologetically told her even as she struggled to get him on and ultimately gave up.

"I apologize Ryūko, I cannot aid you today. You must do this on your own, forgive me!"

Spinning around, Gentaro gave the Kamui a thumb up even as Fukuroda shoved him next, the boxer handing him his briefcase and his belt before yelling loudly, "C'mon Gentaro-bro! We gotta beat feet or we'll be miss getting down the frikkin's street!"

Instantly, the streets were flooded by countless No-Star students rushed to get to school. And since there was no train service, our heroes were forced to jump over heads to get there. Mako waved goodbye to her family even as Omiko grabbed her and Ryūko's arms, the tennis club captain dragging them off rapidly and actually making the shorter girls bounce dramatically behind her like they were a pair of rag-dolls.

"BYE MOM! BYE DAD! BYE GUTS! BYE MATARO! WE'RE OFF TO GO TO SCHOOL!" She waved goodbye to her mother and father who smiled back and waved at her themselves.

Sukuyo cheerfully told Gentaro, "Be mindful not to steal any vehicles! You might get shot!" She said even as she hefted a sniper rifle onto her shoulder and steadied the scope.

With that all five ran off to join the rat-race going on outside to reach the far off academy. Along hundreds of students rushing as desperately as them.

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"S-Seriously! Guys! What the Hell!" The red locked girl cried out as she felt a side stitch come over her, even as she ran in her bunny pajamas. Omiko looked back behind her as they were running in a line, Gentaro in the lead, herself behind him, Takaharu behind her, and Mako and Ryūko bringing up the rear.

"No Late Day!" She said like that would mean something to the avenger.

All the shorter girl yelled back painfully was, "And that means what?!"

Mako piped up next, the chipmunk chipped girl eagerly telling her best friend, even as sweat poured down her chubby cheeks and face, "No Late Day, Ryūko-chan! It means we can't be late or we'll be expelled!"

"What kind of sadistic freak came up with that idea?!" Incredulous with shock and anger, the avenger couldn't believe the crap she was hearing.

Gentaro yelled back even as he ducked a spinning buzz-saw, kicked aside a bunch of sharp darts which cut his pants legs but didn't cut his actual flesh, and then jumped over a spike trap, "It doesn't matter, Ryūko-chan, we'll overcome it and beat this track even with these traps!"

He said that, but as he did, the road itself spun upside down and they found themselves forced to climb over jutting out wedges in the cement.

Far off from the group, a glasses wearing girl was gritting her teeth and watching the five No-Stars group make their way through the traps she had set up before she placed herself as the ultimate one.

Said girl wore large rectangular framed glasses, red eyes looking beyond frustrated with the group, more importantly the two ex-captains with the other three. She had a bulbous dark brown hairstyle with messy bangs, and wore the same No-Star uniform that Mako and now Omiko wore.

To say she had a nerdy appearance was putting her lightly, but behind her somewhat dorky exterior laid the mind of a calculating mastermind to rival a money-hungry female swindler with a penchant for gambling and racketeering from Nerima.

Her name was Maiko Ōgure, and she was the Disciplinary Committee Head of Trap Development, which put in laymen's terms meant she was the head honcho behind most of the traps that the group found themselves in and the sadistic freak the red locked girl mentioned.

She had always taken immense pride in her work as a modern day Daedalus, and had eagerly put her skills as a trap-master and architect to work at Satsuki's behest. When she was a young lass, her favorite occupation was drawing up and then building ant mazes, having her small armada of pet ants go through her mazes to find the treats she left for them was a beloved past time for her. It also helped that she liked ants, they were her favorite animals. Cunning and ingenious workers that toiled all day for the greater whole, namely the queen whose sole job was providing new members of their species.

When she was hired for her current job by Satsuki, she thought that she had the world at her fingertips, sadly she had always been a rather narcissistic and ambitious little girl, and when she meant to betray the woman and steal her place as queen of the Academy, none other than her chief enforcer stood in her way. That man looked over every detail and made it hard for her cunning to work.

She needed power. Step one was getting the money, step two was getting the power, step three was having a harem of muscle bound men and a few suspiciously young boys to fan her with.

She had meant and indeed intended to ingratiate herself to the three idiots by pretending to be injured, but seeing Omiko and Fukuroda, both people who knew her and could tear apart her lies faster than she could solve a Rubik's cube - 1.04 seconds flat without blinking - that put a huge dampener on her plans like nothing else would.

"C'mon Maiko-chan, use that wonderful 210 IQ of yours to get what you want! That belt and Kamui are right there waiting for you!" She slams her head against a wall, trying desperately to think, as blood ran down her head she shook her face out, mumbling darkly to herself.

"Call me insane, will they? Call me a weakling, will they? They always friggin' told me I was a genius! You're just being ambitious, Maiko!"

She sarcastically mimicked Inumuta's precise tone and even pushed her glasses up the same way as she paced back and forth while mumbling even more crazily to herself, "Did they believe me when I said that a woman like me could get to be a club captain?!"

Whirling around to watch the five run up a steep cliff and barely manage to reach the top, she punched herself in the face again fiercely, angrily growling, "And another thing, they always told me I needed to calm down and that I was too greedy to really function, but did they pay attention to my fucking genius when I gave them a trap that even that dumb-as-rocks monkey couldn't escape from? No, it was, 'Back to work Maiko!' I should've gotten a medal! Wait, screw that! TEN MEDALS! Each of them platinum too! I deserve god damn statues of myself!"

A nearby cricket decided to grant her an ovation by making some noise.

"I'm destined for greatness, dammit! Not stuck as some dead-end student in a school run by a crazed bitch with mommy issues! I'm smarter than just about everyone here, it's me they should be paying attention to! ME! I'm a genius, I'm a trap master, I'm amazing!" Her neurotic rant continued even as she followed them from a distance, easily navigating her traps without so much as a lost breath or struggle.

She stopped for a second, wondering aloud on an unrelated note, "When I get to the top, what's next? Should I just build a giant trap that could catch those psychopaths that hold that bitch's leash? Or use the Kamui and Belt to bring them both down? Damn, that reminds me I'm kinda hungry too. I'd kill to have a decent cup of coffee and some donuts right about now."

She stopped for another second, casually ducking a huge swinging saw-blade and battering ram combo, wondering aloud again to herself, "Could I even use the belt? I mean a Kamui sure, that's easy, blood and shamelessness, and I've got both in spades of course. But that belt man, that belt… that's some crazy tech right there. I've heard about those Rider Belts, they're some serious pieces of mindboggling mechanical brilliance."

Hopping over a crumbling set of pillars and watching Gentaro lead his group over a huge chasm, Maiko continued her train of thought with a hum, "I mean damn, I want one myself, but what if it doesn't work? I have a pissed off martial artist or some variation of on my tail and a waist warmer that doesn't do more than hold up my trousers. Yeah, brilliant move there Maiko-sama, you just wasted your time stealing a nice belt, why not steal a Gancini or something next time?"

She swayed back from a barrage of boxing gloves attached to sidewinder missiles, and watched them explode beyond her with a mildly annoyed expression before continuing her rambling, "So the belt's possibly out of the question, the Kamui it is then. I'll just make that goof trooper my minion and call it a day, I mean he can be my sidekick or something, would be pretty sick to have like a Maiko-cave for myself too."

Stopping suddenly, she covered her nose and mouth with a cloth on her hand, and squeezed her eyes shut before walking through a cloud of orange industrial chemicals, she came out with orange tinted hair which she quickly and rapidly shook out before continuing her thoughts, "But what I really want, is a giant robot army. Yeah, I could call it the Maiko Squad or something, that'd be cool. Or a water park, that'd be a good investment too."

