Omarnosian10: Hello readers! Sorry this took too long.

Omar: The author was going through writer's block.

Omarnosian10: Not a good way to start the summer, I know. But don't worry. A few chapters of different stories are almost complete, so expect more updates this week.

Omar: And before you jump to conclusions when you read the title, the author ISN'T skipping Hannah Montana episodes. He's only rearranging them to match the timeline.

Omarnosian10: Thanks for clearing that up. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or Kamen Rider Den-O. All rights go to the Walt Disney Company and Shotaro Ishinomori respectively. I only own my OC(s), some OC Imagin designs, and most of Den-O's original forms that have yet to make an appearance.


Chapter 3: I Can't Make You Love Ryutaros if You Don't

It's been almost a week since the Frog Imagin attack. To help with his gum phobia, Miley and I recommended a therapist we went to when we moved. Who would've thought that Miley and I knew the same therapist?

Currently, me, Miley, Lilly and Cooper are hanging out with Jackson at Rico's Surf Shop. The reason I didn't involve Jackson with our group is because he's working there, not hanging out. Cooper is eating two paper bowls of nachos while I'm eating a corn dog.

As Josh Moriarty, one of the freshman surfers for Seaview High, walks by us, Miley subconsciously takes one of Cooper's bowls before starting to eat the nachos.

"You sure like nachos." Cooper states in amusement before glaring at Miley. "Problem is, they're 'notcho' nachos." Cooper quipped.

"Ha!" I laughed momentarily. "Good one." Cooper and I high-five for his pun. Miley ignores us as she continues eating the nachos.

"She can't hear you." Jackson told us as he cleans the barstand. "She's chowing down on the 'all you can eat' love buffet." Jackson points at Josh in emphasis as the surfer sets down his surfboard and nods in greeting at some people.

…is it just me, or do I hear some sort of audience applause like when guest stars appear on TV?

"It's true." Lilly nods in agreement as Cooper eats his remaining nachos, seeming interested. "When she's like this, she's doesn't know what she's doing." Lilly explains to Cooper as she takes a napkin and crumbles it to a ball. "I'll show you." Lilly drops the napkin into the bowl before Miley dips in her in it and brings up the napkin close to her mouth.

"OK, I think he got the point, Lilly." I said sternly as I grab Miley's wrist, take the napkin out… and make her slap herself out of the trance!

"Ow!" Miley holds her cheek in pain before glaring at me. "What was that for?"

"You were almost going to choke down on a napkin." I casually answered as I brought up the napkin, making Miley blush in embarrassment before I throw the napkin into a trashcan, perfectly going in. "He shoots, he scores!" I whooped as Cooper and I high-five again.

"And the crowd goes wild!" Cooper imitated a crowd's applause before laughing along with me.

This guy's like the brother I never had… which is kind of ironic considering I have 4 adoptive brothers.

Lilly rolls her eyes while Miley giggles at our antics before the former putting a hand on Miley's shoulder. "Just go ask Josh out." Lilly suggests as she points at Josh.

"I can't." Miley raises her hand in emphasis. "I'm from Tennessee. We don't do that." Miley told us as she puts the nachos on the barstand.

"Well, you're in California now and we do do that." Cooper and Jackson snicker while I roll my eyes. "What?" Lilly cluelessly asks them as I shake my head at their immaturity.

"You said 'do-do'." I answered for the sophomores as they kept snickering.

BONK! BONK!

"OW!" Cooper and Jackson whined after I smacked their heads.

"Grow up." I retorted while flicking away the corn-dog stick, already finished.

"Miley's the one that can't ask a guy out." Jackson retorted as he rubs the spot I hit.

"He's not just a guy. He's a ninth grader." Miley pointed out as if it wasn't obvious.

"Well, so is Kintaros." I countered hurriedly.

"We were ninth graders last semester." Cooper added irritably, as if Miley was shrugging us off.

"I can't just put eighth grade moves on him." Miley added, Cooper and my words falling to deaf ears.

"Good point." Lilly nods in agreement. "Besides, he probably doesn't even know you're alive." I glare at Lilly as she continues insulting Miley. "You're like some dried-up insect on the windshield of his life. Not even in the center. You're way off to the side where the wipers don't reach." I slap a hand over Lilly's mouth before she could continue while Cooper and Jackson quietly snicker.

