Once again we've had another great turn out for chapter six! I'm really happy that Eisei and Tansha went over well as OC's, seriously, The Swordslinger and I did our absolute best to make them into fun and entertaining characters!

You guys really seemed to like them, which makes me happy because that means I can bring them back as reoccurring characters and friends of the main cast! Anyways, this chapter was a long time in coming because it deals with the two arcs I wanted to write ever since I began thinking up the idea for Life is Cosmic.

As a warning, this chapter will contain some plot-threads for later, The Swordslinger and I worked hard to create a believable world for our story, and this chapter will include brand new characters who will pave the way for hard battles for our cast!

Without further ado, because I want to get to the good stuff as quickly as you want to read it, I present One Little Space Loving Delinquent and the Big Bad Banchou Mako! Or the startup arc at least!

Repeat after me, with feeling this time! I do not own Kamen Rider, da da da daaa~ I do not own Kill La Kill do do do do doooo~ They are owned by Toei and Trigger laa la la la laaa~

Italic for thoughts, Henshin and Belt voices, and flashbacks.

Bold for Senketsu talking and Zodiarts speech.

Bold and Italic for Limit Breaks.

Recommended listening:

-Kill La Kill OST: Light your Heart up

-Kill La Kill OST: Blumenkranz.

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It had been a week since Tansha and Eisei were defeated by Ryūko and Gentaro. Both had said farewell to Gentaro with Suzi in tow as they went to get an apartment of their own to stay up.

In Tansha's words, "A real man can't mooch off of his friends! I'll owe you guys a solid for letting us crash here after I get us a new pad!"

Eisei had merely told the Rider to keep himself safe, and told him quietly to treat the red locked girl nicely as her heart was still fragile, her words causing him some confusion until she chuckled and said, "You'll understand in time, don't worry about the small stuff. Just remember, she relies on you more than you realize."

Their departure wouldn't be forever, because as Tansha proudly declared, they'd see each other as soon as he got his little friend and, as of Eisei's reveal of her true gender, girlfriend back on their feet. He wouldn't stop at nothing to return to Gentaro's side and fight alongside the Rider again, that was a promise between men.

And so, his school days continued, and at the moment… Classes were on a short 15-minute break between the next period, and their chipmunk-cheeked best friend had taken the time to catch some shut eye.

"Zzzz... Zzz… snort." Sleeping was when Mako was at her least graceful and eloquent, in fact among her friends she probably was the loudest and quickest to fall asleep. It took her literally 3 seconds to eat her lunch, and 0.01 to fall asleep after eating.

Poking her friend's cheek with the tip of a pen, the Kamui-user let loose a loud sigh before she saw Gentaro write something down eagerly, "Yo, Gentaro, what're you workin' on? A sign, huh?"

The red-locked girl noticed the Rider busy at work as he drew over a huge billboard, putting the finishing touches on it with his hands. He wiped a bunch of ink and paint from his face before he spun around with a smile that made her heart beat extremely fast for half a second. From shock or something else was up for debate.

"Not just any sign! A sign that symbolizes our friendship! Behold! The sign to our new club!"

"We have a club?" Her dull surprise was accentuated by Omiko spitting out her drink of carbonated water over Takaharu who was quick enough to use his lunch box to block the water sprayed over his face.

"ACK… ACK… gugh! Wait, what!? When did you decide this, Gentaro?!" The blonde's shark-mouth spat out weakly as she thumped her chest to clear water from it.

Maiko started muttering neurotically as she worked on her notepad, "Of course, he came up with it exactly this morning over breakfast… He was telling us about it, but you were too tired to remember most of it before you got yourself in gear."

The three former club captains had just gotten out of their classroom to Gentaro's in order to enjoy their break. They also enjoyed eating lunch at the rooftop or any of Mako's special places. Of course, they put their effort in dealing with their own problems at their new classrooms after their places in the ranks fell like Gentaro's Rocket Drill Kick on an enemy.

But to see the sign made them feel… "Gentaro-bro, what is that?" the gap-toothed boxer asked as a blob of white and black with two bright orange splashes of orange were shown to him on the banner.

Gentaro beamed, "It's the sign of our club, the Neo Kamen Rider Club."

"I figured that you'd name it something like that, but… what's with the other stuff?" Takaharu asked as Fourze's helmet was turned into a Jolly Roger like a pirate flag. Behind the helmet a racket and scissor blade were crossed like the bones behind the skull, and beneath them were a pair of boxing gloves. To the right side were a bowl of delicious croquettes and on the left a computer was emitting light effects.

Gentaro's smile brightened even more, if that were possible, "Back at Ama High it was only my friend Yuki and newest bud Kengo at the club at first. Fourze was there with them so I made our first flag using Fourze's helmet, the symbol that united us. But now that we're here together I want to include as much of you as I can into this club." He hummed, "I'd like to add Tansha and Eisei too, but they are nowhere to be seen nowadays, even on breaks..."

Omiko felt an eye twitch, "I wonder why…" she muttered sarcastically while trying to burn the mental image of the pink biker and the astronaut. It sent shivers down her spine. It was sweet, it was diabetes-inducing sweet…and it was something she wanted in her life, badly. Those chills were of jealousy.

Of course, being herself, Maiko didn't really feel sexual attraction to anyone. At most the only person she halfway thought of matching her intellect was Inumuta, but the two had never seen eye to eye. She was neurotic and he was serious and considering that she had plans to displace his boss, it seemed best to put aside feelings of romance for the moment. Besides, she was having too much fun watching Gentaro be blissfully unaware of how Omiko and Ryūko felt for him. Neurotic or not, she knew that to them he was definitely their most important male friend.

Mako was too pure to think of such thoughts even if she fancied herself a dashing knight. But her first best female friend couldn't care less about romance. The Kamui-user would usually take a nap when it came to drama movies.

Gentaro was himself, "WELL! No matter, I'll add them too when they come back!" His cheer was halted abruptly when almost as if drawn by the words club none other than Ira Gamagōri kicked opened the door to the classroom and stomped in. An eye glowed bright red with the other hidden in the shadows of his massive girth eclipsing the sun as he rumbled out angrily.

"WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A NEW CLUB?! KISARAGI! ANSWER ME!" His voice broke the silence of the room and woke Mako up, whose loud and dramatic cheer made him stop to greet her.

"CLUB KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

He shrunk noticeably to his more normal, with heavy air quotes around normal, 8-foot-tall form, "Ah, Mankanshoku, I see you've awoken from your unsanctioned nap!" and he instantly grew to take over half the classroom with his body, "YOU DO KNOW THAT SLEEPING IN CLASSROOMS IS AGAINST THE RULES, CORRECT?!"

The chipmunk cheeked girl saluted the angry looking man suddenly with one hand, the other wiping a bit of drool from her mouth absently, "Mako knows that the best way to function and pay attention in classes is to get a nap during free time! Otherwise she'll sleep all day through her classes and get worse grades than before! She's had it happen before in math, when she fell asleep and lost out on precious study time! But it was super boring, and it was geometry which is really hard for her to understand!"

Her words made Gamagōri rub his chin in thought, his eyes narrowed slightly while he contemplated her answer and chose his response wisely, "I see, truly your words make a strange sort of sense. Taking a short nap during free time allows for better focus in classwork? Very well, I can allow you to do so."

Omiko's blank look was one of legends, "He's pretty lenient toward girls, isn't he?"

The red-locked avenger tapped her chin, looking at her brunette friend, "Perhaps it's a special case."

Whirling around and grabbing Gentaro by his jacket, the gigantic man roared out, "BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY! WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A NEW CLUB!? KISARAGI!?"

"Well, it's my personal club! The Neo Kamen Rider Fan Club! We're devoted to all things Kamen Rider!" His cheery voice and grin were permanent even in the grip of the giant in front of him.