Watching Gentaro again, she grinned manically, her teeth exposed in a manner similar but not as perfected as Omiko's shark-like maw when the ground crumbled around him with each of his friends nearly falling down a chasm.

Omiko hung desperately onto the crumbling ledge, her long legs being gripped by Takaharu, then Ryūko and Mako held onto his legs.

"Don't look up my skirt!" The ex-tennis club captain screamed out angrily to Takaharu who squeezed his eyes shut out of self-preservation, even though he wanted to peek like mad. Ryūko felt Mako's eyes on her bunny pajama clad behind, and felt her own embarrassment wash over her.

"Hell to the F-Power, Maiko-sama! This is your chance, just go in, help that idiot save his friends, and you're set for life!" Just as she meant to take a single step forward, Gentaro made that step get set several back.

Throwing off his jacket, he leaned down with both hands clasping around Omiko's arms, he yelled in a determined fashion, "If I can't help you all up, I will never be able to call myself your best bud! A man will sacrifice it all for his best friends! Let's enjoy this school day as one!" Pulling as hard as he could, Omiko was yanked up first, her arms clasping his as she hauled herself up, Takaharu being next, all of them working perfectly together.

Maiko bit her thumb, "Dammit, where are those damn snipers when you need them?!"

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"You're doing great, honey! Now… sixteen degrees to the left, five hundred yards above the last one."

The Mankanshoku patriarch supported his wife in many things, even her hunting skills. Doing this usually required him using what few, laughable and downright illegal medical knowledge he had to tell her of good soft spots to aim at for massive damage while using a pair of binoculars to spot any targets she could miss.

A pull from the trigger, and Sukuyo smiled as a fellow housewife with a hunting rifle gasped when her gun was snapped in half from a well-placed bullet that also killed the fly near the baby crib.

Her husband whistled, "Nice one… Let's see, there are two turrets on that building's second and fifth floor being loaded."

"Thanks, darling, I almost missed them." She said with a smile as she took aim casually.

He laughed, "How's my anniversary gift doing?"

She giggled, "Great, there's little to no recoil."

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Our heroes managed to do their best to remain alive, unaware of the Mankanshoku matriarch's help.

Digging his hands into the crumbling cliff, the boxer grit his teeth and imagined he was doing road-work, "Just a matter of going up a steep hill!" He pulled himself with sheer arm and leg strength, helping himself up before turning around to do the same for Ryūko and Mako.

"Th-The hell?! He saved them himself?! He could've cut and run! The shit he stay for? If he ran, he could've saved himself or gotten help! Doing this he risked himself and them!" For someone as entirely self-centered as she was, Maiko Ōgure was completely and utterly stumped beyond words at the selflessness of Gentaro.

To a woman who spent her entire life looking out for number one, namely herself, someone actually caring about another person was completely unreal to her. She had never before encountered someone who so openly wore their heart on their sleeve, and helped people because they cared.

She had validated her life's choices under the basic psychological tenant that humanity only cared about themselves and that there was no sense of true altruism, a marked sign of misanthropy and nihilism.

She didn't get other human beings because she saw them as selfish and self-serving as herself, part of another psychological problem where she had self-loathing and projecting issues. She saw people as different yet similar as herself, hence why she cared for herself to such a high degree and why she loved ants so much. They were a species that in her own mind were devoted so clearly too utter selflessness for the greater good that it was hard not to admire them.

To the Head of the Trap Committee, the Rider was an entity that she could not possibly understand or even begin to really grasp.

"What kind of idiot is he?! I… Damn it! I just don't get it, I don't get a single god damn thing! He's a hero, he has to understand that he can't save everyone, right?! Doesn't he care that people might need him and he couldn't save them?! What the Hell?!" Her screams echoed out and would've alerted them were it not for their distance as Gentaro led the team onwards, eagerly going through many more traps.

She followed, and was repeatedly foiled by the Rider being able to outmatch her most deadly traps and her attempted plots without ever once knowing she was even present.

When she tried to step in and aid them during a collapsing ceiling trap, he and Takaharu worked together to hold it up, then dash out before it could crush them with her forced to watch hopelessly as the two men bumped fists and walked off together to rejoin their friends.

"It's inconceivable! Simply inconceivable! They're working together?! They're actually helping each other?! They've been friends for all of a fucking day and a half! How the Hell are they so loyal to each other already?" Her ranting continued as she watched Gentaro stretch out both hands, Omiko and Ryūko gripping them as they helped pull the Rider up from an Armored Tiger-spike trap. That is an actual spike trap with tigers clad in armor prowling below between the spikes.

"They… They really put their trust in this idiot? Why?! He's just a moron, a total friend-obsessed loser! He can't possibly be this good at leading anyone!" Ever so slowly, doubt begun gathering in the trap mistress's heart, her fists clenching so hard blood leaked down to the ground.

Mako led the group through a huge collection of extremely deadly venom-fanged scorpion chipmunks, the adorable fuzzy dealers of toxic death ignoring them due to the chubby-cheeked girl easily guiding her group through them. One even bit a student trying to ambush them to get ahead in the school's hierarchy, Maiko herself pulled on her cheeks in horrified shock as she watched them get past the extremely rare and near impossible to train creatures.

"I got those damn things for a specific reason! They're deadly and completely aggressive to any and all living creatures! How the hell did they get past them?! Better yet, how the Hell did they get past the exploding rock trap?! That thing was a 102% proven instant hit!" She almost scratched her face to shreds in fury when she saw Gentaro stand his ground against a massive rolling rock. Each of his friends put their weight behind him, helping him heave the rock up and over them to explode harmlessly away from them.

She felt like crying, she felt like sobbing, she really did. All of her well-crafted and written plans, her goals, her ambitions, everything was falling to pieces around her. Ripping off her glasses to rub her eyes, she felt tears come to them when Gentaro ran through a mine field, laughing as he helped each of his friends through it.

"It's not fair, it's not… It's not! I'm not crying, dammit, I'm not crying… No! This isn't fair! I've worked so hard! I've bled so much! I've stayed up all night working for reasons I cannot even begun to articulate… My ambitions… My plans… Why?! WHY?!" With that final and hopeless rant, she broke down sobbing when she saw Gentaro and his crew get past that final trap, the fake school, via Mako accidentally tripping on the ground, slamming her face on one of the painted walls, and knock it all down.

Beating her fist against the ground until it bled, a sudden voice and shadow over her made her look up with snot dribbling down her nose and sobbing eyes, in front of her was the Rider himself. He was grinning warmly down at her, crouched down, with a hand extended out to her.

"W-What the-" She tried saying until he reached down and helped her up without any warning, his smile shined brightly as he introduced himself with a two fingered salute that had an adorable little ring sound effect ding in her head.

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"Daimonji-senpai, is something the matter?"

Up in the Rabbit Hutch, Yuuki made her question heard when the large college student stopped working with his weights.

"I don't know… I felt an odd disturbance somewhere on Earth." He said softly.

Miu flipped her magazine's pages without batting an eye, "Knowing you, maybe someone's doing an impersonation of Ama High's last king."

JK sighed, "I wish Gentaro was here, he'd do or say something dumb about befriending more people like any of us…"

Silence reigned the place and all the current members of the Kamen Rider Club let out a sigh. Trying not to miss the pompadour wearing youth was like letting go of your humanity, it isn't easy and you'd be either a monster or dead.

Yuuki looked up at the planet Earth through the window, "Lately Tomoko's been trying to find what she claims to be a connection between Gen-chan and something in space…" she blinked, "Could it be… That Gen-chan's an alien?!"

Even if she asked that with a loud scream of shock, the other three members looked up with an arched brow, shrugged, and replied together as one their thoughts: "That'd explain a lot."

