We got a bit of a muted response last chapter, but as we've said before we're doing this because we want to, not because we get attention for it. And I'm happy to be able to continue writing no matter what happens in my life!

Since I'm excited to start this chapter, especially as we left it off on a massive cliff hanger, we'll just jump right into this one! Without further ado, we're proud to present to you Chapter sixteen! The Meteor's Comeback!? And a Mad Maximum Energy Race to the Finish! The Toad Warrior!

Neither of us own the respective series our mad minds decide to cross over with this, but if we did we'd both retire early and I'd spend my time flicking cashew nuts at peasants and laughing with my big bro at their sad faces.

Italic for thoughts, Belt voices, and flashbacks.

Bold for the speech of Zodiarts and Senketsu.

Bold and italic for limit breaks.

Recommended OST.

Don't Lose your Way: Kill la Kill OST.

Shooting Star: Kamen Rider Fourze OST.

Giant Step: Kamen Rider Fourze OST.

Running in the 90's: Initial D OST.

F-Zero Falcon Densetsu: Hiro-X The Meaning of Truth.

Gravity: Lucky Star OST.

Toad's Turnpike: Super Mario Kart 64 version.

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"Gentaro!" Ryusei fast-walked right to where he heard the voices coming from, his tone quiet but also very insistently excited, this in turn brought the group's attention to the martial artist Rider.

Tomoko noticed the case he held in his hands first, and ran over to him, "Ryusei-kun, what's that?"

The goth's eyes widened as the group saw the case in hand. Ryusei held it protectively, giving Tansha, Kazama, Dina, and Eisei a brief look of suspicion before sighing when he saw Gentaro's huge grin grow twice as wide. Despite having been rocked by their new foe, Gentaro didn't look fazed in the slightest. Ryusei, however, was worried.

"First off, how are all of you?" the kung-fu fighter asked.

"Thanks to Senketsu I'm better than him." Ryūko answered, pointing at Gentaro.

Maiko gave off a sharp noise of frustration while patching him up, "I'm no back alley doctor, but I know a thing or two about pain and how to patch human bodies up. I'm more skilled in taking them apart myself, but whatever gets our illustrious idiot leader ready for his inevitable rematch I guess…"

Maiko grimaced as she grabbed a large cut of Gentaro's, a thread in her mouth, "We could've seen Mako's dad, but...what's that?" He gave a flinch when she rammed a syringe into his arm.

Yanking it out once she had finished pushing down the injector she explained what it was while working on him, "This stuff is my own special brew, made up on recommendation from my uncle Gordon's private recipe. It'll deaden the feeling you have in your arm much like normal morphine, but it'll keep you functional and lucid enough to fight. Calls it his Monday after treatment."

In front of their impressed eyes, they got to see another side to their psychopathic neurosis inflicted trap mistress. That of a legitimately skilled if amateur doctor. She sewed the cut with a swift motion, suturing it and biting the thread clean in half once she was finished. She rubbed disinfectant over the cut, and slapped a bandage over it. Completing his medical treatment in record time.

"Huh, not bad..." Gentaro commented, rolling around his arm.

Sniffing and rubbing her red eyes from the sting of the chemicals, she caught Omiko staring at her in contemplation, "Can I help you shark-teeth? Or is there something on my face?" she asked snidely.

The Ex-Tennis Club captain grimaced sharply before looking to the side, "I'm sorry. I always talk shit to you, second-guess you, and treat you like shit. You're not the traitorous wretch I thought you are, at least to Gentaro, you're alright I guess…."

Maiko rose up, stashing her supplies into her blouse somehow, her glasses hid her eyes briefly while her lips quirked into a huge grin, "I'm sorry. Repeat that again please. I'm hard of hearing you see." Maiko said, requesting that with a sly look.

The audacity of her request only made Omiko's face slowly redden from anger, "You little glasses wearing sneak…!" she snarled.

Maiko chuckled and shook her head in amusement so they didn't see her blush or small smile, "Just teasing, sharky. I appreciate your gratitude. I owe a lot to Gentaro, and I know you lot don't trust me half the time. So I appreciate it when you show me some thanks." She said, adjusting her glasses and looking away from the group.

Gentaro clapped a hand onto her shoulder, gripping it kindly, "Maiko-chan! You're a member of our club no matter what, and I'm proud to call you one of my best buds! So whenever you need me to say it, I'll say it for everyone! Thank you for being our friend!"

She turned around, her glasses showing her genuinely happy red eyes for a split second before she took them off, wiping something from her eyes quickly.

"Just remember Gentaro, you're going to help me take over the world one day! So I'll remember how much you owe me with interest, got it? Don't forget the debts you're building up while I help you all out." despite her words, her grin showed off that she was truly grateful for his appreciation and being a member of the club. She snapped her fingers, nodding at something before she turned to Omiko with a nod, "Speaking of that, here Sharky. While the crazed Nudist was pummeling our powerhouse trio, I finished the MLF 05, accelerated its progress while nicking some supplies from the Sewing and Science clubs. Name it whatever you like."

She withdrew something from her blouse, and handed it off to Omiko. The Ex-Tennis Club Captain held it out in her hands with a quizzical expression. The object in question was a small metallic tube, with glowing red lights going down its circumference, and a bright blue handle, its shiny silver polish was quite impressive although when she swung it nothing happened.

"Uh. What's it do? Allow me to jerk it off?" Omiko asked Maiko snidely.

The trap mistress and inventor whispered in irritation, "Tsunderes, if they don't have a mallet they don't know what to do… Okay. Remember how you broke your last one? Concentrate, and channel Cosmic Energy through your body."

"Can you explain it in layman's terms?" the tennis star asked irately.

"How am I supposed to make it simpler!? Do you know how hard it is to research that pure source of energy!?" Maiko snapped, "Even that Kengo guy has trouble at times, and he's the genius on the field! Give me my old supercomputer, and I'd be set to make your gorilla brain grow!"

"Why you...!" Omiko was ready to pummel the trap maniac.

"How about we focus on the good news?" JK asked as he arrived, "So, think you can hear little old me?" he sat beside Gentaro, pulling out his phone, "Last time he was seen, our new Rider was out on the mainland. He seems to have been aiming to a city famous for its crab paste." He grinned as he continued, "And if he's going there, you can bet Satsuki-san will be interested."

"Your point?" Takaharu asked more out of curiosity than anything.

"Doesn't it intrigue you she has a lead on him but doesn't follow through? Isn't she the methodical type?" he aimed a finger at the Riders and Kamui user, "If you ask me, despite sending some of her best captains, she didn't do much but leave you guys to fend for yourselves."

"You mean the bitch was watching us like some lab rats in a maze?" the red-locked girl growled.

"Bets are off with that lady, but I wouldn't put it past her." The dye-haired boy shrugged, "Frankly, I am more worried about that Grand Couturier." He frowned at that, "Mystery upon mystery with that one. Apparently, she works for the biggest fashion company out there. Guess who has had her goons research that little one's doings around here."

"Satsuki?" Maiko asked, cross-armed.

"Bingo. If she has her attention on that one rather than a new Rider, we – and by that I mean yours truly – have to look at it." He waved as he said that, "Wish me luck."

Maiko adjusted her glasses slowly, her expression one of serious contemplation, "Are we really going to let him go poking about the business of Revocs LLC? I'd rather not see him get himself killed by that psychopathic blonde bitch in pink. She's a piece of work and then some. Ideally I'd never let him go near that place without all of us…"

Gentaro frowned for a few moments, naturally it didn't stay long as he gained a huge grin, "I trust JK, despite his attitude he has improved. I know he'll be fine! Trust in the JK that trusts in us!"

Scratching the back of her head, Ryūko looked slightly concerned herself, "I hate to be the one to agree with Maiko of all people, but yeah that little blonde freak made a mockery of all of us, and stole Gentaro's belt. Do you really think he can handle it Gentaro?"

"He's sneaky and resourceful enough. And after his encounter with Satsuki I bet he's prepared for any new trap he could encounter."

Unsure whether to take his word or not, the others decided to hope for the best and prepare for a worst-case scenario.

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"Shit..." Tsumugu growled as he drove forward, "Despite the new belt, those kids really gave me a hard time. So, that's what Riders with some seasoning are like, huh?"

"Told you not to overdo it." He heard his partner's voice on an ear-piece.

"Just get the lab ready for me, we need to make adjustments."

"Man, man, pushing yourself and that little trinket forward will burn both of you out. We did not make it in one night. Kamen Rider technology is a whole other thing. Replicating it is hard enough."

"Don't care..." the man growled as he passed by empty streets, lightning a cigarette without much of a buttock to give, "If this toy's not capable of utterly annihilating those punks, it will be useless for the big targets."

"Being uptight won't do you any good. Relax for once while we do what we can. Take care. Over."

Tsumugu watched the setting sun as he parked next to an abandoned warehouse at a pier, taking a long drag of his cancer stick as a panel on the floor opened, revealing an elevator that took him into the city's depths.

"Relax, huh?" he asked while looking as the smoke flew in the air, trying to each for the sky while the lift's gate shut itself, "Guess I could visit sis..." he took a deep breath, letting the burnt tobacco snuff out the fire inside him.

He drove off once more, heading towards an abandoned graveyard on the outskirts of Honnō City. He parked said bike by the entrance, squeezing his eyes shut as he thought of Aikuro's words from earlier. Relaxation, right? He could try it for a little bit. Only a little bit, he walked slowly purposefully to a grave with a single name upon it.

"Hey…sis." He greeted the silent marker, looking upon its surface with as tender a look as he could possibly manage on his harsh features and brushing aside some plants that had begun to grow on the grave's surface with a soft touch. "Been a while since we last talked, sorry for that. I was waylaid by that Satsuki girl for a little bit, and only recently got out of a cell she had personally set me inside."

He looked at the grave apologetically while taking a drag from his cigarette, "Thank Aikuro for that. Mad bastard broke me out and gave me something powerful." He tapped the belt on his waist with his other hand several times, "See this, sis? It's a Kamen Rider Belt." He gave the grave a weak grin, "I can finally avenge you. Crush those damn Life-Fibers, bring REVOCS down over its insane CEO's prismatic head, and grant humanity its freedom."

However, his only response was silence.

Silence that let him relive a moment in his mind. A sharp-eyed boy in a black high school uniform whose sibling was having a blast at karaoke. Said young woman was having the time of her life as a popular song echoed and the young man clapped, lacking a Mohawk to look more like a punk, but a band-aid on his cheek said he easily got in trouble.

