Well that was an exciting chapter! I had a huge amount of fun writing it and I can't wait to begin this one! Today, my beloved brother in all but blood and I bring you the chapter that concludes the Hikari Naito arc and gives Omiko some well-deserved screen time! It also begins the next stage of our story, so look forward to things kicking into high gear!

We proudly present to you all… The Princess of Tennis and the Magical Girl War! Her spirit is blazing red hot, go Omiko!

I will never own Kamen Rider or Kill La Kill, no matter how much effort I've gone to steal their rights… Oops, did I say that? Crap…

Italics for belt voices, flashbacks, and thoughts.

Bold for the speech of Zodiarts.

Bold and Italic for Limit breaks.

Recommending listening for this chapter.

Dragon Quest Symphonic Suite: Fighting Spirit.

Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls OST: Absolute Despair Girl.

Yakuza 1 OST: Receive you the Prototype.

Yakuza 3 OST: Receive and Stab You.

Kurohyou 2 Ryu Ga Gotoku Ashura Hen OST: Born To Be Wild.

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A week had passed since the massive brawl in Honnō City. Gamagōri was still recovering from the wounds sustained with his match with Leo, and Shirō had his work cut out for him, no pun intended regarding the sewing club captain's job designing the shield of Satsuki a brand-new Goku Uniform, an upgrade of his previous attire.

Until Shirō managed to get it ready, the giant of a man was more than willing to wear a specialized suit and designer sunglasses on loan from Soroi. The resulting look made the extremely massive man resemble a secret service agent, which when combined with his briefcase and earpiece in turn caused Mako to become extremely excitable.

Currently the massive man was standing nervously as Mako ran around his gigantic body, the chipmunk girl gushing over his extremely dapper appearance, "Gen-chan, doesn't Gamagōri-senpai look extremely good?! He resembles those cool guys from that one American movie you borrowed from your cousins Kneesocks and Scanty-san!"

Gentaro, being Japanese, had to import most of the foreign movies he liked watching, and the people who brought them to him were often his demonic cousins. Scanty and Kneesocks both had visited him at school for the past few days, usually to deliver letters from their family. Both were even staying at the local five-star hotel, a resort usually reserved entirely to REVOCS employees. The twins had deep enough pockets to afford its steep prices for non-REVOVS associates easily for the next ten years and still have enough to live a life of opulent luxury.

They promised to visit him where he was staying soon, they just had to get the last of his presents from the rest of the family in their hotel rooms where they'd deliver them to him on his birthday.

All his friends were surprised and interested to learn that their best friend's birthday was rapidly coming up, and he would turn eighteen at that time. It shouldn't come as a surprise, but they knew that he was a little older than they were, they just didn't think it'd be so soon.

Gentaro naturally cheered beside Mako while Gamagōri thanked that his suit came with a muffler that hid his massive blush as the busty school girl bounced up in such a manner her more than impressive assets moved with her.

"As always, Ira looks cool as one of the Elite Four should look! Fighting Uzu like I did… Just makes me even more hyped to befriend you four and Sat-chan even more!" His words made Gamagōri stomp his foot angrily, the gigantic man picking up Gentaro comically by his pompadour and shaking him furiously.

"REFER TO LADY SATSUKI WITH PROPER RESPECT, KISARAGI! You don't have the right to speak of her greatness so informally!"

Gentaro could only grin widely, his eyes shining with pure joy as he openly declared to the man, "I respect her already! I want to be her friend, and I'll do so by befriending you four first!"

Pointing at the man's face proudly, Gentaro smiled with his eyes closed, his bright smile and expression causing Gamagōri no small amount of anger and frustration. The human tower scoffed but didn't look at the delinquent with indifference or even, what one would expect, disdain.

"Showing respect by attempting to reach others, there's a deep meaning in that, I'll give you that much, Kisaragi." The blond man said stoically, before shouting, "But even then, to show respect to Lady Satsuki means that you must understand her place as your leader and the one who guides this academy forward! You owe your life and future to her, and you started doing so the instant you set foot here!"

"That's why I can't wait to befriend her!" Ira tried, but while he was an unmovable object Gentaro was the unstoppable force with no limits but a goal, and that goal was to make and help friends.

Slapping his face, the disciplinary committee president walked away, "I need…a rest…" only Mako could tire him out as much as Gentaro, and the two were together.

"Wait, senpai!" the girl shouted, jumping on his shoulder. Many gasped and Omiko, Takaharu and Maiko felt shivers down their spines, but to everyone's shock Gamagōri didn't yell at her, "Here!"

Ira took the piece of paper the chipmunk girl gave him, "An invitation to Kisaragi's birthday?"

Mako nodded, "Of course! You could become Gen-chan's friend, that'd be a great present!"

"No, Mako." Gentaro said, a hand on his hip as he slicked up his pompadour, "The only way men should become best buds is if it comes from the heart, not by forcing themselves."

"Once again, I can't help but admire that tenacity, Kisaragi." Ira admitted, "However, let me tell you two things." In his cell, Tsumugu growled at the air when feeling like someone was copying him, "One, I can never befriend you for you are still an enemy. And two, what's your size?"

Gentaro stretched his arm to one side, "I'm a large size."

Ira nodded, "Good, I shall find you a proper present. So long, Kisaragi, Mak- Mankanshoku." He swiftly corrected himself before being too informal with the ever-informal brunette.

Mako merely waved happily at the titanic man as he walked away, his muffler hiding his massive blush that appeared again at seeing her breasts bounce again as she leaped high into the air to make sure he saw her waving. Ryūko out of all her friends appeared the most nervous, save for maybe Omiko who looked equally flustered as they had no idea what to get Gentaro for his upcoming birthday.

The red-locked girl rose a finger to her chin in thought, grimacing weakly and lowering it shortly after as she didn't know what Gentaro might like as a present. Funny how she knew so much about him and his family, from his cousins, to his uncle, and his grandfather, yet when she knew it would really count she couldn't think of what he'd like. Oddly enough, Fukuroda, Maiko and, of course, Mako wasn't that nervous about the gift.

Takaharu had gotten the Rider a pair of biker gloves with flames on them. Maiko had a list of the Elite 4 and Satsuki's schedules, and even their tailor's and a certain butler's for extra measure so Gentaro could befriend them. Mako had been learning how to make the perfect croquette for his dinner, and her family helped by pitching in to get the pompadour wearing teen a new jacket like the one he always had, but it being white to have every single one of his friends sign it on his birthday party.

Ryusei had gotten Gentaro a martial arts book that detailed various ways to teach himself how to fight without formal training since he didn't have the time or patience to put in that much effort into learning a martial arts style like he did. Tomoko got him an adorable little Fourze doll she had hand sewn herself and had given a miniature belt to, she even included an extra doll of Meteor just to complete the set. They had wrapped their presents with utmost care and hidden them in one of the many holes Guts had lying around. Gentaro would never find them at all since he loved helping Guts dig new holes, not find old ones. Though Ryusei did question out loud why Tomoko had the dolls, he missed the voodoo book nearby before she hid it completely from view.

Nervously biting her thumb, Omiko had a look of suspense as she had no idea what to get Gentaro at all, Maiko's glasses flashed eerily as she saddled up to the tall and attractive blonde. "Having trouble thinking on what present to get our mutual best friend?"

Maiko's smile was positively nasty as she pushed up her glasses, Omiko gave the neurotic planner a stern glare that warned her not to mess around with the tennis player, "Can it, you creep."

Maiko put her hands up in a placating manner, but her creepy smile never left her face as she leaned in close, "It's simple. Just go with what you think he'll love. It's the thought that counts to him anyway." The blonde tennis player gave her creepy friend a glare which made Maiko cackle now as she pushed up her glasses smugly, "If that fails and your stupid brutish monkey brain can't comprehend even that, just ask Kneesocks and Scanty about what to get Gentaro. I'm sure they have some ideas."

With that she left Omiko and Ryūko with their thoughts, lunch break was upon them and the group had made plans to get themselves some lunch together at a very nice café that was opening in the city.

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When you talk about demons, demons are always listening when their names are said. With a flourish, the women of the hour entered Honnōji, walking like they owned it. Humming warmly, Scanty brushed a lock out of her face, Kneesocks adjusting her glasses with a pleased look.

"Absolutely beautiful school, isn't it, Miss Kneesocks? Our darling cousin is getting an absolutely splendid education here." Scanty all but purred out, her eyes expressing admiration for the school's adherence to a strict uniform and healthy ethic.

