Righto! So we had another great turn out for chapter 4! I'm glad to get back to writing chapter 5, because if I didn't then my buddy The Swordslinger would've kicked me in the head to get me going!
So last chapter Gentaro gained the final member of the Neo Kamen Rider Club, namely the intelligent little schemer Maiko Ōgure, and had a huge fight with Satsuki and Ryūko all over the school. So if you're ready, then we begin chapter five!
As a warning this chapter will concern OC's for two original clubs that pertain to Gentaro and Ryūko. I hope they go over well, and the Swordslinger and I did our best to make them into entertaining and fun characters for you to enjoy. They won't take over the story, but if they go over well, then we'll gladly make them recurring characters and even friends of the main cast.
Apologies if this chapter seems like filler, I'm trying not to clog the story down with it, but even Fourze had some fillerish episodes, so this was done to prepare us for the big fights next couple of chapters!
Without further ado, The Lord of Pages and The Swordslinger present Chapter Five of Life is Cosmic! Honnōji Kita! Gentaro Kisaragi, and the Space Biker Club Captains from Honnōji!
Bum bum bum, bum bum bum~ Mr Sandman, give me your dreams, when can I own KR Fourze? Bum Bum Bum~ could you give me the rights to KLK? Bum bum bum~
Recommended listening for this chapter. Ryu Ga Gotoku Isshin OST: As a man, As a Brave. Yakuza OST: Scarlet Scar.
Translations by The Swordslinger:
Oni – Ogre/Demon
Onii-chan – Brother.
Onee-chan – Sister.
Imouto – Little sister.
Hajime – Begin!
Bold for Senketsu's speech and Zodiarts talking.
Italic for thoughts, The Belt's voice, monologues, or flashbacks.
Bold and italic for Limit breaks.
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Extra by The Swordslinger: I'm a big Persona fan, so the fighting game spin-off has my blood boiling. Here's the nicknames the crew would get. Agree with them? If not, share yours, and add to any character you'd like to see getting a cool nickname. I'll add more on the next chapter.
Gentaro – The Hot-Blooded Friendship Oni
Ryūko – The Roaring Skimpy Dragoness
Mako – The Hyperactive Logic Defying Bruiser
Takaharu – Explosive Boxing Junkie
Omiko – Deadly Tennis Knockout
Maiko – Twisted Trapper of Many Faces
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After Gentaro's and Ryūko's battle with Satsuki, classes had been declared postponed for the evening, and with that everyone left for their homes as it was a rare day off. Walking home together, the Rider was still being helped by the red locked girl, Omiko giving them a worried glare as she walked next to Takaharu.
Maiko was writing down all sorts of rambling equations in her notebook, grumbling neurotically to herself, "So if I alter the doormat, I can make a trap that fires sneezing dust and industrial strength acid into the face of any would be intruder…"
"Hey, you alright, Gentaro? Satsuki-sama really did a number on you, and I… I want to make sure you're alright." The tsundere said with a faint blush.
She got a wide grin from the pompadour clad man, "Its fine, Omiko-chan! Satsuki-chan went all out, and I can't help but respect her determination! Moving past the pain she put me in, if you wish to help me I won't refuse!"
His words gave her confidence, and before Ryūko knew it, Omiko had grabbed Gentaro's other arm and draped it over her shoulder, supporting him and the smaller girl with a wide toothy grin.
Punching the air with a laugh, Takaharu looked at the back of the man he respected most, "Gentaro-bro! That was one of the best fights I've ever seen! Seriously, you gave Satsuki-sama one wicked bout! It ended a bit abruptly, but I'm glad I was able to witness something like it! It was a match for the ages, hell, it was one comparable to the incredible match between Makunoichi Ippo and Wally on the World Stage!"
Mako cheered as well, although she did have a spastic freak out earlier as she did so in her trademark style, "It was super cool, Gen-chan! But also super scary! Satsuki-sama was going to beat you and Ryūko-chan, and then turn you both into Genburgers and Ryūkokabobs with her super scary sword! But then you went and brought down the thunder- err… lightning! And made the ground explode like Mako when she ate that super spicy Guatemalan Insanity Pepper Croquette!"
She acted out the fight, slicking her hair back like it was the riders pompadour, then getting a red lock like Ryūko, before she got a super stern expression and thick eyebrows as she swung a sword around before lightning zapped her body and an explosion shot her up into the air!
Laughing happily, Gentaro gave Mako a grin that shone like the sun, making her smile even more, "Satsuki-chan is someone who just needs a good friend! I refuse to let her keep her heart shut! As soon as I recover, I'll fight her club captains as many times as I need to so I can get another chance to make her my friend!"
Groaning, the red locked girl gave her best friend a long suffering glare, "Seriously Gentaro? You need to let it go, she's an absolute bitch and has been from the start, she doesn't deserve someone like you as her friend."
The grin on his face never faded but it took a softer tone, making her give out a sigh, the Rider saying what was in his heart and on his mind, "Satsuki-chan has a lot of chains locking her heart, and I want to break them any way I can. Anyone deserves to have happiness, and I will make her have hope for tomorrow."
Looking at the man's goofy yet serious expression, Ryūko felt her heart beat rapidly for half a second before she shook her head. Senketsu wisely kept quiet as he knew that his wearer would get extremely defensive if he brought up what just happened with her body.
"Gen-chan! Do you really think that you can befriend Satsuki-sama?" The chipmunk like girl asked Gentaro that with a curious look, to which the Rider merely banged his chest twice, feudal drums banging dramatically in her head as he gained an extremely earnest smile.
"It's not a matter if I can, it's a matter of when I can! I'll overcome all of the world itself if that's what it takes! The best medicine for both body and soul is a true friend's hand reaching out for you whether you want them to or not!"
Omiko felt a blush wash over her face due to his words, once again he managed to surpass her expectations and cause her no small amount of embarrassment, 'Gentaro… you really are someone special…"
Rolling her eyes, Maiko gave out a tired yawn as she asked Mako, "When are we gonna get some grub? I'm getting hungry and it's been a long frikkin' day."
She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and as patient and neurotic as she was, when she got hungry she got hungry. One time she hadn't eaten anything at all save for a bag of cheese flavored triangle shaped chips and some coffee, and that had not been a fun day for her.
Raising a finger cheerfully, Mako pointed to her family's back alley clinic, the nerdy girl giving the chipmunk like one a long groan in response, "Please tell me you guys have some decent food at the very least…"
The tennis player merely patted Maiko's back firmly, giving her a shark-like grin that made her gulp further, "Its good enough for you… so don't worry!"
"For some reason, that doesn't fill me with much confidence…" Muttering to herself, Maiko continued following her friends, her stomach making soft growling noises.
"Father! This is Maiko Ōgure! She's our newest most bestest friend!" Letting out a loud cheer, the Mankanshoku's welcomed Maiko into their home without so much as a single bit of hesitation, to which the red eyed girl gave off a slight grin when she saw Gentaro give her a massive smile.
She felt like she belonged, something that she had never once felt with Satsuki. Sure she had wanted to raise up the ranks and make her impact on the world. For some reason, even though she knew none of the people here had half her brains or wits, she felt more at home than she ever had with the rest of the two stars.
Quietly rubbing her chin, Maiko smiled as she realized how the Rider was the lynchpin for everything good around her. Through his actions and friendship he had gathered the six of them here out of a genuine desire to make them happy, and now here they sat enjoying dinner with each other.
"Ugh, why do the croquettes seem to have ingredients out of this world?" She did have one problem, the fact that the croquettes seemed to have animal bits from this and perhaps another planet.
"Who cares? It's food, and you ain't getting anything else." Omiko said with her eyes narrowed at her fellow spectacled girl. Why did Gentaro have to get another girl to their group and befriend her in such a way? What was worse was the fact that said girl was Maiko, someone who played dirty.
Maiko returned the glare, seeing the tennis player's intentions behind the thick bottle glasses… Until both their stomachs rumbled. Making the world's shortest temporary truce they turned to look at their plates. Maiko found hers to be utterly disgusting while Omiko chomped on her croquettes in ways that her teeth would make real sharks swim away in shame.
None the less, hunger won out over disgust, and to her immense surprise, the food tasted absolutely divine!
"D-Delicious! I've never tasted anything like this before in my entire life! It's rich, buttery, tangy, salty, sweet, every flavor at once!" Exclaiming in pure joy, Maiko couldn't believe how good it was.
Like Omiko, the trapper had met Sukuyo's love and how it filled every fiber of her cooking. The woman gracefully accepted the newcomer without as much as a second thought. In the Mankanshoku Household, a new rule was being formed, anyone that Gentaro cared for was family to them. He had become the second son that Barazō never had, just as Ryūko had become his second daughter. Sukuyo already thought of them as her children, and even Mataro was starting to come around to feeling affection for them if his fist-bumping the Rider and eagerly telling him about his most recent scores were anything to go by.
The trap mistress did feel a significant amount of discontent when she noticed that the "shower" was little more than a barrel with a curtain wrapped around it for modesty, but she got over it quickly and simply begun washing her body with a neurotic sigh.
"Guess it can't be all good, damn… Maiko-sama, how did you come to this? I can't believe I'm really sticking with these idiots. I even signed in my resignation to Satsuki, but, hah. I like it. I like this, I like being friends with these total morons."
Talking to herself was an ingrained habit, but now she actually had people she could share her thoughts with. So it felt both odd and good to her to talk with real live people.
After getting herself cleansed and relatively refreshed before bedtime rolled around, she found the Rider playing with Burgermeal and Guts. The little dog eagerly barked his name as he chased the little robot around. Turning his head, the pompadour possessing young man gave her a wide grin that made her laugh and smile back as she sat down near him wearing her pajamas. Little more than just a t-shirt and panties, she didn't care much for modesty and Gentaro didn't even seem to register her more feminine traits which amused her.