Ryūko suddenly got a lightbulb above her head as she had an idea of her own. "Make that club… The Neo Kamen Rider Fight Club!" She declared, seeing how Mako and her family had so little, and wanting to improve their situation as well as get her friends a better place of their own, she had the idea for making her own club.

Being with Gentaro allowed her to leap off his idea and combine both of their ideas into one crazy plan! She was a genius if there ever was one, she privately thought with an internal smirk.

That is until Ira dropped the space-obsessed youth and turned his baleful glare to the girl, making her wince, "Is that so…? THEN YOU WILL FILL OUT THE NECESSARY PAPERWORK!" His maniacal grin heralded a yell that blew her hair back violently.

His lackeys appeared by her side, dropping stacks of papers towering easily over her. Takaharu and Omiko winced at the sight, having painful memories of blisters on their fingers after countless nights of signing.

Omiko's eyesight wasn't as bad as it was now, in fact she could play tennis well without her contact lenses… When she signed her name for the first three times she needed new glasses after reading the first five-hundred papers.

Takaharu had been smart. As a boxer he couldn't let his eyesight go to waste, so he used proper reading glasses from the start, doing so on daylight, and got some help from his seniors… Namely in the form of being a close follower of Sanageyama who rewarded those with battle lust like the short boxer with easy ways to get past paperwork.

Currently Inumuta was hunting down anyone who did it, but Takaharu was the first lucky one to get past those defenses before they were first raised.

Maiko for her part snorted at the perfect imitation of a deer in front of headlights that Ryūko was making, "Amateur, her mind's too small to even grasp proper concepts about good old Nyarlathotep." She had done her paperwork without breaking a sweat and had a large chunk of spare time afterwards to read a few books by Lovecraft. Her favorite thus far was the Rats in the Walls and the Color out of Space. Of course, she did dislike the extremely dated racism, but the man was from a different era so she tried to keep an open mind and enjoy the good stories.

Gentaro grabbed one of the papers, and instantly went cross-eyed, "Uh… too much… My mind… can't handle…" he fell to his knees. "Kengo… I failed to become your friend by being unable to understand this… Only one with your mind could handle this… I'm too weak… Ruuuurruuus are for my cousins…"

Gamagōri roared in laughter at Ryūko, "SEE THAT, MATOI?! NOT EVEN YOUR FRIEND CAN HANDLE THE PURE POWER OF THIS SCHOOL'S IRONCLAD RULES! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO SURPASS ANYONE IF A SINGLE PAPER IS ALL IT TAKES TO-"

"My friend can do it." Ryūko said, a thumb hooked towards Mako. Said squirrely girl's opened mouth and horrified look on her face made her seem like someone who got stabbed in the heart by their beloved sister.

"But! But! BUT! Mako has no idea how to write all those reports, there's so much to do, she's bad at handwriting, and she's not very smart either! Her eyes are too nice to be ruined by late night paperwork too! Can you imagine Mako with glasses!?"

Maiko and Omiko coughed loudly at that statement, Mako turning to them curiously as both pointed in annoyance to their spectacles. The chipmunk cheeked girl blushed a little at that but refocused her attention to Ira in front of her.

The gigantic man once again had no trouble to tower above her, "Do you really think I would allow people like you who dared to stand against, nay, downright Lady Satsuki with the mere thought of opposing her?! HOW FOOLISH CAN YOU BE TO THINK I'D LET SUCH AN INSULT SLIDE EASILY, EVEN IF MANKANSHOKU IS READY TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACT-"

A click of heels and everyone turned to see a bright light in the hallway as Satsuki herself arrived to talk with Ira. Many had to shield their eyes, but could watch Ira swiftly kneel, mutter something, and when the light and its owner were gone…

"That was…" Takaharu started, "I never thought she'd lower herself to visit us here…"

Gentaro stood up, shaking the horrors of paperwork off his pompadour clad brain with the help of Satsuki's light, "I heard her…" he whispered, staring where she left.

Maiko bit her thumb, "Got to hand it to her, she oversees every little detail."

Ryūko growled under her breath, "Looking down on others as always, even when hidden."

Luckily for her, Ira didn't hear her, he stood up before Mako and handed her a stack of paperwork, rumbling out in a slightly less domineering tone, "Your reports will be handed on time every week! You will report to the proper channels every day at exactly 12:00 a.m. sharp! You will be asked to file this on time or risk your club being demoted! THAT IS ALL! Good day, Mankanshoku and company!"

With that the giant man left the room, and Mako was left crying adorably while Gentaro and Ryūko tried to comfort her.

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"So why the hell are we standing around, just watching you sit with that insipid sign? I mean really, it's kind of an obnoxious eyesore, and your hand writing reminds me of my old notes when I'd showed up to class with black rings under my eyes from reading horror novels all night… Damn Bram Stoker for scaring me so much." Maiko sipped from a bottle of rat milk, then wiped her mouth with a grimace at the highly protein filled drink. Even if it was damn tasty it was still nasty knowing it came from a rodent.

Her question was aimed at Ryūko naturally, the red-locked girl sitting at a stand with a sloppy looking sign that had Gentaro's flag tagged onto it. Her face bore a massive cocky grin on it, even while her best friend flopped down next to her and seemed pleased with himself. Omiko, Takaharu, and Mako all surrounded the duo, the chipmunk-cheeked girl was panicking adorably even as the tennis player and boxer patted the trap mistress' shoulders in comfort.

Ryūko triumphantly declared a bold statement, "It's simple! We wait for challengers, fight them, and rise up through the ranks that way!"

Shaking her head in irritation, Omiko voiced what she knew her friends felt, point blank telling the red locked girl, "We don't care about that, you idiot. We're fine with you loud lot, we'll get our ranks back by our own two hands, and we'll be fine staying with you in the slums even after that. Because-"

Takaharu beat her to the punch, pun completely intended, "Because we have never had such fun! Who cares about the fancy life, right?" He gave the two a thumb up, "Just being near you and getting to fight at your side is enough for me to have a hoot!"

Ryūko's grin faltered briefly as she considered those words. She wanted to make things better for her friends, especially as they deserved better. It was about the only way she saw as being possible to improve matters for her friends, and for them, she'd do anything.

Maiko chimed in with a grimace, even as she concluded that Gentaro's widening grin indicated that he knew she'd come to, "Don't bother trying to reason with these idiots, Hakodate, they're determined to decide for themselves what they want. They need to see for themselves what they'll bring on their heads if they go through with this insanity…"

Her words were as ominous as the glint to her red eyes, but Maiko spoke from experience and cynical firsthand knowledge of Satsuki's brilliant club system. She hated to do this to her best friends, especially as it felt like she was backsliding to her old tricks by manipulating the two of them, but they needed to see what it felt like to be absorbed into the Star System, especially as it was engineered by Satsuki herself. She knew Gentaro wouldn't care, and that's what she admired him completely for, he chose his path and ran down it to its fullest. However, their mutual avenger friend had to learn the cost of buying into Satsuki's system if she was ever to fight the woman and defeat her.

Pushing up her glasses, Maiko none the less couldn't help but wonder what the two of them would do with their club, and where they'd go with it, a toothy grin came over her face as she cackled to herself, "It'll be fun to see regardless of what happens!"

Omiko slammed her fist down on the trap mistress' skull, making her cry out in pain and glare at the blonde, "Stop with the evil mastermind crap, it's as half-baked as whatever counts for a sleep deprived brain you have in that bulbous haircut of yours."

Maiko snapped back, for one could insult her genius, but no one messed with her hairdo, "It's got a lot more thought and intelligence in it than your brain has at half-assed attempts at insults and wit, you shark-toothed bimbo!"