"It's official; you're one of the worst pep-talkers in Malibu." I feel Lilly pout in my hand while I turn my glare at the older teens, getting them to shut up. I let go of Lilly's mouth before wiping the little saliva on it off with a napkin and throwing it to the trash. "Look Miley…" I put my hands on Miley's shoulders before turning her to me, getting her to blush for some reason while feeling something sink in my chest. "Don't let what Lilly implied get to you. You're one of the most incredible girls I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and any guy would be lucky to date you. If they can't see how amazing you are, I'll kick their butts to the hospital." I advised sagely, the last part half-joking. Miley looks at me with gratefulness, relief and… disappointment?

"You're right. I can do this." Miley nods with confidence as she gets off the stool before walking towards Josh.

"That's my girl!" Lilly fist-pumps as I nod in agreement, the sinking feeling getting deeper as I watch Miley approach Josh before noticing someone holding a familiar purple dragon-themed surfboard heading to her.

"Ryutaros, look out!" I warned the owner.

"Hmm?" The person turns their surfboard and–

BAM!

"OW!" Miley yelped as she fell forward before Josh caught her.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Josh asks Miley, concerned. Miley rubs the spot on her head hit before looking up at him.

"I am now." Miley dreamily smiles, gazing into Josh's eyes.

"Sorry, Miley-neechan." Ryutaros, wearing a purple and gold wet-suit, nervously chuckles while scratching the back of his head. Miley just kept looking at Josh's eyes, Ryutaros' words falling on deaf ears, worrying him.

"Do you need to go get an ice pack for that bruise?" Josh gently asks Miley, her responding by nervously giggling and shaking her head.

"I'm fine. It's nothing major." Miley assured him as she winces before putting her hand down. "Just give it a few hours and my head wilt be as good as new." No sooner had the words come out of her mouth did Ryutaros drop his surfboard and run away, getting some stares excluding the two mentioned.

…I don't know who to curse, Miley or Josh.


The train of time, Den-Liner. Will the next station be in the past or the future?

Jikan no nami we tsukamaete (Grab on to the waves of time)

Den-Liner drove through an opening in the canyon wall and drove across the bridge as the camera zooms out before seeing an hourglass in front of the mess.

Ima sugu ni yukou yakusoku no basho (Right now let's go to that place of promises)

We then see Den-O walk up to the Den-Bird in Den-Liner's engine before the scene changes to a barstand with an hourglass, a smoothy, and a Den-Liner Pass sitting on it before Omar's hand reaches out to grab it. Once he picks it up, we see Omar looking at the pass before staring off in one direction before leaving Rico's Surf Shop with Oliver and Lilly looking on in confusion at where he was going while Miley prayed for his safety.

Genkai mugen iza tobikome. Climax JUMP (You have unlimited boundaries. In a pinch, jump over it) Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee Jan? Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee Jan? (Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great? Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great?)

The scene changes to Den-O hopping onto Den-Bird then inserted his Den-Liner Pass and started up the bike causing some of Den-Liner's cars to disconnect from some of the main cars as Den-O steered the train to the left allowing the train to enter a portal through time before the title appears.

Kanaitai yume ga aru nara (If you have a dream that you want to come true)

Burning calendar pieces began falling from the sky as we see images of Hannah's concerts as well. Some of the pieces fall at Omar's feet as he stared on at what happened around him with clenched fists.

Shinjinakacha negatta hibi wo (…then there were days when you believed it would come true)

We see Omar glaring off towards the camera before it switches to Hannah singing in a stage before seeing her face with some tears in her eyes.

Catch the wave!

A hand flips the hourglass back in Rico's Surf Shop upside down.

Mayoi sou na toki kanarasu (When you're lost…)

The scene changes to Omar holding the Pass while pointing his thumb into the distance before a zoomed out image shows holographic train tracks appear on either side of him.

Omoi no tsuyosa ga michibiku (you're sure to be guided by the strength of your feelings)

We see glimpses of Den-O's armor from behind his helmet, then behind him at a shot of his hand before we see a shot of Hannah singing 'Best of Both Worlds' before the image shatters revealing Omar getting ready to execute his Henshin.

Kimi ga nozomu mirai sude ni in you hands (The future you wish for is already in your hands!)

We see Omar execute his Henshin before we catch a glimpse of Den-O's Sword Form helmet attach to his Plat Form face completing his Henshin into Sword Form. Then Den-O executes his 'I have arrived' pose before setting up his Full Charge sword.