Kneesocks pushed up her glasses, smiling herself as the school's absolute cleanliness pleased her as well, "Of course he is, Honnōji accepts the best, and Gentaro-kun is our family. He is without a doubt a man without peer."

Scanty tickled her sister's chin, smiling widely with her teeth exposed in a sharp grin, "Our darling cousin is the man who will unite all the world under the banner of his friendship. He's the universe around which we revolve around and adore… But where is he? I so wanted to tease that delightful little Ryūko-chan some more. She's so cute with her antics towards him."

Kneesocks put a hand to cover her wicked grin, "Dear sister, how can you play with a pure girl's heart like… Pfft… Sorry, I can't keep the act since you're right, her reactions are adorable. Though that blonde girl Omiko could provide us with some proper new entertainment. It's so easy to see, endearingly foolish dare I say."

The two walked forward with their tails wiggling, before something odd happened… Awareness. Off to the side they could see none other than Ikki carrying his tinier but older girlfriend on his shoulders with a calm smirk on his face, the scrawny boxer enjoying having Dina eat some candy while using him as a ride. And not far off, at a café, a certain pink biker was laughing loudly as his astronaut girlfriend tried to drink some tea, only to groan with her tongue out at the bitter taste while the tower of a man and her sister laughed. And then, when thinking that at least two girls were after Gentaro, realization hit them.

"We're still single…" they thought out loud with their heads hung low. Scanty tried to remain strong, though, "No, we shouldn't worry! After all, we're not like that blonde angel bitch sleeping with any set of male genitalia in a five-mile radius!"

"Y-Yes, besides, we have each other!"

"Miss Kneesocks, remember that is frowned upon in-"

"Let's just get to Gentaro."

After they got over their brief depression about being single, both realized that they still had each other and were comforted with that fact. Besides, Kneesocks knew this thing she could do with her tongue that her sister… She cut off her thoughts as her face turned a burning red, she didn't need to be blushing up a fire storm right as they saw their beloved cousin.

As they walked together, the two demonesses drew attention from the students. High up in her tower of steel and glass, Satsuki was just settling down for a cup of tea until she saw the two demonesses strutting around her school. It was testament to her calm attitude that she didn't worry about Gentaro's demonic family members visiting him. She was however a bit wary due to anyone related to a man who could earn such loyalty and respect would more than likely possess just as much charisma as he did.

Kneesocks looked up suddenly, her gaze meeting Satsuki's and a smile crossing her lips as she gave off a small wave at the woman above them. Satsuki clenched her tea cup tightly as the blue haired demon smiled at her sister's inquisitive glance until Scanty looked up and saw Satsuki herself.

"How delightful! Ryūko-chan's little rival is intimidated by our presence, Miss Kneesocks." Scanty chuckled out, kissing Kneesocks' cheek with a laugh as her sister blushed then smiled sharply herself.

"Of course, dear sister, she sees us as a threat in the same way she takes Gentaro-kun seriously. It's amusing to watch, really. She has nothing to fear from us, but other humans fear what they can't control." Both sisters held hands, bumping their hips together every few delightful seconds while swinging them from side to side.

"Magical Girls! Assemble!"

Ikki blinked in surprise when feeling his shoulders less heavy and understood the reason when seeing a pink T-Rex standing before two devil girls. He sighed and walked to see what the fuzz was about. He felt unsurprised to see it was none other than Hikari Naito that had called his girlfriend into action. Oddly enough, Hikari looked a tad disheveled with her hair slightly messy.

"Demons walking through the streets of my city, I, Magi-" and that's all the pink girl said before both demon girls punched her out of their way, sending her flying Team Rocket style.

"How rude." Kneesocks was merely adjusting her glasses.

Scanty nodded, "We're guests here, you'd think they'd show more respect."

The giant pink T-rex stepped out of their way, moving its tiny arms so they could pass, "Uh… you're here to see Gentaro-san, right? Just turn left and keep going straight, then you'll see an alley and…you can't miss the questionable sign."

"Oh my, perhaps not all hope is lost, such an adorably proper response." Kneesocks commented and patted the T-Rex's head.

Ikki blinked when the demons thanked his girlfriend with a bow, "Yep, definitely related to him."

"It seems at least Gentaro's friends can try to be polite." Scanty smiled.

"But that pink girl… I think Omiko-chan has trouble with her, so maybe…" her sister trailed on as both gained matching smirks.

Walking into the Mankanshoku's alley, Scanty turned her nose up in disgust at the revolting state of the place, Kneesocks looking like she might puke herself. "This filth encrusted hovel is where our beloved darling cousin is staying!? This is a disgrace! Harara would tear this place apart, let alone what Tomoko-obaasan and Josuke-kun would say about it!"

Scanty was almost apoplectic with rage until she saw Sukuyo walk out. The gorgeous housewife hummed happily as she started decorating the alley with birthday decorations, her warm and generous smile that much happier at the thought of Gentaro's birthday.

"…So that's why he's here. Ah, that makes much more sense." Scanty calmed down instantly, Kneesocks nodding with a studious expression herself. "A family where someone can have that kind of smile is the most ideal place for most of our relatives to be at."

"Oh hello, you must be Gentaro-kun's cousins…" Sukuyo stood up after putting an old yet clean banner over the door, bowing to the twins respectfully, "It's a pleasure, I do believe you've met my daughter Mako but allow me to introduce myself. I am Sukuyo Mankanshoku, but Sukuyo is good enough, Miss Mankanshoku is my mother-in-law's name after all…"

"A pleasure, Sukuyo-san, we're Scanty…"

"And Kneesocks, and it is indeed an honor to meet you."

"My, my, how polite. No wonder Gentaro's such a good boy to everyone. Come on in, I've gotten started on lunch but you can have a bite if you desire."

"Oh, we don't want to bother you."

"Yes, we are just here to-"

"No." Sukuyo said sternly, "As the housewife I take pride in making everyone in my house happy and full of energy. Sure, many may frown upon what I do, but there's nothing greater for me than the smiles of those I help in this house, be them my family, friends or relatives of those friends. So please, do come in, I wouldn't be happier otherwise."

The genuine pride, love and tenderness of a mother was shown in the smile Sukuyo gave the twins. Sure enough, both entered the place, were seated at the table and watched the brunette mother cook. They felt odd, at ease, like they were being taken care of by a mother of their own. Suddenly, great respect grew in them for the woman before them, a person who took everyone in with a smile without needing a reason to. It reminded them of some of their kindest family members, mostly a spectacled rider who had no license.

Meeting the rest of the family proved pleasant, save for Mataro who in usual fashion tried to pick pocket the obviously loaded demon sisters… If they weren't in a good mood, he'd have suffered a lot worse than getting Double Gold Lacytanga and Double Gold Spandex shoved into his face while they warned him against attempting to steal from demons.

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"What made it a good idea for you to think I should be here?" Maiko asked Omiko.

All four female members of the Neo Rider Club walked together to help Omiko and Ryūko find a proper present for Gentaro. Mako was simply marveling herself at the stores the One-Stars had access to. As for the reason they could look around, none of them cared for the rules. And none of those rules could be imposed on them. Ryūko had easily uppercut a guard's speech of the big mistake they were supposedly making trying to buy in that place. No more resistance was found once the other guards realized who they'd be messing with.

"You got the guy's blood-type on your databanks, of course we could use your expertise to get a gift for the guy." Ryūko snarled at the neurotic strategist.

"Didn't you hear it's the thought that matters?" Maiko asked with a deep frown, "All of those if not all Christmas specials say the same sappy crap. Just do us a favor and don't overthink it. You aren't really known for processing power, this'd just confirm the theory."

"Oi!" Ryūko felt a couple veins bulge on her forehead as she grabbed the indifferent trap expert by the collar, "I asked for help nicely, don't be such a bitch!"

"You two forced me to come here after I already gave you advice!" an equally irate Maiko roared as she pressed her forehead on the drifter's, "Also, why did you bring me when you already got Mako here! She's more qualified for this than I am!"

Omiko replied, "Because she'll most likely get into candy stores and you'd be perfect to find any way to get her out." The tennis captain replied dully, and then had to yank Mako when she first started to stray from the group, "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"B-but chocolate is so bitter and sweet." The coconut-head pouted adorably with teary eyes.

It'd have worked on Ryūko and perhaps even Omiko, but Maiko was immune, "Okay, now I see." She pulled out a candy bar, "Hey, help these two socially impaired girls with finding a proper gift and you get one of these if you stay with us."