"Oi!" Takaharu and Gentaro immediately went to stop the fight, the first holding Maiko and the second gripping Omiko, with the pompadour Rider speaking, "We're supposed to fight other clubs, not ourselves!"

The avenger girl sighed and turned to her now not so cheery friend, "How ya doing, Mako?"

The poor squirrely girl was in tears, "R-Ryū… chan… Mako… not… comprehend… papers… Mako… scared…" she got patted by her best friend, making her look up at the delinquent girl.

"Sorry for dumping it into you, Mako, but I need your help. Otherwise, we won't get answers from Satsuki…" she sighed, closing her eyes shut as she said her next words, "And Gentaro wouldn't be able to befriend her either…even if he doesn't care how much of a bitch she is."

Her words made something click in Mako's mind, something simple: her friends needed her. That train of thought looped itself, even when someone appeared before the group.

"Yo, having fun?"

In front of them was a teen who could be described like a raccoon. He had sunken in eyes ringed with deep black bags, and small beastly pupils. His head was a mop of brown hair with two especially ragged bangs hanging down his face. Like Takaharu he wore a pair of boxing gloves around his neck, but what was worth telling was that they had spikes on the knuckles. He stood taller than the midget, roughly at Gentaro's height, with a more marked muscular frame yet also being scrawnier. He was skinny and built to the point where he all but advertised his nature as a power type featherweight boxer, as opposed to Takaharu who was a speed and technique based natural featherweight boxer.

He also looked so much like a banchou it would be downright insulting if he tried to hide it. His outfit consisted of a black long coat typical of Japanese schools with the buttons undone to show he was shirtless and, while basically being a stickman, quite able to throw a demolishing punch. On the back were the words "BAD FOR LIFE" in gold red letters. For his legs he had a pair of black boxing shorts and black boxing boots designed for street fights.

Takaharu gave a start before he walked forward to face the newcomer, his voice coming out in a stern tone, "Kazama-san. I see you've taken my old job, haven't you?"

"Haha, now, now Takaharu-senpai…" he smiled cheekily as he waved dismissively, "I got this all so fancy position by Satsuki-sama herself. She said it was okay since you're unavailable…" then he snapped his fingers as if remembering something, "Oh yeah! I forgot, some of you don't know me. My name's Kazama Ikki, First Year, Boxing Club Captain now." The teen said with a toothy smile and Gentaro strode forward with his hand out, Ikki keeping his cheeky grin.

"I'm-" The Rider was interrupted by the raccoon-looking boxer who seemed to hold out his hand to shake it as well.

"Gentaro Kisaragi, the man who beat my senpai and brought him down." He smiled warmly at the Rider, eyes closed, "I wanted to meet you." Then they opened with a wild glint, "BADLY!" He yelled violently as he slammed his fist into Gentaro's open hand!

After catching his punch which made Ikki look shocked before wary, the Rider gave him a grin that turned hot-blooded as he proudly declared, "I can tell when someone doesn't want to be friends from the bottom of their heart! You were broadcasting that you didn't want to be my bud from a mile away!"

Omiko gasped as surprised as the others, muttering to herself in affectionate shock, "Of course, he'd have a sense that lets him tell when people don't want to be his friend… How he even has it though, I really want to know."

Ikki chuckled good-naturedly, bringing some silence to the others, but his gaze was wary as he stepped away from Gentaro, "Who wants to be friends with people who can't even stand up to Lady Satsuki as if they mean it?"

"Say that again, asswipe!" Ryūko snarled at him.

Ikki shrugged casually, "You're strong enough to beat not one but three Club Captains. You're all so stubborn against her, yet it takes you this to do so. Perhaps…" he grinned wickedly at the drifter girl, "You're scared like a kitty cat?" Ryūko ground her teeth, getting Ikki to chuckle more before he turned to Gentaro, "What says that of the man who promised to go befriend her? Not much of a man of your word, I see."

Takaharu growled, "That's enough, Kazama-san! You may have become a club captain now, but I'll never allow you to insult someone without really knowing them!"

Ikki smirked and turned around, waving lazily over his head, "Nah, I'm good, senpai…" he added the last part playfully, showing he meant no respect, "I can see you respect them enough for the both of us."

Stepping forward, the shorter boxer slammed his knuckles together, making his former subordinate click his tongue darkly, the violently playful boxer's dark ringed eyes glaring daggers at Takaharu, "That's enough! You can disrespect me all you want, but if you dare say another word about them… I will break you."

"You're so precious, senpai, but what can you do to me without your precious uniform when I have this bad boy?" Kazama took that challenge, and stepped forward, his teeth set into a fake warm grin while he held up a fist. Takaharu got up right in front of him, his eyes bursting into furious flames when the two met face to face.

Watching this with a slightly impressed look at how the two men were facing off yet neither backed off, Ryūko walked forward, a cocky smirk on her face as she told Kazama, "If you wanna fight, you can do that right now! 'Cos the Neo Kamen Rider Fight Club is open for business."

The lanky boxer merely shrugged at her, giving her a lazy wagging of his finger that caused her to bite her tongue in fury, "Sorry, I ain't interested in playing with some girl who isn't my type. It's my senpai I'm interested in, not you. I'll fight him in front of you all. He's already lost to you, which humiliated our honor, and my club has no place for worthless ex-champions."

Gentaro stepped forward with an extremely serious look which made Kazama take a step back in concern until the Rider smiled widely, "I can see you're serious about fighting my best friend! So, I'll give you my support to do so! Do your best Ikki! Takaharu, show him what it means to challenge a real man and a real boxer!"

His hand clapped dramatically on his best friend's shoulder, making the boxer thumb his nose with a slight grin. "Go for it, huh? Right! I'll show you a real fight Kazama-kun! You're going to regret ever asking for a fight from me!"

The tired boxer merely laughed again, pulling out something that made Gentaro gasp in horror, a strange cylinder like device with a red switch on it, and a distinctly dark feel to it. He had a Zodiarts Switch!

"Hehehe, you'll find those to be words you can't possibly back up later, senpai…" he said warmly before his grin turned crooked and he shut his eyes like a malicious animal, keeping his smile, "With this Switch I've surpassed even the Two-Star Uniform you were so proud of." With those ominous words and a soft chortle, the skinny boxer walked off, Gentaro's look of pure horror making his friends concerned beyond reason.

"How?!" Gentaro asked in shock.

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"How?!" Kengo asked at the screen with Gentaro and co. The Rider had all of his new friends up on his shoulders and was currently talking via the Radar Switch on his left arm after he had done a quick Henshin into his armor.

"Oh, so he's Kengo. He looks so smart! Hi, Kengo-kun! I'm Mankanshoku Mako!" Said the squirrely girl.

Kengo blinked but slowly and politely bowed his head, "Oh, nice to meet you… The Hell am I saying?!" he snapped his face to Fourze's helmet, "Kisaragi, run this by me again!"

He also examined Gentaro's new friends. The shorter of the spectacled girls started to take notes at a furious speed about what Radar's switch did. The taller spectacled girl was examining everything behind him like her eyes were cameras behind her thick lenses, and the short boy could only scratch his head for he could swear he saw a girl floating behind the smart looking student.

He could deduce that the one with the red lock was ready to blow up if any bad news arrived, possibly by punching the problem first and ask questions while punching. The brunette with hamster-like characteristics reminded him of Yuki, if the space loving girl had her mind not in another planet but another dimension.

Gentaro's voice stopped his studies of the Rider's new friends, putting them on the back of his head for later pondering. "One of the students here had a Zodiarts Switch! I wanted to ask you how that could even be possible!"

Whirling around in his chair, Kengo had to resist the urge to bite his thumb in thought. Yuki had told him that was a nasty habit to kick. Several tense moments passed as he thought heavily, his internal calculations running at a thousand miles per second before he ultimately turned back to the worried Fourze and co.