Hajimari wa itsumo totsuzen (Beginnings are always sudden)

We see Den-O – Sword Form swinging his sword around using his charged up blade.

Unmei wo tsurete yuku time tripin' ride (…Bringing fate along on this time tripin ride)

We see Miley making happy expressions in the Stewarts' with Omar's back to her, before it changes to the Hannah closet with Hannah doing something similar that Miley did with Den-O – Plat Form's back to her. The scene then changes to see Omar/Den-O's reactions to what the girls did before we see him split into his five Imagin possessed forms before a quick glimpse of Den-O's Axe, Wing, Gun and Rod Forms appeared.

Dare yori takaku [Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee jan?] Kinou yori takaku [Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee jan?] (Higher than anyone else [Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great?] Higher than Yesterday… [Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great?])

With a quick split-screen shot of Momotaros, Urataros, Kintaros, Ryutaros, Sieg & Naomi in Den-Liner and Lilly, Oliver, Jackson, Robby Ray & Miley in the Stewarts', the scene changes to shots of Omar's Imagin possessed forms hanging out in Rico's Surf Shop with R-Omar tossing a pass to the original Omar before a shot of Den-O is seen of him getting ready to launch Den-Bird into the air.

Climax Jump! Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee Jan? Ii jan? Ii jan? Sugee Jan? (Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great? Isn't it good? Isn't it good? Isn't it great?)

Den-O makes the jump before we see Momotaros, Kintaros, Ryutaros & Urataros in the four corners of the screen doing a dance, Sieg occasionally switching places, while Den-Liner leaves one time era, gets ready and zooms off to another era.


In the Stewarts' dining room at nighttime, Miley and Jackson are sitting in the table as Mr. Stewart brings rolls to them.

"Then I ate a napkin and then Jackson was all 'You said do-do.' and then Lilly was all 'Bug on a windshield.' and then I was all, 'I am now.' like a cliché damsel in distress." Miley finished telling her relatives of this afternoon's events as Mr. Stewart sits down. "And that's why we have to move." Miley sternly nods. Jackson and Mr. Stewart look at each other, as if having a silent conversation.

Mr. Stewart helplessly shrugged. "Sorry, darling." The phone started ringing after the words got out of his mouth. Mr. Stewart gets up and walks toward the phone.

"What?" Miley asks in irritation, noticing Jackson's bemused look and pointed finger at their father.

"Nothing." Jackson looks down bashfully as he eats his dinner.

"Hello. Hold on." Mr. Stewart puts the phone against his shoulder before looking at Miley. "Mile, it's for you."

"I can't talk to anyone right now. Could you just make something up?" Miley waved off the call.

"Sorry, Josh, she's in the bathroom." Miley looks up horrified, realizing who's currently on the phone with her father. "Could be a while."

"No!" Miley yelled as she rushed towards Mr. Stewart and pats his back impatiently.

"Hold on, sounds like she's finishing up." Mr. Stewart informed Josh as he hands the phone to Miley.

"Give me that phone." Miley took the phone and put it in her ear. "Hi, this is Miley." She introduced herself dreamily while walking away.

"It could be a while." Jackson chuckled as he watches his sister. "You, sir, do not know how good you are." Jackson cuts his dinner.

"Well, next time I'm letting the machine pick it up." Mr. Stewart jerks his thumb to the machine semi-jokingly. "You realize how much easier life was when she believed boys still had cooties?" Mr. Stewart asks his son, recalling Miley's childhood. Jackson nods in amusement. The male Stewarts shake their heads before eating their dinner.

"I can't believe it." Miley squealed as she hung up the phone before jogging towards her relatives. "I'm going out with a ninth grader!" Miley whooped while fist-pumping.

"Well, don't believe it, 'cause I'm not letting you go!" Mr. Stewart sarcastically whooped while fist-pumping.

"But Daddy…" Miley whined, her mood dropping instantly.

"But nothing. He's at least a year older." Mr. Stewart sternly pointed out. "In teenage boy years that adds up to…" Mr. Stewart does some air math. "Let's see, carry the one, equals, ain't gonna happen."

"This is so unfair." Miley pouted while folding her arms and giving her father the 'puppy dog' eyes.

"Sad face." Mr. Stewart stated as Miley nods before the father points at his face and points it out. "Not-buying-it face." Miley sighs sadly before walking away.