"Yay!" Mako cheered and happily munched the candy.

"Where'd you get that?" Omiko asked.

"I've got connections." Maiko added as she pushed up her glasses with a stoic expression, "Also, if there's one thing as a woman I can't abide is a life with no chocolate."

"Connections? To what? The underground candy smuggling trade?" the red-locked girl asked her with a snarky tone.

Maiko gave her a more weaselly grin, "Why yes, I have contacts in Wily freakin' Wonka's factory. I've bribed his Oompa Lumpas to smuggle his stash out." Her sarcasm only made Ryūko narrow her eyes sharply.

"Bitch." the red-locked girl spat out, Maiko scratched her eyelid with her middle finger, pulling it down with her tongue stuck out playfully.

"You know I'm indispensable regardless. But fine, if you really want my advice on what to get him, both of you idiots come here. I'll only tell you this once, kay?" Adjusting her glasses, the weaselly neurotic told them with a sigh as she shook her head tiredly. "Just buy what feels right. We're all women here, right? Boys buy us stuff, when we're told to buy stuff for guys, we're lost since what do guys love? No one here can answer that."

She said slowly as if talking to braindead lepers, rubbing her face with the palms of her hands, her red eyes peeked through the gaps in her fingers to indicate her irritation with them.

"The hell kinda advice is that!?" Ryūko asked with an advance towards Maiko and a clenched fist, the coward responded in a way that intimidated the drifter right back, stomping forward with hands pushing on her chest.

"I. Already. Got. Him. His. Present. I went to the gift store, looked around, and what called to me knowing Gentaro as well as I do was what I got him." Maiko said, her hands on her hips, glare burning into Ryūko's face like a honed laser.

"T-that's…" the red-locked girl tried to say, not knowing if it was right or not.

Maiko grabbed her by her blouse and shook her about in response, "You! Dumb! Tsundere! Just! Do! It! Go with what your heart tells you! Jeez! Am I speaking in tongues?! Don't think, that's my job you idiot! You'll understand what he'd like when you're actually at the store!"

She got away from her, dusting her hands off and pushing her glasses up with a twitching mouth, an indication of her frustration regarding the repetitiveness of their conversation.

"What a sucker..." Nonon snickered from her perch at the top of the academy, grinning with a wicked glint in her eye. "Hey, Satsuki-chan, it's okay if I bully her a little by teasing so long as I don't fight her, right?"

"It will help build her character or show us how weak-minded she is." Satsuki replied calmly as she sipped a new blend her butler prepared for her.

"I'll do that right now~! Ehehe! Time to really mess with her!" Nonon laughed girlishly and flew off, landing down behind Ryūko as the red-locked girl stared at a shop.

By the time she had gotten down there, Ryūko had been at that shop long enough to make her friends wander over and explore other shopping districts. Her fingers kept curling and uncurling into her grip, her expression twisting from fear and anxiety.

"I…I'll go in later…when I'm alone." She said nervously, feeling more trepidation than she should've at the prospect.

"Aw, what's the matter, delinquent? Too shy to go in and look around for what you want to buy?" Nonon's snide and sarcastic voice brought a surprising response.

Ryūko tilted her head back, giving the pinkette a harsh glare without an outburst. This show of restraint was surprising to the musician, especially as her target was known for having a hair-trigger temper.

"What's it to you? This is important to me, so if you don't have anything nice to say or anything constructive to tell me, buzz off, I've got stuff to think about." She stomped off, ignoring Nonon whose eyebrows twitched rapidly at being dismissed then ignored like that.

"The hell!? Get back here, you damn slacker! Hey! Don't you dare ignore me! I hate that!" Nonon chased after her, snapping like a particularly angry little snake.

"I don't have time to sling insults with a serpent, get the hell out of here if you don't want to help me." Being ignored like that brought a red haze to Nonon's vision, the only thing that held her back was when she realized that Satsuki was probably watching her and getting disappointed by her actions.

"D-dammit…when did she become mature?" that was a shocking realization.

Ryūko had changed. She wasn't being taunted so easily anymore as her anger abated and her discipline begun to kick in. Even just a little, Gentaro had cooled her rage and brought a sense of calm to her that she didn't possess before. Raising a single eyebrow, Satsuki chuckled through her nose, putting down her teacup with a thoughtful hand raised to her chin.

"So, as I overheard that Miu Kazushiro said. He helps others surpass themselves and become better than they were before. Then, this is his 'true' power. Gentaro Kisaragi, you are a terrifying man." She gained a half-smile on her face, "How interesting, but if that's the case, then I can use it against him."

Approaching her target again with her hands clasped behind her back, Nonon waited for Ryūko to acknowledge her presence, "What do you want, pipsqueak?"

"Just curious, is all..." she drawled out. "Why does a punk like you think she can get recognition from that Kisaragi?"

Her nonchalant question and casual stare at her nails halted Ryūko dead in her tracks, "What did you say?" the avenger growled as she turned.

"It's a serious question, really." Nonon kept going with a shrug. "Why do you think you stand out when compared to true stars?" she giggled to herself, a hand to her mouth. "Isn't he attempting to make Satsuki-chan acknowledge him? And look where she is and how you fare. You're nowhere near her league. Would he really spend time with you when Satsuki-chan is better as a friend and associate?"

"Joke's on you, midget, he's always treated everyone equally and-" Ryūko snapped, but Nonon was like a snake in the fact that once she sunk her teeth she'd never let go.

"Oh, would you bet on that?" Nonon wheedled her, grinning cheekily at the thought of messing with the red-locked girl, "C'mon, he's a really amazing guy. Super strong, really popular, charismatic, a bona fide superhero. You're nothing, you know that? At best you're a Kamui user, but you just lucked into that…"

Slowly turning to face her, Ryūko exhaled. Rubbing her face tiredly, she looked at Nonon with an exhausted stare.

"Are you done?" her response surprised everyone, even her friends as they walked out of a store, "Are you fucking done? Get out of my sight. Take your scaly hide back to the bitch holding your leash and tell her to screw off out of my life. I'm doing something a little more important than playing her game right now. I'm thinking on what to get one of my best friends for his birthday. Every second I waste playing snake in the grass with you is a second I'm not thinking about stuff that matters."

Omiko whistled with an impressed look, chuckling with a toothy leer, "Looks like our leader is finally showing some tits… She's maintaining her own against Nonon Jakuzure herself…not bad for her progress."

Heaving a groan, Maiko held up a shopping bag with a pained grimace, "Why do I have to carry all the stuff!? Can't Takaharu do it?"

Takaharu chuckled as did Omiko, "Well Maiko, you need the exercise. And Ryusei offered but you told him no."

The secondary Rider smiled to himself at that remark, "You just don't want to look weak in front of Gentaro-san's older friends."

The red-locked girl continued, "Doesn't she have anything better to do with her time? Like kick puppies or something? This Saturday morning cartoon villain shit...isn't it beneath her?"

Struggling to articulate her anger, Nonon floundered for a few seconds before she got another retort off, "What about you?! Don't you have to find out the bastard who killed your father? Sure looks like you haven't been making any progress on that!"

Rather than respond to her taunting, Ryūko walked off, seemingly calm, but Nonon grinned ever so slightly. Her fist was tightened into a ball, clenching so hard it was bleeding.

Nonon glared holes into Ryūko's back none the less, pissed about how she had been ignored, "I'll get back at her, I swear it. Not with a battle, but in a more personal way. I'll make her pay for humiliating me in front of Satsuki-chan."

"Quite impressive, Matoi-san." Ryusei, who had disciplined his mind as a true martial artist, had to give praise where it was earned.

"Don't think I didn't want to slap her hard enough to get her to grow actual tits." Ryūko was as blunt as usual.

"And there she is, I was afraid you were replaced by some alien like that movie you forced us to watch." Maiko's dry remark got back the Ryūko the gang was used to.

"Oh, shut it, Body Snatchers is a... wait, what're you two dudes doing here? Wasn't this a girls-only thing?" she finally recognized the Rider and boxer.

"Tomoko needed ingredients and Takaharu was bored enough to join." Ryusei answered as he lifted a black cauldron with dried up bat winds inside and other such items.

"Nothing but reruns on TV, sadly." The pugilist shrugged as he explained himself.

"W-WAIT! WAAAAAIIIT!" A desperate voice halted the group, as a running figure stopped in front of them, sweat pouring down from their face.

None other than Dina Saori had come to the group, wanting to give them a message.