"I have at least two major theories on why he has a Zodiarts Switch. Both do not bode well for you but one is a little better to hear, do you want that first? The really bad news or the slightly less bad news?"

"Give me the slightly less bad news first Kengo!" Fourze was far faster in his response, making the exasperated young man sigh before he explained.

"The first theory I have, is that this Kazama Ikki somehow picked up a switch before he came to the school. More than likely since Satsuki has enforced her Goku uniforms and Star System so efficiently, he never found a desire to use it until now. The second theory I have… is that a Horoscopes has infiltrated the school and is personally dealing out Zodiarts Switches to worthy students. If there are any new students or teachers around, it'd be best to start there. Either way, be careful Kisaragi, we're not around to help you as quickly as we'd like and I-"

Shoving Fourze's helmet aside, Ryūko declared her thoughts angrily, pointing angrily at the calm looking student, "What the hell is this about him being careful without you guys?! We're his friends too, and I promise you, we'll do your job just as well as you could do ours!"

"I expect nothing else from you guys, you're just as much his friends as we are, and we trust you. And I look forward to meeting all of you when we get a chance." Kengo wasn't about to get angry just because the hot-blooded girl was aggressive towards him. Gentaro was one of the few people who could get under his skin and make him lose his temper, which was part of why they were such close friends.

A little taken aback by his cool response, Ryūko none the less had her nostrils flare up at the first Kamen Rider Club's brains.

"Wait, if I'm gonna fight Kazama-kun, how do we know what I'm up against?" Takaharu asked, "I truly don't like to go to a match unprepared, so any information you have could be of great help, Kengo-san."

The honor student hummed for a brief thought, "I can't really do more but study the power a Switch has unless it's activated, but you could-"

Maiko cut him off, reading his train of thought, "We can follow him. I know that punk's routine."

Omiko blinked slowly, "Why would you know that?" Maiko grinned nastily, regret swiftly filling the tennis player, "Ok, forget I ever asked that. I can fill the holes." She and the others, Kengo included, pictured Maiko following every student and taking notes about them. Kengo and Gentaro thought of their friend JK tagging along for the valuable information.

And while listening to his tunes, said colorful teen looked up, as if wondering if in the future he'd get to expand his network of gossip and information for good money.

Shaking the thoughts off, the group focused on what was important, with Takaharu mumbling, "It is possible to find out soon…" his eyes were on the ground.

Mako tilted her head to the side, "Why would that be, Takaharu-senpai?"

With a sigh, the boxer came clean, "Kazama-kun shouldn't even be a club captain. I know, because I had to kick him out of my club."

Ryūko slammed her fist into her palm, "And that little asshole had the guts to say all that shit to you?!"

Takaharu raised his hands defensively, "Oi, oi! Listen, I knew from the start that he had issues. I tried to help him, but in the end…"

Omiko felt a lightbulb beam above her head, "Now that you mention it, as I got my club going many of my club members tended to gossip about him in our club. He used to be quite the dream for third years into younger men…" she groaned, "Of course, it was before he got that stupid nickname, Tanuki."

"A raccoon?" Gentaro and Mako asked in unison, a thought cloud above their heads with Kazama in a fluffy full-body raccoon suit. With the dark rings around his eyes, he looked the part even more.

"Long story short, he started to get into street fights to test his boxing, like scavenging trash." Maiko summed up, "It got out of hand as he looked for fights against honor students. He became a hunter, searching any challenge from anyone who could give him a good match."

Ryūko gasped, "Why has Sasquatch not kicked him out, then?!"

Maiko shrugged, "Beats me. But you got that, right?" she said to Kengo.

The sickly student nodded and turned to the Rider, "If he was violent already before having the Switch we may have trouble. Keep your knowledge of what that Switch does under wraps Kisaragi, there's no telling what that Kiryūin woman would do with those things. And I'd rather not find out she killed you by using one. Kengo Utahoshi over."

"Kamen Rider Fourze over!" With that they ended their goal, flipping the switches up, Gentaro transformed back to normal and slicked back his pompadour with an oddly serious look.

It was fortunate to them that this was one of the few times that Satsuki wasn't spying on them, as at the moment she had a personal meeting to attend to.

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"Run that by me again puppy. That idiot is really a third year in age? Then why did we even let him in?" Relaxing near Satsuki, Nonon's snide voice heralded the end of an explanation from Inumuta.

The computer wizard had scheduled a meeting specifically to discuss the inner dynamics of Gentaro's group. With the birth of the Neo Kamen Rider Fight Club, he had seen a way to make Satsuki's goals a reality.

Noting the similarities that Mako shared with Gentaro, he realized that she could be the weak link in the group. As unlike Gentaro who defined himself by his friendships, Mako was weaker due to the lack of friends in her life until he arrived.

The exact feel of their meeting had an atmosphere similar to a war room, with Satsuki as the general surrounded by her most loyal and trusted officers.

Sipping a cup of tea, Satsuki responded to Nonon's question, her eyes closed in appreciation of the blend for today, "It is simple Nonon. Despite his lack of academic achievement, his physical ability and sheer mastery over his Rider Belt were too great of a prize to risk being squandered by his old high school so I forced the transfer here. I did lower where he'd be accordingly despite his age. For all purposes, he is similar to you Gamagōri, save for being not being loyal to me or avoid graduating to serve someone."

She explained her logic with a slight quirk of her lips, her eyes opened slowly to give her oldest friend a calm stare, Nonon only gave her best friend a smirk while toying with her baton, "So that idiot is really in a lower grade to us? I almost thought that you were giving him preferential treatment, good to see that isn't the case."

Gamagōri gave a loud rumble of agreement, his arms crossing themselves dramatically, "Such wisdom from Satsuki-sama! Truly you are our great leader, but I must ask. What shall we do with that damnable club?"

Satsuki gained a small satisfied smirk of her own as she set down her teacup before she responded to the giant man, "We shall give them the rope, hand them the stool, and watch them hang themselves with them. If what Inumuta said is true, namely that Mankanshoku Mako is the weak link, then her corruption will bring that club down with her. When she betrays them, Kisaragi Gentaro will learn that the only people he can trust are those I deem worthy. He will confirm to my standards soon after and aid me like a loyal soldier."

It was testament to their absolute loyalty and belief in the woman, that none of them ever entertained or voiced the thought, 'What if he doesn't?'

X-X-X-X-X

"Gamou-san. It's a pleasure to see you at such short notice, would you like a seat with me? The café here serves absolutely wondrous croissant pastries." Sitting down at a café's outdoor patio, and looking beyond gorgeous as always, was the legendary CEO of REVOCS herself, Ragyō Kiryūin.

Voted the number one most influential and gorgeous woman in business ten times running by every assorted media outlet known to man, widely beloved by many in the fashion industry for her award winning and revolutionary ideas for clothing, and a top model on various runways across the world, to the world she was fashion.

Her clothing designs were worn by huge swathes of the population, but in some areas her influence had not grown. Pulling off a pair of sunglasses and flashing her companion a radiant smile, she enjoyed the flash of his own eyes when he sat across of her.

Burning red glowed into her own and pinned her down with a stare that could be described as friendly yet also extremely hostile.

A salt and pepper haired Japanese man sat across from her in a very fine suit, but one that was noticeably not made by her company.

She seemed friendly, but her eyes told a different story than the smile on her face did, she was absolutely disgusted by the complete lack of Life Fibers in its stitches.

He was Gamou Mitsuaki, one of the world's most famous astronauts and one of the very few men to ever land upon the moon and make his mark upon in it.

Many considered him to be their idol, especially for would-be astronauts who wished to go into space, Yuki Joujima herself had personally applied to Amanogawa High expressly to meet her personal hero.