Down on Earth, it was another story as Tomoko laid on the ground in the middle of a circle made out of ashes and with intricate runes displayed on it, waving her hands up in the sky as she held a rattlesnake's tail in one hand and a cicada cocoon's in a bottle in the other.

Kamen Rider Meteor, as in Ryusei in his Kamen Rider suit, sat on the ground with his legs crossed, a hand on his helmet's chin and an elbow resting on his knee. Kengo for his part looked utterly bored as he typed mindlessly on his suitcase, which happened to be a highly advanced computer with the KRC logo on it.

"I still don't get it… This force surrounding Gentaro's aura is cold and cruel, yet it is drawn to him…"

Kengo raised his eyes and a brow, "Nozama, are you sure you're not imagining it?"

Then he looked at Meteor, and poked his helmet.

Ryusei found himself awoken from his nice nap when his head hit the ground, "W-W-What is it?! Horoscopes?!"

Kengo sighed, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but… things were perhaps… maybe… slightly…"

Tomoko finished his thoughts, "Things were more energetic with Gentaro."

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Back to where we left off…

"Yo. I'm Gentaro Kisaragi. Age 17. I like making friends, meeting new people, helping my friends, and bringing smiles to them. You look like you could use one, so let's be friends!"

She looked at that outstretched hand with utter bewilderment. She felt weak, hopeless, like everything and everyone was conspiring against her. Yet with that hand in front of her eyes Maiko felt an instinctive urge to grab it, because it offered so much more than just friends. That hand was her ticket to a better life, something beyond her ambitions and her status as Honnōji's future queen.

'What the hell? I'll just betray him lat-'

"With this handshake, let me turn your despair into hope! Let me make sure you're never lonely again!"

She gasped, because she saw it in his eyes.

He knew… He just knew who and what she was.

'I-Impossible! I've played Satsuki like a fiddle, so why does it look like this guy knows how much of a snake I am?! How?! What is h- No, wait, it may be fake. All I have to do is-'

When she grabbed that hand, she meant to do so and fake her friendship with Gentaro. Instead she found his grip tightening, he shook her hand once up, then down with a tightened grasp, before he raised his fist and banged it against her unconsciously made one. Once up, then reversing the process and doing it down.

Feudal drums banged loudly in her head as she looked at him with wide red eyes, his smile widening immensely, "Now we can be best buds! What's your name?"

Unable to think or plan or even plot, for the first time the trap mistress was completely lost for words.

She found her voice after a few seconds and was surprised by how sincere it sounded, "Maiko Ōgure… it's nice to meet you… Gentaro-san."

"No need to call me that! Just Gentaro is fine!" In that smile Maiko understood something that she hadn't before, and it was said that in the day, the Trap Mistress was fully made into a friend of the Rider.

She saw the universe, beautiful and glorious in its entirety, and everything that was and should be rotated around this man. Because he loved Space, and in turn Space loved him.

Together, they rejoined his other friends, Maiko lowered her head with gritted teeth when she saw Omiko and Takaharu give her harsh glares, their voices raising before Gentaro spoke over them, "Gentaro, she's-"

"Our newest friend! She is Maiko Ōgure, and I befriended her! Whoever she was, whatever she did, it doesn't matter! Because she's our bud, and buds don't betray each other or hurt each other! I wish to make her tears into smiles, her cries into laughter, because how else can I call myself her best friend if she's unhappy?" His voice as always held warmth and joy, his smile reaching out to the trap mistress' core and making her cry tears of joy.

'You dumb bastard… I… I…' Pulling off her glasses to rub her eyes clean, Maiko gave the ex-club captains an honest smile, "I'll… hand in my resignation to Gamagōri-senpai, haha… who needs ambition?!"

She kept rubbing her eyes, shocking Omiko, "You…" she got it, 'Damn it, it's him, isn't it? Gentaro just… he just… makes others feel like there's something better than being by themselves… Stupid… Why does he have to befriend more girls?'

While the tennis girl was left with her thoughts, Maiko continued with her head down, a blush, and a honest smile as she tried to stop her happy tears and failed, "I'll just stick to you all because he can protect me from Satsuki-sama. I'm a coward, and I'm a bit of a brainiac, so don't expect me to fight alongside you morons, but… heh, I'll do whatever I can to help out." She put her glasses back on and gave them all a cowardly smile as she hid behind the Rider and used him like a shield.

With that, all six friends entered the school together, and with that they concluded the No Late Day.

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Heels clicking noisily as she walked down the corridors of her tower, Satsuki's face was turned into a darker frown than it usually was. A letter signed by her former trap mistress rested in her desk. A resignation letter with plenty of apologies meant to save the nerdy girl's hide from any punishment while declaring she couldn't fight for her any longer. A letter from Maiko, a woman Satsuki herself saw as a leech sticking to her only for power, and had been granted it only for her uses to purge the pigs.

Her bad mood was rather surprising to her, until she thought over it with a cup of Soroi's tea. She was angry that Gentaro once again defied her in his own way. By relying entirely on his friends and helping their weaknesses, he had kept even the useless rejects she would rather see purged from his company.

Even more disturbingly, he had foiled Maiko's plan to get at least one of them expelled, and befriended her instead. After the cowardly girl personally handed in her resignation letter and cheerfully told both of her immediate superiors – Satsuki and Gamagōri - that she'd go back to being a No-Star since it meant she could be with the Rider instead of fighting a battle in a side she couldn't be herself in, Satsuki mused about Gentaro.

"He commands loyalty with his heart… That's a power far more terrifying than I could ever give credit to. But no matter, now I know to not underestimate it." she said calmly to herself, sipping her tea.

A certain butler chuckled, drawing her attention, to which he immediately bowed apologetically for, "My sincerest apologies, Lady Satsuki. It's just that, for a moment, I think I saw you smile. It's been so long since I saw a sincere sign of joy from you. I hope you forgive my boldness."

She lowered her cup, looking serene once again, "It's all right, Soroi. I think your tea did the trick again."

He shook his head, "Allow me to be bold again by saying I believe you're mistaken… Kisaragi Gentaro, right?" she stared at him, using her eyes to tell him to continue, "He saved and befriended a spy, and said lad has gone back to his school empty-handed but, according to our reports, he seems like a new man after his meeting with our Kamen Rider. Next, Fukuroda Takaharu, a boy who wished to become a great boxer, and sticks to the side of the man that defeated him out of something beyond respect or admiration. Then Hakodate Omiko, a girl that looked after herself yet, pardon my saying so, looked quite cute when acting like a nervous girl near her crush. Last but not least, Ōgure Maiko, someone whose dark heart was acknowledged by this one man, and turned into something different with a sincere smile and a true act of kindness: acceptance."

Her eyes narrowed, "You mean that his power grows because he accepts everyone, even those that can't stand for themselves?"

The butler nodded, "Mankanshoku Mako is perhaps the best example of a bad role model, and yet he accepted her. And because of him she remains in this school."

Satsuki remained silent for a moment, her eyes closed as she gathered her thoughts, "There is merit to what you say. However, he tries to carry too much weight. Now I have to wonder, will that weight help him break his limits, or will it be like that boulder from the punishment of Sisyphus in Greek mythology and roll down a mountain, leaving him to permanently try to reach the top yet be unable to do so?"

"I hope to test it soon, Satsuki-sama." Walking inside, the green haired samurai gave the woman a cheerful grin as he tapped his bamboo blade against his shoulder.

"Sanageyama…" she acknowledged him, "You are still denied from issuing a duel with either Matoi or Kisaragi."

"I didn't come here just for that." He threw a bamboo sword at her, which she caught without moving her eyes from her tea cup, "I wish to see if Gentaro has shaken your will."