The many punks beaten outside the street had the woman's high heels printed on their mangled bodies. Tsumugu chuckled, when he thought he'd be the one to defend her, she had been the one to save his hide when one of the troublemakers pulled a knife. Despite having high-heels, her kicks managed to give them bruised bones and swollen faces.

A bitter smile spread on his face, "I'll...be a man who you don't have to worry about anymore, sis."

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"What are you doing?"

Satsuki seriously asked that while her three remaining elites played poker. Ira looked focused like a man ready to face death, Nonon's eyes shifted from one side to the other, and Hōka narrowed his on his cards. It was Shirō, off to the side at the counter with a glass of lemonade, who replied.

"Everyone was arguing about who'd go next after Kisaragi or Matoi and are trying to debate with a game of cards." The blond took a sip from his drink with a swirly straw, "Winner chooses who they go after, the one with the second hand gets the other, and the worst hand gets to organize the field trip along me." he shrugged, "In short, they have their own agendas but still aim to aid you."

"I see. Then I'll have to hand it to them to choose such a non-violent way to settle differences rather than their usual shouting."

In those sadly very frequent occasions she'd have to end the arguing by means of a blinding aura, and once the peace was kept get a nice cup of tea and a warm bath. As much as she held the quartet – even if Sanageyama wasn't there – in high regards, they were a handful.

Like Shirō said, everyone had their agendas.

Hōka glared harder, 'I'm not letting these simpletons get in the way of me obtaining more data on specimens like those Riders or their tech.'

Nonon bared her teeth, 'Like I'd allow that moron of Kisaragi get close to Satsuki-chan! I'm her best friend for a reason, dammit!'

Ira furrowed his brow, 'I know Mankanshoku and her friends start the day with a high protein diet, but I need to make sure they eat healthier stuff... Hmm, I think this is a good hand... Should I...?'

"So, you ready to cry?" Nonon asked.

"I'd like to laugh now, but I'll save it for later." Hōka said as smug as usual.

"If so, then, is my hand any good?" Ira asked seriously, showing his cards.

A Royal Flush.

Satsuki closed her eyes tight while Shirō smacked his forehead. The other two remaining active elite students let their heads fall to the floor, their hands being utter crap. Ira was just confused. He was a grown man, but he had never played a game before.

"What? Have I lost? I assure you I did my best Satsuki-sama." The frog man said with concern. Looking at his hand and how he had won the entire pot made everyone sigh in exhaustion.

Nonon groaned unhappily, "Seriously what's with the stupidest people having the best luck?!"

Hōka rubbed his face, "This is ridiculous, the odds of getting a Royal Flush in a five-card stud are 0.000001539%, or 649,740-to-1 against."

Satsuki pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers, giving a soft sigh that Shirō picked up on as he put away the deck of cards. "A yen for your thoughts?" he asked her with an analytical tone, piling each card on top of another before grabbing the deck sleeve and putting them away, moments before he tossed it into a drawer and shut it with a metal clank.

"Nothing to concern yourself with Shirō, it is merely an annoyance that troubles me." She confessed.

He gave her a nod, "With Uzu leaving, you no doubt have a lot to worry about now."

"Not as much as you might imagine," she said with a slight smirk.

Shirō paused, raised an eyebrow and asked, "May we be privy to your plans Satsuki-sama?"

"Later, once they've had their chance to see what we may be up against." She referred to the ones before them.

Ira bowed respectfully as he walked past her, "If you'll excuse me, Satsuki-sama. I shall work extra hours to make up for my time lost."

"No need, I know what to expect of you, and regardless of the result I can't see disappointment." A small smile graced the human monument at her words.

"Thank you, Satsuki-sama." He opened a window, stepping on the edge, "I shall not fail, expect my own head on a platter if I ever falter! Wahahahaha!"

And as he laughed maniacally mid-fall, Nonon closed the window, "Why does he always laugh when doing that?"

"Perhaps it helps him relax." The dog-themed elite said while pulling out his flask. A quick swig later and he was wiping his mouth calmly. "I feel that he and Kisaragi will no doubt come to blows sooner rather than later," he commented to Satsuki, who closed her eyes in thought.

They snapped open after a few moments of quiet contemplation, "Come what may, I know Ira will remain loyal to my vision. Regardless of his friendship, however feeble, to Gentaro Kisaragi."

Shirō frowned slightly, he was starting to doubt himself if Uzu and soon he imagined Ira were truly going to betray Gentaro as easily as Satsuki believed they would. He knew better to voice such opinions and doubts however.

"It shall be as you say Satsuki-sama."

The way her lips didn't quirk into their usual cold smirk indicated that she had her own doubts about what was to come in the future. They merely remained in that impenetrable frown, not a single sign of her feelings showing on her face.

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"GO!" Omiko threw her hand forward, her newly obtained weapon seeming to do nothing. She held it out for a few moments before, "DAMMIT!" She angrily stomped her foot and glared at the motionless rod in her hand. She had yet to name the thing properly, it seemed. She was still thinking on it, dammit!

Maiko gave her a long yawn, bored, while she worked on a new device in her lap, placing parts together and wiring various mechanical gadgets together with a precise tone, "You need to channel your Cosmic Energy forward and use it to empower yourself." She explained tiredly.

Omiko whirled about furiously, "And how the hell am I supposed to do that, psychopathic bitch!?"

Gentaro was playing rock paper scissors with Ryūko before he noticed his friends arguing. It in turn set him up to lose the tiebreaker when the red-locked girl beat his absentminded rock with paper.

"HAH! I WIN!" She crowed with a huge grin.

Gentaro realized he lost and grinned massively, "Hey! You're pretty good Ryūko-chan, wanna go for a last round?"

She swiped her nose with her thumb smugly, "Maybe after you help sharky over there figure out what to do."

"Right! Hup!" he got up from where they had been sitting, his hand extended to help her up next. She took it and gave him a lazy stare as he got to helping Omiko.

Instructing her on how to channel Cosmic Energy wasn't easy when he didn't know how he did it himself. So, he just went with his gut, and instructed Omiko to use her emotions. Her pride as a Tennis player, her joy at being friends with them, her anger towards those who hurt her and her friends.

The emotions that made her heart swell with power would help her focus her Cosmic Energy.

What he told her did help indeed, as inch by inch her weapon started to feel much more natural in her hands as she used it.

"I think I've got it, thanks G-Gentaro." She stammered at his name, suddenly looking to the side and refusing to stare at him further, a blush had overtaken her face it seemed. Might've been because he had held her hand in excitement when she finally gained an aura of energy coating her body.

"Any time Omiko-chan! Just ask me for more help if you need it!" he said with a pleased tone, rejoining the red-locked girl who was scratching her neck with a yawn.

Senketsu made idle commentary to his wielder, "Ryūko, is it really a victory if you beat him when he wasn't paying proper attention to the game at hand?"

"Oh shut it Senketsu! I still won, that's all that matters!" she got used to ignoring his commentary.

He chuckled at her in response, "Really now? I guess that makes sense then. Your brand of logic is one unique all to you Ryūko."

She snapped back, her eyebrow twitching rapidly, "What's that supposed to mean, huh!?"

An incoming call brought their attention to Burgermeal, the Foodroid making an image appear.

"Yo!" JK cheered on the other end.

Maiko huffed, pulling her eyes off her contraption, "Finally, have you gathered any useful intel?"

"Turns out I've got some taste to make me interesting for the world of fashion. Knowing trends pays off." The dye-haired boy said with a nod. "Seems our little blonde friend's has her fingers in a lot of pies. Figurative pies, Gentaro-kun, Mako-chan." He added before the two could make a comment about ruining food.

"What have you found about that annoying pain in the ass?" Ryūko asked.

"Fashionistas always look for whatever new thing is going on and is hot, but they're living beings, thus they have a pattern. One I followed." He turned serious for a moment, "Sad to say, I must keep my distance, but there's this trendy Japanese girl who follows her around. She's been going to Paris a lot. It could be quite tricky, but I'll see if I can dig deeper into it."

"Anything else?" Maiko asked, knowing he had more.

"Just a hunch, a bad one." The dancer sighed tiredly, closing his eyes with a weak smile, "Gentaro, you owe me for this. If I end up dying, I'm making Tomoko bring me back to life so I can haunt you."

"W-Wait, no ghosts, please!" the Rider cried, but the faux blond ended the call with a gleeful chuckle.

And thus, he looked at the Grand Couturier making her way through the streets, "Either she hasn't seen me or sees me as an amusing bug. The things I do for sticking around idiots..." he said both as a cynic and one of Gentaro's friends, "Better make myself useful, though."

He swallowed when he noticed that Harime had turned her head, staring straight at him with her cheerful blue eye. She tilted her head slowly, raising a single manicured finger to her lips with a cheerful smile. Her eye closed into a happy little U before she turned around and happily hummed. JK sweated bullets as he watched the cheerful young woman hop, jump, and skip away.

"Jeez, way to make a guy feel even more worthless than usual, why don't you?" he said, rubbing the back of his head with a grimace.

She tittered before skipping off again. JK tried to follow her. Nui deftly begun moving into a milling crowd, disappearing among the many faceless people which made JK stop.

He stared at the moving throngs of people with a groan, "Great… Just, great."

No rest for the wicked he guessed, and he was very wicked. Thus, he would never any rest as long as he was Gentaro's bud. He didn't mind though, it kept things interesting for him.

In the end, the dancer and info broker resolved to sit back at a café, get a cup of coffee, and watch people until he saw where Harime Nui had gone. Scanning the crowd while holding his latte, he dipped a Danish into it while reading the newspaper. A section about the mysterious disappearance of one of Osaka's biggest financial heirs caused him to narrow his eyes at what he saw there.

"Someone got busy…and that disappearance happened pretty recently too from the looks of it..."

He put down his cup of coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste for half a moment. He sighed and poured in exactly three spoons full of sugar, no more, no less.

"Now I'm a gambling man, and I do like myself a good wager. My uncle Kaiji said that after falling into the deepest despair, when you crawl out by your own hands, to do so under your own power feels like the greatest victory in all the world. So~! I bet dollars to donuts, that whatever happened to this Takeroda Kaneo was related to someone related to Satsuki nabbing him."