Putting aside the present buying plans for the moment, it was Omiko of all people who asked.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

She gained a pulsing vein not just due to Maiko, but because Dina had run up to her personally, panting softly even though she wasn't wearing her costume with a new letter in her hands.

"Sorry!" Magical Girl Dino said, out of her T-Rex costume and with rosy cheeks, "Magical Girl Stealth told Hikari-san of your meeting with her brother and she had me send you this seeing that you won't… hit me…" she said the last two words fearfully, almost hopefully. She then read it, "Ahem… Omiko, I hope you realize my brother is way too out of your league. He isn't into the kind of girl that needs a lame haircut like pigtails to try to look cute for guys when she has such an ugly face, like a viper mixed with a gorilla and a shark. Lovingly yours, Hikari-chan! P.S. find a dentist if you at least want to marry a blind guy! XOXO, you fat-"

Omiko took the card and, to everyone's surprise, ate it. She chewed it while simultaneously tearing it to pieces with her sharp teeth before spitting it out to a nearby trash can in the most unladylike manner. She even wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and growled sharply. Mako shivered, stepping back.

"Omiko-senpai is angrier than that time Mako accidentally spilled her hot croquettes on her skirt the first day of practice." The coconut head gulped.

"What do you mean, ain't she taking it well?" Ryūko pointed to the shark-toothed former captain. "If I were her, I'd have already found the bitch and shanked her."

"It's more like she's so mad she just skipped steps to get to payback. Like rather than explode she jumped to plotting a murder." Mako's words seemed to be true as Omiko passed by the petrified Dina, not before grabbing her and Maiko by their collars.

Normally, Maiko would've been outraged, but the look Omiko gave her had the trap mistress frozen solid, "I want to finish this, now."

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"Satsuki-chan, what made you accept that Hikari girl as a club captain? I mean, besides our lack in numbers." Nonon, currently in only her dark pink gym panties and a pink button-up shirt a few sizes too big loosely buttoned, asked her best friend in her bedroom.

Nonon's room was best described as big, pink, and every girl's fantasy. A large and massive heart-shaped bed dominated the center with a fortress of plushies and pillows. Her favorite was a monkey with cool shades and a red scarf that Satsuki gave her in a birthday, and it was made by said bushy browed girl's own hands. And all around the place the walls were pink, with a white fluffy carpet on the floor, a large wardrobe filled with plenty of dresses and her 3-Star uniform in a heavily guarded vault. It should also come as no surprise that her walls were covered in pictures of her and Satsuki hanging out.

There was one in her nightstand beneath a pink lamp that was framed. It was her tenth birthday, a day after her pet monkey died, its remains kept in her hat as a creepy yet childish way to keep him close. In a single day Satsuki did her best to make a plushy with no knowledge and in the end managed to make Nonon's favorite toy with help from her butler's relative and current captain of the sewing club. To say Nonon loved that plushy would only be reaffirmed by her hugging it with her legs wrapped around it. And it was a big toy, at least twice the petite girl's size.

But a question had been made as Satsuki, in a white night gown that barely let anyone see her white underwear underneath, rested face down on her bed with her hands holding up her head, "I was…a big fan of Card Captor Sakura growing up…" she admitted, "I always liked how her friend Tomoko always managed to be so kind and make her cute outfits."

Nonon smiled, "I'm more of a Sailor Moon fan, but I get you. I did want to be like Tomoko with you, Satsuki-chan."

Said fuzzy browed girl smiled, "Thank you. So… what do we do?"

"It's a sleepover. We're going to watch movies, eat junk food, speak about how idiotic the monkey and dog are, and perhaps gossip about the frog's obvious crush on the underachiever. And you ain't getting out until you feel relaxed, you get me?"

"Hm… sure. Thank you…"

Just as she said that, a beautiful pink explosion was heard and seen outside, "Huh, Hikari-chan must be having fun sending her girls after the losers… So, wanna watch a Card Captor marathon?"

"Sure." Satsuki said, both two girls uncaring about what was happening outside, while the force of the explosion knocked the tennis player back, even getting her blonde hair coated in sprinkles and pink colored dust.

"We're the Magical Girl Club! Here to bring light and rid this world of your evil!" the shout of two female voices joined in unison echoed in the city while the Neo Kamen Rider Club tried to get the sprinkles and dust off their clothes.

They just wanted to get started on finding Hikari, but she had already sent her troops after them. Meaning herself and Dina. The small brunette was out of her costume. The tiny girl just couldn't get out of bed fast enough, she looked a tad sleepy and her side ponytail was messy. She merely stood as proud as a barely awake girl could, Omiko giving her a small nod of approval even as she shook out her pigtails and got them free of the sprinkles.

"Dina Saori, where is your uniform?!" Hikari snapped.

The girl looked dejectedly at the floor, "Sorry, captain, I'm out of costume because I was taking a nap and you called so soon... I've missed my snack of dinosaur-shaped cookies to get here."

Hikari rubbed her temples as she turned to her nemesis, "Well, anyways! Omiko! You're going down you blonde, shark-toothed, fat-assed harpy! We, the Magical Girl Club's elite members, won't even let you get to spread your ugliness! Because you're going down here and now!"

Omiko merely sneered at them, her shark teeth exposed in a violent grin. Swinging Death Racket down in a perfect arc that crashed into the earth, a blast of dust and force sent the captain falling onto her ass. Ikki came strolling up to the group making Dina Saori rush behind him to hide and watch her old club captain fight her new captain with extreme prejudice.

"Uh… what'd I miss, babe?"

"You remember when you were possessed by that Switch? Well, I think that was less crazy than this."

Slowly extending Death Racket down her side, Omiko rose her chosen weapon to her face. Then, Hikari gave her a smirk as she called out someone she didn't expect to see.

"Hey, Shirō-senpai! Can you give me a hand!?" her call made the others' eyes shrink.

It was then that the Sewing Club captain appeared...holding a bag with recently bought sushi.

"You're working with her!?" Omiko exclaimed with a finger aimed at the petite blond.

"Not by choice..." he admitted and cracked his neck with his free hand, "Actually, consider this a curiosity-driven experiment. You guys are pushing yourselves so far without Goku Uniforms, or with other special means. It was about time I looked deeper into it."

"Which means, fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you wish to take it, you have my undivided attention now." Popping a fatty tuna roll into his mouth, the blond said as he talked.

"What're you talking about, senpai!?" Omiko asked in shock.

"I'm not one for battle, that much is true for your unasked question." The ponytailed blond said and dipped a piece of eel sushi in some hot sauce. He preferred tasty dressings over soy. "Meaning that, yes, I will have to fight you in my own way."

"I certainly didn't expect that." Maiko said beside the tennis ace.

"Expectations and reality are rarely the same thing." Shirō said, sighing to himself at Maiko's words.

"Reality is a cruel and merciless mistress whose high-heeled sole steps upon the heads of those unprepared for her domination, "Maiko shot back, giving him a weaselly little grin, "But it's up to us, the pawns of her control to shake the reins and fight for what we want."

The blond teen flashed her a roll of his eyes, "Yes, exactly. But you should be well prepared for what is to come." They looked at each other, confused by his vague warning, and the sewing club captain pinched his eyebrow, "I mean to say, things will not as you hope they will. Be on guard and do not think that I or Satsuki-sama will let you be."

"You're telling us this now?" Maiko asked him dryly, surprising him by the casual tone she had.

"You're not worried?" he asked before popping a piece of eel sushi with more hot sauce into his mouth.

Ryūko spoke next with her usual manner of gruff and crude speech, "We're not. Whatever boss-bitch has in mind, we're ready to face it and her down without worry. That's just how we roll, worrying about schemes or staying on guard, not exactly how I want to live my life." she rolled her neck around with a sigh, getting the cricks out of it without a care.

"You live a very care-free life." He acknowledged.

In response, she flashed him the middle finger, a smirk on her face, "Live free, die hard you mother."

"Bruce Willis is a bad actor and only ever plays the same tired cop character in every movie he's ever been in," it was so silent a pin dropping would create an avalanche.

Ryūko slowly lowered her hand, staring at him with squinted eyes, "…oh. I see, you're all sorts of fun at parties. Just for that, I'll kill you last." She spat furiously.

The youth followed up smoothly, "Arnold was only ever good in Conan. Everything else he ever did was garbage compared to that."

"ASSHOLE! DO YOU WANT TO DIE!? BECAUSE I CAN GRANT YOU THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH YOU FU-" the avenger was grabbed by her friends, her eyes turned into a furious white as she snapped and snarled at him.