She stood up with a raised brow, "Gentaro… Calling him by his first name, does that mean you acknowledge him as an equal?"

He smirked, "No, it means I want to see him as an equal before I crush him in your name. He is someone I have to surpass if I want to surpass myself, to get closer to you, and achieve my goal."

Both took a stance, "To hear you talk about him in such a way… I see I must have truly underestimated him, but…" Sanageyama gasped when his own bamboo sword was shattered in pieces and he found himself skidding backwards with the remains of his, a single moment passed when he had looked at her, and in that one instant her strike had come faster than the wind itself, "It means I can't hold back much longer. Add to it that Matoi's synchronization grew when around Kisaragi, and we both have to be on our toes."

The green monkey grinned, "Sounds like you want to let out the big guns…" gasping for breath after enduring the force of her strike, he stood to his full height, "I'll be eager to see the results."

As he said that, he saw Satsuki already leaving, Bakuzan being clutched tightly in its sheath by her right hand, for a short moment while breathing in slowly he let himself laugh.

"You selfish woman, you tell me we can't fight him, but you're already going to battle him yourself… Man, why do all the troublesome people go towards Gentaro? Heh, well, we'll get our match soon. Isn't that right, Kamen Rider Fourze?!" He yelled to the skies, and even though he knew Gentaro couldn't hear him, he just knew that the Rider got his message loud and clear.

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"Kisaragi Gentaro!" Walking next to his friends, the pompadour clad Rider was surprised when Satsuki marched right in front of him, her eyes narrowed onto his face with utmost concentration.

"Satsuki-chan! Do you want to finally be my friend? I've been waiting for a while to befriend you!" He held out his hand eagerly, Ryūko getting a bad feeling as the woman seemed to narrow her eyes on his hand.

Cheering happily, Mako was unaware of the growing nervousness of her companions, Omiko, Maiko, and Takaharu all looking alarmed as Satsuki's presence flared in response to the Rider's happy-go-lucky question, "Go for it Gen-chan! You can befriend even the super duper scary Satsuki-sama!"

The red-locked girl had other things to say, "Don't be ridiculous! Oi, Eyebrows!"

Satsuki turned to glare at the Kamui wielder, "Are you trying to earn my ire with insults below even a kindergarten child, Matoi?"

"Don't give me that crap, Kiryūin! Why're you down here instead of sending more people after us?"

The Rider patted her shoulder with a grin, "Don't worry, I think I know what she wants…" he said as he held up his Fourze-Driver.

Gentaro's smile never waved, even when the woman in question shoved Bakuzan's tip underneath his chin, her expression turning deadly cold as he just looked her in the eye, his hand already placing his belt around his waist.

"Heh! Guess we had to fight some time Satsuki-chan, I hope you're ready to be befriended by me!" The belt slid across his waist, before Satsuki slid back, her expression never changing even as she reached for the clamps around her arm, snapping each one shut with an utterly chilling expression.

"Gentaro Kisaragi, Kamen Rider Fourze… I will see if you can personally lead your rabble by strength of arms, rather than strength of heart! Life-fiber Overide: Kamui Junketsu!" her voice heralded an explosion of blue energy, the Kamui's eyes whirling around to focus intently on the Rider's body, every square inch of his form being taken in with an enraptured look by those demonic eyes.

Flipping the switches even as Satsuki transformed into her Kamui, Gentaro threw his hand out in front of him and pulled the switch, making the belt yell.

"THREE!"

Omiko and Takaharu grabbed Mako and ran with her, Maiko already yelping in terror and running off to hide in a safe place even as Satsuki finished transforming.

"TWO!"

Her form appeared in an immaculate and beautiful looking dress, if Ryūko wore Senketsu in a manner befitting a stripper, then Satsuki took it to an even more lewd manner.

Long blue and white boots that ended in high heels, with lacy garter belt like ends attached to a blue gemstone like design at her thighs, these connected to a micro thong that just barely covered Satsuki's modesty, and hardly anything of her backside.

Said thong went up her body akin to a swimsuit, exposing just about all of her toned abdomen, the ends of which connected to an armored section that exposed much of her actual breasts, showing that she was quite a good deal bigger than Ryūko was. Junketsu's eyes jutted out from each of her shoulders, and what was truly unsettling was just how intense their gaze on Gentaro was, the eyes moving slightly to focus on his chest, his face, his hair, every inch of the Rider was scanned by the white Kamui.

This armor covered her hands in long sleeves, ending in pure white gloves. Small white horns jutted from her head, and completing the outfit were spinal ridges that went down the length of her backside.

"ONE!"

Satsuki felt a sense of pride at seeing the Rider completely ignore her skimpy attire, proving that he wasn't a pervert who'd let himself get distracted by her highly attractive appearance, in fact he pulled the handle and threw his hand into the air, yelling with the belt!

"HENSHIN!"

In an explosion of blue light and smoke, Kamen Rider Fourze arrived, kneeling down, his body seemed to glow grey before he sprung into the air, his hands extending to the sky with a yell, "UCHU… KITAAAAAA!"

His voice shot past the skies, into the very stars beyond, echoing towards the Asteroid belt then shooting right back to him! Pointing his right fist at the Kamui wielder in front of him, the Rider declared eagerly.

"Kamen Rider Fourze, Kisaragi Gentaro, will do his best to see your true smile, Satsuki-chan! Let's do this mano-a-mano!"

She was unflappable, "Come, we will see if you can actually fight against a Kamui, Kamen Rider Fourze!"

Her blade swung through the air to impact his fist, in an explosion of clashing force, the ground quaked and splintered with rubble flying into the air! Seeing this, a swift Switch change allowed Gentaro to summon a white shield on his arm, its design akin to one of the NASA's space ships. Both Kamui Wielder and Rider were sent skidding back, Satsuki swinging her blade in an arc even as Fourze shook his arm out with a loud yelp. The yelp was from the pain and the gash on his shield.

"Yikes! What's that sword made of?! Even Shield couldn't block much of it!"

A wave of concussive energy fired by Satsuki knocked him ass-over-teakettle and sent him into a pile of rubble.

"ROCKET!"

"ROCKET ON~!"

The belt's melodious voice was the only warning the woman got, before he blasted out towards her, the orange rocket attached to his arm impacting her stomach and sending her flying back with the Rider still pushing against her.

"Satsuki-chan!" Nonon cried, unable to believe her eyes from the top of the school along the other elite members, "Damn bastard, how dare he-"

Just as she was about to jump in to help her friend, Gamagōri stopped her, "We were given orders by Lady Satsuki herself to not interfere, Jakuzure. Not even if she is in danger."

The pinkette bit her lip and glared at the Rider.

Inumuta for his part was typing madly, "My readings…" his glasses started to crack when he gripped them hard to try to adjust them, "Impossible… That strike was stronger than I predicted… How does he do that…?"

Sanageyama was grinning widely, "She looks like she's having fun. Just enjoy the show."

The two fighters blasted into the sky, Fourze throwing her back down with a flourish. The Kamui wielder merely landed on her feet, each boot sinking into the ground brutally, before her blade was swung up and reinforced with one hand pressing against its flat surface when Fourze roared out with his belt.

"LIMIT BREAK!"

"ROCKET RIDER DRILL KIIIICCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!"

It ended with him impacting her in an explosion that shook the school, causing a rain of shattered glass to fly around them and tinkle over their head. The ground below her shattered even more as she held her ground against the drill, her teeth gritting themselves before she swung her blade forward, a wave of force shattering the drill's energy field to send the Rider landing away from her.

Spinning in place, he corrected his whirling with a grin behind his helmet, one hand on his knee while the drill was wedged in the ground. He slicked back his helmet and laughed, actually laughed when the woman stepped forward slowly, her hair flowing in the wind as Junketsu's eyes scanned him more energetically.