He got up and tossed down some money. As JK walked away from the café and finished the Danish he had gotten along with his café, licking his fingers clean, he crowd-watched for a few moments before sighing.

"Guess she's gone…" he walked off, unaware of a newspaper being set down. "Still, that guy has at least some connection to Satsuki, he's definitely as big a powerhouse as she is in Osaka. However, I must wonder if there could be more... Eh, I guess I'll see."

Harime Nui smiled with her eye closed, "Aw…Guess he's not as good as he thought he was~! Oh well~! I've got places to be, people to meet, and things to sew~!"

She walked off happily humming to herself, her umbrella held behind her back. As she did, she hummed a rather terrifying and ominous song, clicking her heels three times before disappearing in a flash.

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"KISAAARAGIIIIIIIIIIII!" A tornado of noise made Gentaro's pompadour shake rapidly, his grin never fading while Gamagōri towered above him. "Are you aware of what you're asking me?!" he turned a baleful eye to Uzu.

Said Kanto boy shrugged weakly, "I wasn't the one who said to do this. He decided it himself. So don't glare at me."

"You want to befriend me!? Have me betray Satsuki-sama, and become one of your friends!" he asked, furiously stating that obvious observation.

Gentaro's mouth widened into a Cheshire grin, his head nodding up and down in a manner rapidly, "Of course to the first part, but I'd never want you to break Satsuki-chan's heart!"

Gamagōri shrunk down to a more manageable size, still bigger than him but not absolutely dwarfing Gentaro. He crossed each of his huge arms, giving the Rider a stern glare.

"I refuse! I will not be drawn into your little circle of formerly respectable Captains and hooligans!"

"Mako-chan's included in the former group, right?" The Rider pleasantly asked him.

Ira gave him a rapid nod, "CORRECT! DESPITE HER COWARDLY NATURE, PATHETIC LACK OF EFFORT AND ALL-AROUND SHAMEFUL DISRESPECT OF HERSELF AND HER BETTERS, SHE WAS STILL ONE OF SATSUKI-SAMA'S CHOSEN FOR WHAT FEW MERITS SHE EARNED!"

"Twist the knife more, why don't you?" the trap mistress grumbled under her breath.

He ignored her snide comment, his arms crossed with a gigantic glare down at Gentaro who crossed his arms right back, giving the Disciplinary Committee head his own adamant grin.

"What manner of challenge do you think I will accept from you Kisaragi!? I shall not be engaged in any underhanded schemes or games that will besmirch the trust and honor which Satsuki-sama has granted me!" Came his booming reply.

The giant man glaring down at Gentaro who in response gave him an even bigger grin, "Ryūko-chan!" she walked out from behind her best friend, swiping her thumb across her nose with a cocky grin.

"I challenge you to a race, tiny."

All was silent for a few transient seconds.

Gamagōri calculated this response with a stern glare, "Do you have a license?"

The drifter whipped out her wallet, opening it up and showing off revealing her motorcycle license permit. Said wallet was colored a bright red with a black tint to it, something that Gentaro noted privately made him think of Senketsu.

"Read 'em and weep! I'm licensed to drive a motorcycle!" The red-locked girl said smugly.

Ira stared down at her before he gave off a small nod, "Very well! I will accept your challenge to a race! But I warn you, I won't go easy on you!"

"HOOOOLLLLLLDDDDD UP!" Mako popped out from behind Gentaro next. The Rider of Friendship grinned brightly as she looked at Ryūko then at Gamagōri, "It won't be a good or exciting race if it's just the two of you! We need other competitors, right!?"

The giant man rose a finger and placed a hand on his chin, thinking over the question, "Once again your logic astounds me with its simplicity yet its understandable reasoning! VERY WELL! I will gather forth all available participants! The first ever Honnōji Grand Prix!"

A shining light blanketed the classroom, Satsuki looking down on them coldly as she entered the room atop her red carpet, stepping off it carefully revealing it to be carried by a mass of students.

"A Grand Prix, you say? Do you wish for me to compete as well?" the way her expression didn't change made it hard for anyone to realize she had made a slight joke.

"Nope! You can be the referee though Sat-chan!" Gentaro told her, to which she raised a single heavy eyebrow.

"A referee? You'd trust me to be impartial towards one of my own commanders even if he lost?" she asked, trying to understand how Gentaro thought even if he was the most insane person she had ever had the (mis)fortune of meeting.

"Yup," he nodded with no hesitation, "after all, your rules are strict but fair. Cruel but still fair. If an average Joe tries and earns their place, you accept it, don't you?"

"You have a high opinion of me Gentaro-san." She said with a pleased look before her features hardened into their usual stern expression, "Very well. I shall referee your race. I am impartial regardless of who wins or loses."

"Thanks!" the Rider chirped with a friendly wave, a hand on his hip and the most innocent smile.

Satsuki spun around dramatically, her heels clicking before she turned about slightly, "Gamagōri?" she asked.

The giant man replied quickly, "Yes Satsuki-sama?"

"Don't disappoint me. Gather as many opponents as you can. I want to see you surpass them." She said, walking off.

Her loyal shield knelt on one knee, his arm held over his chest in subservience, "Of course, Satsuki-sama."

Gentaro grinned even more, looking pleased by this turn of events. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Ryūko flashed him a smirk, the two nodding at each other while Ryusei sighed behind them. He'd have to involve himself in this race, he realized.

"Why us?" he muttered.

Tomoko popped up behind him with an eerie laugh, "Kekeke…because as my good friend Sucy-chan always says, because the most interesting things happen to the unluckiest people."

"…That doesn't fill me with confidence Tomoko," he said, pulling a face of frustration, "Not in the slightest bit actually."

"Alright!" Ira's voice boomed as he stared at everyone, "Matoi, Kisaragi and you..." he locked eyes with Ryusei, who to his credit didn't falter, "...make four with me. However, this cannot be called the First Grand Prix of this academy unless more racers are included!"

"What about friends, senpai?" Mako asked innocently, hand raised.

"It'd be unfair considering it'd be all of you against one of me!" he shouted back.

"Don't you have friends?" the chipmunk asked with genuine concern.

The colossus of a man looked away, cheeks flushed, "I AM ADMITTEDLY SOCIALLY AWKWARD!" his voice didn't fit the embarrassed picture he was.

"No good!" Mako puffed her cheeks as she hummed in deep thought, "Mako can't let a friend alone, especially since she's finally got the best of all of the friends she could ever imagine!"

Ira felt touched, but focused his face to remain stoic, "Mankanshoku, don't." he said firmer than his usual speeches, yet had some levity to his tone, "I appreciate the sentiment, but this man before you is not going to let you worry! If I let my weaknesses defeat me, I am unworthy of being the shield I promised to be not only for Satsuki-sama, but this school!"

"So, who're you getting?" she asked cutely with a tilt of her head.

"I shall...CALL FORTH THE CLUB CAPTAINS YOU HAVE DEFEATED ALREADY, SO AS TO NOT DISHONOR SATSUKI-SAMA ANY FURTHER!"

Ryūko turned off to the side, "Lame..." she groaned, eyes half-lidded in shame. Fighting guys they had already befriended brought a feeling of ashes into her mouth. Then her eyes opened wide at a thought she had.

"Wait, I can fight that bitch Eisei again!?" her face gained a huge blood-thirsty grin, "Now that's more like it!"

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Day of the Race

"OH YEAHHHHH! Little dude! You're racin' too!?" Tansha Kenage's typically loud, vibrant, and eye-gouging over the top appearance heralded a gigantic beefy arm grabbing Gentaro into a back-breaking hug.

Naturally for the Rider of Friendship, he was more than happy to hug back. "Sure am! I gotta take Machine for a spin to keep it smooth like silk!" The gigantic former captain of the Motorcycle Club tossed Gentaro up, catching him into another hug before setting him down with a smile that was larger than life.

"It's been ages little dude! You kickin' ass and takin' names still?!"

"Yep! I've even befriended Uzu! Soon, I'll do the same to Gamagōri! One by one, I'll befriend all of the Elite Four before I befriend the Champion, oh wait! I mean Sat-chan!" he replied, bumping fists with his friend eagerly.

A snide laugh made the duo turn their heads, Karai Demidov spun a kunai around one nimble finger, before tossing it up and catching it blade first between her fingers, "I see that you're not content to sit around without making everyone around you follow the beat in your heart Kisaragi-kun." She said the last part with a certain level of mocking affection, "I owe you and your Neo Kamen Rider Club for the treatment you handed my subordinates in the Magical Girl Insurrection. Sadly, I'm not once for racing. So I'll let my former comrades handle you."

"Is that what they're calling me kicking the crap out of Hikari?" Omiko asked, her voice made Karai turn to her. The former head of the Tennis club spun a ball on her own finger, tossed it up, and then caught it in one hand, her blue eyes glinting through her coke bottle glasses.

"That'd be correct Omiko-san. I see you're doing well for yourself in your new club." Karai's tone of slight sarcasm had Omiko curl her lip in distaste.

"Drop the sarcastic act, sister, your sardonic serpent act is getting a bit annoying."

"Alliteration, really?" Karai asked her dryly.

Omiko shrugged in response to her query, "I have an English literature class that I'm supposed to be doing, sue me I get into that stuff."

"English Literature, hm? I prefer the Russian Classics myself, even though they're quite a bit long-winded, but I'm digressing and my sister would get…hissy at me if I didn't get to the point." She said, seeming to find a particular humor in using the word hissy.

Omiko stared at her dryly, "You mean Cassandra Demidov, the Captain of the Snake Appreciation Club."

"Serpent Caretaking Club, and yes. Her." Karai said, her kunai now pointed at the blonde who intercepted it with her own tennis racket, an aura overtaking her.

Cosmic energy flowed from Omiko and made the silver rod like device in her hand open. Section by section until it extended far past Karai's shoulder, with a daft flick of the wrist, the end segment spun open. Blossoming like a metal flower, the racket connected yellow energy lines through each spiked end, eight in all, until it had fully formed into a magnificent laser-net. Swinging her weapon over the shoulder, Omiko slammed both feet down, taking a pose that could only be described as a martial arts bo staff kata. Spinning it about in both hands, the air thrummed with force and light until she slammed it down in front of her, Karai had long since flipped back, a trio of kunai being deflected and sliced apart by Omiko swinging the Tennis Racket up net first.