"KYAHAHAHAA~! Moving on then! This is my show, and you're just side-characters in it!" Hikari laughed and it was like nails on a chalkboard mixed with babies crying amidst the lamentations of the damned. "Grant me all your cheers, everyone! Give me the power of your adoration and love to destroy the wicked ones!"

Behind her appeared several seemingly cloned schoolgirls in the same band uniform. Everyone, their mothers and dog recognized them as Nonon's groupies/clique. Round-faced girls with the same apparently copy-pasted round face, beady eyes, dual braids, and gray One-Star uniforms. There were divisions amongst them, some carried drums, others kept a trumpet at their side like soldiers did with rifles, some held trombones in both hands ready to start the music any second, the ones with cymbals grinned calmly as they marched ready, and the ones carried their flutes had a small grin. The only one missing was the pink snake.

"What the Hell? Did she just become an idol...?" Omiko asked in disbelief.

Shirō heard her, placing a hand on his chin, "Huh...now I wonder if we'll get an Idol Club..." as a tailor by passion and talent, he couldn't help but think of what such an outfit would be like.

"Everyone, report for duty!" one of the band girls at the front raised her hand and shouted with militaristic discipline, "Noriko Aizawa #1, present!"

"No. 1?" the others asked.

"2! 3! 4!..." and the other girls kept counting each other.

"Oi, oi, oi, are all of you actually named Noriko Aizawa?" Gentaro asked in disbelief.

"Yup!" Noriko No. 1 answered with a beaming smile, "All of us share a dad from a group of octuplets, and they all had us around the same time!"

"And here I thought your family was weird..." Ryūko breathed out to Gentaro, baffled.

"We all share the same love for music, so we immediately joined Jakuzure-sama's group!" Noriko No. 37 cheered.

"And it's great to get presents from your sisters and cousins!" Noriko 11 added.

"So, how long is the countdown going to last?" Ryūko finally asked.

"...63! 64! All accounted and present!"

"Alright, now that everyone's here..." Hikari started with a drawl and sadistic eyes, "I'm going to have fun with a proper background band making this a truly epic battle of good vs. evil and I, the pure and righteous Magical Girl Hikari, shall sentence you for all your sins!" she aimed her wand at them with a twisted smirk, showing she had no intentions of backing down.

"About time we got to kick your ass!" Omiko roared. A brilliant yellow aura covered her body down to every last scrap of cloth and strand of hair, her pigtails stood up and spiked out, and her sharp teeth grit to the point that they were grinding audibly.

"Kyahahaha~! Oh wow~! You're getting super seriiiioouuuuss? Like, I'm so scared, bleh! You'll-WHAT THE HECK!?"

Hikari's taunting was silenced when Omiko tossed a tennis ball skywards, her blue eyes glowing with such pure yet focused rage, they pierced through her glasses like glowing lasers. When she hit that ball, Death Racket extended in size, growing until it resembled her previous tennis racket minus the excessive spikes and details. The ball spun like Thor's mythical hammer so it didn't just plow through the musical club members, it would flatten them.

Or it would have, had Shirō not stepped in, "Ah yes, tennis balls had quite the fun stitching..." a hand was raised and from his lab coat five large metallic tendrils shot out to catch the ball. He let out a grunt as the ball kept growing in size and scale, forming into a meteor broke the sound barrier and made his coat flap. Yellow energy flowed around the impact point of the armored limbs and the tennis balls. And then, he flung it upwards.

"Whoa, he...deflected it!?" Maiko was as shocked as everyone snapped their heads back to Omiko. The blond tailor's actions didn't shock her as much, steam poured from her sharp teeth, her expression one of pure murder. She wasn't just pissed. She was Pissed. With a capital P.

"Senpai, don't think that's all I got." Omiko told Shirō, who nonetheless looked somewhat awed and, dare he say it, impressed...in his own way which annoyed the others.

"Hmm, not the first time I see such strength, but from someone without a uniform..." Shirō had a blank look on his face as he popped another piece of sushi, jellyfish, into his mouth thankful of the advantage of having four extra arms to do the dirty work for him, "Sadly, I...I..." and he then showed true shock when seeing one of his robotic limbs twitch. "What!?" Smoke poured from it in a white burst of steam, going limp to indicate the internal mechanical parts had been busted.

"Not bad, not bad, you tsundere. Keep it up, just go nuts like that, and go wild!" Maiko pushed her glasses up, her red eyes sparking with immense delight at the fact that Omiko was pushing her invention to new heights. "You've actually put a figurative dent on his own pride and joy by using my baby! Ahahahaha!" she couldn't help herself from laughing maniacally.

"Shaddup! You all keep mocking me, talking shit, insulting me to my face, you think I'm just a dumb jock!? SCREW YOU!" The aura took the form of a snarling leopard, its ferocious maw drooling as golden lightning sparked along her body, "Gramps Viral, you always told me that when I put my mind to something, I could do anything I wanted… Well. Right now, I want to kick this bitch's ass! You don't get to talk shit to Omiko FREAKING Hakodate in front of her best friends and just walk free!"

She rolled a second ball down one arm, catching it in the opposite hand and pointing it at Hikari Naito. Tilting her head, the Magical Girl Club Captain did her best to avoid showing that she was indeed intimidated by the fact that Omiko could flatten her. Sadly, she still had Nonon's band members, which meant that they were ready to fight without much of a care for such ridiculous brutal raw strength fueled by rage. And Shirō was still a part of the equation.

"You vicious shrill-voiced harpy! You think you'll scare me!? I'm Hikari Naito! I'm no coward!" The Magical Girl declared, Omiko's eyes narrowed behind her glasses, steam pouring from between her lips in response to the declaration.

"Why're your hips shaking then, bitch?" Looking down, Hikari clenched her fist tightly as her legs kept knocking together. Like it or not, she still feared her former captain and the strength that she had.

"HMPH!" But she was stronger too, and between the two of them, she had the Life Fiber Uniform. Hikari calmed down, watching her former club-captain carefully as the blonde bounced a tennis ball up and down. The movements of that ball were dangerous.

Regardless of possessing Life-Fibers or not - Hikari hated to admit it to herself - Omiko Hakodate was an Olympic athlete. She had won gold medals after all in previous games. At age twelve and sixteen no less.

"Tch…I hate this…your skill is real…the pinnacle even." Hikari spat to herself, before she pointed dramatically at her former captain, "But you're still a loser! You lost to some idiotic simpleton who believes in stupid superheroes instead of the purity of magical girls!"

"A hero is a hero, regardless of the method!" Gentaro who had been content merely to watch this, stepped forward without hesitation, his voice being used loud and clear, "It doesn't matter if you're a Kamen Rider, a Sentai, or a Magical Girl! If you're fighting for someone or something more important than yourself, you're worthy of the title of hero. My family taught me that."

Scratching the side of her cheek, Ryūko shook her head, walking past Omiko and bumping her hip against the tennis player, she took her friends side without a second thought.

"She might be a total pain in the ass, and her tsundere schtick irks me something fierce. But she's still my friend. I hate to like her, but you screw with her? You screw with us. Around these parts, people don't look kind on playing those kinds of games." Moving her hand down her face, the drifter's eyes became blazing blue, determination filling them as her Scissor-blade was pulled out from her case. Unfolding it, she spun it around, moving a hand to beckon her enemies forward.

Twin bursts of wind popped from Takaharu's fist, the boxer taking his place alongside Omiko and the others, "I made my path, I'll follow it to the end! Because my dream is to reach the heights my own heroes made me see ahead of me! Gentaro-bro's my best bud, so I'll fight you if you mess with my friends too!"

Hikari spat to the side, looking disgusted by the cliché nature of them stepping up.

Maiko ducked behind an obliviously smiling Mako, "Sorry, I'm not a front-line fighter. I've got my meat-shield here, so don't look at me!"

The girl's chipmunk cheeks spread in a cheeky smile, "Mako is here too! But she'll have to protect Maiko-chan! Maiko is a good friend most of the time, although she's a bit hard to deal with on a bad day, but ever since meeting Gen-chan, Mako has had more good days than bad!"

Ryusei took a martial art pose, his expression one of grim certainty. Somewhat foiled by the fact that Tomoko was hanging off his back, the goth girl smiling eerily at the Magical Girl.

"And what!? You think that using martial arts or having some dirty witch on your back will make you look cool?! Get real! You'll all lose to the justice I uphold! KYAHAHHA~!" Hikari laughed in that utterly aggravating manner.