It came as no surprise. The way Gentaro easily accepted others was beyond words. He just looked at them, good, bad, dressed or nude, and simply extended his hand while his heart managed to find something pure and innocent that many would have thrown away.
"So whatcha doing before bed?" She looked at the robot with curious eyes, her mind calculating how much effort and time it'd take to build a complex machine like Burgermeal.
Laughing, Gentaro just flashed her a grin that lit the room up, "I'm teaching Guts some new tricks! And sending some footage of him back to my friends at the Rabbit Hutch."
"Rabbit Hutch?" Maiko pulled out her notebook and wrote down various sketches and diagrams on how she could improve the little Foodroid, not the least of which was giving it sliced pickle blades and acidic condiment sprayers. Multitasking came naturally to her, so she was paying attention to her best friend while writing.
"It's my club's base on the Moon!" He was lucky that the girls had all decided to bathe together for protection in case the patriarch and his son decided to take a peek.
Even if they shared a barrel, the more battle inclined females of the house wanted to make sure that if they tried it Barazō, Mataro and Guts would think twice. Takaharu for his part was doing some laps outside to keep his stamina and make sure he could control his breathing. The small boxer would come home to find the males of the Mankanshoku house nailed to a wall.
Surprisingly Maiko didn't freak out, she just took it in stride as she said off-handedly, "Of course, your belt is capable of upper Exosphere travel, and more than likely is equipped for and capable of deep space travel."
Unsurprisingly Gentaro just grinned in response as the one thing he was entirely knowledgeable about was information related to space. He knew very little though, so the insides of his pompadour just got bits about how his suit was capable of surviving the vacuum of space.
Some of his limited knowledge came from Kengo, everything else was him trying to connect the dots. When people called him a space nut, they meant it, next to Yuki he was the biggest space nut in all of Amanogawa High. Although some people considered him an even bigger one as he actually emitted Cosmic Energy all the time due to his closeness to space.
But if one could see his brain, all his gray matter got was, "Your suit is cool. It can go in space." It even had a pompadour of its own, giving credence to Ryūko's theory that the Pompadour had roots into his brain.
Maiko looked up at him, her face splitting into a wide grin as she openly told him, "You're the hero to at least two people here beside myself, and they admire you a lot for your strength. Don't disappoint them Gen-chan, you'd break their hearts if you did."
Blinking and raising a finger to his face in confusion, Gentaro could only let out a confused, "Huh?"
Laughing and waving the question off, Maiko yawned and pushed up her glasses, "Don't worry about it, when the time comes you'll know what I mean. Night, Gentaro."
Getting up as Guts had already passed out on his side and was snoring away, Maiko waved him goodnight while Gentaro laid on his back, his eyes closing shut as he had odd dreams once more. The entire household slept peacefully that night, even Ryūko whose dreams normally revolved around finding out the truth of who murdered her old man. Sleep was a time of peace in the house.
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"Ngh, Kisaragi Gentaro, you really don't hold back when it comes to such simpleminded goals, do you?" Hanging up Junketsu, and pressing her hand against a wall for support, Satsuki stood clad in little else but a bathrobe, her eyes closed in painful thought.
Every inch of her form ached and still had static residue from her battle with the Rider, he really did hit hard and was impossibly strong. She personally estimated that due to the Cosmic Energy that flowed throughout his body when in his suit and enriched his very nature, he could theoretically be on par with Life-Fiber hybrids.
What was astonishing to her was that in every fight he had, he progressively got stronger and stronger as the fight waged on. She'd put an easy bet down that he did so unknowingly, his body just adjusted its strength naturally to combat whoever he was fighting.
"Perhaps he doesn't even realize how strong he is… Or perhaps he truly is that much of a simpleton. Either way, he is powerful." She muttered as she fell into her chair, her eyes closing in exhaustion as even she could get tired eventually.
Forcing her eyes open, she stared at Junketsu even as Soroi brought her a cup of tea, her voice coming out in a soft murmur, "I wonder what you thought of our battle with him, if you think he was truly as magnificent as I thought he was."
The Kamui of course didn't answer her, but its eyes seemed mildly more thoughtful and longing at the thought of Gentaro.
Quietly hissing as she felt her body aching and still feeling the aftereffects of her literally and metaphorically shocking battle with the Rider, Satsuki kept her mind awake while reading paperwork and sipping her tea.
Yes, even the president of Honnōji Academy and de facto ruler of the entire city had to do paperwork. Thankfully due to the sheer efficiency of the Club Captains and the Elite 4, her paperwork was drastically reduced, if the issue wasn't important enough for her to be involved with, she didn't need to see it on her desk.
Mostly what came her way were permission slips for various things that only her ultimate word would decide upon, items that came her way and were worth remembering were the requests from club captains requesting permission to settle inter-club disputes, huge tubs of ice cream being ordered for the Soft-serve and Frozen Dairy clubs to make their delicious giant sundaes and ice cream pools, or in most recent memory Uzu requesting permission to take a trip out to Osaka to visit his uncle Sendou.
She privately mused that it made sense that the Tiger of Naniwa was related to the Kanto Monkey, she had taken some measure of enjoyment in the Film Club obliging Takaharu for a day during their annual Friday Movie Night and showing his collection of boxing tapes to the entire school.
She personally preferred the match between Bryan Hawk and Takamura Mamoru, an excellent and otherwise perfect bout between polar opposites in skill and actual training. Other private favorites were the utterly beyond words match between Mike Elliot and Volg Zangief and the enjoyably brutal slug fest between Mashiba Ryou and Sawamura Ryuhei.
Boxing aside, she had two interesting requests for permission to fight Gentaro exclusively.
"Tansha Kenage and Eisei Kūki. Third-year captains of the Motorcycle and Space Appreciation clubs respectively." Her face gained an ever so slight quirk of the lips, as she wrote in bright red ink one word: Accepted. Her word was now law over the pair of requests. She folded her hands and let loose an amused chuckle escape her lips before closing her eyes in tranquil thought.
"Let's see how you do against these two, Kisaragi. I'm sure it will be interesting none the less." Her gaze turned outwards towards the starry night sky when she opened her eyes again, "My, the stars are beautiful tonight." Letting loose only a very soft sigh as she got up from her chair, the embrace of Hypnos came to her as she made her way to bed.
When she looked out her night window to give the moon a last glance, she entertained the fleeting yet fanciful thought that it resembled Fourze's helmet as she went to sleep.
Satsuki slept like the dead that night, only waking at the crack of dawn the following day.
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"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
A roar rocked the air as a gigantic man screamed violently. Standing so tall he could rival a giant, every section of his body was packed with dense brutish muscle. What was scary was that even a man like him would never dwarf one Disciplinary Committee Club captain.
A massive ten pack, muscle so well-built it made him appear like a slab of raw meat. Arms twice the size of steam rollers, with hair covering every square inch of their beefy frame. A ruggedly hairy chest that wouldn't be out of place in old werewolf movies, and sideburns the size of Sheffield.
Clad in an unzipped biker jacket, black leather gloves, tight jeans that hugged his equally huge legs that were as thick as logs, and pointy frameless sunglasses, he would've been the most blatantly stereotyped example of a biker possible with his wild Mohawk, and pierced right nostril and earrings.
If he wasn't pink.
His clothing was colored the most garishly pink shade that the eye could vomit out save for the bright purple pants, with innumerable little fridge magnets stitched into the fabric of his jacket. Most of them were childish hearts, teddy bears, even a few smiley faces, but what stuck out the most were the letters embedded right across the left lapel of his jacket that spelled out, "Suzi N' Tea 4 Lyfe."
His piercings were pink, his Mohawk pink, even his arm and chest hair were pink. Sitting down into a tiny little frog chair, the massive man gave a huge smile, exposing glittering gold and chipped teeth.
"Lil' S, this tea be divine! Was in this stuff? Smells like Oolong to me, yeah! I can dig me some good ole Oolong! Washes down these choco chips like nothing else!" His screaming was in fact the excited cry of a man who loved his tea, if the positively tiny tea cup he held was any indication.
Said cup being clutched delicately between rock hard fists and fingers so huge they could put a string of sausages to shame. He reached down and plucked an even smaller chocolate chip cooked from a toy plate, and bit into it with relish.
Around the table that was best suited for children were assorted chairs that held dolls, stuffed animals, and in the chair directly opposite him, the most adorable little girl that lived in Honnō City.
Suzi Kūki, or Lil' S if you were the man in front of her, was a girl who wore her short brown hair in a pair of pigtails that barely reached her shoulders, had a chipped tooth that was just beginning to come loose, a freckled cherubic face that was currently lit up into a lopsided smile, and adorable chocolate brown eyes.
As a little girl she wore a surprisingly interesting outfit, consisting of a child sized orange space suit with various stellar themed memorabilia over it, a helmet that was currently laying at her side, a child sized astronaut issued jet pack, and a radio over her shoulder.
"Of course Big bro Tan-chan! Suzi always makes the best tea for those invited to her tea party! Isn't that right, Annie and Mr. Tibbers?" She turned to a red headed doll clad in a purple dress, pink headband, and tiny backpack and an angry looking stuffed bear, with a bright smile on her freckled face.
A comfortable silence passed as both of the tea party members nodded along to a pretend conversation between them and the bear, before the man roared once more.
"GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I love tea! I love cookies! Nothin' gets my bikin' blood burnin' hotter than a tea party!"
His roar echoed through a modest two bedroom apartment that was clearly made for the comfort of Suzi and her older brother.
Just as they were about to sip more tea, the door was suddenly kicked open, hot air bursting in and making the air fizz and crackle.
What stepped into the room, was not a giant or a little girl, but a figure who seemed to be made entirely out of boiling hot rage.
A male figure, clad in an orange spacesuit as equally bright as the little girl's, this one actually had the medals, pins, and various assorted paraphernalia on his right pectoral that marked its wearer as a registered member of the JAXA, the Japan Aerospace eXploration Agency.