But unbeknown to her and many other students, he was secretly the leader of the Horoscopes, namely the Sagittarius Zodiarts. To put it simply, he was not a man to be crossed.

And it was a wonder that both of these two highly charismatic and powerful individuals were able to even eat together without their destructive natures taking command and making them fight viciously to the death.

"I believed we would be talking about Ikki-kun's performance at your daughter's school with my little help, but one is never too busy to ignore a good croissant." Gamou said with a calm smile while he took a seat from her before glancing over a menu.

"Mnhm, indeed. I always tell my sweet daughter to enjoy the little things in life. But alas, she puts such effort into her attempts to please me she forgets to think of herself." She gazed over her own menu, humming thoughtfully to herself before she looked up at the man when he spoke once more, his eyes examining a pocket watch he held up briefly before he stashed it away into his pocket.

"I should know, after all Hayami himself has to look over every detail with the parents worried about their children. Not to say anything untoward, but that's a publicity we do not want, it'd regrettably make our students' school experience an unpleasant one." His eyes were anything but distracted as they pinned her down again, making her smile tighten ever so slightly.

She chose her response with utmost care, carefully speaking in a manner that conveyed her growing annoyance at what they really saying to each other.

"Are you perhaps suggesting that they are in any danger? My, my, to think Amanogawa High has so many threats that even the parents of those precious children are concerned... It seems like it's almost a shame you might have troubles there." The keywords she enunciated with a slight sardonic emphasis were 'almost a shame' accompanied by a small, playful and fake smile.

The man was unflustered in his response, but she caught a slight glow from his eyes as he too was irritated by her statements, "I know. Indeed, it is a shame, and at times it worries me how reporters and even police tend to get so serious. Then again, you don't have that much trouble. I wish you could share your secret, and I may even treat you to another pastry of your liking."

They could've gone like this all day, but both of them were very busy people, and so Ragyō set down her menu with a sigh, her fingers drumming against the table with a dull tapping, this drumming continued until she at last said to him with a soft exhale, "La vie est drŏle. Gamou, I will be honest with you as you have always been so to me. Why do you deign to unbalance this wonderfully precarious tower we play on? Do you seem to enjoy finding ways to test my patience or is this another thing you picked up in your casting away of your humanity?"

He could only smile at her growing impatience, and so he picked a coy reply that indulged in his good mood at making her lose her cool first, "I've found myself enjoying my time some more around my students. One time after I confiscated a boy's game console I got to enjoy an odd videogame of his about capturing powerful creatures in small spheres and have them as combat pets. It's even set in a pseudo-France. Or I could be simply amusing myself."

Her eyes flashed brilliant red when her fingers stopped drumming, the suddenness of which prompted a flash of movement.

Behind Ragyō a dark-skinned woman stood, her eyes flashing behind a pair of shades. Her body, clad in a pure white suit, was petite in stature and sizes, but not in curves. Her natural purple hair was worn in a series of spiraling locks, with gold hoop earrings in both ears. She put her hands up in a very precise fighting style, her stance mirroring that of assassination based martial arts, with emphasis on pressure points.

The sounds of walnuts being rolled around in the palm of someone's hand stopped with an intense and sudden clack, for behind Gamou a man stood up from where he was seated across from their table.

He stood taller than all three of his counterparts, and the best word to describe him was like a member of the Japanese mafia, a yakuza. He wore a very fine black suit with a high collared jacket hugging a muscular build that rivaled Satsuki's living shield. He had his long hair done up in multiple braids, his bangs being shaven off in neat rows. In contrast to his composed opponent, he took a stance with no guard, and all aggression, with his fists clenching hard enough to shatter the walnuts in his grip.

The petite dusky skinned woman flicked a finger forward, deflecting the shattered pieces of the walnuts' shells thrown her way in a split second. The man chewed rather silently on his dry fruit and readied himself for battle where as she did the same.

"That is enough, Rei. I do wish to listen to Gamou's answer." Said the CEO with a calm smile, her eyes staring at the man with utmost malice.

Both of the two fighters were signaled to sit back down by their respective masters, they did so but the atmosphere had grown extremely heavy, an oppressive aura emitted from their table in such a manner that it drove everyone else on the patio away with cold sweat running down their necks.

Gamou spoke again, his eyes glowing a demonic red at his lunch partner as he explained why he gave Kazama Ikki a Zodiarts Switch, "My idea is to test your school system. It is fairly simple. The boy was aggressive already at middle school against teachers and honor students, and his high school life was mostly him being set back a year until we had an idea to help him with his violent ways. He just had to channel that anger, and my school unfortunately couldn't set such a scenario given the freedom we give our students to bring out their potential. The best course of action was to set him in a school which ironclad rules would force him to fight back."

The petite woman, Rei, pushed up her sunglasses with her index and middle fingers on the bridge, "Under Lady Satsuki's watch."

Chuckling suddenly, he gave the wing-haired woman an utterly smug smile that showed how much he was amused by making her lose her cool, "And don't you find it amusing that your honor students and teachers get to see how worthy they are of their positions by strength instead of words and wit?"

"Truly, you are an impudent man Gamou Mitsuaki... Absolutely, you have a cheek to you that never fails to enflame me. I will tell you this once, and only once. Stay away from Honnō City. You know the rules of our game, but you insist on testing the limits of what I allow you. Do you think that I will allow your impudence more than once? Or do you think you are so far above the Life-Fibers that I could not contain you if I needed to?" She asked with grit teeth, the man in front of her was one of the very few beings on the planet who could make her lose her temper, if only because she knew she couldn't just crush him with ease.

Her threat heralded the man at his side to step forward in warning, but Gamou waved him back with a soft and dark chuckle, his eyes glowing pure red and seeming to burn the air with their intensity, "If you try to threaten me with guns, I have my own with Libra and Leo as well as the rest of my Horoscopes."

Ragyō laughed, honestly laughed in good humor with that the tense atmosphere disappeared without warning, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "Fufu... Hahaha! AHAHAHA! Guns? Hmhm, I suppose we do have guns of our own. But your precious Horoscopes are but mere toys, a mere fraction of the infinite power of the Cosmos itself. You threaten me with toy guns, my precious Nui is worth at least a nuke or two."

Her smile grew when the aforementioned girl appeared out of nowhere, her scissor blade aimed right at Gamou's neck, or at least that was her intention.

Harime Nui the Grand Couturier was one of the world's most dangerous beings, perhaps even more dangerous than any assassin or mercenary army put together. One would never guess that, from her seemingly innocent exterior.

She wore a form fitting pink dress that showed that she wasn't exactly blessed by the Bust or Buttocks Gods, but her lean and petite figure hid the extremely high amount of physical power and speed that a Life Fiber born child could possess. Her long blonde hair was worn in an adorable pair of massive spiraling pigtails, with a purple eyepatch over her right eye, clutched in her hand was a purple scissor blade, said blade currently being held shakily.

Her arm was caught and grabbed to the point that even her permanent smile became pained. In front of them, the tall man was calmly putting pressure on her arm and with almost no resistance despite her best efforts to break free pulled her away from Gamou.

Letting her go and shoving her back to Ragyō, her pretty smile returned when she showed her arm to the two men, red finger imprints disappearing instantly across its surface.

The man grunted to himself in irritation, his eyes narrowing at the sight, "Regeneration…how annoying."

"Yep! All better now! Really a human being able to hurt me, you're pretty cool! But I really don't like you either! You don't feel good to me, either of you! You feel like rotten socks really!" Her smile never left her face even as a bladed staff was shoved against her neck when out of nowhere a female figure had appeared next to her.

Clad in a cloak of sorts, the figure resembled an angel, with pure white wings, a feminine body enveloped in reddish armor and cloth, and a pale white face that appeared almost like a mask. The figure had a modest pair of breasts, its head resembled a spiral or a cyclone almost, with an ornate gold eyepiece being exposed over its face.