Ryusei frowned at her words, "How rude. You're nothing like Sailor Moon."

"Witches being beat by magical girls… Isn't that the most cliché story-writing of them all?" Tomoko pointed out the hypocrisy of Hikari's words, the girl didn't act like she heard her, but a tick mark popped over her cheek.

"Guh, give me a fitting fanfare, girls!" Hikari snapped to the Noriko's.

"Ugh, why'd we accept?" Noriko No. 37 asked one of her identical cousins.

"Because Jakuzure-senpai likes magical girl shows," Noriko No. 43 answered.

"Oh, bother." Noriko No. 26 sighed.

Everyone focused as Hikari and Omiko walked towards each other.

Omiko's aura was still beating like the pulse of her heart, powerful and throbbing with as much passion as she felt and could muster towards the situation. Which was of a far greater quantity than anyone could think possible of her.

The band members begun to play a very ominous magical girl theme, using the song to amplify Hikari Naito's already intimidating presence. Crossing both arms, she flashed a wicked glittering grin at Omiko, who didn't just ignore it, she sneered at it.

"Omiko-chan is dangerous…simply, dangerous." Gentaro whispered to himself in awe.

Ryusei turned his head with an interested look, "How so Gentaro-san?"

Gentaro gained a huge grin, "The rhythm of her soul is powerful. I can feel it resonating with my own! This isn't just her pride at stake, this is her pride as our friend! The Omiko-chan we all know and care for wants to surpass her previous self! We can only support her. I can only support her. This is her battle, and we have to help her in however we can."

He was truly excited at the fact that Omiko was growing again.

"Go for it Omiko-senpai! Mako believes in you!" Mako cheered with him, the two idiots pumping their fists up and down, somehow or another, they had snagged a banner with her face on it.

The star tennis player pointed at herself with her thumb, "Yeah. I got it. Don't remind me you two! I'm standing up for a lot more than just myself nowadays, I'm fighting for your sake too! That's a lot of weight on my shoulders!"

Hikari sneered back at the toothy girl. Behind her, an image of an ominous looking insect with a fearsome cavernous mouth full of sharp tooth appeared, a pinkish aura covered her body as she stepped forward. The two pressed their foreheads against each other, Omiko's mouth emitting steam while lightning bolts sparked from her glasses to Hikari's orbs.

"I'm not scared of you anymore Hakodate-'senpai'. I'm not a member of your club anymore!"

"You think you're ready to spread your wings? You've barely even grown past the little brat who I had to coddle back in the old days," Omiko challenged her right back, the two pressing their foreheads together to the point that veins bulged in their temples, "Still the same old Hikari Naito. A magical girl obsessed nut who hordes shit from stupid cliché anime like a nutcase. Still got that autograph from the voice actress of that grimderp shit? What was it? Madoka Maguca?"

"Magica. And don't you dare talk shit on what I like! You still into shitty sports anime?! The Prince of Tennis isn't real, bitch!" They were blazing hot with passion and fury towards each other, which was why Omiko didn't find it odd that despite the two of them being close to each other, Hikari was stepping back ever so carefully.

When she was right over an odd section of the floor, the magical girl grinned darkly, "Gotcha~!" One of the Music Club members, Noriko No.42 by the looks of it, pulled on a nearby switch.

Omiko looked down, then screamed as her glasses and Death Racket shot into the air, "What? Wait, what the fuu-!" her body fell into a hole and down a long vent just as Hikari threw her head back to laugh like the loon she was.

"Hey, that's my chute for imbeciles No. 13592!" Maiko snapped.

"Finders keepers, losers weepers!" Hikari retorted in a sing-song voice with an eyelid pulled down and her tongue out.

"That dirty...Argh, let's get her!" Ryūko snarled at the magical girl before she looked at the chute.

"On it!" Gentaro exclaimed as he and the rest of Omiko's friends jumped in after her!

First Gentaro who waved at her as he jumped down, followed by an angry Ryūko who flipped her the bird while following him. Ryusei and Tomoko were a matched pair, the goth being carried bridal style as the martial artist fell. Takaharu did a running leap and a dive, and Mako yelped when Maiko kicked her ass down and jumped in after.

"I'm suing!" the neurotic trap mistress yelled at the pink girl.

"Alright, senpai, do your thing!" Hikari told Shirō, who looked ready to be anywhere but near her.

"Fine, this is what Satsuki-sama wanted me to do from the start..." the teen said as his tentacles merged together, each one merging with another to form a pair that shook as Life-Fibers flew in to be woven into new uniforms.

"Noriko-chan 1 to 64, go in after them!" Hikari ordered next.

"What?" all 64 relatives asked as one.

Hikari pouted and wiggled her hips as she scolded them, "It's an order, go in groups to stop them, it's plan of my plan...which Satsuki-sama supervised!"

Said heavy-browed girl sighed in Nonon's room, said musician grew worried, "Is something the matter, Satsuki-chan?"

"I think I...I made a...a bad choice..." the school president had to swallow. "It feels so...bizarre to just utter those words in a full sentence."

"Guh, I know what you mean…trusting Hikari Naito with my bandmates puts a nasty taste in my mouth. Blegh!" Nonon spat out, looking at the situation with no small amount of disgust.

Especially since Hikari had carte blanche to do as she wanted.

X-X-X-X-X

The terror the Kamen Rider Club members felt as they slid down an impenetrably black tunnel ended the moment they got to the very bottom as what awaited them was nothing less than something utterly outlandish and cartoonish. A full on makeshift green field made of artificial plastic grass, complete with fake trees, several plastic boulders, and a collection of wooden and plastic weapons that were laying around in front of them.

"What the flying f- WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR CLOTHES!?" Ryūko began to swear, then looked down and jumped at least ten feet in the air. All their clothes had been removed from them and replaced with excessively gaudy outfits.

Senketsu was hung on a rack near her, which immediately flipped around while he gave out a cry, "Ryūko! Gentaro! Help m-" He was cut off from speaking any further.

The group looked at themselves, seeing they all wore a different outfit. Gentaro noticed his belt had been wrapped around Senketsu and frowned slightly before his good mood got restored. He wore a set of red armor and a high winged helmet along with a black body suit that covered as much of his body as possible. He also wore red boots and brown gloves and carried a plastic shield on hand.

"Oh! We're dressed up as characters from that game series, Dragon Quest!" he was particularly excited about it, as he loved the series dearly.

Ryūko was less than plussed herself, as she wore a similar costume to his, but it was far skimpier, consisting only of a bra that hugged her decent breasticles, a loin plate that showed she only had panties on underneath, boots and gloves, all of which exposed her incredible body to everyone.

"Speak for yourself, man! It bites! We lost Senketsu and your belt, and if we want them back, we have to play this stupid freaking game the way the assholes in charge of running it want us to!"

Omiko scratched her nose in irritation, "Freakin' magical girl bitch Hikari wants us to play a game in this stupid dungeon of hers!" She kicked a fake boulder angrily to illustrate her point.

Her outfit had been replaced by nothing short of a playboy bunny girl costume. She got to keep Death Racket and her glasses, but everything else was taken from her. With a pair of floppy ears, a black leotard hugging her breasts perfectly to accentuate her curvy hips, each of which was contained in a pair of fishnet stockings complete with high-heels, she felt ready to kill.

"I get to be the mage, figures. I'm the smartest one of you sad-sacks." Maiko was the only one who didn't seem to care either one way or another what she was doing and wearing. She walked over to a staff and picked it up, swishing it about with a wave or two. She wore a green witch hat, a green dress, a black top underneath, and an orange cape.

Jumping up and down, Mako was extremely happy herself, as she wore a priestess hat that bore the initials KRC upon it, an orange body suit that fit around her ample body snugly, yellow boots, and a priest's shawl with her own initials upon it.

"Yay~! Mako's the priest! She'll heal everyone instantly!"

Takaharu didn't mind his own clothes. He got a green top with the sleeves removed, and the kanji for "Power" upon it. He also wore yellow martial arts pants, black shoes, and got to keep Monday One and Sunday Two. His top had a white belt around it.

He jabbed at the air with a smile, "Being the martial artist is pretty cool, I'll admit."

"It's time for our game!" Hikari roared into the microphone of her little booth, the speakers her new lackies had placed boomed with her voice, "Let us see which side is worthy of being heroes by competing to see who shall vanquish the evil queen of darkness!" there was a pause, "Hey, I said it! Thunder and lightning me now, Dina-chan!"