The suit itself glittered a bright red and black when examined closely, showing that Life-Fibers were woven throughout its framework. Over the left pectoral were two black stars, signifying the figure's status as a club captain. A helmet concealed the figures entire head to the point where only a vaguely shadowy outline could be seen even in the brightly lit room. Said helmet had a disturbing skull painted over its visor, the rest of its surface being made of a bullet-proof one-way crystal.
The shoulders were heavily armored, with the right shoulder pad having a multi-tasking robot arm attached to it. The arm was usually seen simultaneously writing a report, filing its taxes, typing into a laptop, and wiping its helmet clean. Clutched in its right glove, was a combination flamethrower and buzz-saw, the deadly weapon thankfully shut off for the moment. It was a standard buzz-saw with a heavy yellow metallic body that made the head that was the circular blade spin like crazy, with four tubes to shoot out fire around the saw. The fire was actually powered by rocket fuel, and if it touched you the fuel would stain you and make your burn last longer than you would ever want it to.
Whereas the left shoulder pad was a combination radio and speaker set, said speaker delightfully jingled, "Ground control to Major Tom~!"
The figure pressed a button on it, making the wondrous rock classic Space Oddity by David Bowie shut off.
Dead silence spread throughout the room as the figure breathed in slowly, his voice coming out in a wheezing hacking cough until he cleared his voice suddenly, "AHEM. YOU GOD DAMN FILTHY PUNK! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE SHOUTING LIKE A POSSESSED FARMER?!"
His voice came out in a shout that was as loud as Ira was big.
The biker merely flashed the astronaut a huge grin, Suzi cheering and running over to the tall figure and clutching its right boot with a loud passionate cheer of, "Onii-chan! You're back! How was the club captain meeting?"
"SUZI. PLEASE GIVE ME AND THIS PUNKASS SOME TIME ALONE WITH EACH OTHBER! HE LEFT US ALL HANGING WHILE HE WASTED OUR TIME SO HE COULD SPEND THE DAY HAVING A DAMN TEA PARTY!" There was no indoor voice for the figure until Suzi kicked his boot and the speakers crackled before he coughed again.
"Ahem. Right, like I was saying… Imouto, please go and let me teach this piece of space crap a lesson in responsibility."
The two club captains of the Motorcycle and Space Appreciation clubs were this extremely odd pair, Tansha Kenage and Eisei Kūki. They were the weirdest and most mismatched pair in the entire school, and their comically antagonistic antics belied their surprising friendship.
Both men respected each other entirely, and Tansha was one of the few people who were ever allowed in the astronaut's apartment. The biker usually crashed there after a long night of riding, and would wake up early in the morning to sip tea with Suzi and fix them all breakfast with her.
The biker enjoyed cooking and cleaning, stating, "That the real mark of a man is that he can fend for himself and keep his place clean! It ain't manly to be a slob or keep a dirty pig sty of a house!"
As the captain of the Motorcycle club, one would imagine that the Biker was a hyper masculine thug, and in some aspects he completely was. Thing is, he had grown up in a family with seven younger sisters, and had gotten used to feminine pursuits and activities, even deciding that it was fun to do them himself.
In contrast to him, Eisei preferred actively attending to his responsibilities and providing for his little sister, which usually kept him too busy to actively play with his sister, something he regretted deeply. The astronaut secretly appreciated the biker for being there for his little sister and keeping her company when he wasn't around.
The biker usually attended to his own duties from their home, after spending most of the early morning with Suzi he'd attend classes and work with his club members, before ultimately going out riding for the rest of the day and returning during the night to spend more time with Suzi.
When the astronaut got home from his own work, he'd find dinner already being set down for the three of them, and they'd eat together, catch some TV and watch the news, possibly even listen to whatever his radio chose to play that night. Before Tansha would crash on the couch, Suzi got herself cleaned up for bed, and he'd tuck her in before going to sleep himself in his room.
But right now, Eisei was seething with rage as he stomped towards the grinning biker, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand god damn times, do not yell in the friggin' house like you're a lunatic!" Suzi giggled happily as she sipped from her own tea cup, Tansha looking amused by the astronaut's rage.
"Chill brah, you need to remember that life ain't so serious all the time. C'mon man, sit down and have some tea with us. It ain't cool to get yourself all worked and in a massive huff, ya know?" The biker said in an easygoing manner, to which Eisei positively erupted, fire blasting from his body as he pointed his finger angrily at the man.
"Now you listen here, asswipe! I've had to explain to Nonon-sama why you weren't there for the meeting, and trust me she's getting about as impatient as I am with your crap." He said angrily.
The pink man merely yawned and gave him another grin, "I'll deal with it Lil' Buddy, I'll help settle down our tiny boss-lady as soon as I can."
Eisei could only shake angrily to the point even his helmet started to rattle, unable to take in what a gigantic idiot his friend was.
He left the room with a final warning, "Don't shout again or I swear I'll kick your ass from here to the city limits! I'm working on some paper work so keep your flap-trap shut!"
The biker merely gave Suzi a huge grin, as he got up to shout again only for her to clutch his massive boot and cutely shake her head, "Please don't make Onii-chan angry, Big Bro Tan-chan!"
Sighing, he sat back down on his chair, giving her a bright grin that made her smile back, "Right! So where were we? I think you were about to pour Annie her cup of Earl Grey?" Suzi cheered and begun pouring tea for the red headed doll, the two sipping tea while Eisei sat down at a desk that was near the kitchenette.
Grumbling as he got to work, he flipped through pages of documents, reading them over and signing them one by one. He found his bad mood disappearing at long last, so he could focus on his work, having his radio crackle and start playing classic rock hits from the 80's made him feel quite a bit better as well.
Just as he was humming one of his favorite pieces to himself, his eyes behind the helmet widened when he saw what he had on his desk. The permission slip from Satsuki Kiryūin herself! And it was accepted!
"Hm!? What's th…! IT'S BEEN ACCEPTED! OUR PERMISSION SLIPS! TANSHA KENAGE, YOU ASSHOLE! GET YOUR LEATHER CLAD BALLS IN HERE! SATSUKI-SAMA GAVE US HER PERMISSION!"
Heavy boot stops clopped down the apartment, before the gigantic man ran in with Suzi hitching a ride on his left shoulder.
He grabbed the documents from his friend, flipping up his shades to reveal a copy of the same shades underneath. As a man he believed one couldn't have too many sunglasses. He read the permission slips rapidly, then roared eagerly.
"GURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH! Kamen Rider Fourze, we're comin' for yer hide! C'mon Lil' Buddy! We've got a fight to catch!"
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SHOUTING IN THE APARTMENT YOU ASSHOLE!?" Eisei couldn't let that go as he yelled back at the giant, both arguing as they left their apartment to go find the Rider and his friends so they could fight him.
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"So then I fought off the giant dragon-turtle that breathed fire, and it was really hard doing so! I mean I had to dodge his body as he tried to crush me underneath!"
"But wasn't that fight not as hard as when you fought him in his flying clown car?"
"AH! But he was really super-duper hard when you fought him in the game where everything was paper!"
Feeling another migraine pass over her, Ryūko always felt out of the loop when Mako and Gentaro started amping themselves up with their inane chatter. If they actually talked about stuff she could understand then she might actually have something to discuss with them, stuff like really shitty horror movies and absolutely terrible action films that she had watched all the time back at her old school.
Blame the dean for having terrible taste in movies, she certainly did after she watched an incredibly bad film involving a cast of actually likeable characters who she rooted for, all getting killed by some redneck pricks who filmed them getting torn apart by stupid sharks and ending with a completely bullshit section where everyone she did care for was dead and all that was left were the meh main characters.
Thankfully for whatever remained of her sanity, Omiko piped up and helped bring the duo back to earth.
"Oi, eat up before your food gets cold." She said as she and the others ate their croquettes.
Takaharu looked at his lunchbox with an arched brow, "I'm surprised I didn't gain any fat yet after eating this for all the meals of the day. Scratch that, I'm surprised Mankanshoku still looks so healthy eating nothing but fried dough."
Maiko silently crushed her food in her teeth, mumbling out in a neurotic tone, "And I always believed she couldn't be human from the start. It's like they're reproducing, but they just need to find a proper human host to…"
All six were eating lunch together, Takaharu with his back to Gentaro, the red locked girl sitting next to the kooky brown haired one, and the blonde across from Maiko.
Eating mystery croquettes, the Rider seemed pleasantly happy with his meal, as it contained delicious molten cheese with fried pigeon inside.
Just as he was about to bite into another delicious fried croquette made with love by Sukuyo, he felt the ground below him rumble.
Raising an eyebrow, Ryūko sniffed the air when she detected a very familiar scent on the wind, "Exhaust pipes?"
She knew that smell because she owned a motorbike and was in fact an accomplished rider in her own right. It was a hobby she took up back at her old school, motorcycle riding, partially because she wanted to rebel against the enforced order of the school and partially because she enjoyed it.
If there was one smell she knew for certain it was the smell of a bikes exhaust pipes and fumes, looking up ahead of her, her odd eyes widened when she saw a huge group of motorcycle riders blazing towards them.
Before she could raise a warning, the motorcycle riders had arrived and surrounded them in a circle. Jumping to their feet, the six friends looked wary as the bikers were content to merely circle them and laugh.
They were a motley crew of thugs and punks, all of them looking like the most stereotypical bikers imaginable. Though for teens they sure were pretty muscular and strongly built looking, then the avenger's attention was caught by a loud varoom of a Harley.
"What the f-" Her mouth dropped when she saw what was coming their way.
A massive biker, clad all in pink, with glittering gold teeth exposed in a massive shit-eating grin, atop a bike so huge she'd almost think he was compensating for something.