"Not bad, not bad Satsuki-chan! You're really strong, you took my Limit Break like it was nothing! You really are amazing! Seriously! You're awesome! I can't wait to befriend you and make you smile honestly!"

"Like Hell you will!" Nonon cried from the tower, making the Rider look up in confusion and then shrug off as if it were him hearing things.

Fourze laughed even as the woman shot forward faster than a rocket, her blade swinging out only to be parried by his rocket arm, fire erupting from it to drive him forward before the Rider threw a punch at her. She surprised him when her free hand instinctively went to her sheath, which took the punches and parried them, each blow making her skid further back and look utterly impressed with his strength. Ending the combo with a haymaker that launched her into the air briefly, before she landed on the ground, watching her sheath cracking with a grimace she threw the useless scabbard on the ground.

Sweat dripped from a corner of her eye, making her clean it calmly with one hand, her expression giving him an admiring appraisal, "You truly are worthy of that belt Kamen Rider Fourze, your strength would be an invaluable addition to Honnōji Academy, I will repeat my offer to you. Will you join my side and become my subordinate? Or will you be crushed under the weight of your inevitable loss to my power?"

Uzu was whistling, "Not even I have managed to make her sweat… He's good… Damn good…" his shaking indicated he really wanted to face the Rider.

Her hand extended out for him, only for the Rider to step forward, grinning widely behind his mask his fist pointed right at her before he declared proudly, "I refuse!"

"What?!" many students were shocked, they would gladly give a limb for such an opportunity.

"Just as you have ambitions, I have my own too. Right now all I want is to befriend you, and I can't do that if you're always looking down on others… Do you really want to be that high without anyone at your side?"

She didn't hesitate in her response, "If that's what it takes for me to succeed, so be it."

He nodded slowly, "I see… Then I shall make sure you recognize me not as an equal or a sub… sub… servant, but as your best friend!" Unable to pronounce the word, the Rider came up with the next best alternative.

Nonon was furious, "How dare he… How?!" she was about to go down and engage the Rider, but the three males managed to grab her and pull her back down on her seat.

Narrowing her eyes, the woman let loose a small sigh before she stepped forward with a new glare, "If I can't make you submit to my power willingly, then I will force your submission with a judicious application of its full weight!"

Her voice came out in a tone best described as demanding absolute respect and loyalty, before her body rocketed forward, flipping above him, the blade swung out in a flurry of blows that created shockwaves around him, cutting the ground up and sending rubble flying to bonk him on the head then cover his suit in dirt and grime. In the ensuing dust cloud, she lost track of the Rider despite being colored a bright white.

Eyes shooting from side to side, the woman clutched her sword tightly as she waited for Kamen Rider Fourze's next move, her senses straining to their max to locate him to no avail.

She took a brief step back when she heard that belt cry out.

"LAUNCHER! RADAR!" singing out melodiously, "LAUNCHER ON~! RADAR ON~!" Was her only warning before a barrage of missiles locked onto her body and fired from all sides.

'Impressive, he's using the dust and debris to cloak his presence while firing these at me. Such impressive tactical sense and improvisation, or is it mere coincidence and dumb luck?' She almost felt a smile come over her face before she swung her sword out rapidly.

Cutting missiles apart to explode harmlessly around her, she was unprepared for two especially large ones to hide in the missile barrage. Her eyes widened, she couldn't cut them with how close they were to her face. She forced the projectiles down to the ground, there they exploded near her feet. Being shot back, she cursed with smoke pouring from her body.

Rushing forward, she was met with another barrage of missiles, her eyes narrowed before she roared loudly, "Move!" Her voice, presence, and swing of her sword launched the missiles away from her, exploding harmlessly in the air.

She scanned her surroundings, searching for Fourze amidst the rubble, then she let loose a soft sigh as he had been in plain sight the entire time, just that he had been coated in muck and grime so she had briefly thought him just a piece of rubble.

He had assumed she knew where he was from the start, prompting him to let loose an apologetic, "Sorry! I thought you really did know where I was!"

'He's either the most brilliant improvising fighter I have ever seen, or the most brilliantly foolish idiot I have ever met…' She crouched down slowly, her legs tensing while Fourze seemed to tense as well, his hand slowly taking out a bright yellow and black Switch, with a distinct 10 on it.

"Lady Satsuki that would be one of his more powerful Switches. I predict an easily estimable upgrade to his abilities, or a more powerful weapon than the norm. It should be quite easy to deal with, but be prepared just in case." Inumuta's voice rang in her ear, the computer wiz calmly typing in his handheld, grinning to himself as his data predicted a slight increase to Fourze's abilities but little else beyond that.

"ELEK!" Inumuta suddenly frowned when the Switch was inserted into the Rider's belt and flipped.

The data for the Rider suddenly spiked rapidly, growing to twice the level of his normal State. The Cosmic Energy enveloping the Rider seemed to spike as well, growing an electrical charge that made his handheld smoke.

"Im-Impossible! He's actually getting s-stronger?" Inumuta felt his glasses droop slightly, drool starting to pool at the corner of his mouth as he stared gormlessly at the proceeding transformation.

Techno music blared from the belt as a flurry of electrical symbols flew around the Rider, four of them in fact, each one fusing with his body in a blast of lightning.

"ELEK~! ON~!"

Chiming cheerfully, Satsuki actually had to cover her eyes due to the brightness. Junketsu's gaze became truly amazed by the Cosmic Energy seeping into the Rider, the ground and air shining bright due to the sheer power being channeled into Fourze.

When it was over, the Rider had near completely changed in terms of his appearance. His suit had become a bright golden yellow with black highlights, a jagged lightning bolt display etched right below his collar which had gained a silver color with a blue bar, the black design continued up to the helmet that now gained blue compound lenses.

Four large silver circles had emerged over Fourze's chest, each sparking as the Rider held out a large rod of some kind, more electrical sparks shooting from it as he pointed energetically at Satsuki.

"Kamen Rider Fourze: Elek States!" he grinned aiming the rod, more like a sword, at her, "My spirit's always charged to the max!"

"How impressive, you had a more specialized combat form stored away? Well! It won't do you any good! What use is a needle in the hands of a mouse when faced with the talons of a mighty hawk?!" Satsuki blasted forward, Bakuzan shooting out to impale Fourze through the helmet. That was the plan, a simple plan that'd have her sword cut through his pompadour since she wouldn't lethally harm such a great potential ally. But as they said, all plans never succeeded the first encounter with the enemy.

The Rider batted aside her strike with the sword-rod he carried and when he did so, Satsuki screamed in surprise and some pain. Her entire body lit up like a Christmas light due to the sheer electrical voltage that ran through Junketsu and her sword, skidding back, smoke poured from the Kamui's surface and eyes.

Gasping as she felt her body ache, her eyes widened when she saw his rod emitting lightning crackles, Inumuta giving her a half-rambled out explanation of the data he was gathering.

"That… That weapon contains an excess of 10,000 volts running through it, it, Satsuki-sama. That means, he's attacking with enough watt… wattage to be lethal to humans several…several times over…" The genius drooled out, almost feeling the need to reach for a flask when he remembered he was too young to drink.

Letting a "tsk" in irritation, Satsuki held her sword defensively as she watched the Rider with far more wariness. Fourze seemed content to come to her however, and he ran right towards her in a reckless manner. The weapon he carried impacting hers and causing more electrical volts to pour into her through her sword, she didn't let out a scream this time, but the pain she felt was immense.