"How's a taste of my new racket made by a complete lunatic and textbook sociopath!?" Omiko's laughter echoed through the school, "I bring you Hell's Gate Racket! I call it that because only those who see it will abandon hope!"

"Not a bad name." Karai said and spun her knives into an inverted hold, the icepick grip.

Before they could fight, a certain astronaut landed in her jetpack, "Matoi!" yelled none other than the giant pink biker's girlfriend, her tiny sister perched on her back. "Your skanky ass is mine!"

"Yo, Eisei, want a little reminder of who's the toughest bitch here?" the red-locked girl glared at the space enthusiast, the third biggest she had ever met after Gentaro and Yuuki.

"Hi!" the tiny one on her back chirped, Suzi was quite energetic and pleased to be here, "Eisei was bored and wanted to play!" she seemed so used to her sister's pouty mouth that she interpreted it in a pure way.

"Do you think Mako and you have got rivals for this, Maiko-chan?" Mako asked innocently to the cowardly neurotic of the group.

"Would you want them to begin with?" Maiko asked, her red eyes showing dread in such concept, "Besides, who could ever compare to a genius like me and a... surprisingly sturdy underachiever?" If one were to ask what a compliment from Maiko sounded, that was their answer.

"That'd be me!" roared none other than Ira in his normal voice. Every firm sentence from him was an earthquake, "Mankanshoku, Ōgure, you two have proven such shameful displays of what a true student should be in the most illogical way possible!"

"Eh?" both replied in unison, eyebrows quirked in utter confusion.

"Ōgure, your use of such vile, cowardly, underhanded and shameful methods should be mocked as well as shunned by everyone!" he started, "And Mankanshoku, not only are you an underachiever, but you take pride on your social life over your own academics!" he aimed his finger after growing to the size of a house, "AND YET, YOU REMAIN HERE, STRONG, DEFIANT, AND NONCHALANT IN THE FACE OF EXPULSION BECAUSE OF YOUR SKILLS AND PASSION! THAT I CAN RESPECT! AND IT IS FOR THAT REASON YOU SHALL BE THE RIVALS OF THIS IRA-"

"Senpai, let's just have fun!" Mako cut him off with a determined but utterly adorable competitive smile, "This Mankanshoku hears you, but she listens to your heart saying you want to give it your all for more than beating Gen-chan! And you know Mako's Gen-chan's friend, so she would never let you win easily!" she put her hand to her heart, "BUT! Mankanshoku Mako wants to enjoy this race with her friends and someone who could be her new best friend, so put your heart into it!"

Ira's eyes were shadowed under the eclipse his head caused by covering the sun, ominously they lit up with the fires of Hell as he outstretched a hand to Mako.

"WELL SAID!" he shook hands with her, though she had to grab his index finger to do so.

Maiko stared dully, "Bunch of weirdoes..."

As everyone got ready and into their vehicles, some recognized a few faces as they did so.

"Oh, Ikki and... Dina, right?" Sanageyama asked upon recognizing the raccoon-like boxer and his girlfriend.

"Yup, orders are orders and the big guy said we'd get a chance to beat you." The skinny boy told his senpai with a cocky grin and his older but tinier girlfriend on his shoulders, "Ain't that right, babe?" Dina nodded, happily holding her boyfriend's head.

Takaharu grinned back, "Always competitive, I knew I let you in for a reason. Alright, let's do this like men." He stretched a fist, which Ikki bumped his into.

"Heh, first place or nothing, boys." Sanageyama said as he and Takaharu went to get their own vehicle.

Ryūko rubbed her nose, giving Gentaro a wide grin as the pompadour-clad rider looked excited by the proceeding gathering, many of their former enemies and current allies were gathering together, their vehicles being made ready.

"Something on your mind Ryūko-chan?" Gentaro asked her.

She held out her hand and without a word he tossed her the keys to the Machine Massigler, "Yeah, I'm driving. So, get in the side car and let's have one helluva time."

"You're pretty excited too, right Ryūko-chan?" His grin only grew as she got on the bike, pulling out a bike helmet and putting it on, she stepped into a black and red body suit.

Senketsu wasn't happy about it, "Ryūko, please. You know how I feel about other clothes…Even if you're putting them over me, I don't like you wearing them." She didn't let his words put a damper on her spirits, zipping up the suit while Gentaro gave her a wide grin as he got into the sidecar, his belt being wrapped around his waist.

"Let's…Henshin! Hm…No, it doesn't have the same feel, sorry!" Gentaro said and paused, frowning.

"You got that from a Rider buddy?" She asked him as she flipped down the visor, revving up the bike while her fingers itched to accelerate.

"Yep! Kamen Rider Mach! He's Drive's friend!"

"Drive? Mach?" She asked him, both interested and disinterested at the same time, par for the course when she didn't personally know his friends.

"Yeah! Mach is off in America, while Drive's a police officer! Tanimura-san said he was an incredible hero and an excellent cop."

"The Parasite of Kamurocho complimenting someone, huh? That's pretty cool, you gotta introduce us at some point." She acknowledged, anticipating that meeting.

Her interest was caught fully, Gentaro noticed everyone pulling up around them. Omiko was at the starting line, her racing suit on and her glasses moved up to wrap around her forehead.

"Alright you pissants, you all ready to race?!" Omiko had a microphone clutched in one fist, her veins bulging due to irritation at being in the rather form fitting get-upon once again. She pulled down her glasses, lifting one hand up with a flag in it.

"Ready Omiko-chan!" Gentaro gave her a thumb up, the Fourze belt slung around his waist. He was in the middle of performing his Henshin pose, a hand clutching the handle while he raised his other hand in the air.

"Don't cry when we beat ya! HEHEH!" Kazama Ikki sneered at him, sitting in his own bike with Dina Saori hugging him from behind. He flipped his motorcycle visor down, giving a glare at Tansha Kenage who crossed his arms atop his gigantic Harley Davidson. Behind him, the defunct but still loyal and adoring members of the Motorcycle Club held up a great war-banner that when unfurled fully showed off his and Fourze's heads.

"BIG BRO! GENTARO-ANIKI!" They roared.

Eisei quietly facepalmed with a snarl of, "God damn freakin' morons!" She none the less glared as she revved up an Authentic Space Buggy, her helmet already on.

"Heh, looks like everyone's getting psyched…! I'll show you Gentaro-bro, I can race as well as I box!" Takaharu crossed his arms, Uzu and him sitting in their own matching pair of bikes.

"Hmph. All of you will fall before the power of my vehicle. I will show Satsuki-sama that I, Gamagōri Ira, will defeat you. Both of you delinquents will find that your power is as far beneath my own as the stars that overlook the Earth itself!" Ira pulled up next to Gentaro and Ryūko, giving them both a stern glare. Somehow even his car grew bigger and towered above the two of them.

Craning her neck up with one hand over her eyes, the spoke-eyed girl gave him a stare with narrowed eyes, "Sorry, I don't speak asshole. Can you put it in a way that doesn't sound like you've got your head stuffed up your rear?"

With bulging eyes and veins, Gamagōri opened his mouth to tear into her, but was thankfully stopped as Satsuki rose her arm up, Omiko nodded once. Putting one hand on her hip, her other lifted the flag up.

"Alright you jackasses, let's get this shit-show on the road! Ready everyone?!" She shouted and was answered by a wall of noise.

"Ready!"

"Okay!? THEN THREE!"

Gentaro flung his arm out, grinning as he pulled the lever, the belt announcing with Omiko, "TWO!"

"ONE!"

"Henshin!" Gentaro pulled the lever just as Omiko dropped the flag, the blast of smoke and energy heralding Ryūko rocketing forward and pulling ahead of the pack, Fourze shouting with her doing the same, "UCHU KITA!"

Their twin shouts pierced all the way to the furthest planets of the solar system, shooting all the way back to them from an aerial eye view! They were leading the group, with Gamagōri close behind them! But as he tried to catch on, he saw something on his peripheral vision, a waving figure with a massive smile of genuine cheer.

"Sorry, senpai, but Maiko-chan told Mako to do this." The chipmunk Mankanshoku girl, in a stolen van usually meant for One-Star students to avoid arriving late on the No-Late Day, pulled out the mother of all anchors in her arms. A testament that her being once a Club Captain wasn't because of her friends' fighting a lot.

"What're you doing warning that continent with legs!? Just give him the anchor!" Maiko cried at the wheel as Mako threw it.

Ira merely smirked as he caught it with one hand, lifting it over his head, "Hah! Foolish girls, I shall not be bested by such a cartoonish way of cheating! Now, prepare yourself to ace punishment for the crime of stealing one of the school's veh-" cutting off his sentence was the chain attached to the anchor when it tensed and pulled him and his car back, his face stoic when he realized his mistake, "I...shall stop thinking of those two as anything but resourceful."

He skidded to a stop, moments before his foot slammed onto the pedal and he hit the metal. Chasing after Ryūko and Fourze was going to be quite a task. His eyes became wild, furious and absolutely determined while his hands clenched the wheel hard enough to make his veins bulge.

"For the honor of Satsuki-sama and my pride as an Elite Four, I will not lose to either of you two! FOR I AM, IRA GAMAGŌRI!"

His roar heralded his car becoming massive, outright rolling over the other contestants as he chased down the Kamui Wielder and the Rider! Like a steam roller, he flattened the competition, who took about a few seconds to get back to normal and rejoin the race!

"Hey Gentaro, got anything to play dirty!?" Swerving to avoid a thrown brick from Kazama, Ryūko hit the gas and flew like a rocket over a ramp, skidding and turning a corner, sending up flames as she did.

Her Scissor-Blade swung out in a crescent arc and knocked aside a shell. "Wait, hold the fu-" She turned her head quickly, catching sight of Uzu and Takaharu holding turtle shells in both hands, "NO WAY! WHEN DID THEY-SHIT!" She spun out of control when a thrown shell smashed into the bike, making it spin out of control.

Fourze had his arms in the air like he didn't have a care, "This is awesome!" he shouted eagerly.

He got a clonk upside the helmet for not taking this seriously enough by Ryūko, "We're going to lose if you don't use that Suit of yours!"

"Got it Ryūko-chan! Let's do it as one!" He grabbed his belt, pulling out the Winch and Beat Switches, as he inserted them, the Belt sang melodically, "Winch On~! Beat On~!"