It was a buffed up Harley, with handlebars at least twice the size of her thighs, massive headlights that shone a mini-sun into their eyes, and forced them to look away. The exhaust pipes bristled behind the back of the bike like a mini-forest of steel. Its wheels were gigantic combination treads and motorcycle wheels, with spiked portions that tore up the ground as it roared towards them.
Over the back of the bike were a collection of flags and signs, all declaring various phrases and sayings, one of the most striking said, "A true man loves his siblings and treats them well!"
What was most striking however, was how its bright pink shaded metal had red and black threads surging through it along with rainbow sparkles. Blazed over the side of the chassis were two star decals, each one connected. The man hit the kick stand for the bike when his boys made a path for him, and walked towards them after getting off his bike.
Gentaro looked up, and up, and up at the man as he stepped forward, his boots clicking until he was directly in front of the Rider who suddenly grinned and held out his hand, "Gentaro Kisaragi! It's nice to meet you!"
The biker merely flipped up his pointy shades, Ryūko raising an eyebrow as he revealed he wore an exact pair of replica shades underneath those two sets of sunglasses. The man suddenly laughed and extended his hand, eagerly shaking Gentaro's yet noticeably not performing the friendship handshake with him. They were enemies for the moment, although knowing Gentaro the Rider would most assuredly put his heart to change soon and befriend the hell out of him.
He introduced himself with a grin that Gentaro matched, making Tansha look utterly pleased, "Tansha Kenage's the name, Lil' Dude! I've heard a lotta about ya, that you're one damn good Rider, and that you've got a kickass bike! Well, I'm the Club Captain of the Motorcycles Club! And I came here to do two things, challenge you and drink delicious cups of tea, and I'm all outta tea!"
Omiko suddenly groaned, the blonde tennis player mumbling in irritation, "Oh god dammit, this numbskull…"
Raising her second brow, the red locked girl voiced what she was wondering right now, "And this dude is…? He's pink, so, uh, how bad can he be?"
Letting loose another groan, Omiko muttered in irritation to her, "It's not that he's bad, he's just… irritating as all Hell. Before I became a club captain, my club and I got a good look at how blatantly nutty this guy was whenever he stopped by the Club meeting room to talk with Nonon-sama. He's completely out of his gourd, but…"
Takaharu let loose a soft laugh and stepped forward, swiping his thumb underneath his nose as he finished the tennis player's sentence, "He's pretty strong, I mean not quite Elite Four Level, and definitely not as strong as some of the other club captains, but he's got serious skill with his bike and his fists, and more impressive is that he doesn't fight with a Goku Uniform. He fights with his own two fists and said to the captain of The Sewing Club that he didn't need to use one, if he did, he'd probably be one of the strongest Two Stars in the school."
Turning back, Ryūko saw how incredibly ripped Tansha was, and found herself believing quite fully that this beast of a man was as strong as the boxer and tennis player claimed he was.
"So how do you wanna do this, Lil' Dude? Ya wanna fight me with your two fists or duke it out with me on our bikes? Right now, even though you're so small and it's funny to me, I can feel your spirit. IT'S HUGE! You've got a presence that could suck me in like a vortex, and it's all I can do not to just make ya my pal right on the spot!" Even an idiot like Tansha could feel how the Kamen Rider brought all people to him, through his shades, the motorcyclist saw the universe surrounding Gentaro. He was without a doubt, the Kamen Rider of Friendship.
Unwilling to wait a second longer, he stepped forward, his fists shooting out and impacting the pompadour clad teen's own knuckles, the sound of their fists meeting causing his club members to ooo and aah in amazement, but looking down at the Kamen Rider, the biker only felt his blood start to burn hot at how his grin never left his face.
"If you want to see my full spirit, bring it on, Tansha!" Gentaro said before both jumped back, a thumb aimed to his heart, "I'll take you on as Kisaragi Gentaro myself, not Kamen Rider Fourze. If I didn't fight you as an equal there's no way I could be called your friend!"
Tansha could only widen his grin, "Well said, Lil' Dude! But I can't fight you just yet! See, my Buddy wants to fight you real bad too! Ah, speak of the dude and he comes in fire!"
A sound of fire erupting made both look to the sky, as a bunch of astronauts slammed down in front of them via the use the use of jetpacks, most of the Astronauts wore the white suits that Gentaro's friends and he himself had used outside the Rabbit Hutch, but the one figure that stood out from them wore an orange suit.
Red and black Life Fibers twisted through its surface, while its chest displayed an immense amount of medals and honors. As it strode towards them, the Kamen Rider felt his grin grow even brighter as the astronaut's radio delightfully sang out "I'm a rocket man~"
"KZZZRT. GREETINGS KAMEN RIDER FOURZE, GENTARO KISARAGI. I AM EISEI KŪKI." After the radio crackled with a hiss, the figure rumbled out its greeting in a deep voice until Tansha slapped its back, instantly the voice coughed, and came out in a more polite if somewhat irritable tone, "Ahem! Right, I'm the Space Appreciation Club Captain, and we've both come here to challenge you and fight you. So make your choice, who do you want to fight first?"
The Kamen Rider stepped forward, behind him were his friends standing at his side. Ryūko to his left, Takaharu to his right, Omiko and Maiko behind, and Mako directly at the red locked girl's side.
Raising his fist up, the Kamen Rider just grinned and loudly declared, "I'll fight you both, so let's do it, man-to-man!"
The biker and astronaut both looked at each other and nodded before turning to the Rider, Tansha snapping his fingers eagerly, "Name your terms and your choice of arena alongside a proper date, Lil' Dude!"
"Right here and now!" Gentaro's response made the biker roar in joy, he grinned down at the Rider below him, before both walked off to grab their bikes.
Eisei's helmet rattled in complete eagerness, before he held it tightly, muttering to himself quietly, "This guy really gets me excited, heh… He's one helluva man, now that I think about it…"
Rubbing the bridge of her nose in resigned amusement, Ryūko shrugged as she might have to watch this one and stay out of it, something Senketsu was curious about, "Ryūko, are you sure about sitting this fight out?"
"Not really Senketsu, though I'm not going to deny that I want to fight too… But I know somethin' important, and that's what made me decide this. Gentaro, he's always got my back, no matter when, where, or whatever happens," Her expression turned warm as she gave her Kamui a toothy grin, her eyes set in a hot-blooded glint, "Some fights are mine and he'll support me, some fights are his and I'll support him, and some fights are ours so we'll do them together. That's just the kind of people and friends we are!"
"He really is someone important, isn't he? Gentaro-san, go for it!" Senketsu said half to himself, half to the red locked girl, before he cheered the Rider on, said man had already arrived on the Machine Massigler and heard what Ryūko and the Kamui had said, making him grin widely.
"Of course I will!" Standing across from the biker and astronaut, he could only look forward to the ensuing fight, as a Kamen Rider, a man, and a hero, he would befriend them both!
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She had said that, but watching Gentaro get ready to fight the two men made her suddenly feel her battle hunger surge.
Observing from where she was, she realized something that made her release a gasp in surprise.
It had taken her a while to click the gears in the right place, but she could now see it along the others. If one were to see their minds, they'd see a cloud containing their thoughts, a pair of cartoonish gears moving as one, and then the image that would make them blink. On one side was Tansha and on the other Gentaro, an equal sign between them. The same happened with her and the astronaut.
Omiko rubbed her temples with a hand, "Dammit, Gentaro better never, ever wear pink or I'll rip my eyes off."
Maiko bit her thumb, "Well, this explains why I didn't like you and Gentaro from the start, Matoi."
"Oi!"
In short, the two men were like her and Gentaro. A well-meaning and kind hearted bike rider who was best friends with a hot tempered and easily irritable man who got annoyed with their antics. They were like her and Gentaro, and she didn't want to let her best friend have all the fun all the time.
Sensing the turbulent thoughts of his wearer, Senketsu wisely observed to her, "Ryūko, you want to fight too? I won't deny that you also have the right to fight. If it's what you wish, if it's what you want, then do it. Get your dreams by your own hand, or else they won't mean anything. Gentaro, everyone, we will all support you. Because, you're our friend!"
"Friends, huh? Yo, Gentaro! Mind if I fight the space junkie?" A toothy grin appeared over her face before she got up, grabbing her scissor blade she ran over to where the Rider and his opponents were currently facing each other.
Eisei startled at that, the skull on his helmet turning to face her as he irritably inquired, "And why should I oblige you? You're not the one I want to-"
"Shut your piehole you goddamn space-face! I wasn't asking you! I was asking my best friend!" Ryūko could be sneaky when she wanted to, and she internally chuckled when she did exactly what would piss her off in the same situation she was putting the astronaut in.
Being ignored, she hated that to an extreme, and as she guessed correctly, the space man did too.
Flames burst from his body, a loud snarl coming from the radio in a rough buzz of static, "The hell you call me?! I'm not going to be ignored by some bi-"
"SURE! You can fight him if you want, Ryūko-chan! Your youth is burning hot today, I can tell! Let's do it! I can't wait to see how strong you've gotten since we fought with Satsuki-chan!" Whirling around, the Rider gave her a thumb up, his huge grin widening happily at the suggestion.
Grinning right back at her best friend, Ryūko almost wanted to laugh at how Eisei was getting more and more pissed off at her, it was a matter of time before he exploded, and soon enough his fire burst out in an arc, the man standing forward with a massive snarl, "Alright you filthy flasher! You're going down, I swear it! Ignore me will you?! I gained this position with my own two hands and I will not allow you to mock me!"
Digging her pinky into her ear, Ryūko mockingly asked him, "What was that? All I heard was the barking of another one of that bitch Satsuki's lapdogs, and as much as Guts likes me I don't speak mutt."
Instead of getting more furious, Eisei surprised her by visibly cooling down, his laughter coming out in a sharp chuckle, "We really are alike… HAHA! Don't play games with me, woman! I realize what you're doing by insulting and ignoring me and as much as I'm loath to admit it, we're both similar in that regard. Ryūko Matoi, we'll fight each other and see who truly is better. I hope you're ready, because I'm not like anyone else you've fought thus far."