Skidding back, she thought quickly, Junketsu's heels suddenly spearing into the earth and grounding her before she slammed her sword through the air, shockwaves pushing the Rider back… for half a second before he defied her. Walking through the hurricane-like force of the powerful sword swings his suit actually blocked the majority of the swings, making her eyes widen then narrow.

'I see, so this State also boosts his defensive powers even further. That is alarming.' She didn't allow herself to worry, and after overcoming the pain and shock of her impromptu meeting with the power of Elek States, the Kamui Wielder ungrounded herself and walked forward, her expression unchanging from its stern frown.

"You truly are an enigma Kamen Rider Fourze, what drives you? Why do you defy me in my own school? What inspires you? Why do you fight? Do you even know what makes you turn your blade to one who you don't even understand at all?" Swinging Bakuzan in an arc, the sheer force of strength blew the Rider back several feet, he kept on advancing, sparks shooting from his Rod, and increasing in frequency as he took out that yellow Switch on his belt and inserted it into the left plug.

The entire weapon glowed a bright yellow as Kamen Rider Fourze began running right at her, the air crackling as his rod became ionized down to the very hilt.

At that moment, he declared his answer: "I don't!"

Their blades clashed at that exact moment, Satsuki gritting her teeth due to the sheer amount of electrical voltage running through her body. She heard Junketsu let loose a loud wail inside of her mind, the Kamui that was normally so silent and seemed so openly resentful of her actually making a noise, her heels extended and dug into the cement, grounding her, but even that wasn't enough!

"Then why are you fighting for nothing, Kisaragi Gentaro?!" she shouted and brought her knee to his chest, forcing him backwards. She felt her hair stand on end as smoke billowed from her body, steam actually erupting from Junketsu's body and turning the air black as Satsuki refused to stop fighting the Rider.

Both Kamui and swordswoman rushed at the Rider, slashing at him. Her shock grew when Fourze managed to swing his rod against her blade, causing a crash of sparks of electricity and heat to fly in the air. The two didn't move their feet from where they stood, but around them the ground sported a large crack where the lightning struck and a deep cut where the cutting gales of wind from the katana landed on.

Without giving a step back, they swung again, causing yet another crash that grew in intensity. This time a large gale of wind shook the school, making everyone gasp for breath while the force of the air knocked them back.

"I don't know anything!" the white Rider continued, his every sentence making his next strikes collide that much harder against hers, "But I don't need to! I fight so I can make friends! If you want something more complicated than that, I'm sorry, but that's all there is to me! I just want to make friends for the sake of seeing their smiles!"

Their weapons collided, a hurricane of wind and electricity engulfed them, kicking everyone away from the two determined white-clad fighters.

"Stop being such an unrealistic fool, Kisaragi! The moment you rely only on such simple-minded logic you will be used by others! Be glad I'm the one to take you down, for I will respect your power regardless of the outcome!" Her words came out in a harsh tone, but they carried a certain amount of respect and mutual pride for his strength in facing against her regardless of their stations in life.

Gentaro stepped forward, "Then you… stop being so close-minded and cynical!" he shouted and his rod was swung so hard that Satsuki had to take a step back, her eyes wide at the force behind the strike, "If you really believe you can be alone, then why do you have so many people around you that care for you?!"

Nonon felt her heart skip a beat at such words. She stared in silence at the Rider, taking in what he said.

Inumuta thankfully by this time had recovered from the half-broken state he had been in, and his information proved vital to her despite the fact that he still had drool pooled around his mouth, "Satsuki-sama! You must be aware, that Module he carries, the Rod, has three select settings, each one devoted to a certain purpose! The plug it's inserted into now ionizes the blade and makes its striking power even better. If you don't break away you will fry when he strikes that winch connected to it! I predict that it also has a restraining and ranged based setting!"

Hating to succumb to anything but utter submission, Satsuki knew that she had to break away to avoid such an ignoble defeat, so she did. Ramming her foot up and into the Rider's stomach, making his midsection carry yet another bruise, she knocked him away from her body with sheer leg strength. Junketsu let out a mental sigh of relief as smoke ceased pouring from its surface, the eyes instantly snapped back to Fourze who was already getting up from that love tap.

"Not bad! I guess I must take it up a notch if you're that stubborn then, Satsuki-chan!"

"That's my line." She said coldly, walking forward.

"Time to go!" He switched the setting, putting the Switch into the right side of the Module, before swinging the rod in a wide arc. Waves of electrical energy shot out like crescents, to which she swung her sword fiercely, the air currents shot from her blade countering his attack.

Both refused to stop swinging, and so they moved their arms even faster! Dust and debris started shooting up and shattering, the ground below them cracking due to the force they kept on emitting. Despite this, both kept on moving towards each other minutely, unwilling to stand down or back down from their fight. From where she was standing with her friends, Ryūko grit her teeth angrily at being unable to join in with them.

"That's it, I've had enough guys. I can't let Gentaro fight alone, I friggin' refuse it!" she bit the pin on her glove after finally having enough of the sight, "I won't back down, not when that eyebrows bitch might know something Important! Or when she's trying to kill Gentaro! You better be ready, Senketsu!"

"Ryūko, your blood… It's finally starting to taste good. You might finally be able to wear me properly. Is Gentaro the one to bring out this confidence?" His words made the red locked girl roll her eyes, her expression set in a tough scowl as it always was.

"Who cares if he is or if he isn't? I just want to fight at his side… because he'd have my back too! That's just the kind of crazy-ass he is!" She pulled the switch on her Seki Tekkō, and gripped her Scissor Blade tightly as Senketsu enveloped her form in an eruption of blood and energy.

"AAHHHHHHHHH! She's putting on that crazy outfit of hers again!" Mako exclaimed as her first female best friend stepped out, her outfit finally appearing in its full lewd glory, this time however, she didn't have a blush on her face and seemed to be far more in control of herself.

"So that's the power of a Kamui, jeez, make a narcissist jealous why don't you?" Maiko muttered with a mildly annoyed tone, pulling out a notebook and muttering to herself rapidly she rapidly sketched a very detailed pair of images, one of Ryūko in her Kamui and normal form. Then flipping the page and sketching out one of Gentaro in his armor.

"Alright, listen up red-locks! This is how it goes, you're normally like this, all embarrassed and crap, right? But when Gentaro is around, you can put aside that shame because he gives you confidence! That's his power, he makes people feel able to stand on their own two feet because they know he'll support them if they fall! Or give them a kick in the buttocks if they lose their way!" the former trap expert explained rapidly, summarizing why Ryūko was able to fight despite her reservations towards her Kamui's lewd appearance when active, she flashed the images so fast that they appeared to actually to be moving via old school flip-page animation.

The images showed the red locked girl blushing and covering her breasts with one hand while pulling down her skirt with the other in her Kamui's active state, until Fourze cheered behind her and the blush disappeared, grinning at his back she grabbed her scissor blade and chased after him when he ran forward. Maiko shut the notebook with a click before she put her pencil away and angrily pointed at her.

"Now get going you silly bitch! Our, I mean MY, big bad protector might get hurt by Satsuki if you don't move your sorry ass!"

"Yeah, yeah! Shut up you god damn coward, I'm on it already!" Ryūko didn't need to be told twice, and she exploded into battle, just as Satsuki ended their stale-mate and kicked the rod out of Fourze's glove with a brutal roundhouse.

She had ascertained the current capabilities of Elek States, and while they had been fighting, she had closed the distance until she could touch him. The Rider had been powerful before, but when she used her higher speed, she had been able to touch him, and indeed actually make him sweat.

The power of a Kamui was nothing to sneeze at, and he was learning it, at the tip of her sword being placed at his helmet, right below his pompadour, "You will submit to me one way or another, Kisaragi!"