"Come on, Dad, it wasn't that long ago that I was a ninth grader." Jackson fondly smiles, recalling all the memories he made in ninth grade, including the dates Urataros got him. "And if he's anything like I was…" Jackson grimly trailed off, recalling all the bad stuff he did as a ninth grader, including getting dragged into Momotaros' fights at least twice a week. 'Seriously, that guy's like some kind of fighting magnet.' Jackson momentarily shakes his head before looking stern. "You need to meet that boy." Mr. Stewart nods in agreement before they continue eating their dinner.


*SPLASH!*

"AGH!" I yelped as I rolled off my bed and fall on the floor, feeling wet from the cold water splashed on me.

"About time you woke up." Urataros chirped, holding an empty bucket, no doubt where the water came from.

"Why'd you have to wake me up at…" I squint my eyes to see the clock through the darkness. "…3 in the morning?" I got up while squeezing the water out of my green football pajama pants. And no, I don't wear a shirt to sleep, blame Urataros for the habit.

"Imagin." Feeling fully awake from the cold, I walk towards the bedroom door and pull out the Den-O Belt.

My 'adoptive' family and I live in a 2-story house with the top floor consisting of 10 bedrooms, one for each person and two extra guest rooms, three bathrooms including showers.

Me, Momotaros, Urataros, Kintaros, Ryutaros, Sieg, Naomi, and Owner.

The bottom floor consists of the dining room, kitchen, garage, living room and storage room.

(A/N: For the outside, think a live and larger version of The Loud House and for Omar's room, think Lincoln's room, only with green wallpaper and larger)

"Why aren't the others awake?" I ask, feeling the others asleep through the link.

"Momotaros would sleep-fight me, Kintaros is the heaviest sleeper, Sieg would shrink me and put me in the dishwasher again." Urataros puffs his cheeks, feeling queasy from the memory alone. "And Ryutaros–"

"Stop." I raise my hand to silence him, not needing anything else.

Ever since Ryutaros accidentally hit Miley and ran off, he's locked himself in his room and cried himself to sleep. I tried calling Miley, but they all ended up in voicemail.

Grabbing the Rider Pass, I put on the Den-O Belt before exiting the room and walking towards the garage.

"Shouldn't you get dressed?" Urataros quirks a non-existent eyebrow while following me.

"It's just one Imagin." I shrugged. "Besides, my armor covers my clothing, remember?"

Nodding in agreement, Urataros went silent until we entered the garage, which has the Den-Bird in it. "I hope this Imagin doesn't prove too much of a challenge, otherwise I may not be able to get my beauty sleep."

Rolling my eyes at his love of sleep, I feel Urataros jumping into me as I adopt his features.

"Henshin."

=ROD FORM=

Donning my armor, I got onto the Den-Bird as the garage door opens up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

…oh sheep.

I look at the living room door to see Sieg's Imagin form leaning against the doorway, arms folded.

Sieg is a white Swan Imagin with a feather-made coat. He has bronze gauntlets that cover one side of his forearms, a bronze wing-like belt buckle holding a white cloth that resembles a belt, a bronze chest-plate that resembles a monkey's face, gold talon tips on his white boots, and a white collar with bronze highlights that reaches his collarbone. His head is white, like the rest of his body, with bronze lines acting like his eyebrows, sky-blue eyes, feathery ears that point like an elf's, and a bronze mouth.

"Don't you have that fishing contest this morning, Urataros?" Sieg raises an eyebrow as I feel my body stiffen.

"Don't worry." I shrugged off the question for Urataros. "We'll be back before breakfast."

Without waiting for a response, I revved up the Den-Bird and rode out of the garage.

"Can you sense where the Imagin is, Urataros?" I ask my current partner as I drive through the streets, avoiding the few vehicles that are used at night.

"It's in the sky." I look around the sky until I notice a figure in the sky. Jumping the Den-Bird on the side of a building before driving to the rooftops, I caught up with the Imagin and got a better look at it.

The figure has a feminine build and mouth, indicating that the Imagin is female. The body is primarily purple with lavender pieces of chrysalis-like armor on the majority of the torso and lower body, thankfully covering her modesty. It has pink butterfly wings with black edges and blue spots. The head resembles a Showa Rider helmet with a pointed backside and exposed mouth-guard, showing the pink lips and lavender mouth of the Imagin. The helmet has two pale yellow antenna on her forehead, directly above her red visor.

That's the Butterfly Imagin.