Fire exploded from his body as he held up his weapon and clicked a button on its handle, jet fuel covered the spinning buzz-saw and caused it to erupt into burning fire, the flames illuminated the astronaut's skull plate, his helmet beginning to clack and rattle in anticipation of the fight to come.
Spitting to the side, she made a big show of yawning before her eyes snapped to focus on the man in front of her with pure determination shining in their gaze, "You're just another roadblock on the path to my goals! I ain't gonna be beaten by you, Satsuki's top goons, or the bitch who murdered my dad! I've got a bunch of crazies that call themselves my friends and they're too stubborn to let me give up, and we'll make our way to the truth and the top of this shitty-ass school!"
"Let's go then, girl! Activate your inferior Kamui, and we'll fight here and now!" His voice came out in a loud crackle, the fire that surged through his body and heart making him appear like a burning demon straight out of hell, especially as the eye-holes of the skull glowed red to mirror the raging passion of his own eyes.
"Oi, Senketsu ain't an inferior anything! He's my partner, and we'll kick your sorry ass from here to the flippin' Dog Star ya freaky space-face!"
Said uniform's eye widened, "Ryūko…"
Ryūko was completely unfazed as she bit the pin back over her Seki Tekkō, in an explosion of blood Senketsu activated his transformation.
Emerging out in her Kamui form, the hot-blooded teen swung her scissor blade in an arc and placed it against her shoulder.
Giving the astronaut a grin, she thumbed her nose before beckoning with her finger for him to come get her, "Waiting and ready whenever you are, so c'mon!"
Eisei Kūki needed no further encouragement, and exploded across the battle field, fire burning in his wake as his jet-pack carried him straight towards the Kamui wielder! In an explosion of fire and force, his buzz-saw crashed against the Scissor blade and caused plumes of fire to melt the ground below their feet into sizzling gooey puddles.
Both were carried from their friends, the astronaut gripping Ryūko's neck as he carried her off into the sky, flames bursting behind them.
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Not that far away…
The biker and Rider looked at each other, after witnessing their comrades start their match, put on matching grins before they ran forward as well, their fists slamming out in a cross-blow that made the air let loose a sound like a gun-shot.
Both men slid back, matching bruises appearing over their face and chests respectively, Tansha was just that much taller than the Rider so he couldn't even punch his face. But even with that, the biker felt the blow knock the wind out of him, making him cough in utter joy.
"Finally! A man who gets it, I've had to watch so many of my pantywaist comrades rely entirely on their outfits! THERE CAN BE NO JOY IN FIGHTING WITH A STINKIN' UNIFORM! The only way to truly embrace your manhood, the only way to fight, the only way to succeed is with the honest skill you have as a man! Do it with a DON! OR DON'T DO IT AT ALL! We'll fight with our fists then take it to our bikes! No tricks, no Life-fibers or Rider belts, just our passion as men!" His speech was impassioned, his words powerful, and Gentaro answered them with a hot-blooded yell that made Tansha roar right back!
"UCHU… KITAAAAAAAAA!" Throwing his hands into the air, the pompadour clad teen's words shot to the skies and heaven above, shooting past a trio of shooting stars, and touching a distant star with their echo!
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THAT'S THE TICKET! LET'S-"
"DO IT!"
The two men rushed towards each other after finishing each other's sentences, Tansha swinging his fist out in a brutal jab causing the ground to explode from sheer muscle strength, in response Gentaro slid underneath the heavy blow, crouching down with his knees slightly bent. His arm made a ninety degree turn, before he sprang up like a gazelle, his fist giving an uppercut like no other to the giant's chin and making him stumble back with a surprised grunt of pain.
Takaharu suddenly gave a start, his voice coming out in an excited yell, "That was a textbook Makunoichi style Gazelle Punch! He stopped using that sadly when he became the Japanese champion, but it was exciting as hell when he pulled it off!"
"Whoa! It must be, Takaharu-senpai is glowing in joy like the time Mako got an all you can eat buffet of Mystery Croquettes all to herself!" As always, Mako was enjoying how over the top everything was by being herself.
"That was a real manly punch! Let me show you mine, Lil' Dude!" Stomping forward, the giant seemed to throw an uppercut, before just as it was going straight towards Gentaro he shifted his fist sideways and straightened his arm out, a fist the size of his face impacted the Rider's chin and launched him back.
Gentaro's sneakers ground themselves into the dirt, allow his body to stop its skidding in its tracks, he snapped his head back with a massive grin and stepped forward on steady legs, Takaharu giving another fanboyish squeal as he explained to his awed friends.
"That's a true Smasher! That technique was legendarily used by Sendou Takashi himself! His Sunday punch which was his KO pattern!" to say he was ecstatic was an understatement.
Both the Rider and the biker seemed to stand eye to eye for once. In a fashion, Tansha now considered him to be a man worthy of looking him in the eye. The wind picked up before they swung their fists out in a barrage!
Blows that could smash walls down drove Gentaro back before his feet pushed him forward once more, Tansha was knocked around by punches thrown with the strength to blow Dustards aside, and as both fought to the surprise of everyone watching, even Satsuki herself, the two men seemed to be covered by swirling flames!
Gentaro's was a bright grey that turned a deep purple when a hook launched by him impacted the bikers stomach and made him spit blood, "URYAAAAAAAAAAH!" He followed it up with a determined roar and a stomp kick that punished Tansha for trying to grapple with him. It nearly sent the biker to kiss the ground if the enormous muscle mass wasn't as stubborn as him.
In response, Tansha's fire burnt even hotter, a bright pink that turned into a deeper vermillion, he grabbed the smaller man up roaring out fiercely as he whirled around then slammed him into the ground, lifting his leg up to stomp him underneath its force. The rider saw it coming through the stars in his vision and rolled around, just as the ground cratered underneath the Biker's foot.
Springing to his feet, Gentaro put his fists up in a text book stance, the biker circling him in a more traditional grappler style, their mutual flames exploding before they did something that surprised the onlookers again.
They… threw off their jackets, then pulled off their shirts, baring their chests and backs to each other, "The only way a man can admit his true strength to another, is by baring his hard work proudly! A back without scars is the back of a true man! Never step back, never run away, never flee, and fight with pride! Fight with honor! Fight with passion! A man who does all of these things, is one who can say he's led a good life!"
Even more surprisingly, these words came from the two of them talking as one, their eyes burning bright with the hot blood surging through their entire bodies.
Mako tilted her head, "Is Gen-chan now an exhibitionist like Ryūko-chan?"
Takaharu's hand and face had a nice and little greet and meet, "Mankanshoku! It is only when men with burning passions fight that they know they have to do so as equals without weapons, armor or any other power but their spirit, sweat and blood! There are legends among yakuza of a man, The Dragon of Dojima himself, who showed the tattoo on his back when his spirit burned the brightest in a fight!"
Mako stepped back, "So… men fight better if they go shirtless?! Do you think Gamagōri-senpai is like that too?!"
Takaharu turned around, found the nearest wall, and slammed his forehead on it to try to numb the migraine building in his skull.
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The sight got different reactions from Omiko, Maiko, Satsuki herself, Nonon at her best friend's side, Eisei, and Ryūko who had kicked the astronaut in the face and currently found herself free-falling with her scissor blade holding back his flaming saw.
The tennis player had a gigantic steaming red blush on her face as she saw Gentaro shirtless, her voice coming out as she hid her eyes in adorable embarrassment, "I-I-Idiot! You're showing off your en-entire body to everyone here! H-Have you no shame?"
The neurotic nerd just blinked slowly and begun writing down in her notebook while muttering, "Shirtless plus men equals more strength and passion… what's the equation here? Is it just that men who fight shirtless get stronger than men who don't? What if we add in high rise buildings, does the product multiply?"
Satsuki in contrast merely arched a single eyebrow, her voice coming out in a softly muttered, "Fascinating, so they're fighting with their passion and pride on the line. Let us see how far you two go with that, don't disappoint me, either of you, well… it seems that Gentaro has yet to do so."
Overhearing this and watching the two men getting fired up, Nonon looked a little more interested, her voice coming out in a slightly less snide tone, "Well, if Satsuki thinks that you've got some value, then I'll give you the benefit of the doubt Kamen Rider Fourze, but if you disappoint her, then you'll be punished for it by me."
In contrast to his superiors, or Omiko, Eisei as he free-fell and fought with the red locked girl against him shouted angrily to Tansha, "PUT A GOD DAMN SHIRT ON! YOU FREAKING IDIOT! C'MON! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT!"
Growling, Ryūko punched the astronaut in the face with a loud yell, "Focus on me, asshat! I'm the one you're supposed to fight!" Her blow knocked Eisei right off of her body, his buzz-saw swinging out in a counter and creating an arc of flame that singed her hair.
The man growled sharply, "You're really starting to piss me off bitch!"
"That makes two of us, asshole!" Both fighters slammed down hard onto the ground.
The Kamui wielder's knees bent down before she shot forward like one of Gentaro's rockets, her scissor blade swinging out and impacting the Astronaut's buzz-saw.
Sparks flew out and ignited the air, the two of them pushing back against each other and gaining little to no ground, to her shock Ryūko found herself being shoved back inch by inch.
The astronaut angrily asked her something that fired her determination up even more, "Do you even have a right to fight at that man's side?! When you're plagued by thoughts of revenge, can you put aside your own issues to fight for someone you can consider a friend?! If you're so weak that I can push you back, then you have no right to stand against Satsuki-sama!"
"Shut! Your! Barking! Hole!" Punctuating each word with a swing of her scissor blade, the red locked girl shoved her rival back, sparks shooting into the air and illuminating her face, "If there's a reason I'm fighting you here and now it isn't because of revenge! It's because I want to back that nutjob I call a best friend up! This has nothing to do with you or Sasquatch and her eyebrows at the moment! I want to beat you because you and that pink idiot are picking up a fight with one of my buds!"