He just grabbed her sword with his glove, slapping it away from her body and driving his fist right into her stomach, making her exhale a large amount of air involuntarily before being blown back again. He crouched down then leaped up, the jet on his back propelling him overhead as he reached out with one hand.

Shooting past him like a red comet, was the Kamui clad Ryūko. She tossed him his Rod, making Gentaro eagerly catch it before both landed down together, his hand clapping her shoulder with a grin behind his mask. Senketsu privately shivered in bliss as that hand left electrical tingles over his fabric that felt just divine, his eye just then noticed Junketsu's gaze locked onto his form with a look best described being as hatefully jealous.

"Satsuki-chan, I'm never alone when I fight!" He banged his chest once with one fist, electrical sparks jolting from his body as he pointed at her dramatically, "I know that my friends still believe in me! Even if they're apart from me, I trust them to support me! Old and new, both are always at my side!"

"Hmph. You really are a curious man, aren't you? Very well! With that girl or not, I will fight you both until I formally make you see reason and submit to order! I will walk down a path to peace, even if it must be achieved through shedding the blood of my enemies as well as my own blood!" She sighed and shook her head, before her eyes gained a fiercely determined expression, her heels clicking as she rushed at the two of them, her blade striking against the red locked girl's scissor blade, Ryūko pushing her back with a yell.

"Listen to what you're yapping before preaching that shit, Eyebrows! Peace!? Order!? What is next, light and darkness?! I don't give a crap! All I know and care about is that you know something about why my dad was killed, and that you're trying to make Gentaro your puppet! I won't let a god damn thing happen to anyone else I care about! Be it him, Mako and her family, our idiot best friends, or Senketsu!" Red energy poured from her body as she punched Satsuki across the face, her fist grinding against the woman who merely seemed to let it slide across before she got up in the girl's grill.

Gaining a shocked face, she let out a loud, "You gotta be f-!" before she braced herself for pain.

Satsuki's face set itself into a stern frown, with the force of a thunderbolt her right fist drove forward into Ryūko's face and punished the girl for her recklessness, blowing her back and across the ground until she felt Fourze grab her leg and help her right back up.

"Ryūko-chan! Let's break Satsuki-chan's hollow words!" Behind that mask of his, she could just tell that he was grinning widely, making her shrug at him with a groan, moving her aching jaw with a growl she responded quickly.

"Yeah, whatever. I ain't gonna be this bitch's friend, but I can at least trust you to help me on this one! Let's go, Gentaro!"

Both ran forward as one, the ground exploding beneath them without warning and launching them into the air. Satsuki leapt right back up, her heels driving into the stomachs of the two fighters and blowing them through the school's interior. Windows shattering and the floors being driven up in their wake, huge sections of the cement forming outlines of their flight path while the white clad Kamui wielder ran right after them, glass and rubble following in her wake like water being cut by a boats prow.

"Grrgh, she hits like a runaway ice-cream van! How is she this strong against the two of us?!" Both crash-landed into a pile of rubble, Ryūko groaning in pain and anger as she got up.

Fourze did the same, rubble falling from his suit as he merely brushed off the pain with a laugh. "It means that she's going all out against us! That's Satsuki-chan for you! She's really damn strong, and I want her to be my best friend even more! That much strength, she has to have a really good reason for being like that. Don't you agree?" he turned back to the girl at his side, who merely let loose another groan as she got up and shook her head out with a sigh.

"Whatever man, whatever. We've gotta kick her head in regardless, her being this strong doesn't change a damn thing." They looked up, the aforementioned woman striding towards them through flickering ceiling lights, her blue eyes seeming to glow an ominous white in the darkness that surrounded her.

"Damn, she really does know how to make an entrance, kinda impressive how cool she looks…" Trailing off before shaking her head out, the girl groaned as she wondered if that hit rattled more than just her body around.

Senketsu responded to that belief promptly, "Such an assumption is incorrect, Ryūko. Your body shows no sign of concussion, and you seem to already be recovering from that strike."

His voice made her just growl darkly, "Who the hell asked you!? Jeez, wish you weren't so damn talkative sometimes!"

"C'mon Ryūko-chan! We've got to meet her full force, or we'll never open her eyes!" Fourze said with a determined gesture at Satsuki, the woman already running after them again. The red-locked girl let loose another groan but got up and gripped her Scissor blade tightly.

Both Rider and Kamui wielders swung their weapons at the exact same time, causing the entire building to explode into rubble, all three flying out and fighting in mid-air. Fourze struck in perfect synchronization with Ryūko, their blades ringing against Satsuki's like the knell of a church bell.

In that moment, the air let loose a loud hum, before explosions of electrical energy, Life-fibers, and wind caused the ground to crater. Huge pillars of cement were being driven up into the sky, with all three landing on a grey tower of their own.

"How curious, we all stand at the same height, yet you two seek to displace us of stability and order. Without order, there is nothing! Without rules, there is chaos! Without-" Her speech was cut short by Ryūko blasting towards her, her fist clenched around her blade before she swung it down.

In an instant the pillar that Satsuki had stood upon was sliced down to the ground below, its two halves came crashing apart even as the two women clashed swords atop the falling pieces.

Sucker punching the woman across the face, the white clad Kamui wielder was unable to stop her counterpart throwing her overhead. Looking down the bridge like expanse of falling cement, Ryūko raced to the very top to chase after Satsuki's flying form.

With a leap the black clad girl ascended into the sky, her sword swinging down to form a gigantic red arc of energy, black lines crackling across its surface as it bellowed across the courtyard. Satsuki in response swung her blade in a thin line, bifurcating the attack head on. She was unprepared for Ryūko to launch a flying kick that sent her flying once more, the hot-blooded girl angrily yelling out as she chased after her again.

"Shove it, Eyebrows! I don't care! Neither does Gentaro! We'll kick your sorry ass from here all the way to Hokkaido if that's what it takes to make you shut up about this crazy shit you keep spewing!"

Fourze joined her, and in that instant Inumuta's handheld did something he never expected it to do after he first made it: it broke.

"I-Impossible… Their synchronization is off the charts!" he gasped as the last reading showed a perfect harmony of nine thousand and one percent between both of Satsuki's opponents.

"Satsuki-chan! I refuse to accept your words! I refuse to accept that you are truly alone! So I'll put it all into this one attack, to show you my heart wants to accept yours! Insert, and then plug in!"

Kamen Rider Fourze shot after the woman, inserting the Elek switch into the module to supercharge its limit break. Lightning covered the entire school briefly. The sky darkened as he grit his teeth at the massive amount of energy flowing into his body, if Kengo were there, he'd warn him that he was using way too much Cosmic Energy for this attack.

The belt roared out in a deep masculine voice, "LIMIT BREAK!"

"RIDER TEN BILLION VOLT BREAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK!"

Satsuki clashed her blade against the rod.

Pain, nothing but pain from countless bolts that rocked her every nerve shook her. And yet her eyes didn't lose their light or will to win. She wouldn't fall, she wouldn't stand back, and she wouldn't give anything to two fools looking for meaningless self-satisfaction!

Her mind shook off her body's pain, and she gripped her Bakuzan tightly with both hands, pushing back against Gentaro… only for Senketsu's user to appear with a loud cry of, "Go down already, damn you!" as her black gloved fist impacted Satsuki on the face.

Both Rider and avenger watched the woman's heel dig themselves on the ground as she skidded backwards while a large bruise decorated her face.

She was out of breath, and so were they.

Gentaro fell to one knee, groaning as his suit and body shook with lighting sparking around his frame.

"Ngh… If this is my limit… I got to surpass it…" he groaned and tried to force himself up.

Satsuki stood up to her full height, and used a thumb to wipe off the blood that dripped down a corner of her mouth.