Her mouth grinned behind her helmet, the intense rush of excitement at defeating a strong opponent at the side of her best friend as a combined force brought a surge of power through her body. Closing her eyes, she shouted just as a red aura enveloped her body and the bike itself.

"Yeah as one Gentaro, we'll always do this for each other! Because!"

Senketsu finished her thoughts as the two synchronized at the thought of Gentaro and what being his best friend meant to them both, "He's our best friend! We can't lose as long as we're fighting alongside those we love and treasure as our buds!"

"Like a Dragon, Scarlet Spirit!" Super-powered by their combined auras, Machine Massigler regained all its speed in but an instant! A mighty boost that let it move faster than it ever had before created blue flames behind its exhaust port as it charged down its enemies!

Swinging his right leg out of the bike's side car, Fourze's right leg manifested a powerful looking red colored speaker set, before a blast of pure sound roared its way out of the sub-woofer like device! The sound waves that rippled out knocked aside the other racers, darting past them, the Machine Massiglier in the hands of Ryūko was hitting its max speed, catching up with Ira's car in record time.

Kamen Rider Fourze aimed his right hand out, before the Winch was launched at a pace that defied logic, glowing Cosmic energy wrapped around his body and hand, seeming to extend the range and power of the Winch far beyond its normal functions. Latching onto Ira's bumper, the giant man whirled his head around, just as Fourze tugged his arm back and Ryūko slapped the ground with the full force of her Scissor-blade.

Flipping the bike and sidecar in an arc, the Kamui wielder rocked her body forward hard, forcefully tilting the bike until it landed upright and in front of the car! She gave the flabbergasted Ira a two fingered salute, Fourze pumping the air with his fist while they moved into first place!

"BWAHAHA! NOT BAD, MATOI, KISARAGI!" Ira laughed like a madman, "However, this car, this one piece of machinery of mine has more than sentimental value to me! It is my tribute – NAY! MY FIRE BORN FROM THE ADMIRATION THIS IRA GAMAGŌRI HAD FOR OLD FASHIONED MOVIES!" pressing a button, Ira's car sprung upwards thanks to special springs under it.

Gentaro gasped and turned the Machine violently to the side, avoiding a painful reminder of how heavy Ira was, "Gah-what!? Where the Hell did you get that!?" the Kamui wielder asked.

"My father may work at a forge, but he is a big James Bond fan! We worked hard to repair this old car and make it into the machine it is today! Bwahahaha!" Ira's joy was as devilish as it was pure. A truly strange mixture.

"Heh, kinda like my gramps and I when it comes to bike!" Gentaro gave him a thumb up, Ira smirking back at the Rider.

"Ah yes, bonds between men sharing blood when tending to a fine machine. Kisaragi, I see you are a man of good values once again..." Ira started with some heartfelt peace, and then grinned wickedly, "However, you are STILL my enemy!" and pressed a button which caused blades to shoot out the sides of the wheels, making his car into a deadly modern colosseum chariot.

"What the shit!?" Ryūko exclaimed and quickly stabbed the ground, using her Scissor-Blade like a vault pole to propel herself and Gentaro away from Ira, "Oi, do you really need to do this for some shitty spy flick!?"

"Silence, do not insult the charismatic genius and silliness of the 007 films!" Ira roared out and gave chase to shred the bike and side-car. "Even Kisaragi should praise the fun factor of those old films!"

"I'm more of a comedy man myself..." Gentaro commented and pulled up his bike's front wheel to dodge the blades from Ira's car.

"INSOLENCE!" Ira shouted.

"Oh, that looks like fun!" Ikki exclaimed as he gave chase behind the Rider and avenger. "Yo, Dina, babe, you wanna ruin their fun?"

"Mind your business, asswipe!" the red-locked girl snarled. "Don't force her to get into your sick sense of fun!"

"Sorry, but it's kinda my job." Dina apologized with a weak smile and bumped into Machine Massigler from behind with her boyfriend cheering.

"Argh, at least try to have fun without harming others!" Gentaro cried in a panic as Ikki and Dina's actions made it hard to avoid Ira.

"Yeah, we can grab a bite after this." Ikki said with a beaming smile.

"Screw you!" Ryūko snapped, baring her teeth.

"Oi, oi, oi, oi! If anyone's getting Kisaragi, it's me!"

Not once did the drifter imagine she'd think the same thing Gentaro said then, "Thanks, Uzu!" the Rider exclaimed when the Monkey of Kanto and Takaharu bumped into Ikki's vehicle, the small boxer standing up with his fists ready.

"Yo, Kazama-kun, want a rematch!?" the gap-toothed boxer knew his taunt would keep Gentaro safe.

And it did, "You're on! Dina, babe, do you mind?"

"Nope, I'll cheer you on!" she said more cheerful than usual.

"HAVE AT YOU!" Takaharu put his fists up.

Kazama cracking his neck, "A Dudley fan. How disgusting. I'm more of a TJ Combo guy myself!" Their fists clashed, the two of them unloading a furious punch barrage that made the air vibrate. "COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON!"

Kazama shouted madly grinning while Takaharu let loose his own war cry, "BRING IT BRING IT BRING IT BRING IT!"

The two bikes smashed against each other, Uzu gritting his teeth just as Dina got serious herself. Each boxer kept each other in check with their fist barrages, the crashing of fists heralding a brand-new opponent moving past them!

"Gentaro-bro! Let's go buddy! All the way to the end!" Tansha Kenage challenged Kamen Rider Fourze, Eisei Kuki moving alongside him. She saw Ryūko and sparks flew between the two women.

A curve was coming up, and whoever made it past first would take the lead. The red-locked girl gripped her bike handles tightly, her eyes glowing a brilliant shade of blue, "Ready to go Fourze!?" She asked her best friend. The Rider gave her a thumbs up just as she skidded around the curve, just managing to avoid Tansha Kenage and Eisei Kuki's attempt to knock her out of the way! "I won't lose to anyone! Not as long as I've got you by my side!"

She leaped skyward, Fourze switching places with her, driving his bike as she clenched her fist tightly. A red aura enveloped her just as Ira shot around the curve, his car opening fire with a pair of twin machine-guns hidden in the headlights!

"You got this, Ryūko-chan!" he cheered his friend and revved up his bike.

"Let's ride, Senketsu!" She ripped off her suit, tossing it back to Fourze who crumpled it up and dropped it in the side-car, all without missing a single beat, "Of course Ryūko!"

Midair, Ryūko was already wearing Senketsu to his fullest. Her legs changed into a pair of jet turbine shaped leggings while her body seemed to gain a more streamlined appearance with a pair of massive jet wings on her back. Red energy danced entirely around her body before it erupted into an immense red fountain of energy that spilled over and covered the road, seeming to grease it up and making the other drivers panic and skid over the strange liquid.

"Like a Dragon, Scarlet Slick!" Whirling about rapidly until the air hummed with her speed, a wind storm was kicked up as the red-locked girl rammed into Ira's sheer fist, her scissor-blade clashing against the weight of his bulk and power, sparks flying up as she gave him a feral grin, "Doin' good froggy!?"

"HMPH! You won't best me in front of Satsuki-sama…SO EASILY!" His voice formed into a wave of force, blowing her back.

"Don't think we're backing down!" the red-locked girl exclaimed.

She righted herself with a flip, giving him a flash of her middle finger with a smirk her other hand extended as Fourze's Winch tugged her back. Grabbing his shoulder as he did hers, the two switched places again. Ryūko adjusted herself as she drove, her body positioned in such a way as to show off the sheer skimpiness of her thong and Senketsu. Fully synchronized at long last, her body was glowing red hot, twin cosmic energy auras erupting from her and Senketsu himself. It was a torrent of red and black energy that eagerly joined with Fourze's grey and purple.

"Impressive, but not enough!" Ira shouted as his body was enveloped in a yellow aura, his eyes burned a blazing amber, that same color rippling down and zapping the air with lightning currents! Ramming his car against their bikes, he made sparks fly while he and Ryūko locked glares. Using her Scissor Blade, the drifter tried to cut him, but the Three-Star lassoed her arms with his thorn whip, causing her to yelp while struggling to break free, "You two are...OUTRUN!" He cackled and with a single pull lifted both Rider and avenger, Ryūko's legs being grabbed by Fourze.

"Ryūko-chan, hang on!" he told her with his legs wrapped tightly around their vehicle.

"That's my line!" she half-snapped and cried from the pain and fear.

"Round and round you go towards your final destination, delinquents!" Ira shouted, spinning them around like his whip was a slingshot, ready to throw them off the track.

"I'm so glad everything goes here." Inumuta said, pulling out his flask for a quick drink.

"It certainly makes things less boring." Shirō told him, and then squinted his eyes, "Who's..."

"Drive faster, Maman's pet, this should be fun." Harime Nui had invaded the track, seated in one of REVOCS' fanciest limousines with Rei in a trendy white muffler at the wheel.

"You! Name and business!" Ira demanded, not once stopping his spinning of the two teens.

Rei adjusted her glasses and kept her mouth hidden with the muffler, "Just a passing by civilian and Kamen Rider fan." She said before pulling out a bucket of crabs, "I bring you a gift of seafood."

Nonchalantly, she threw the crustaceans, straight into Ira's groin. "…WEAK!" Uncaring of the agonizing pain his junk was under, Ira merely had his arms crossed and with a most magnificent thrust of his hips sent the crabs flying skywards. His victims were still spinning with the momentum.

Mako wiped some drool from her mouth briefly, blinking suddenly, "Ah! Gamagōri-senpai has steel-clad b-"

"BRASS I KNOW!" Maiko slapped her hand against her face, pulling it down with a rapid twitch, "Okay, so we've got that psychopathic Lolita and the head-secretary of Ragyō's whole operation… I bet she's watching this too." She craned her head up suspiciously, as if expecting to see a drone or two hovering above them.

Fourze's scarf floated in the breeze, seeming to enjoy the sensation of his Cosmic Energy spilling forward like a river. The woman in question indeed was watching this, but not from any mere drone. Rei adjusted the car's mirror, catching a glimpse of the CEO's smirk flashing at her from a hidden two-way view-screen.

Rei gave her a humble nod, turning the mirror to face Fourze who was thrown up by Ryūko's arm, the Rider pointed his Rader-clad arm at Ira, "Radar On, Missile on~!" Fourze clenched his fist, before he smashed it against his chest, his aura exploded and supercharged the missiles that flew out! All but doubling their size!