Hearing Gamou clapping his hands in amusement and saying, "That's more than enough, Virgo." the figure broke away from Nui, the blonde psychopath's scissor blade being removed from where it was placed at said figure's stomach. Now smiling widely, the middle-aged man declared, "Switches are an access to the universe's unlimited power. If we are talking about caliber, I myself can access any kind I want. But for now, let us stop this childish game of who is stronger... I do crave for a good French lunch."

Ragyō smiled right back as their respective bodyguards disappeared again, replying warmly, "Of course, let us relax for now then. The game continues as it always does."

The two enjoyed an absolutely delicious French meal together, and for a moment it was easy to forget how dangerous they both truly were. They parted ways amicably and would agree to meet up again for breakfast at a later date.

X-X-X-X-X

"Jeez! Are these chumps club captains? It's like Mammoth Eyebrows is having us weed out her weaklings on purpose or something." Kicking the Biology Club Captain in his weird half-muscle and Life Liber head to make herself feel better, Ryūko had to admit that fighting did feel good.

She especially loved fighting alongside Gentaro, the Rider walking over to her with a loud, "Yosh!" as he finished up with a pair of chump club captains himself. They weren't worth remembering, as all they had been doing over the past few days was fighting these losers.

Rolling her shoulders around with a yawn, Ryūko flicked her hair back before giving her best friend a cocky grin as he flopped down next to her, still in her active form she sat down next to him.

The Kamen Rider and Kamui Wielder were perfectly at ease with each other, something Senketsu remarked upon in an affectionate manner, "Ryūko, your blood tastes very sweet right now. It must be because Fourze is right here next to me. I can feel his Cosmic Energy enveloping my fabric like a wonderful ironing, perhaps you too like the sensation you're getting…"

In too good of a mood to really care about what her Kamui was insinuating, the red locked girl pulled out a lunchbox while Gentaro took off his mask-like helmet and placed it on the ground to enjoy his own lunch.

It was rare that he ever got a chance to actually take off the helmet for his suit, usually in battle it was too dangerous to do so, but since he just got done fighting, he felt safe enough to do so.

Their friends find the duo eating delicious and very well-made Croquettes, thanks to their hard work they had gotten Mako's family to upgrade into a One-Star living quarters. They were sitting against a wall together, watching the battles going around them and not really needing to get up on their own since Omiko and Takaharu were taking their time with their enemies.

A very nice middle-class apartment block that actually had its own bathroom, kitchenette, and bedrooms for the group. Maiko slept with Omiko, Ryūko, and Mako in one room with bunk beds and tons of plushies that bought out some of the girls' hidden feminine side. Gentaro, Mataro, Guts, and Takaharu rested in another with a collection of video games and various other boyish items scattered around the room. And of course, Barazō slept with his wife in the main bedroom.

"Helping Mako-chan has been the best thing we could've possibly done for her! But, you know, sometimes I wonder…" Gentaro said, scratching his cheek while looking at their meals. Ryūko had her mouth open mid-bite, but the way her eye opened slightly indicated for Gentaro to continue talking, "Are these well-made croquettes the same ones that Sukuyo-san made for us as before?"

His words brought a strange chill to Ryūko's heart. She paused, looking at her croquette drip with fresh ground beef and delicious cheesy filling. Was this the same one that they had before? Gentaro smiled as he looked at a croquette in his hand, but the red-locked girl and Senketsu knew that despite his words and closeness to them, the smile didn't reach his heart.

"I don't think that Sukuyo-san's croquettes are the same as they were before. And, if they're made like this nowadays, I'd rather-" he trailed off, leaving that thought hanging. His expression was downcast for half a moment before he got up with a hop, giving the two a wide grin, "But it's for Mako-chan's happiness! I don't mind, really!"

Putting it out of mind, Ryūko none the less felt that when Gentaro was like this, something was indeed wrong. Him being serious was rare, but when it happened, she learned to shut up and listen. He usually showed a side of him that they didn't get to see, the grinning friendship oni had so much more running his pompadour than they considered him to have.

Takaharu was busy pulling off his gloves, looking a bit worried, "Weak they may be, but they still use Life Fibers. It already makes them far stronger than normal humans." He said after delivering a liver blow to a One-Star that would leave the biology obsessed student eating through a straw for a few weeks. "Although now that you question it, the idea of the Two-Star standards falling like this makes me feel insulted."

Omiko rested her normal tennis racket on her shoulder, a platoon of One-Stars heavily bombarded with her excellent service directly in the face or sporting marks from the strings on her racket hitting them hard, "I have to agree with him. Satsuki-sama wouldn't usually have people like these around to mess with us. Even that rabid raccoon wouldn't be made a club captain on any means."

Maiko grumbled as she exited the place where she hid in along Mako, a locker filled with bones. While Mako was crying at the close proximity with so many remains from dead animals, Maiko was unfazed as she finished her notes, "It is possible that our dear student council president is getting desperate enough to try to wipe Fourze and our exhibitionist." She ignored the avenger's glare like a pro, "If you haven't noticed, you two get stronger with each fight. It does help I have knowledge of everyone, but you two should have noticed by now the difference in power from before."

Mako poked her tongue out in thought, "Now that you mention it, Tansha-kun and Eisei-chan weren't as tough as you senpai." She looked down, 'Even now, Omiko-senpai may be a No-Star, yet she still has what it takes to be a captain…'

Omiko grinned, puffing her chest up in pride, "Of course, what'd you expect of the one to get gold in-"

Takaharu softly chopped her head, like a father playfully telling his kid to stop being cocky, "We still got our butts kicked real hard, so try not to boast too much, Omiko-san."

"Oi!" the tennis player raged.

Meanwhile, Maiko hummed, "The results still state that you two have grown exponentially. Could it be the Life Fibers, or is it something more natural in you two?"

Gentaro saw it as an easy question, "We're fighting to keep Mako smiling!" he said with a fist aimed at his friends, "No, actually, we're all fighting to keep on smiling! I have yet to make a new friend, but after everything that's happened, I enjoy what I have with all of you!"

His words brought Mako's smile back, her eyes shimmering with happy tears before she nodded in determination, "Gen-chan…! Yosh! Mako will keep on trying because she wants to make all her friends happy too! This isn't just for her, or her family, it's for her friends too! Mako will be strong, because her friends need her to be!"

Pumping her fist once, then twice, Mako jumped up eagerly before Gentaro had to get up again. The Rider placed his helmet on, a hiss of air signaling the sealing of the mask, before he cheered as a magical girl walked towards them. She was an outrageously pink girl who was cheering loudly as she marched in front of the group.

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me…" Omiko started with her right eyebrow visibly twitching behind her thick glasses, her shark teeth grit themselves into a furious scowl as the leader stopped in front of her and did an overly cute pose.

"Magical Girl Star Guardian Hikari~! Here to save all the world from icky monsters and ugly things~!" She cheered out, twirling a magical staff that had a heart and butterfly motif in her white gloved hands.

She wore a pink sailor uniform with a dark pink skirt and light pink top, the likes of which were similar to Ryūko's save for being far more horrifically pink as mentioned, with a dark pink bow in front of her chest. It even had a golden heart to keep the bow together in front of her modest bust, nothing too big or too small, just average and of course below three thirds of the Rider Club's size. It was something Maiko disliked noting.

Every inch of the outfit was washed and drenched in a revolting shade of hyper girly pink and was covered entirely in heart motifs such as the already mentioned bow's decoration along with butterfly wings and patterns. Over the chest was a heart-shaped emblem wrapped in, again, butterfly wings below her bow. Her skirt had frills shaped into butterfly wings and her white gloves were bombarded in pink hearts, with solid gold hearts on the back of her hands.