"You know, for an Imagin, you can't deny her natural beauty." Urataros commented as I nod in agreement. "I wonder what it's doing in the sky?"

I look at the Butterfly Imagin carefully. She doesn't look like she's searching for anyone or anything since it's not looking down. There's no plane or helicopter in the sky, and she's not giving a glance at any birds that pass by. What's she doing?

"Wait a minute… something's coming out of her wings." I noted, seeing some kind of gas coming out of the blue spots, almost completely transparent if it wasn't for the moonlight.

"They must be some kind of spores or pheromones." Urataros guessed.

I look down at the civilians, not seeing any change, but I'm not gonna' risk it. I whip out the Den-Gasher – Rod Mode and swung the hook towards the Butterfly Imagin's legs, ensnaring them together and getting the Butterfly Imagin's attention. "Gotcha, Butterfree Reject!"

…is she smirking? And why can't I feel the Den-Bird?

"Look down!" I follow Urataros' order and paled, seeing that I'm lifted off of the Den-Bird, which thankfully turned to auto-pilot and retreated to the house.

Wait a minute…

"HOLD ON!" Urataros unnecessarily shouted as I tightened my grip on the Den-Gasher.

"Persistent." The Butterfly Imagin, sounding like Sirenoid from Bakugan, scoffed before doing the loopy loop maneuver, me following along. Seeing me still on it's trail, the Butterfly Imagin did a few other aerial maneuvers, in a failing attempt to get me dizzy.

"Ha!" I cockily laughed as the Butterfly Imagin snarled. "I know someone's room who makes me nauseous by standing close to the doorway. This is nothing!"

The Butterfly Imagin clenches her fist before looking ahead and… grinning?

Following her line of sight, I notice a string of antennae lined up in the Butterfly Imagin's path.

…uh-oh.


In Miley's room, Miley is under her bed covers, somewhat having trouble since she's still excited for the date with Josh, although she has this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she's forgetting something.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Sitting up straight, Miley takes off her mask and looks at the window. "Sweet niblets! What was that?"

As soon as that came out of her mouth, Jackson kicked the door in, a gun in hand, specifically a semi-automatic pistol Grand Power K100 Target produced in Slovakia. "Are you alright, Miley?!" Jackson asks while holding the gun up and surveying the room, having heard the scream.

After the Raven Imagin attack, Jackson had Momotaros help him obtain a firearm through some… questionable means in order to have a weapon to protect himself and Miley. Mr. Stewart is unaware of Jackson's possession since neither Stewart sibling wanted him to get worried and run the risk of loosing him to one of those monsters. Miley has doubts that bullets would work on the monsters since she recalled the monsters in San Francisco having an immunity to them while the ones in Boston could feel pain from them, but not enough to be wounded like a finger flick.

"I don't know!" Miley answered, looking back at the window. "I heard some kind of scream and woke up! Next thing I knew, you came in!" Miley points at her brother for emphasis.

Blinking in confusion, Jackson looks at the window. "So if that wasn't you, then who made that scream?"

Miley shrugs before yawning. "I don't know, but I'm gonna go back to sleep." Putting her mask back on, Miley lays back on her bed.

Feeling the adrenaline leave his body, Jackson leaves the room, heading to his own so he could sleep.


The morning in the Stewarts', Mr. Stewart is doing maintenance on his guitar while Miley is looking outside, waiting for Josh to show up.

"He's coming up from the walk." Miley announces as she walks to her father. "He is so cute." Miley momentarily squealed before taking deep breathes. "But we've gotta be calm. Just be calm."

"Honey, if I was any calmer I'd be dead." Mr. Stewart deadpanned. Miley looked sheepish as she pats her father's shoulder.

"Hey, Dad, big favor, don't try to be funny with Josh. 'Cause you ain't funny." Miley monotonously chirped with an open mouth smile, believing that her father was joking.

"I don't know, I crack myself up all the time." Mr. Stewart humorously shrugged. "What do you call a pig that knows karate?"

"Pork chop." Miley deadpanned with folded arms. Mr. Stewart mentally cursed at himself for lack of originality. "Come on, that's one of the oldest jokes in the book. At least Omar makes original jokes."

"I find that hard to believe." Mr. Stewart snorts as he folds his arms disbelievingly.

"Alright." Miley shrugs before clearing her throat, recalling a joke Omar told her when they went fishing. "What do you call a toy fish?"