"Let us go already, asshat!" the red-locked girl snarled.

"RIDER ROCKET SUPER MISSILE BARRAGE!" The road was being hammered to shreds, every missile kicking up clouds, nay, storms of dust and debris! Ira grew several sizes, his fist pushing through the missiles even though they stung his flesh and body! Fourze kicked off Ryūko's thrown Scissor-blade, using the flat side of it to launch himself forward! With Magic Winch, he wrapped around Ira's fist, running down its length and then jumping as hard as he could!

"Weak, too WEAK!" Ira cackled.

"RIDER… RAPID WINCH STRIKE!" He pointed his Magic Winch clad arm at Ira, yanking the reel back only to use the momentum from the force to send the winch as hard as possible! Almost as if a rocket punch, it smashed into Ira's cheek! The impact of which made blood fly from his cheek!

"NOT…NEARLY…ENOUGH KAMEN RIDER FOURZE! I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO YOU IN FRIENDSHIP!" In his heart, Ira realized then that he had begun to truly respect Kamen Rider Fourze. He had come to admire the kindness and honor that Kisaragi Gentaro had. The love he felt for those he called his friends rivaled his own loyalty to Satsuki. The only reason he had not yet sworn friendship to the Rider, was because of that same loyalty.

"I'LL BEFRIEND YOU! JUST TO SPITE YOU! BECAUSE I WANT YOU AS MY BUD!" Fourze grinned as he let his winch pull him right back to Ryūko by using her scissor-blade, which had a long life-fiber string attached to it, reeling him right back like a fish on a line, he tagged out with her and took the wheel!

Flying forward, her heart sang with such rage and excitement, the red-locked girl couldn't help giving the most massive feral grin she had ever shown to anyone.

"Yeah! That's friggin' right! I'll befriend the shit out of you froggy! Don't underestimate-" Her words were shouted by the Rider she called her utmost best friend, "US DELINQUIENTS! 'COS WE'LL SHOW YOU WHAT FRIENDSHIP REALLY MEANS!" Satsuki's cup cracked, her blue eyes widening in complete shock. Fourze's readings had just spiked briefly.

"I-infinite potential…" Inumuta collapsed, drool pouring from his mouth and a loopy grin on his face, he was just one demented giggle from snapping like a twig.

Using the jets that she called her leggings, Ryūko swung the Scissor-blade in an arc, sending an immense crackling red wave that split the streets asunder! "AS A DRAGON, SCARLET SUPREME SCAR!" The ultimate evolution of her techniques.

As a Dragon meant to be a dragon in strength and spirit. Through maximum synchronization, Kamui and wearer wielded their true potential as a honed instrument. Suffused by Cosmic Energy and her own power, united by their combined feelings of friendship and more private affection respectively, Ryūko hit her maximum potential. And then broke past it!

"OUR FEELINGS ARE INFINITE!" Fourze shouted, the Kamui wielder shouting back as Ira swerved to avoid the raging red wave, "OUR STRENGTH IS PAST THAT!"

"IF THERE'S SOMEONE WE WANT TO BEFRIEND IN FRONT OF US!" They were finishing each other's sentences, such was the level of their connection, "THEN WE'LL BEFRIEND THEM WITHOUT MERCTY!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE EVIL!' Nui gave a little titter at that, "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE OUR RIVAL!" Satsuki narrowed her eyes a fraction, a smirk threatening to play across her lips.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE STRONGER THAN US!" Ragyō gained a disturbingly pleased smile, "WE'LL STILL MAKE YOU OUR FRIEND!"

"RIDER!" Fourze rocketed off his bike, one hand outstretched and being taken by his best friend, she smirked and held him dangling off one arm, her other pulling back with the Scissor-blade!

"KAMUI!" The two whirled around each other, forming a twin cyclone of grey, black, red, and purple Cosmic Energy that expanded until it transformed into a dragon!

In the eye of the hurricane, Fourze's lenses glowed orange, while Ryūko's eyes pulsed blue!

"AS A DRAGON, SCARLET-" Senketsu's voice was heard in the trinity! Even though only they could hear him, his presence signified that he was with them in his entirety!

"SUPREME FLYING DRILL ULTRA-BOMBER DOUBLE KICK!"

The hurricane was but a method to launch them. Both went flying, going super-sonic and impacting both of Ira's fists! Just as their vehicles crossed the finish line to make this the first lap, this being a three lap race, two streams of explosions went out and kept erupting in burst after burst of fireballs! Pushing against his fists that had now expanded to resemble the moon in size, Ryūko and Kamen Rider Fourze had one leg pointed forward, she was using her heel to emulate his drill spinning in a magnificent double Rider Kick!

"Here comes the loop, and they're still engaged in battle!" Shirō, announced.

"Useless, useless, useless!" Ira roared and punched as fast and hard as he could, blurs of speed made it look as if his arms had multiplied, "ABSOLUTELY USELESS!"

Gentaro would've flashed him a grin had he not his helmet on, "Useless is giving up without trying, even against absurdity, because a true man sets his limits by overcoming them!"

"Agreed!" Shouted Ryusei as he came from the other side on his own bike, "WATAH!" he let out a powerful kick which Ira blocked with one arm, the other taking all of Gentaro's and Ryūko's strikes, not once giving an inch.

"You won't break me! I AM UNYIELDING AS SATSUKI-SAMA'S SHIELD!" Ira's proclamation of pure, unshaking determination pushed all of them aside, rendering their combined attacks useless.

And Gentaro enjoyed himself, "What a guy! Heh, I am getting excited!"

"FOURZE! METEOR! MATOI! NEITHER OF YOU WILL BEAT ME!" Ira's roar heralded a wave of pure sound shooting out and destroying the road around him.

Flying back and onto their bikes, the trio resumed their race with Satsuki's shield! Gentaro and Meteor rode side by side to the gigantic man, coming up on another curve! Her eyes glowing blue, Ryūko could hear the beat of the road enter her mind.

"I can feel it, you too right Senketsu? It's like…the power of gravity!" She spun the wheel, causing sparks to fly as the Machine Massiglier glowed a burning red! All the cosmic energy flowing around them in streams of incandescent colorless light were creating flames! "Let's boost this fire up!" Her voice shouted, the bike creating a flame wheel to rip out! Explosions of light and heat heralded the wheel whirling uncontrollably, spinning like a disc thrown straight from the hand of Apollo!

"Impressive, let me try! That technique, I'll call it…! Boost…FIRE!" Ira roared! Whirling his own wheel as a second flame wheel erupted! This wheel clashed with the one in front of it, sending waves of heat and force that caused the air to detonate as if rockets were exploding all around them!

Meteor spun the wheel himself, giving a grin behind his mask, "Not bad…BOOST FIRE!" When he joined in, the three spinning vehicles slammed together, forming a trinity of burning light that caused Satsuki to shield her eyes briefly.

Smashing his head against his console, Inumuta was trying his damned best to make the voices stop.

"This Is, I, I can't believe that slacker piece of garbage is this strong!" Nonon's jaw had officially dropped to the floor, astonished to a point where she wrapped around and became calm again.

"I…may have underestimated Gentaro." The understatement of a century, Satsuki placed her broken cup onto her plate, and exhaled through her mouth after a brief inhale," He's truly and absolutely…a man of incomparable determination."

A smirk played across her lips, "This is now interesting. He's on his way towards befriending half my Elite Four. And then, he and Matoi only have to fight me."

Biting her lip so hard blood leaked down, Nonon stared at the light-show below them.

'I might befriend Kisaragi?! I might become his friend?! I can't! I won't! I'll never lose to that moron!' She shook her head, doing her best not to give into the strange mixture of feelings that were surging through her heart.

Back to the race, the top three racers were creating a moving ripple effect of force to boom around them, sonic waves popping out and destroying everything around them!

"HEY! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO NAME THAT! YOU JACKASSES RIPPED ME OFF! DAMMIT! BOOST FIRE!" Blinking for a split-second, Ryūko grit her teeth furiously ignoring Fourze's cheer behind her, she called the attack that Ira had stolen from her, spinning the wheel without mercy! All three were glowing red as they clashed together! Ira's car vs their twin bikes! From above, one could see all three forming an infinity symbol! Just then, they rushed forward towards the finish line! They were approaching lap number 2!

"Gentaro, take the wheel! I want to do this…! This one last move!" Holding out her gloved fist, Ryūko's arm shone a brilliant red!

"GOT IT RYŪKO-CHAN!" He was already taking her place, despite the constant spinning, the red-locked girl's body and heart were serene.

"This will decide everything! Frogg…no! Ira Gamagōri! TAKE THIS! ALL OF MY ANGER, MY HATRED, AND ALL OF MY DETERMINATION! AS A DRAGON, SCARLET SUPREME…!" She leaped off of the whirling bike at just the right moment! Jetting forward as if fired by a cannon, she surged towards Ira who took one hand off the wheel to drive his fist forward in a clash!

"YOU WON'T- WHAT!?" She skimmed over the surface of his fist, using her trademark technique as a feint!

Three streams of golden fire that one could see from space! An infinite storm of cosmic fire that spoke to the hot-blood raging in the souls of everyone who called themselves a racer! Across the world, as if sensing the heart and soul of their comrade, Kamen Riders of all shapes and sizes looked towards the distant Honnōji Academy.

And they gave their hopes and wishes, proud that one so young could have a heart so full of kindness and pride. As all true Kamen Rider's should! Her fist was glowing pure red as she got up in his face, her arm rearing back then crashing forward against his cheek with a burning glow about it.

"SYKE!" A wave of force rippled out, making the ground erupt into burning chunks! Each chunk then exploded further, imprinted all the way through with a burning red fist hole!

Clenching his teeth, Ira took the punch, the only sign of his damage being a bit of blood leaning down from his lips, "Not bad..."

Ryūko smirked, "Now you're making this fun."

"That's my line!" the frog spun the wheel violently, clashing against the Machine Massigler again.

As Ira swirled around, the other racers on the loop got closer, "Shit, hang tight, Takaharu!" Uzu told the short boxer and steered left and right, all the while Ikki and the former boxing captain traded a barrage of blows while Dina somehow managed to keep them close to the two Neo Kamen Rider Club members.

"Left, right, closer babe!" Ikki told her while throwing punches which Takaharu weaved and bobbed around with a large shit-eating grin.