The back opened to expose two massive butterfly wings which beat slowly, said wings having two heart patterns over them. Clad in tall high-heeled white boots, she painted a massive contrast to Omiko's far less modest and less cute appearance.

Her hair was worn in a long and wild style, and it was, you guessed it, pink. Her haircut was best described as a waterfall that had been tainted pink, somehow always flowing in a manner like a movie hero's cape with the bangs going wildly out in twin tufts. Disturbingly, she had eyes that were expressive and cheery, but in a completely fake way, with heart shaped iris and no pupils. Over her head were two long devil horns that looked attached to a headband and seemed to be decidedly sharp.

Hikari stepped forward, giving Omiko a cheeky grin that showed far too many teeth, the tennis girl scowling right back, "Hikari Naito, I'd recognize your annoying voice and even worse that friggin' laugh of yours anywhere. What the hell are you doing in front of my club and friends?"

"Showing the improvements on your old club into…" she started slowly, lowering her right hand to her knee and then slowly and overly dramatically bringing it up before trying a salute with her behind bumped to the side as some sort of cute girly pose, "The Magical Girl Club!"

Maiko stared blankly at this with the same kind of face she'd have done if Gamagōri had caught her in her backstabbing and immediately expelled her, "I think I'm about to puke rainbows."

X-X-X-X-X

"I feel ready to puke rainbows…" Inumuta mumbled as he watched Magical Girl Hikari meet the Rider Club.

Nonon shuddered, "Ugh, it's bad enough she wears pink, but that design… If these dorks don't beat her up soon, I'll need to have my uniform modified." She had been called a magical girl fanatic because of her uniform and way of parading, but she honestly preferred samurai movies. She liked the Zatoichi franchise, because it reminded her of Satsuki.

"Sanageyama, what are you doing?" Gamagōri questioned.

Uzu quickly wiped his nose, "That skirt shot…" he mumbled, trying to avert his eyes.

X-X-X-X-X

Takaharu had to push up his jaw after it fell to the floor, "Satsuki-sama must be desperate to fight us."

And he had to duck under a punch from… "Magical Girl Dino to the rescue!" said a girl in a T-Rex outfit. Said outfit was just a T-Rex disguise like that of a mascot cheering in a football game. But it was, as you may have at least guessed, pink.

"Oi, watch it!" the boxer said as he ducked under a claw swing and then crossed his arms into a cross to stop a dinosaur kick to his solar plexus.

"I… wait up…" Magical Girl Dino started before taking off her head to reveal short brown hair into a side pigtail, a round face with wide and big yellow eyes, and a fang popping out the side of her mouth. And despite wearing a dinosaur suit, she looked to be about twelve.

"You even have middle school students with you?!" Maiko asked, baffled.

Magical Girl Dino shook her head, "Oi, I'm a senior like you! I just am very small! So, I got myself this robot suit to join the club!"

Omiko raised a finger at Hikari, "It's against school regulations to have a uniform that doesn't fit your club's purposes. So what're you up to?!"

Hikari laughed, and Gentaro cringed at the horrific ear-drilling sound, "What the…"

"HEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Mako clamped her hands to her ears, "It's like a squirrel that's drunk twelve cans of instant coffee got inside a can full of helium! Mako's scared…"

Her red eyes rolling up into the back of her skull and her fingers plugging her ears, Maiko started chanting blankly to drown out the awful mind-shattering sound, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn… Ia! Ia!"

The high pitched, fast-paced laugh ended as Hikari aimed a finger back at Omiko, "Your former club was tennis! Now that I call the shots, our girls can be themselves by becoming the magical girl they want to be since Magical Girls are all about being true to your heart!"

A tumbleweed passed by as everyone saw a big flaw there: Hikari was every cliché in the magical girl book given form.

Ryūko sighed, leaning towards Takaharu, "I am starting to feel sorry for you and Jaws over there. To have your clubs taken by these nuts…"

The short boxer nodded, "I get you, Ryūko-san. But I feel far sorrier for Omiko-san since, well, at least my club is still boxing…and Kazama-kun is at least under some regulations."

Magical Girl Star Guardian Hikari twirled her baton happily, then shoved it under Fourze's helmet, her eyes glittered nastily when a pink light formed at the center of the weapon.

"Magical Girl Star Guardian Hikari will punish you in the name of Magical Girls everywhere, you eyesore of a Kamen Rider! I-EEK!" She begun to declare until Omiko rammed her fist into the girl's face and knocked her back like a ragdoll.

A vein pulled angrily on the tennis player's head when she removed her glasses. Her blue eyes had become two glowing blue chips of ice, with steam literally pouring out of their surface due to sheer rage. She bit out in a manner that showed every single glittering shark fang she had.

"Touch him again, and I'll rip off your friggin' skull and use it as a tennis ball after I shrink it!"

Hikari pretended to cry and dramatically shrieked in terror, "Oooooh no! You're so scary Omiko-chan! I wonder what I'll ever do?" She said, then leaped back, her wings lifting her into the air as she let loose another horrific cackle. "Yeah, right! I'll deal with you yet, you and that stupid club of yours! Until later blondie!"

She mockingly waves then flies off, her club making itself scarce quickly, Fourze leaned down and handed the tennis player her glasses, she gratefully took from him and muttered angrily under her breath while putting them back on, "I really hate that bitch… I really, really hate her sparkling guts…"

The Rider had nothing to say to that, but he frowned underneath his mask. He felt something wrong with Hikari and privately decided to get down to the bottom of it and Kazama when he had a chance. He wanted his friends to make new friends just as much as he did, and as he saw it, those two needed friends just as badly as Takaharu and Omiko had.
"Mako-chan, is this really what you want to do? Do you really think that going this way is for the best?" he saw a group of Club Captain's rushing towards him, and forced a grin to his face, "Can't focus too long on that, need to fight! Let's go!"

X-X-X-X-X

Kazama found himself on a good mood, standing over a pile of garbage in a dark and dirty alley of the city's low-class district. He had his hands in his pockets, one leg bent so his foot rested on top of the garbage. Said foot was actually set down on a suited man's face.

"My, my, sensei… Telling kids they are garbage because their grades aren't to your liking… This is why people have such bad points of view thanks to teachers like you." he smeared his foot on the man's face, grinning wider, "You're just all bark and no…BITE!"

He emphasized that by stomping the man's head and walking off, a satisfied little smile on his face with the left corner of his mouth slightly lifted up. He did pause when seeing something odd, a little runt was trying to yank his wallet.

"Oh…" the little boy, with shades on top of his head, chuckled sheepishly at the skinny boxer, "What's that over there?!"

His ideas had become null at the moment, so he tried to think fast and aim a finger to the direction opposite to where he planned to run away. The boxer was unimpressed and grabbed the kid's head, lifting him up singlehandedly.

The youngest of the Mankanshoku clan closed his eyes, waiting for his painful demise and, "You're doing it wrong, kid." His eyes widened as Kazama set him down, "If you have got to steal, target at least someone with money who doesn't deserve it, like that guy over there." He motioned to the unconscious teacher before turning his face to the boy, "It's best if you target guys like him burning it on booze and complaining they don't have enough."

Mataro looked back at Kazama, the man leaning away with his head held up strong. The raccoon-eyed teen turned his head to focus grimly on the smaller boy who was already following him.

"Kid. Seriously, go back home. I'm not the guy you wanna look up to." His eyes flashed darkly.

Mataro screwed up his face and summoned up all his courage before openly declaring with a glare of his own, "I…don't care! A great guy told me, that friends are everything in this world! If you don't have friends, then you're supposed to reach for them!" Of course, he privately thought with a slight wince, 'I can't tell this guy I want to be his friend because he can protect me too. I mean, a proper bodyguard… but dammit Gentaro, you make me want to be friends with nutcases like this guy…'

The teen merely gave off a soft laugh, his eyes glinting before he shrugged out, "Do what you like kid, I'm not gonna stop you from being my friend or whatever. Besides, it'll be your funeral when you get dragged into the fights I plan to have."