Ryūko readied her blade, "Don't worry, Gentaro, I'm taking her down even if I must go down too!"

"Stop!" Satsuki said, raising a hand.

Both of her opponents did so, flabbergasted at her words, Maiko felt her jaw drop, "Sh-She stopped the fight? She's never, ever done such a thing… This is… It's bad, she must have something in mind…" she bit her thumb, her mind going to a million dark places.

Mako gulped, "Or maybe she's about to show us her true final form complete with a twenty foot long katana and a dark wing on her back."

"This fight is meaningless." Satsuki started, narrowing her eyes at the two of them while her cheek slowly but steadily healed, "We can keep on fighting, but at this moment Gentaro is unable to keep moving after his little stunt. I will take no pride in finishing off an opponent that harms himself because of others."

As she turned around, Gentaro called to her, "Wait!" he said, flipping off his belt's Switches to stand to his full height as his unarmored self, "If you walk out after that fight, does it mean that you didn't put your heart into it?" his words, face, and stance were cold as his fist was pumped forward at her, "I can't accept that, Satsuki-chan! If a woman like you sees a battle like this and doesn't pour her heart into it, then what are you even fighting for?! Is your dream as empty as your heart?!"

Nonon was there along with the other Elite four members, and instantly slapped the Rider, "Shut up!" she prepared another slap for the shocked Rider, but she was the one getting a surprise when Satsuki stopped her hand by holding the pinkette's wrist. Ira had also meant to grab Gentaro in fury, but a quick look from Satsuki stopped him cold, Uzu was surprisingly chill, having felt disappointment at the anti-climax himself. Whereas Inumuta was still drooling to himself, his glasses askew on his face.

The Kanto monkey privately mused to himself whilst chewing on a bit of straw, "Is Satsuki-sama as upset by this outcome as I am? Kisaragi, you deserve a lot more than this lame finish…'

Seeing her friend's wide eyes, Satsuki closed hers and spoke evenly, "My dream…" she started before locking eyes with Gentaro, who was nursing his cheek's new red mark, "I haven't had one since I was a child. What I have is an ambition."

Gentaro stepped forward, "Then let me help you find your dream!"

Satsuki's eyes widened…

Not a single thought came to her mind.

Such a declaration, the determination behind it, and the burning passion in Gentaro's words, heart and soul were enough to stun her into silence.

He put his fist at her, "I'll befriend you by helping you find your lost dreams!"

Satsuki was brought back to reality, and her eyes grew colder, "Either you're a bigger fool than I am, or you need to know how harsh reality truly is." She smirked in a wry manner, "But I'll be glad to take your offer, it means you will realize how futile your goals are with such a mindset."

"Don't talk so high and mighty!" Ryūko shouted back, "You got a lot to answer to after this game of yours! Don't think we'll stand idle either!"

Satsuki's smirk turned into the very ghost of a smile, "Then let's have a wager between us three…" she set her eyes on them and reverted back to normal, "If you manage to reach me by defeating the best my school has to offer and myself included then you will have your answers, Matoi. And you, Kisaragi, shall actually earn my respect as an equal. But if you lose… I want your Kamui and Kisaragi's services."

"Th-That…! Fu-" The red locked girl spluttered angrily as her eyes seemed to grow wrathful, until Gentaro stepped forward and pounded his chest dramatically twice before pointing at the woman proudly.

"Deal! But in return, in return you will show me a true smile when we win! I want to see the real Satsuki Kiryūin! The woman who can smile amongst her friends, who can laugh at their jokes, and who does not have to worry about crying in front of them!" His words as always boosted the confidence of those around him, looking at her best friend's confident smile.

Ryūko lost any worry that they might lose, 'That damn coward was right, Gentaro… He really makes me feel like I can do anything. Heh… I really do believe in myself when he's around to help. Bah! That's sappy even for my thoughts!'

"That crazy-ass is right! When we win, you'll tell me everything about what happened to my dad! We'll go through everyone you can throw at us, no matter who they are! Bring them on one by one or all at once!" She bent down and helped Gentaro up, using one arm to help the limping Rider move iff Satsuki turning around with a wave of her long black hair.

In that moment, both parties had made their decisions, and for ill or worse, they'd fight to the end to make sure they succeeded. They met as enemies, but for the time being, they left as equals.

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And that's chapter 4! It was one massive fight and the official gathering of Gentaro's new Kamen Rider Club! Hope you guys loved reading this as much as me and The Swordsligner loved writing it!
Until next time, I'll be off to record a new chapter!

Everything after this was an omake proposed and written by The Swordslinger, hope you all enjoy it!

-OMAKE-

Friends are weird

"Ah, I can't deal with this boredom any longer." JK groaned while resting his head on the table in the middle of their club, his guitar resting silently on his lap.

Miu threw aside her latest magazine, bored to the point of disgust, "I'm actually wondering if Gentaro just draws danger to himself and that's the only reason we got stuff to do."

A sleepy Ryusei stumbled into the room, rubbing some sand off his eyes while Tomoko and Kengo followed, "Hey…"

"Hey." The others said, as energetic as him, which mean the same energy a wet piece of wood had.

Kengo raised an eyebrow, "Can't you actually go somewhere else? I know you're members of this crazy club, but get a life outside of it."

Shun groaned, "I don't want to hear that out of the boy that basically lives at the nursery."

Tomoko's hand managed to stop Kengo from starting a fight.

At that moment when all looked bleak and boring, Yuuki made one of her odd appearances. It was a commonly known fact that when things got too serious you could count on the space obsessed girl to give the world a little more cheer, or craziness.

"Guys, come and see what we got! Gen-chan sent us some pictures!" as one, the entire club went to the computer look, their heads hovering over the petite girl's as their eyes locked on the screen.

The first picture was of Gentaro taking a selfie with Mako, both giving a thumb up at Burgermeal's camera lenses with a few words written down: This is Mako! Yuuki-chan, you got to meet her! Mako loves croquettes as much as you love space, and she even makes one scary senpai turn really nice.

The second was of a red-locked girl casually picking her nose in class, and it read: This is Ryūko-chan, the first friend I made on my way here! She's got a cool uniform called Senketsu! It's like having two new best buds for one! She can look mean but she's real nice, and a bit shy. She reminds me of Tomoko and Ryusei if they had a kid… Should I really write that? Oh, doesn't matter, she's a great bud nonetheless.

The third was of a very odd family and their dog, labeled as Mako's relatives: These are Mako's father, mother and little brother! They're a riot! I bet my gramps would enjoy having them for dinner as much as we did having you around. You just got to come over and try some of their cooking like with Yuuki's family.

The fourth but not least important was of a pigtailed blonde girl with thick glasses and quite a nice body trying and failing to cover her blush as Gentaro took pics of her: This is Omiko, she's an ace tennis player! She used to be kind of lonely, but now that she's surrounded by friends it's like she can smile a lot more. Though some of her smiles can be scary, she is nice when you get to know her, like you Miu.

The fifth introduced a small boy taking jabs at the air, posing for the camera: This is Takaharu! He's a boxer and very strong! I had a fight with him, and I think he could have given Cancer a bruise if he set his mind into it! I think he's as strong as you, Daimonji-senpai.

And the sixth but not last one was of a nerdy girl making odd doodles in her notebook with a creepily intense look in her eyes: Maiko-chan here is a genius like Kengo! She can also be sneaky like JK. She was someone I wanted to befriend the moment I met her. She tends to rant at times, but it's fun to listen to her.

The group chuckled.

Their odd friend would never change.

But one of them had his eyes set on something, a certain red and yellow eye in the black clad girl's picture.

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The Lord Of Pages and The Swordslinger hope you readers had a fun time reading this!