"S-sorry!" they heard the girl squeak before lightning flashed in the fake dungeon along the boom of thunder.

"Yes, and in doing so, my new allies of justice shall test you donning the mantle of monsters for a-" Hikari's rant was halted by one of the annoyed Noriko.

It was Noriko 47, "Please...let's get this over with." The mortified band girl said in a silly dragon outfit.

"Hey, you're one of the bosses, dragons can't be the first enemy!" Hikari snapped. "Get back in line! They're fighting weak slimes first!"

Her snappish order heralded Noriko 47 sullenly walking into a fake cave. Literally just a bunch of Styrofoam painted grey and forming a makeshift entrance with her standing guard with a hole leading onwards behind her. Noriko's 1, 7, 8, 9, and 10 were all dressed up in cartoonish looking blue suits. With goofy masks that had googly eyes and a tongue out, they looked positively ridiculous and were all to a woman mortified.

"…Please, please just knock us unconscious!" Noriko 1 begged the flabbergasted group.

Gentaro walked forward, looked back at his companions, then nodded sympathetically, "Where do you want to be hit?" he asked. He didn't like hitting women, but he couldn't help but feel the need to relieve their embarrassment, by pain if necessary.

"In our bodies please! We're too cute to be hit in our face!" Noriko 7 begged him next.

Ryūko stepped up with him and both reared their limbs back, holding a pair of makeshift 'swords.' Really just wooden bats colored grey with cardboard sword handles. When they were swung forward, they sent the entire group of slimes flying away.

"Fifty-nine more to go." Maiko grumbled dully.

"Yay! I wonder what fun outfits the next monsters will get!"

Thus, the group made their way forward through colorful enemies, cheap dungeons, and a lot of embarrassed Noriko's looking ready to die in degrading cosplay outfits. Hikari was quite stingy, a bigger budget could've been used by a Two-Star, but she spent it on something else. Something a lot bigger.

Nothing less than a six limbed, giant blue lion animatronic. Noriko's 4, 19, 25, and 27 were all forced to puppet the limbs of the strange monster. Although they hated the assignment, it was the most fun they ever had, and surprisingly Noriko 37 took to roaring through the megaphone that served as the monster's mouth with gusto.

"GAOOOO! I say, gaooo!" She turned around toward her sisters with a sheepish smile, "What can I say? This is actually fun. I like this one!"

Noriko 4, piloting the tail, gave a grumble that none the less had some cheer in it, "Well at the very least, she's leaving us to our own devices for this one. Where is the true hero?"

That was what Hikari Naito had decided to call herself, the 'true' hero. And she was getting herself more than ready in her own costume.

"Narcissistic much?" Ryūko asked with disdain. "And I thought the ego-driven one was our nerd."

"Don't lump me in with some self-absorbed, sociopathic, obsessed girl like her, at least mine is a high IQ!" Maiko snapped.

Omiko felt her right eyelid twitch, "So, you don't have trouble accepting those other faults just as long as your IQ is held high?"

"Timber!" both Mako and Takaharu shouted as they hit the base of the monster's body, hard! The result was what should be expected due to Hikari's stinginess as all Noriko girls fell flat on their faces, poor Noriko 4 sighing in disappointment.

"Oh no, you've slain me... Please, don't loot this poor monster's lair and take the treasure at the back." The octuplet hated her job so much she didn't care about sabotaging her captain.

"Alright, we won't!" Gentaro, bless his heart, was too pure for the world.

"We are!" Ryūko snapped as she yanked him by the ear to a cardboard treasure chest.

"Well, this should be fun," Takaharu said and kicked it open, revealing... a very scanty armor. "Is that one of those fantasy bikinis which are over-powered?"

"Who wears it, though?" Maiko asked, but immediately all eyes went to their resident drifter.

"Oh come on, I get enough attention with Senketsu and... Wait, why even care?" she ruffled her hair, then slid her hand down her face with exasperation. "Turn around."

"Yes, ma'am!" Gentaro and Takaharu exclaimed as one, standing straight up like soldiers before doing as told.

"Alright, getting it on and…ugh. God this thing was designed by a pervert."

When allowed to turn around, Ryūko was rubbing the back of her head, a slight blush on her face from the obscene clothing she had on. It consisted of little more than a metal bikini connected by thin chains, a loin cloth which dipped to the floor and exposed plenty of meaty thigh and hips, arm gloves and stockings. In short, she looked like an exotic dancer.

"Just get over staring, we've got a bitch to put down."

At long last, the gathered group had made it to the Heroes Castle. It was little more than a grey Styrofoam castle, complete with a wonky looking bridge made out of cardboard, lightning sound-effects playing off of a used tape recorder, and a faux army made up of the remaining Noriko's, all of them looking very reluctant to fight any longer.

They were wearing soldier outfits which looked uncomfortable to wear, something to do with the ridiculous fake spears they had to wield. Toilet paper rolls taped together with a flimsy rubber spear-tip. The entire premise had been nothing more than an extended humiliation session as envisioned by Hikari Naito.

The self-proclaimed Magical Girl was also a fan of fantasy video games. Combining them together for her way to challenge the Neo Kamen Rider Club was simply the end result of her passions mixing.

"Now, get ready to be defeated!" Hikari laughed from her throne room as three Norikos were forced to form a human chair for her. She stepped off them, laughing madly as she stared at the 'trophies' on her wall. Senketsu and the Rider Belt, taped together and kept in one place.

"Is anyone else getting any Sailor Galacta vibes from her?" Gentaro asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Maiko groaned.

"You got that geeky reference?" the drifter girl asked.

"I was a big fan of Galacta in my childhood," the neurotic trap mistress answered while adjusting her glasses.

"I'm unsurprised, you two share an ego," Ryūko said bluntly.

As they talked, Hikari spoke up.

"This is payback you shark-toothed hag. For always mocking my shows and never seeing my…" Hikari zipped up, grimacing painfully to herself as she almost let loose the reason why she was truly mad. What really made her angry at her captain, "Noriko's! Prepare my armor! I'm going to crush that Club and get praised by Satsuki-sama! KYAHAHA!"

"Did she say something?" Mako asked. "I didn't pay much attention."

"Typical villain monologues, just get ready for a fight," Omiko said.

The hero party was prepared, ready, and waiting. Their battle with Hikari would prove to be the conclusion all of them had been waiting for. At least for the Magical Girl Club. All warriors were at the ready, Hikari's hand twitched, and with that they rushed forward together! Charing as a united force! Lightning struck down dramatically in front of them, and in the ensuing flash of heat, electricity and light their vision went white.

Only Hikari Naito's laughter could be heard over the crackling flames of the destruction wrought by the lightning bolt, "Kyahahahaa! AHAKYAHAHA!"

"Let's just shut her up before our ears bleed!" Ryūko snapped.

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With that cliff-hanger, because we're a matched pair of total assholes, we'll leave it off there. And from here on, we'll be able to progress towards the real fun chapters! We've established the characters, and that means we're ready to begin building up the big world they're all a part of and going into original arcs leading up the canon stuff that we'll put our own original spin on!

That all said, I'll see you all next time, but we have at least a few extra things to show off first!

To properly finish this beauty of a chapter before we get to my brother in all but blood's latest omake, let's show off the section I promised last chapter!

This section is devoted to keeping track of the numerous attacks and moves our cast uses in their fights, and to give you an easy glossary of the moves they've used and will use again. Starting us off right, let's begin with… drum roll please…

Ryūko Matoi!

Ryūko's primary list of attacks are the Like a Dragon series, moves that originate from her powerful bond with Senketsu and her friends, plus her own militant attitude towards battle. The Like a Dragon Series is punctuated by the keyword Scarlet, to designate her chief color pattern and her own blazing hot personality.

Like a Dragon, Scarlet Spirit: This is her primary if not her mainly used attack in the Like a Dragon series, and it functions as a widespread boost to virtually all her traits. It is utilized when she achieves, for very brief periods of time, full 100% synchronization with Senketsu, and it grants her immense speed, strength, and durability to be used for a very brief amount of time. When used properly, she can lay down immense burst damage and completely overwhelm an opponent with relentless strikes and punishing moves.

Like a Dragon, Scarlet Scar: This attack is among her most powerful, channeling all of the life-fiber energy she has within her body at the moment of the strike, she uses a focusing stance, almost praying with her scissor-blade clasped between her hands, to maximize the force unleashed when she swings her sword. Culminating in an immense red-colored crescent wave that cuts whatever she aims it at, the attack is most useful for a finishing blow and is not well suited for a primary method of attack.