The astronaut had to fly back, watching his saw cracking before he had to throw it away as it was useless now, "What… What power!" And with a powerful jump, Ryūko was right in front of the helmet wearing pyromaniac.
Senketsu's eye widened, "This blood… It's warm, it's boiling hot yet it's filling my body with a wonderful jolt of power… No, this sensation… is me! I also want to fight for your friends, Ryūko!"
Ryūko grinned, "Idiot… We fight for OUR friends!" Clenching her fist tightly, she let loose a furious roar as one eye seemed to turn pure red to the astronaut, "TAKE THIS AND DROP DEAD!"
Bracing himself, the astronaut grunted when the Kamui wielder rammed her fist directly against his mask, steam blasting from her body as she launched him across the school! Shattering the entire wall on the side of the school, the club captain tumbled into a pile of rubble and wreckage. With blood dripping from his head and splatting his helmet's interior, he grit his teeth and got up.
Feeling his legs shake, he dropped to one knee, then punched the ground furiously several times over and over. Spitting up blood behind his mask, Eisei felt his rage grow in proportion to the pain he was feeling.
"You'll pay for this… YOU'LL P-" Ramming into his body with a jump kick, Ryūko high kicked him several times in a move she stole straight from Satsuki herself, before kicking him right out of the hole she put him in with red energy coursing from her high-heels.
"SHADDUP ALREADY! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH ASSHOLES LIKE YOU! Always friggin' running your mouth off about people payin' for kicking your sorry asses! Do you jackasses just love the sound of your voice or what?!"
She spun around then leaped after him, her blade being clutched tightly in her right fist as she prepared to cut him this time.
He righted himself in midair, flames shooting from his jetpack before he blasted right back at her. This startled her, allowing his fist to drive into her stomach and burning the surface of her firm abs.
"You impudent bitch…! I'll crush you underneath the weight of my fury! All things turn to ash eventually, even this earth will fade to dust one day! But I'll burn you to nothing before you ever get to see that fate!"
With a furious yell of his own, he crushed the Kamui wielder under the weight of his anger, namely a double hammer blow that nearly cracked her skull. Blasting back he flew away before ramming her just as she cratered the ground.
His fist drove her through the earth, rubble, fire, and her own blood shooting up with the force of his blow. His jetpack pushed him further as he tried to drill her through the very earth below them.
To his shock, Ryūko gripped his arms and pushed back. Her feet dug themselves into the bed rock below her, before she began pushing up against him.
The skull faced astronaut could only gape at her hot-blooded grin, "Think you're so tough hitting me while I'm down, eh?! IT'S MY TURN, JACKHOLE!"
Slamming her knee into his gut, a surge of red energy shot the man flying out of the hole, with the Kamui Wielder leaping right after him. Landing down on the ground, she turned her head back to look at where Gentaro and Tansha were still slugging it out.
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"TORYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
A massive fist swung forward at the Kamen Rider, who merely ducked below it, his own fist launching into Tansha's ribcage and for a split second, lifting him up. Whirling around, his leg whipped about in a side kick that made the giant spit up blood.
He grit his teeth into a blood-covered smile before his leg rammed Gentaro's stomach. The Rider backed away, grinning before he put his fists down, slapping his chest, Tansha gave a loud laugh as in response he lowered his arms too.
"RIGHT ON! It's time, we've shown each other our pride on the line! Let's do it with a DON! We'll ride on until the time is right, until that time judges us all! As men, as a biker, as a Rider! C'mon!" Gentaro rose up and slammed his fist against the biker's, the sound of their knuckles impacting making the air rumble with force.
He only grinned right back at the biker, the two staring into the other's eyes with pure determination, "My heart, no my soul itself wouldn't forgive me if I didn't step up to the challenge! Tansha, I'll become your friend!"
Banging his fist against his chest twice, feudal drums banged dramatically in the ears of the pink clad biker, who merely laughed happily, his glittering teeth exposed in a manly grin, his replay coming out swiftly, "AYE! I'll drink tea to that! To a new friend, but only if ya beat me Lil' Dude! Let's-"
Finishing the man's sentence with a hot blooded smile of his own, "RIDE!"
Both walked over to their bikes, only putting on their jackets. Tansha clenched the massive handle bars of his Harley, his eyes flashing behind the glasses he wore. Both bikes were on opposite sides of each other, separated only by a massive white line that cut the courtyard in half.
Getting atop the Machine Massigler, Gentaro slicked his hair back. Both men were at a starting line drawn across the ground by his biker club members, each and every one of them was cheering happily with huge flags being woven. Many were, predictably of their club captain… But, just as many were of the Rider's face himself.
"Go, Gentaro-bro!" It was, unsurprising, that one of the flags had been taken by Takaharu, who waved it furiously in front of everyone.
He had won their respect just as much as their club captain, and for a Motorcycle Club, they respected anyone who handled a bike with manliness and pride. Gentaro had proven to be a man they could truly look up to. And so they showed their support for his skills and manliness willingly.
Omiko was pushed forward by Mako and Maiko, the two giving her thumbs up as she held a white napkin in front of her.
Her teeth bore themselves into an unhappy scowl, as she had been made to wear a race track suit modeled up in the colors of Fourze's suit, with a particular emphasis on her breasts. A grey scarf was worn around her neck while for the moment she had taken off her coke bottle glasses, although her blue eyes seemed a little squinty without them, she used to use contacts before she got her lens, as it was the only thing she could make out for certain and clearly was Gentaro's bright smile in front of her.
Inumuta hummed, "I'll have to congratulate our Sewing Club captain for doing this odd request in such a short notice."
Said pale, blond masked teen groaned, "Blame that Mankanshoku girl, she proclaimed something or other to make a proper outfit for this battle."
The blue haired lad raised a brow, "She actually managed to find you for such an odd request… Interesting…" he'd have to give Satsuki this piece of information.
Mako had not only managed to stand up to the Disciplinary Committee Club's captain and talked to him as an equal, she even got Ira's acceptance despite her insubordination in one go by proclaiming how important breakfast was.
From that day, Gamagōri had started to train harder after consuming healthy amounts of protein mixed in his diet. His efficiency had since near doubled. The tower of a man even proclaimed he'd train to pump his "youth" after seeing Gentaro and Mako race to school to "pump their youthful energy to the max" as he had heard.
If Kisaragi was a force to be reckoned, then the Mankanshoku girl could…
He shook his head, he'd have to think on that after this race.
Exhaling, Omiko stepped onto the white line, just in between them, "All right, you two idiots better hurt each other for making the underachiever force me to wear this!" she said with clear venom and then dropped the napkin she carried with a loud and empathic cry of, "HAIJIME!"
The second it hit the ground, both men blasted off towards each other, their bikes screaming across the make shift race track created over the school courtyard. Omiko braced herself as the wind blew her pigtails wildly in the air, but even then she could see Gentaro's smile aimed at her and a wave that made her heartbeat increase its tempo.
Black smoke belched from the massive Harley's pipes, whereas the Machine Massigler merely let loose a brilliant plume of grey exhaust, both bikes raced towards each other than impacted with a loud crash.
Instead of being broken or shattered, both bikes instead bounced back after jolting the two men riding them, akin to a proper joust between knights. In a way, both men were knights, and their loyal steeds spun around.
Each one made a loud squeal and pop, before they shot towards each other again, picking up speed once more!
Both men braced themselves as their bikes rammed each other with another loud crash, dust and debris flying up into the air as they were jolted again. Gritting their teeth after the impact, both men begun circling each other.
Every pass by they got closer, then further apart, their speed increasing to the point where the ground started heating up. At Satsuki's side, Inumuta suddenly frowned, the computer whiz muttering to himself, "Impossible, that fool's bike is matching the speed of Tansha's Life-Fiber enhanced bike? What kind of fuel does it use? Hydrogen? Well, it is a space age bike, yet still…"
He was slowly getting more and more worried as he typed away at his handheld, the data he was gleaning about the Machine Masigler stunning him, "Its speed right now is over 200 Mph. It's going steady against that bike nuts machine. No! It's exceeding it!"
His eyes bugged out when he could only gape at the sight in front of him. Both bikes blasted towards each other, leaving only flames in their wake. The ground itself started burning as both bikes accelerated even faster, their crash this time causing the ground and earth to rumble.
The ground splintered on either of the sides of the two bikes, creating massive earth spikes that shattered when Tansha punched the ones across from Gentaro, and the Rider kicked the ones across from the biker allowing them room to pull away from each other and begin whirling around the arena once more.
What was more astonishing was that, for a second, both men had gone unconscious from the impact they suffered, they kept on riding because their bodies were piloted entirely by their hot blooded will to go on.
Their vision snapped back into focus, before both men started racing towards each other at full throttle, the air loudly thrumming with the force of their bikes picking up. This time they whirled around so fast that if it wasn't for the fact that the two bike users were driven by a will beyond any human's limits, then they'd never be able to see a single thing.
Hōka had to pinch himself, he really did, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from drooling vacantly. Again he wished he had a flask, privately resolving to buy one as soon as he could he shook his head and wiped his mouth to clear the drool away. He forced his attention to the bike duel currently going on, his quietly muttered words made Nonon raise her eyebrow in surprise, and Satsuki hum in thought.
"Fi... Five hundred mph… Their bikes are now moving faster than the eye can possibly see without aid!"
The riders focused their attention entirely on each other, their words being communicated to each other, not by sound but by their hearts themselves! If one had the ability to see the soul, they'd have seen two massive spiritual versions of the two men covered in pink and grey flames, both were entirely shirtless and immediately started slamming their fists together with huge grins.
Even while they clashed with their souls as men, to the people watching, all they saw were sudden blasts echoing out into the air as the two bikes whirled even faster, the ground forming a perfect burning circle.