Mataro ran after Ikki as he strode away, his lanky gait forcing the younger boy to chase after him harder, "H-Hey! W-Wait up you dumb jerk! I can't keep up with your long legs!"

Ikki laughed harder as he ran off, but not fast enough to out-pace his companion who was able to chase after him, "Tough luck kiddo! I'll make sure you can at least follow in my dust trail!"

"ASSHOLE!" Mataro yelled, yet a grin formed on his face, in response the older teen laughed right back at him.

"Love you too, kid!"

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"Another reject…? Jeez… Mako, I'm tired. Do we have to fight the Captain of the Diving Club too? We've went through like ten bozo's today. I'm tired, Takaharu's tired, and Omiko's tired too." Slumping down against a wall and groaning, Ryūko swiped her hand down her face, looking at a huge pile of groaning and naked captains. Senketsu gave a soft groan of his own even after he absorbed the Life-Fibers that flowed into him.

Unsurprisingly, someone acted like they ran on super-batteries, "That's why you should join me for a dash of youth every morning to the school more often, Ryūko-chan! It fills you with determination to never stop!"

Gentaro smiled brilliantly, but despite his words, his eyes did display a sense of exhaustion as he had been fighting nonstop as well, he collapsed next to the red-locked girl who leaned against him tiredly.

In front of them Mako had nearly changed entirely. She wore a very fine suit, pointed glasses that hid her eyes, and had even groomed her hair to a sleeker and yet dull look. Her skin had seemed to turn paler as well, as of recently she had been upgraded to a two-star, and their home replaced with a mansion.

Everyone had their own rooms now, which had depressed pretty much all of them save for Mako herself, even Maiko found the luster of having a mansion again kind of lost. It wasn't the same as it was before, when they could all interact with each other and spend time with each other.

Her odd eyes hardened, Ryūko knew that this wasn't what she had fought for, to have everyone close each other off and to have the family start to break apart.

Mataro was rarely at home anymore, he had sensed the changes in his family and seemed to stay out longer, he told only Gentaro where he went to and where he was going.

Barazō and Sukuyo were rarely at home, they worked and schmoozed all the time and as a result rarely got home in time for them all to have dinner together. Even Mako seemed more distant, as she spent more time with Gamagōri and the other Elite Four plus Satsuki herself.

Things were changing, and none of them liked where they were going.

But all they could do was fight on and try to make them right again.

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And that's a wrap for this chapter! It was mainly a set up for the next, and The Swordslinger and I both agreed that since the actual list of club captains is kind of skimpy, we should create our own for the sake of fun!

I hope you enjoyed the OC's we created and caught the references that we peppered the story with! The next chapter should be out relatively soon and shouldn't take as long as this one to come out!

I was busy with schoolwork and so was The Swordslinger, so we were a bit unable to write, but we're back now and better than ever!

Swordslinger speaking: I promise nothing but to try my best, and kick my friend's fat lazy ass if he ever gets depressed or is being the sloth in human skin I know he is.

This is The Lord Of Pages, off to record another chapter!

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Omake by The Swordslinger.

The Kisaragi Family Pt.2

The Neo Kamen Rider Club members were having a nice and little dinner out of fat tuna sushi of the finest caliber, non-alcoholic drink since there were minors, and the company of Gentaro's cousins. The red-skinned demon women sat by the pompadour wearing youth, seated and even drinking their non-alcoholic drinks like proper and well-educated Japanese ladies.

"And then those bitches decided to mess our rules, our perfect school system went down the drain!" Scanty cried, her eyes stained with tears.

As well behaved as they could be, they still had emotions.

"How mean!" Gentaro said, patting the green-head's back.

Kneesocks nodded, her hand gripping her glass so tightly it threatened to break, "While I could respect their resourcefulness, the way they take things for granted has truly soured my mood."

Ryūko arched a brow, "Wait, yer telling me them hussies are angels?" she slurred slightly, her quick hands managed to get her a cup of sake without anyone noticing. Senketsu seemed a tad more cheerful than usual because of that, "What backwards place ya come from if devils are real nice to be r-related to Gen while angels just eat cakes and do the do…?"

"Daten City." Kneesocks replied calmly, pushing up her glasses, "A nice place given its bad corners, but it's nothing a bit of discipline can't help."

Scanty wiped her eyes, "Yeah, and at least the pizza's cheap and we can make large amounts of humans suffer for being greedy, lustful, violent, or corrupt."

Maiko felt a shiver run up and down her spine several times, "A-Anyway… Why are we here? This is a host club?"

True enough, much to her liking, there were many good looking men tending to young girls or elder women with smiles and making them feel like they were the rulers of the world. A host or hostess club is an establishment meant for pretty people to be there and make you feel special while you have some drinks. For the average Japanese officer worker it was a good way to pass the time.

Gentaro smiled, "Oh, an uncle of ours tends to come here. That's why we got seated so quickly."

Omiko arched a brow, "But no one's attending us. That's a bit… rude, you know."

Takaharu sighed, "Well, we're still in high-school, we shouldn't be here in the first place."

Omiko grumbled, "I know, but… I wanted to get the full experience."

The boxer felt his jaw go slack, "I shall save my comment."

Mako for her part… "Let's get to the top!"

The hosts and some of the patrons cheered, clapped and waved at the chipmunk girl at the karaoke, singing a very popular tune with her smile being as infectious as ever.

"Who's that girl?" a man with a deep and very manly voice asked as he neared the group, "She could give Majima some competition…"

The group turned, and instantly Ryūko, Takaharu, Omiko and Maiko froze at the man before them. It was a yakuza, a member of the Japanese mafia. It was so obvious he was one that even the air around him told anyone that they best not look at him funny or try to pick up a fight. Those foolish enough to try to face him would get beaten by fists of true righteous fury.

He was tall, built like a middleweight fighter with years of experience if the hard pectorals and biceps said anything, and had a rather handsome and gruff face of a middle-aged Japanese man that could catch some hearts without trying. He had a goatee, his hair stylishly spiked up, and a fancy disco suit. He had a white business coat, matching dress pants, trendy white shoes, and a wine red dress shirt with the collar popped up.

"Uncle Kiryu!" Gentaro, Scanty and Kneesocks cheered, hugging the man.

Kiryu, identified by the odd family, chuckled and tried to hug them back, "It is nice to see you again. I hoped to bring Haruka over, but she's busy with the idol business." He then turned to the others and scratched the back of his head, "I'm sorry I had you come here. This is the only place I know of that can allow someone to relax in this district."

"N-No problem…" Ryūko sobered up, the man's aura burned with such power and passion not even if she was blind could she miss.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kazuma Kiryu, my father came from one of Gentaro's grandfather's brothers. You must be… Ryūko, Takaharu, Omiko, Maiko, and the one on the mic must be Mako." They nodded as the man was spot on, to which he smiled a bit more, "Gentaro never stops talking about any new friends he makes whenever our family is together."

Scanty smiled, leaning on his side, "It's ok, uncle! Gentaro-kun was giving us a tour around and we couldn't waste the chance to see you."

"What better way to give my cousins and new best buds a fun afternoon than getting the best guide in town?!" the teen exclaimed, holding his hand up for the yakuza to hold.

Takaharu managed to form words at last, "That's… t… the Dragon of Dojima. This man, who singlehandedly faced and ended a wars between yakuza more than once, is related to Gentaro?"

Maiko wrote that down, "So… bloodline or not, there's a power in the aura of one that affects family members even if some of their genes differ greatly. Interesting…"