Like a Dragon, Scarlet Shrike: Further emphasizing the powerful boost she gains with Scarlet Spirit, Scarlet Shrike is an attack that come from all sides, Ryūko for a very brief moment breaks the sound barrier with her movement, and appears to create afterimages of pure speed, these clones serve to distract an opponent from her real method of attack. Pivoting and moving around her opponent so quickly, her attacks came from virtually all directions without a second's notice.

Like a Dragon, Scarlet Spear: if Shrike involves an attack from all sides, then Scarlet Spears represents the classic adage of an unstoppable force rushing forward in an infinite charge. Rocketing forward with enough speed to breach into supersonic territory, Ryūko pierces an enemy all the way through, usually tearing through whatever defenses they have up at the same time. To fully stop her, one would have to be of extraordinary durability and strength to fully deflect her strike.

Next, we have the second main lead, Kamen Rider Fourze or Gentaro Kisaragi himself.

Most of his attacks are already canonically used in his original TV series, but we'll discuss at least the first of his original special moves here.

Super Rider Electromagnetic Blaster: This is a natural evolution of Gentaro's usage of his states, and it is easily among his most powerful attacks. Charging up as much raw cosmic energy as he possibly can handle without endangering himself, Gentaro directs it into the N and S Magnet-guns which are attached to both of his arms, connecting both arms at the moment when the attack finishes its charging, he unleashes an utterly enormous energy cannon that completely devastates everything in the general direction in front of it.

Its power is easily greater than virtually anything else he has to offer, but the drawbacks make it a heavily limited attack. For one the destruction unleashed is immense, as everything in the path of the beam is destroyed down to the last molecule, usually resulting in a massive amount of property damage if not loss of life. Next, he is severely weakened following the firing, usually having to disengage Henshin right after he fires it for fear of risking his body more than he already has. For another, the attack is extremely slow to charge, and places Gentaro in one position for a dangerous amount of time, being unable to move or attack lest the blaster misfire or fizzle out. Finally, it is simple to dodge provided you can get out of its path fast enough.

Next this brings us to Takaharu Fukuroda and his own series of original attacks and moves.

Liner Straight: This move, inspired by the bullet trains Takaharu sees pass him when he does his road work and passes under train tracks, is a punch that rushes forward like a train itself, an unstoppable blow that barrel into his opponents with enough force to crush their insides and send them flying.

Comet Comeback: An original punch barrage that utilizes the powerful effects Monday One and Sunday Two have when used in combination with each other, Takaharu primarily uses this to unleash a ferocious flaming fist assault on his foes, weaving jabs that appear as endless as the stars themselves, the attack scorches and pummels opponents into outright mulch.

Genji Guard: Named after the mentor of his heroes and one of the most inspirational men of his time, Kamogawa Genji, Genji Guard is an unconsciously used technique, moving his hands faster than the speed of sound itself, Takaharu can block attacks that are meant to kill him if not outright remove him from a fight. Due to the already extremely heightened durability of his anti-life-fiber gauntlets, the Genji Guard is a powerful technique and one should he learn to use it consciously would make Takaharu a master of counter punching.

Thunderbird Blow: An extremely powerful straight punch that relies of the sheer speed that Takaharu can unleash to break the sound barrier, Monday One channels electrical energy through its surface to grant Takaharu a punch as quick and brutal as a thunderclap, the attack when unleashed properly can decimate an opponent with sheer electrical discharge.

Rising Eagle Upper: Any boxer worth his salt will be able to throw a good uppercut, and Fukuroda is no exception, he differs from the standard operation of the Uppercut, by leaping forward with the punch underneath his opponent's head, in doing so he will launch both himself and his opponent into the air, usually with enough force to break his enemies jaw completely. The attack is potent enough to serve as a finisher to his strikes and can demolish an opponent completely with a single direct hit.

Rocket Drill Jab: Inspired by the legendary Samurai Eiji Dare, The Rocket Drill Jab is a masterful jab by Sunday Two, spinning not only his entire fist but his arm as well, Takaharu throws a jab that whirls like a drill itself, piercing through the armor of an opponent and grinding against their body, the attack can spear them all the way through if Takaharu gains enough raw momentum on his side. Its attack strength can be compared to Fourze's own Drill Astro Switch, localized in Takaharu's arms however.

Finally, we'll look at the attack used by Leo himself.

Fist of the Beast King: The Zodiarts have a variety of attacks and skills available to them, but a majority go unspoken or unnamed, Leo is one of the few to break this trend due to his preference for close range combat and relentless martial arts attacks. The attack takes the form of a massive lion's head that rushes out and devours an opponent with fangs of pure dark cosmic energy, usually to the effect of sending its victim into oblivion itself as it consumes them body, mind, and soul.

Fist of the Beast King is what one could call a finisher move, but Leo uses it freely and with impunity, usually releasing in the immediate termination of any opponent unlucky enough to be caught in the jaws of the lion head. The attack itself has several yet unseen variants and is definitely one you don't want to be nailed by in a fight.

Swordslinger here: Here's another contribution of mine, the omake. I don't have much to say, I did this while sleep deprived by the asshat I call a best friend. Enjoy!

The Kisaragi Family Pt. 7 – Get Jinxed On!

Everyone at the Mankanshoku clan's house was simply relaxing on their own.

Maiko was playing chess and nearly scratching her head to the point of death by blood loss at who her opponent was and how they were winning, "So the horsey can move this way?" Mako asked innocently after taking Maiko's last piece, the king. The spectacled girl's face met the table, making Mako arch a brow, "Did I do it wrong?"

"How does her brain work…?" the trap expert groaned… though one of her hands was on the table, a pen in it, scribbling notes on the coconut head's moves and brain power. Mako only knew she was getting cookies if Maiko let her put some odd helmet with many cables stuck to it to see how her mind worked. Even in defeat, there was an odd, creepy laugh barely escaping her lips as she tried to discover the reasons behind the girl's gray matter.

"Wait, wait, wait, Gentaro-bro! How did you even do that?!" in front of the TV Gentaro and Takaharu were playing an old school fighting game, the former using a blond man in red karate duds without sleeves and another blond man with a ponytail, a red vest with a star on the back, and jeans. The gap-toothed boxer had to ask that after his playable characters, a guy in sleeveless white karate clothes and a guy in a similar but orange colored outfit, were beaten.

"Some of my best friends are gamers, so I always try to improve to give them a good time in these games." He cheered.

Off to the side, Ryūko and Omiko were playing cards, the drifter speaking up first, "Not to be rude, but…" she stared at a certain pompadour wearing teen, "What're you even doing here?"

"Yeah, didn't you have some business in Okinawa?" Omiko asked, before feeling guilty, "I mean, it's not like we don't want you here. It's odd to see you here."

Josuke shrugged, "I wouldn't be here until Gentaro's birthday, but I'm just seeing if I can find one of our cousins. She's… uh… how do I put it?"

"Great at having fun?" Gentaro asked, though with an uncharacteristic grimace.

Josuke nodded, rubbing his temples with the fingers of a hand, "Yeah… That'd describe her well. Anyway, she is bound to pop up to try to, in her words, liven up the party. I'm here to make sure no mess she leaves is permanent, and that she isn't plotting anything like uncle Kiryu's birthday."

Gentaro shuddered, "I still remember how hard we had to scrub to help him clean the orphanage after she brought those rhinos to the party."

There was a very uncomfortable silence around the small house, "I'm… not surprised anymore." Omiko said and everyone just slowly started to accept things.

After all, it made sense there would be some form of black sheep in any family.

Speaking of which, a petite, thin – almost scrawny – blue haired lass with very long dual braids that nearly reached her ankles, purple eyes, a pair of very, very small shorts and a bikini top that showed her still non-developed breasts was walking around town. She was twirling a braid in one hand, had a rocket launcher shaped like a shark on her back, a merry tune she whistled, and her eyes set on a big building. Part of her body, her almost unhealthily pale body, was covered with bullet tattoos over a blue smoke-like pattern also painted on her skin. And a large grin that screamed of a crazy love for mayhem said she was not to be messed with.

"Now to prepare this party for my bestest friend and cousin around… A little bit of pain here and there, a couple explosions, and BLAM-OH! Goodbye snores from Miss Prissypants and those twerps in white of hers!"

Anarchy had come to town, and her name was Jinx.