Satsuki rose a single eyebrow, exhaling a soft breath of amusement at what she saw, the woman sipped from a cup of tea and remarked dryly, "Of course such astonishingly simple minded fools would be able to fight even with their souls. I admire such determination however, they truly are men to be respected, if only for that determination."
Uzu was practically vibrating with excitement and battle lust, if his massive shit-eating grin and burning flame like eyes were any indication, he almost rose and was prepared to leap out the window to join the fight, if it wasn't for Satsuki saying in warning.
"Sanageyama."
"I know, Satsuki-sama, but I'm not sure how much more of this waiting I can take." He said, sitting back down and grunting to himself, his shinai tapped rapidly against the floor, forcing himself to watch the fight was causing him no small amount of frustration, because his own soul burned for a chance to join the fight or better yet score a match against the Rider for himself.
For Takaharu, he saw the two baring their souls entirely to each other, and it brought heavy tears of bliss and pride to his eyes, "SUCH PRIDE! SUCH PASSION! SUCH MANLINESS! I… I DON'T KNOW WHO TO ROOT FOR! TANSHA, GENTARO! GIVE IT YOUR BEST! BOTH OF YOU!"
The two souls paused for half a second, their grins widening to the point before they screamed, "OF COURSE!"
Slamming together for a final clash, the bikes caused the air to explode into a heavy explosion, both of the two souls never ceasing their barrage of fists, even as the bikes pushed each other to their brink, the riders never once stopped fighting! Cracks appeared in Gentaro's soul, even while Tansha's bike and soul pushed him back further.
"I won't lose…! Not while a friend is on the line! Not while I can still fight! Not while I can still win!" Gentaro grit his teeth, his soul being pushed back millimeter by precious millimeter. Cracks even formed over his pompadour before they sealed shut by sheer will power, for that hair was the Rider's pride made manifest.
The biker in response forced the deal harder, refusing to allow Gentaro to gain any ground, his fists slammed even harder and almost pushed the Rider down in a brutal barrage. Just as he was prepared to finish their exchange of fists, something happened that completely shocked all people who could see the souls fighting.
Hands suddenly shot out of the ground, each one holding up the Rider's bike and pushing against his soul's back. The hands were preventing him from falling or being driven back further, behind him materialized figures from the ground, a group of seven teenagers, a goth, a punk, a jock, a Queen, a genius, a space nerd, and another Rider held Gentaro up.
More hands and a pair of paws joined his back, each one allowing the Rider to push even harder and start causing cracks to appear over Tansha's soul. Omiko, Maiko, Mako, Ryūko, Takaharu, Sukuyo, Barazō, Guts, and even Mataro all joined the first seven! Their voices rang out as a united whole, giving him even greater strength!
"DON'T FALL! GENTARO! YOU'RE OUR BEST FRIEND!" The Rider's eyes shone through the growing tornado of force and fire, two brilliantly glowing grey eyes flecked with purple!
"THAT'S RIGHT! Because…!"
"FRIENDSHIP KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Laughing happily in response to the Rider's second wind, Tansha's soul punched even harder, even as cracks shattered one arm, "Sorry I won't attend a celebratory tea party, Lil' S!" He recognized it, and despite the fact he knew the victor was always going to be his opponent, he had to smile.
The other arm shattered, before the biker was sent flying from his bike! Said bike exploded into red threads, the last one shooting off and flying into where Ryūko was still fighting.
Leaping off of his bike, the Rider caught the biker by his arm, and slammed down onto the earth, causing rubble to go flying and dirt to cake his entire pants. His shoes ripped up due to the force of the jump, and if he wasn't so damn durable he'd have gotten his feet torn up as well.
Setting Tansha down, Gentaro stepped back briefly, breathing in softly as blood leaked down from his face, his pompadour all out of shape and going down his face in a wild black mess.
Groaning softly, the biker got up onto one foot, the entire audience waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. His Mohawk was likewise messed up, leaving his head covered in a wild pink mop.
Lifting his head up slowly, the biker flashed the Rider a huge toothy grin, prompting Gentaro to grin back, both suddenly banged their fists together. Gentaro banged his fist once on top, then switching with Tansha's fist below, they clasped hands, their grip tightening before they shook firmly, pulling away the two helped each other up.
With a loud cheer, his entire club cheered happily. The Rider's friends doing the same, all sides ran forward and helped the two exhausted men away, both men had befriended each other with passion aplenty and strength shown to each other. The Machine Massigler, was surprisingly completely unharmed, all of Tansha's club members helped carry the bike away and actually lifted it, the biker, and the Rider above their heads with loud cheers!
Gentaro had made yet another friend by his sheer will and spirit.
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Meanwhile, the Kamui wielder was having her own trouble with the powerful astronaut. Fire enveloped her, and she burned with its embrace.
Whirling her scissor sword around like a wind-mill, she blew the flames away, and through the blistering heat she saw Eisei walking towards her.
Flames enveloped his fists, and caused them to gain two massive fiery gauntlets, each one made of scorching rage. His jetpack launched him forward, and Ryūko had the horrible experience of blocking two white hot burning fists trying to reach past her sword and tear her to shreds while burning said shreds.
It was not for nothing that Eisei and Tansha had been considered two of the strongest club captains in the entire school. And she was realizing this extremely potent strength even as she was shoved back, fire scorching her face and body roughly.
The astronaut was a relentless juggernaut, fire burning her at every turn. But the red locked girl hadn't gotten this far to be beaten back by someone like the astronaut. She dug in her heels and grit her teeth. She could take the heat, the question was: could Eisei?
Sudden inspiration struck her. With a sudden kick her leg impacted the astronaut's chest and launched him back. Skidding back, he shook his helmet out with a rattle. Upon gasping for breath he noticed that Ryūko was nowhere to be seen. Snapping his gaze from side to side, his instincts suddenly screamed at him, and he looked up in shock.
The girl cleaved her sword down, cutting through his suit and opening it to the air, grinning she thought she had him, only for her eyes to bulge out in astonishment.
The hole that she had cut was being closed shut, but not by Life fibers. Fire itself formed burning stitches that sealed the suit shut. With a rough laugh, he stepped forward and punched her in the face brutally, fire scolding her with its furious heat, punching her again and again he pummeled her without mercy.
The astronaut roared furiously, "FOOL! I HAD COUNTERMEASURES TO STOP SUCH FEEBLE ATTEMPTS! Do you even realize how many people think that by opening up my suit they can beat me?! I didn't become club captain by letting such an obvious weakness hamper me! BURN FOR ME, BITCH!"
"BURN FOR YOURSELF ASSWIPE!" His assault was stopped by Ryūko suddenly grabbing his fists, her head lowered, before she roared in his face, her fist crashing into his helmet and shattering it!
In a flurry of crystal glass that tinkled to the ground, the Astronaut was shocked when she punched him in the face and sent him flying back. Spitting blood out on the ground, he got up slowly, even though she had pierced the helmet, it still covered most of his face. What could be seen, was that he had effeminate features, he had medium length pale white hair, harsh green eyes, and a face that was currently set into an utterly enraged scowl.
"You bitch! YOU BITCH! THAT HELMET WAS MY PRIDE!" Retaliating furiously, the astronaut blasted off and held out his palms, fireballs gathering in them before he barraged her with exploding shots that demolished the ground around them!
Running forward with her body kept close to the ground, the Kamui wielder dodged every shot, her scissor sword swinging up in an arc with the impetus of a jump added in. If anyone was below her at that moment, they'd see that Senketsu really did leave nothing to the imagination, and that she preferred white and blue striped panties. Dust and rubble flew on either side of her as her sword cut off Eisei's jetpack, making him land down in front of her with a scowl.
Stomping forward, fire erupted over his body and legs, forming beautiful yet burning hot gauntlets and grieves, said grieves actually lifted him back up in the air via jet like fire, prompting Ryūko to exclaim in exasperation.
"OH COME THE HELL ON! That's just not friggin' fair!"
"SHOVE IT UP YOUR SKANKY ASS!" Eisei screamed right back, before he shot forward and grabbed her body, flying into the air and crushing her against his extremely hot frame, she could do nothing but struggle limply as he soared into the air then threw her back down after he pierced the skyline above Honnōji!
She looked up weakly even while she flew down, seeing the man form two streams of fire between his hands and connecting them both, she realized that he was charging up for something huge.
Said something was a gigantic wall of fire that illuminated the insane grin he had over his face, his voice coming out in a ruthless yell, "BURN IN THE FIRES OF THE SUN YOU GOD DAMN BITCH! SOLAR WALL!"
Forcing herself to land on her feet, an explosion of rock shot up into the air after she impacted the ground, shakily standing up, the Kamui wielder panicked briefly at the encroaching wall that was shot towards her before she felt Senketsu tighten up, his voice coming out calmly and soothing her panic.
"Ryūko, we can win this, so let us teach this foul mouthed man a lesson in respect!"
"Right, Senketsu! I've got something I've been working on privately, I wanted to save this for the bitch who killed my dad or barring that Caterpillar Brows herself… but this asshole will do for a test run!"
Exhaling slowly, she held her scissor sword in between both hands, almost praying with the blade clasped between her hands, she channeled out all of her anger and her frustration, leaving only tranquility in her heart and mind. Even as the wall burned its way towards her, she felt her feelings become steady, and all she could hear was her heartbeat.
Her soul resonated with her Kamui's, and for a moment, their synchronization was at a perfect 100%, glowing red, Senketsu felt her blood cool and only a stirring calm remained in her heart.
Snapping her eyes open, she gripped her sword tightly, and transformed it into its Decapitation Mode. She swung once and only once, a thin red line coming from the swords tip and moving through the huge fire wall that was practically so close it could singe her eyebrows.
"Like a Dragon, Scarlet Scar!"