"Too forward!" the gap-toothed pugilist exclaimed and delivered a solid uppercut, "If all you wanna do it throw punches, you're a walking target!" he said while leaning away from another, finally in a proper rhythm to slam his fists on his junior.

"I-Ikki-kun!" Dina cried in shock and slammed the breaks, the other two boys cheering, "I-I'm sorry I stopped, but..."

"It's fine...I had fun with you, babe." Ikki beamed and slumped on his seat, "So...wanna go for round two or do you wanna take a breather?"

"A break for you...and a chocolate milkshake." She smiled sheepishly, to which the older-looking but younger boy smiled at brightly.

Seeing that, Takaharu felt his eye twitch, "I...feel like I lost the match."

"Eh, plenty of fish in the sea, man." Uzu smirked and kept going, "Now let's give Ira a piece of our mind!" he floored it and darted forward.

Meanwhile, some were having trouble, "Ah, no, no, no! Maiko-chan, Mako needs some help!" the cries of Mako didn't help the current driver as the chipmunk ball of energy swung around her bat, a tactic which only amused Nui standing atop the limousine, using her umbrella to deflect all blows.

"You're shitting me, right!? Oi, you undersized Lolita, why don't you bother someone else with a lot more time on their hands!?" the neurotic trap mistress snapped like a gator.

"Muh, I was having fun, but okay." She sing-sang and threw her umbrella...right on the brake pedal. As Maiko and Mako screamed their heads up to a screeching halt, the faux-sweetly smiling girl gave them a wave, "Bye-bee, have a nice day!"

Mako and Maiko ended in a tangled mess on the driver's seat, Maiko's face had the steering wheel printed on it while Mako's rear was up in the air with her skirt barely hiding her fancy underwear, a pair she got from her mother when regular Japanese bra and panties became too small for her.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ow! That's it! NO MORE MS. NICE MAIKO ŌGURE!" the spectacled brunette smashed her fist against the horn, grinning psychotically before the bus transformed! Growing a pair of legs, its body stood up right before two gigantic metallic hands popped up of the sides!

Running forward, the transforming robot kicked the limousine flying sky high! Harime Nui gave a long weeing noise as she flew up, Rei crossing her arms and praying to whatever God she believed in that the event wouldn't happen a second time.

"I'm in my happy place. Everything's right in the world and I'm not falling three hundred feet in the air with the Grand Couturier." She smiled, imagining said happy place.

In that world, her village was still there, Ragyō was serving booze in a skimpy bikini to a happily smiling older Gentaro, and a smiling black-haired man was playing the piano. Wearing a colorful tie-dye shirt and jeans, he looked the picture of modest kindness and genuine joy at seeing her.

"Look Rei, I've got my emotions back! I can smile now!" he gave her a glittering grin, playing the piano while a belt laid over his shoulder.

"…yes. That's great E-" her eyes snapped open, her happy place dissolving into nothing just as the car hit the ground, her foot smashing onto the gas and making the limousine scream forward like a bat outta hell!

Nui cheered and waved her hands in the air, leaning forward with a happy grin, "Junko-chan was soooo right~! Participating in the heroes' struggles is so much more fun than sitting back and watching them from afar~! Hop on it Maman's pet!" she blew a kiss towards the mirror, Ragyō doing the same with a wide smirk.

They were chasing the trinity of Riders, as was everyone else! Eisei and Tansha shot past each other, the gigantic biker giving a whoop of excitement, "YEAAHHHHH! THIS IS THE LIFE! GENTARO-BRO! WAIT UP FOR ME! WE STILL NEED TO GET A REMATCH BRO!"

Eisei gave a sharp growl, shaking her head out in annoyance, "I owe that bitch Ryūko, don't you forget that you pink furred goon!"

"Love ya too baby!" his words made her face turn a heavy red.

"I-IDIOT!"

Omiko was checking her pocket watch, pushing her glasses down to read it while standing at the finish line, "Ngh, c'mon Gentaro, you've got a minute to win it." She muttered. A three lap race with only a minute for each lap. What an insane idea.

Was she biased towards Gentaro? Yes. Did she want Ira to win and thus Satsuki-sama to win? No. Because in the end, she had chosen the one who when she was cast down had offered his hand in warmth to her. She'd always by loyal to Satsuki-sama. But that loyalty had been trumped by her loyalty to her best friends.

"We're going in hot, Ryūko-chan! Give it everything you got!" Gentaro cheered out loud with a mad grin behind his helmet while he and Tansha got locked into a match of bumper cars, their vehicles bouncing against each other.

"THAT'S THE WAY TO SAY IT PROUD AND LOUD! GO AHEAD, BABY" Tansha laughed and pumped back a humongous fist second in size only to Ira's.

"Matoi!" Eisei roared as she held up a buzz-saw with a glare, a small chemical flamethrower attached to it in order to make the spinning blade burn red hot for that extra spice of danger.

"Bring it, you bitch!" the drifter smirked as her scissor-blade clashed with the burning buzz-saw, a rain of sparks flying and igniting the road.

"You think you're worthy of challenging Satsuki-sama!?" Eisei accused the red-locked girl, whose smirk widened to a full-on shit-eating grin.

"I don't think, I know! When we befriend the hell out of Ira, that'll be two down! Two to go before we get our rematch against the queen bitch!"

Using her arm to deflect Eisei's own, Ryūko used a quick one-two punch to knock her back via hitting her sternum. Steadying her buggy, the silver haired girl gave a loud scream just as a series of fireballs ripped out of her buggy's frame and attempted to immolate the duo!

Both Tansha and Gentaro weren't idle either, the former speaking excitedly, "Gentaro-bro! You've got the power and the spirit! Don't give up the ghost, man! You're a Kamen Rider, right!? That means you fight with justice and heart on your side!"

Tansha's immense fist moved forward with the full force of a runaway truck, meeting Fourze's own clenched glove in a fist bump of epic proportions! The entire world shook from the sheer force of their bro-fist. Pure Cosmic Energy exploded forward and formed an ever-increasing series of tremors and quakes on the ground below them!

With great eruptions of dirt, earth spikes shot out of the ground and forced the two bikers to swerve! Ryūko switched places with Fourze, kicking off of spike to spike as fast as she could. Her high heels dug into a spike before she spun into a ball with the Scissor Blade stuck below her like a saw blade!

"TRY THIS! AS A DRAGON, SCARLET SUPREME…SONIC SPIN!" With a revving noise that made Mako's ears twitch in anticipation, a great buzz-saw ripped through the massive spikes that kept trying to impale the Machine Massigler!

"Oh! Ryūko-chan just did an amazing reference! She did the classic Sonic spin-technique!" Mako clapped her hands to her chipmunk like cheeks, Maiko ignoring her with long practiced ease.

"GET A LOAD OF THIS YOU SKANKBUCKET! APOLLO INFERNO: FOURTH MOVEMENT!" Eisei charged up one hand, a fireball growing until she held above her head a single micro-sun!

With a heave, she sent that very same sun right at the spinning buzz-saw that had just kicked off of the ground and launched itself right towards her! In a motion not unlike a log being sawed in half, the red-locked girl erupted right through the sun, fire wrapped around her body as she seamlessly shifted right into Senketsu Shippu mode!

Using the force of the detonation behind her, she sent herself flying right at Eisei who responded with an erupting burning palm! Ryūko's own open hand colluded with hers, steam emitting from where their grips clashed with each other!

Both shouted at exactly the same time, bashing skulls together like a pair of butting rams, their eyes locked gazes with utmost fury burning through the other down to the bone, "GO TO HELL BITCH!" Whirling a leg around, Eisei surprised her hot-blooded rival by not just tanking the kick to the neck but punching her right in the ovaries!

"OOF!"

"GAGH!"

They spat out blood as EIsei's head was jerked back while the kamui wielder was sent spiraling back until she righted herself in mid-air!

"Not bad. Not bad at all!" Wiping her blood from the corner of her lips, Ryūko licked it off her hand, flashing a bloody smile right at Eisei who answered her back with a similarly blood-stained smirk. The sound of an engine sputtering made their faces fall, with a two-fingered salute that had surprising amounts of respect from the drifter to her enemy, Ryūko blasted forward to rejoin Fourze on their bike.

"That's how you have to do it, you stupid sow. If you don't give it your all, you'll never beat Satsuki-sama or find out who killed your dad!" Eisei's buggy skid to a halt, steam pouring from its engine as the silver headed girl let her head drop, Suzi giving her a pat on the back. They had blown out their engine a good few hundred yards ago, but her will to continue fighting her rival had kept her in the game.

"Tansha, you ass. You better not lose as badly as I did. Heh…she's come a long way…" Eisei sighed, hitting the pressure on her suit. She let her girls get some air, thankful that she had on a sports bra this time. She pulled out the kind of water packet that astronauts used to get water, inserting a straw into it. Eisei then took a few sips, watching the show from where she was.

"Having this battle with you is all that I can ever ask for as a man Gentaro-bro!" The two bros' in all but blood were smashing their bikes together as they once had, only this time, they were going at it with far more speed!

Transcending the very notion of looking at the road with their eyes, the two were driving across it with the vision of their souls!

"Gravity, this is the gravity of Honnōji's souls and our strength! Can you keep up with their weight Gentaro-bro!?" The world erupted into non-stop brilliant flares of light as rock spikes kept exploding out, and their bikes actually charged through them!

Cosmic energy flowed across Fourze's helmet and body, just as he sent his fist forward in a truly epic Rider Punch that broke through the sound barrier in a jab that met Tansha's own!

Two forces meeting each other with the unstoppable power of the soul clashing! However, slowly but surely, Fourze's fist begun pushing back Tansha's!

"I can handle their weight just fine Tan-chan! Because I'm the man who will befriend this entire academy!" His voice shot all the way up to where Satsuki sat, and her eyes widened even further.

"Everyone here, from Mako-chan, all the way to Sat-chan, I'll make them all my buds! Don't you ever tell me I can't!" Inch by inch, the weight of those who lived in Honnōji, represented by a thousand fists added onto his were being pushed back! The fists that had composed their weight being added to Kamen Rider Fourze's own!

"Yeah! YEAAAAHHHHH! THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE WAY! JUST GO FOR IT! DON'T HOLD BACK KAMEN RIDER FOURZE! RIDE ON TIL THE TIME IS RIGHT! GO WILD! AND MAKE US ALL YOUR FRIENDS!" Grinning like a lunatic, Tansha laughed as Fourze called out with a triumphant tone.