And with that, the wave was cut. The red line exploded into a massive red sword wave that shot out and actually cut the school itself, shortening it by a floor! Satsuki oversaw this attack and narrowed her eyes in mild irritation. She wasn't angry that Ryūko had gotten stronger, no, she was irritated that she'd have to have the Architecture and Construction Club repair the school again.
Eisei was shocked, more like horrified as his ultimate attack was broken, and with it, his outfit started ripping apart. Looking away, he saw Tansha be defeated by Gentaro, and the Life Fibers flow into the Kamui wielder's body. Inch by inch his own suit ripped apart, making him look up at where he knew the moon was in the sky, even though it was broad day light.
He muttered in irritation even as his suit tore itself to shreds, "Well, guess she was stronger than me after all… Damn Kamui."
Falling back, his suit was removed entirely, with only the threads being left to be absorbed by Ryūko. The red locked girl stepped forward, then gaped at what she saw Eisei looked like underneath his suit.
Tansha who was being supported by Gentaro and his club, also looked utterly shocked as well. Suzi who had come out to see the end of the fight and was currently on the giant's shoulder also looked blind-sided by what she saw.
Eisei was… a woman!
"Damn you, bitch!" Eisei shouted, covering her modesty and not so modest parts with her right arm across her chest and one hand over her lower region while she forced both heels on her behind to cover the crack of her cheeks.
Without the helmet she sounded really girly, almost like Omiko but her voice was several pitches higher.
Small tears started to swell in her eyes as she glared at the avenger.
"The fu…" said Kamui wielder couldn't even finish the sentence.
Eisei was… stacked, quite well at that. Her behind paled in comparison to Omiko's and her chest was barely larger than Maiko's, but she had curves on her hips that went for miles. Her stomach was defined with a strong six pack, and her arms had a nice layer of muscle marking her skin. Her face was kind of cute, with its round form, a slightly flat small nose, almond shaped eyes, and delicate eyebrows. Coupled with her silver hair that went down her back, her harsh green eyes, and her face, she looked positively attractive.
"Stop staring, you perverted flasher!" Eisei shouted, clinging her arms to her body tightly.
The red locked girl kicked her shock out of the window in her head to leave the podium open for her anger, "You little-!" she was about to pummel the naked girl, until Gentaro appeared.
"Wait a minute, Ryūko-chan! You already won! If you hold on to your anger even after you're done with a fight, you'll find yourself really lonely!"
Eisei span around on the ground, "No, let me at her… and give me some clothes so I can bite her throat off! I will-"
"Whoa! Chill!" Said Tansha as he wrapped his jacket around his best friend, with Suzi still on his shoulder, "Uh… Eisei… Is that you?"
"What do you think, asswipe?"
"Yes, that's an insult only he… I mean, you would give me." He said in embarrassment, he took off his glasses twice, revealing his eyes underneath.
Said eyes were gigantic peepers, hilariously so, with beady little pupils and light brown iris, they bulged out in a comedic fashion as he looked down at his best friend who stared up at him in embarrassment.
Suzi vocalized what everyone was now thinking in pure shock, "Onii-chan… was an Onee-chan?"
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"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH! DAMN! That's some good tea!"
Slamming a huge jug down, filled to the brim with delicious tea, Tansha had his sunglasses back on and was on his feet once more with his jacket back on.
"Shut the hell up dammit! Jeez, we're in another person's house, no need to shout!" Eisei on the other hand now wore a feminine flight suit that accentuated her impressive curves, with a zipper going being opened for her sizable breasts to show some cleavage and let her puppies breathe. Said flight suit had all of her old medals and memorabilia on it, as well as a small pin that was of Fourze's helmet.
She of course had been befriended by the Rider at Tansha's urging, and the two had hit it off fairly well. At the moment, everyone was celebrating in a huge tea party at the Mankanshoku's place, it was a little crowded, but they made due.
Gentaro sat cross-legged next to the giant and was happily chugging down his own jug of tea, wiping his mouth with a laugh, Suzi cheered as she gave the Rider some cookies which he bit into with relish. None of the three minded being brought down to No-Star level, as they could easily rise back up into a One-Star apartment which at the very least would give them a modest lifestyle.
They had never really abused the gifts granted to them by their Two-Star status, the only sign that their old apartment had been the home of Two-Stars was that it was slightly better looking and had nicer furniture.
"It's great drinking tea with best friends!" Gentaro clinked his jug against Tansha's, making the giant cheer out happily.
"I can drink to that, Lil' Bro! Hey Eisei, drink with us! It's fun!"
The woman sighed before she began drinking from her tea jug, shaking her head in consternation, she muttered to herself, "They're both idiots… complete and utter idiots…"
Sitting across from her and watching Mako get into it with the two men, Ryūko had to agree with the ex-club captain that they were both complete idiots. But the two of them looked fondly on the men who inspired them, they could relax at least, for now.
Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but Gentaro would fight all the harder to make new friends and overcome whatever obstacles were thrown his way. The Kamui wielder would slice her way to the truth, and fight to follow Gentaro down whatever path he wanted to go.
And at their side, Omiko would follow to find the path that would lead to her sun, Gentaro. Takaharu would support his brother in all but blood. Maiko would follow along reluctantly but help in any way she could because Gentaro relied on her.
Mako and her family would eagerly help them as well, either by encouragement, healing, or just providing them with a warm meal and love.
And so ended another eventful day at Honnō City!
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ALRIIIIIGHT! That was chapter five, it was filled with hot blooded fights, big battles, epic manliness, and surprises alike! Next chapter, we deal with the beginning of the two arcs I've wanted to write since I first discussed this story with The Sword Slinger!
Until next time, this is The Lord of Pages, off to record another chapter!
And we bring you another omake from our insane minds!
Neo Kamen Rider Club, Meet the Kisaragi family! Ep. 1- Hot-blooded frienship demon's cousins
"Gen-chan, what're you doing?"
Mako's voice made Gentaro raise his head, which was a bad idea since he was cleaning the floor beneath the table.
"Ow! Sorry, Mako, no time to talk. I got a letter from a pair of relatives coming to visit and see what this city is about! I promised to make it fun!"
Mako grinned, her eyes shooting stars that eclipsed those in the sky, "Oh, more friends! Mako can't believe how lucky she is! Being with Gen-chan is like getting new friends per day!"
He grinned and gave her a thumb up, "Life is about making friends nonstop!"
As the two cheered loudly, Omiko arched a brow, "We're going to see Gentaro's family?"
There was a pause as her and the others tried to picture that – with the exception of Tansha and the Kuki sisters who had gone on their own to find a home together for them to climb the ladder once again.
Maiko cringed, "What kind of creature could share his blood?"
As it transpired, it wasn't a creature, but a pair of creatures that shared his blood.
They had come from the far away Daten City in America, and had met with their blood cousin.
All of his friends were shocked beyond belief when Gentaro had announced their arrival. And his cousins had brought themselves there in a massive limousine, driven by a weird mantis like… thing that said its name, Fastener, in a harsh voice.
They were even more shocked when he stepped up to the vehicle and opened his arms happily, two gorgeous but utterly intimidating red skinned young women embraced him lovingly after stepping out.
The first woman was a square-shaped glasses wearing bluenette, with her long blue hair worn in a ponytail, and a single red horn poking through her head, her harsh yellow and green eyes looked sincerely happy to see him, as she greeted him with a warm and cultured tone, "Gentaro-kun! It's a pleasant surprise to see you once more! Have you been doing well in Japan? I see you've kept your physique in remarkable shape, truly you follow that Rrrruruu to the letter!"
She rolled that word out in a manner that seemed weirdly enticing and had Ryūko blink in shock, while the second woman hugged the Rider as well and even kissed his cheek with complete love.
Like her sister, she was an obvious beauty, her hair was a bright swirling green, and she had a small fang poke up from the corner of her inviting lips. She also had horns, save for hers being a pair that stuck up from her head. The two of them both wore a cream colored jacket skirt combo with a red tie and white shirt underneath, and wore them extremely well.
The second was stacked to the point where even Mako seemed small, and the first seemed to possess a curvy behind that could put Omiko to shame.
"Gentaro, dearest, it's so good to see you again! It was only a few weeks ago that we were in America thinking of when to visit you, I'm so happy you could make the time to see us here!"
"Of course, Scanty-chan, Kneesocks-chan! I wouldn't miss a chance to see you two for a million bowls of space stew!" The three embraced each other once more, laughing happily, Scanty and Kneesocks suddenly snapped their laser like focus onto the group behind him and seemed to grow serious to the point that they felt nervous.
"Oh, are these your new friends, Gentaro?" they asked in unison.
"Wait a minute, what the Hell?!" Ryūko finally found her voice with a shaky finger aimed at the two devil women, "Gentaro, how are you related to demons of all things?!"
Gentaro raised his hands, his fingers up as he tried to count, "Um… How was it…? I think my Gramps had a brother that married an oni woman who gave birth to Scanty and Kneesocks' mom… I think." he rubbed his head to calm his headache, "Sorry guys, Gramps had a lot of love in his life, so it's kind of hard to know even for us how we're related."
"You're pulling my leg." Omiko said blankly, but behind her thick glasses her right eye was twitching.
The green head, Scanty, shook her head, "It is true. Apparently our dear grandfather and his brothers had very odd love encounters in their life. One of our aunts married a giant the size of a building."
Kneesocks nodded her head, "Anyway, our family is very extensive. And trust me when I say some of those connections are not to be messed with. After all…" she and her sister hugged Gentaro, "Gentaro here is proof that the Kisaragi bloodline is one that can unite many!"
He laughed, "It's not my blood! It's my soul!"
"So cool!" of course, the only one that seemed to like the idea was Mako.
The others just wanted, no, begged any listening deity for some logic in anything regarding Gentaro's family.
Those pleas would fall on deaf ears, for it was impossible to ask such a thing.