"RIDER…PUNCH!" The resulting concentration of Cosmic energy sent the giant flying off of his bike, his ex-club members somehow got all the way to where he was just to support his fall with their hands!

Like an aura of pure power, the punch's after-shocks made the air reverberate, sending out a great wave of concussive force that Ira rode all the way through! His body shook, his car seemed to be knocked about like a tennis ball in a hurricane, but he still kept going!

Ryūko flew overhead, landing down right next to Fourze who switched with her wordlessly.

The racers had been knocked down to just Kamen Rider Meteor, Ira, and Ryūko and Kamen Rider Fourze!

Up and on top of a hill, Tsumugu had his arms crossed, watching as everyone had one by one whittled down. He lit up a cancer stick, smoking it with a grave stare in his eyes, "They're getting stronger. This bares looking into." He walked off, a trail of smoke going up into the air.

X-X-X-X-X

As that went on, Ira positioned himself to smash both the pains on his neck, "And now-"

"Ha-cha!" Ryusei exclaimed as he stood on his vehicle, sending a kick to Ira's head which the giant had half a second to block with one arm, "Don't forget, we don't fight alone!"

"Dully noted!" Ira exclaimed with an excited grin.

"You'll never beat Gentaro-bro unless you give it your all!" Tansha roared, ramming his bike against Ira's car, it in turn extended wheel spikes that caused the Ex-Biker Club Captain to have to swerve away!

"As much as I hate to admit it, that pink haired maniac is right! Gentaro, his friends, even that bitch Ryūko, they won't give in so easily. And that's because, they're our friends!" Eisei growled, ramming her space buggy against Ira's car next, fire erupting from her eyes and body as she gave a mighty heave and forced the gigantic car to follow closely behind Fourze and his co-rider!

"Heh! I hate to admit it, Ira, but they got me beat and now they'll do the same to you! Don't underestimate them, no matter what, when Gentaro wants to befriend people, he'll make it happen! That's…" Uzu said, just as he swung his bokken in an arc, creating a wave of energy that sliced the road up, blocking it off from the other racers but leaving enough rough for the two Rider's and the two life-fiber users to make it through!

"JUST THE KIND OF GUY GENTARO-BRO IS! Don't you dare lose, Fourze! You're the man we respect above even Satsuki-sama!" Takaharu pumped his fists, ready for direct action.

Mako gave a soft nod, "They are right, Gen-chan, is the kind of man that won't give up! So win for all our sakes, and become senpai's friend Gen-chan! Now, some kind words please, Maiko-chan!"

Maiko facepalmed, growled, then gave him her confidence, "What?! You want ME of all people to give some kind of BS inspirational speech? Shit. I don't know… Fine, Gentaro, from the moment I met you, you were a pain in my neck. But you stuck out for me, and didn't give up on me even though I was a backstabbing piece of shit. If all I can do is help you, then I will!" jerking back on the gear-stick, the bus-mech spun on a dime and smashed the road, leaving the limousine carrying Nui unable to proceed.

"That's our Maiko-chan! Gen-chan, go for it! Please make Gamagōri-senpai our friend!" Everyone giving him their beliefs and confidence together brought with it something incredible.

"Cosmic energy, from everyone?" Gentaro gaped behind his mask as all of his friends glowed brightly, gaining a huge grin he cheered with them, "That's right! I have new buds, people who want me to win, I can't let you all down! Let's win, for Ira's sake Ryūko-chan!"

"Ah to hell with this sappy bullshit! Gentaro, I want to win with you by my side! So let's friggin' do it!" Growling with a heavy blush, Ryūko ignored Senketsu's chiming in to the best of her ability.

"Your heart-rate accelerated you know."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" She shouted furiously, shaking her head out and getting it back in the game.

"Heh. We've gathered an amazing bunch of people as friends, haven't we!?" Meteor asked Fourze, who in response gave him a thumbs up in total agreement.

"That's right! Because, we're best buds! Ira! I want you to be my friend!" Kamen Rider Fourze declared, driving the Machine Massiglier towards the finish line! They were the last three racers in the lead, and it was a neck and neck struggle to see who'd win the race!

"MY DEFEAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN KISARAGI GENTARO! I WON'T LET YOU!" Ira roared, just as Meteor leaped from his bike, soared towards him with a final leap!

"HOOWAAACHA!"

Popping the Meteor Switch into the Meteor Driver, Meteor rotated the Celestial Driver, causing his leg to surge with blue cosmic energy, his belt furiously roared in response to this energy surge, "LIMIT BREAK!"

"METEOR TORNADO!" Whirling his entire body like a cyclone, the blue energy took the form of a surging twister, which he launched into Ira's car with a full-on Rider Kick! The resulting explosion allowed for Fourze and Ryūko to win the race!

Skidding to a halt with the bike turning to the side, the two got off of their ride, watching what was about to happen with bated breath. Amidst a crackling inferno, a gigantic figure silently rose like a Colossus. In front of him, flicking one wrist to the side, was a blue clad warrior.

"I knew from the moment I met you, that I would be the one to challenge you." Meteor intoned to Ira, who in response held out his arms.

"Indeed. As the shield of Satsuki-sama, and the fellow Rider of Fourze, it was destined that we'd met and fight each other!"

"If it's any consolation, I really do respect you." Meteor said with a slight apologetic tone, even as he reached to his side…and pulled out something that had Fourze gape in awe

"That's...! Another Switch for Meteor!" He pointed shakily.

The tension was rising, and no one was sure what'd happen next! Standing opposite to each other, with a wall of flame blocking them, the battle was about to reach its next phase.

X-X-X-X-X

And aren't we JUST the biggest assholes?! Cutting off right when the action was set to begin! Oh what a terrible thing we did! Hahaha! Marvel at our evil! But no. The jokes on you all since we're almost done with the next part of this two-part chapter. We'll have it done probably within the scope of early next month, so don't worry but you'll get two chapters more or less for the price of one! We'll title them accordingly.

My brother is tired, has to put up with a shit-load of horribly annoying arrogant brats and their stupid bootlicking parents, so he'll spare only a few short curse words and possibly a few insults for you all and myself. So until next chapter, this is The Lord Of Pages, off to record another story.

Beta's Notes: This has been exhausting to write with how often my little brother from another mother battled to get inspiration only for me to battle trying to keep up with his enthusiasm. Enjoy this as much as you can. Here's an odd omake to tie this fic to one of mine:

-OMAKE-

-Not a Rider in name, but one at heart-

Before Ryusei and Tomoko joined the party at Satsuki's empire/academy, the group enjoyed many little things in life, like watching random shows in the small wooden box that was the Mankanshoku clan's abode.

"C'mon, why do you even wanna watch that crap? Don't you get to live the show?" Omiko had an already tiresome day after Math classes dragged on when Aikuro substituted a teacher.

"Oh, it's not that bad." Gentaro said as everyone sat around the Mankanshoku's working TV, Maiko had come handier than usual when repairing it with her glasses repair kit.

"Cheesy one-liners, outdated acting, and need I remind you that you're a Kamen Rider? This guy's so ripping you and all Riders off." Maiko pointed out, counting with her fingers.

"If this is at least halfway entertaining or dumb fun, it'll be good to kill time." Ryūko chimed in.

"What're you watching this for then, Takaharu-senpai? Mako just wants to spend time with her friends but you don't seem like the type who'd watch this." The chipmunk girl questioned with a big bowl of popcorn croquettes. The gap-toothed boxer sighed.

"I heard from some of my old friends the show's got some cool fights and to check it for new moves or something like that. The main actor's just a freestyler, so I want to see what it's all about."

"Apparently, he does all his moves, but even that's ripping some big-name actor off." Maiko added as she grabbed a handful of the popcorn croquettes.

"Some of the girls in my club were a fan of his until he had some ridiculous breakup with an idol no one remembers or cares about." Omiko added, "If you ask me, staged as shit."

"I thought you didn't care about gossip." Ryūko said.

"Well, when the guy started here he was pretty popular for being such a young actor. He's around our age now." Takaharu added, "I grew tired of girls chanting his name until he started to lay low."

"So this show's gonna be his revival? Better make it good, then." The red-locked girl groaned.

"I've watched the first season, so I'm cheering for him to make it good." Gentaro said excitedly, "If you love what you do, go as hotblooded as you want to make it work! They've even gone to Paris!"

"Oh, that should be an odd change of pace with cultures." Maiko commented.

The group watched the intro of some random blond boy with odd birthmarks or scars on his face. He was singing it as cheesily awesome as it would be possible in the 1980s. And then, there was as much cheese and ham as needed to make a planet-sized sandwich.

An oddly armored villain appeared in a costume that wouldn't have looked out of place if Kamen Rider Ichigo had to fight him. And then, an odd scene happened as two odd superheroes appeared on the scene. One was an Eurasian girl with black hair in pigtails, a skin-tight red suit with black dots and matching eye-mask to give her a full ladybug motif. The other was a blond boy with wavy hair, a black suit with a belt around his waist like a cat's tail, a bell on his collar, and black cat ears. To say the least, it was more than odd when the two joined the actor to fight a girl who could control the weather as easily as she could before sending a horde of suited literally faceless minions after them.

"The Hell!? Are those effects or are they really..." Ryūko felt like her brain needed rebooting.

"It's real, it's all real." Maiko replied as she checked the internet.

"A hero actor, that's so cool!" Gentaro cheered, pumping a fist.

"He's not bad at fighting, like he's done this before." Takaharu commented.

"That ladybug girl's so cute, Mako wants a costume like hers!" their ball of energy cheered.

"Not a bad butt on the cat guy." Omiko mumbled to herself.

"Alright, if we go to Paris, I'm befriending them!" Gentaro cheered, pumping a fist up.

Meanwhile, in France, the actor boy sneezed.

"Naruto, is something wrong?" asked a Eurasian girl with black hair in pigtails from her seat.

"Nah, I guess someone's thinking about me, Marinette." He answered.

"Probably a fan?" said another blond with green eyes and wavy hair.

"I'd be sneezing like crazy, Adrien." The blond replied.

"Well, you do look like you need a girlfriend, so maybe it's your one and only." The other boy teased with a catty grin.

"Or just another good friend like the ones you've been making." The girl added, making the blond smile before classes started.

All three had an odd feeling that sooner or later they'd meet that friend.