Mr. Stewart narrows his eyes in thought, going through every joke he knows. "I don't know. What do you call a toy fish?" Mr. Stewart asked, relenting to her.

"A dolphin." Miley answered with a smirk as Mr. Stewart howled with laughter.

"Sweet salty niblets." Mr. Stewart chuckled as he smacks his knee. "That was good."

Miley agreeably nods before clasping her hands in a prayer. "But I'm begging you, don't Momotaros this up." Miley begged her father before she climbed onto her couch as Mr. Stewart sets the guitar. "I'm just gonna sit on the couch and look casual, like I live here all the time."

"Good thinking." Mr. Stewart approvingly nods while walking up the steps as Miley enters a somewhat… endearing pose.

Josh comes into the house. "Hey, Miley." Josh greeted Miley before noticing her pose. "Whoa, you look hot." Josh bluntly chuckles as Miley grins. Mr. Stewart whipped his head towards Josh.

'Oh no he didn't.' "Well, hi. I'm the hot chick's father." Mr. Stewart introduced himself while stepping down as Josh freezes while mentally kicking himself for saying something stupid in front of a parent. "How do I look?"

"Very handsome, sir." Josh gulps nervously while doing finger-guns.

"Nice try." Mr. Stewart shakes his head. "Now take your foot out of your mouth, come on in here, and let's start over." Mr. Stewart puts his hand up for a handshake.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'm Josh, sir." Josh said in a single breath as he walked over and shakes Mr. Stewart's hand.

Miley gets off the couch. "Well, you met, you bonded, enough said, bye-bye." Miley frowns as she pulls Josh towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast." Mr. Stewart as he put a hand on Josh's shoulder.

"Why not fast? Fast is good. Fast food, fast lane, fast forward, bye-bye." Miley said quickly as she drags Josh.

Josh slipped from Miley's grip as he looks at the guitars in awe. "Wow, Ryutaros was right. You do have cool guitars."

"Wait, you know Ryutaros?" Mr. Stewart questioned Josh while raising an eyebrow. Miley mentally facepalmed, realizing that she didn't ask that when Ryutaros ran the other day.

Miley winced, realizing that she hasn't officially forgiven Ryutaros yet and that it was the thing she was forgetting last night. Knowing the emotional purple-loving boy, he's probably weeping in bed since yesterday.

"Yeah, Kintaros introduced me to him; we're classmates." Josh clarified as the Stewarts nod in understanding. "I've been giving him surfing lessons for the past week." Mr. Stewart nods, satisfied at the answer as Josh looks at the guitars. "Although I'm more of a violin fan." Josh let out as he picked up a guitar and took mental note of the details.

"…what?" Mr. Stewart questions Josh with narrowed eyes. Among the Stewarts, it was a well-known fact that Mr. Stewart hates violins, or as he calls them, 'sorry excuses for a string instrument that only a coward would use'.

"There goes the other foot." Miley facepalmed, realizing that Josh is unintentionally pulling a Momotaros.

"Look, sir, I'm not saying guitars weren't good in their day." Josh raises his hands in a sign of peace, not wanting to start an argument.

"In their day?" Mr. Stewart repeated dangerously. "Ooh, sounds like you've been a musician for a long time. Like 30 years. Oh, wait! That's me." Mr. Stewart smugly remarked as he took the guitar back.

"Well, isn't that interesting?" Miley chirped as she put a hand on her father's shoulder, hoping to lessen the atmosphere. "You have your opinion and he has his." Miley motioned to Josh. "You gotta love a guy who isn't afraid to say how he feels."

"I'm a little afraid to say anything right now." Josh fearfully shrugs, intimidated by the father.

"No, you're not." Miley emphasized by putting a hand on Josh's shoulder. "If everybody says that they like hamburgers, he's not afraid to say that he likes hot-dogs, right?"

"O~kay." Josh nervously chuckles in confusion as Miley walks to her father.

"And some people like skiing and he's not afraid to say that he likes snowboarding." Miley pointed out as she motioned Josh to continue.

"Yeah." Josh nods, getting where Miley's going with this. Josh noticing a magazine with Hannah on the cover and picks it up. "And some people like Hannah Montana and I'm not afraid to say she stinks." Josh bluntly shrugs.

Miley turns to her father. "Abso…" Miley trailed off as what Josh said registered into her mind. "What?" Miley breathed out, Josh looking confused at her reaction, not knowing that he basically indirectly insulted Miley.

"Son of a gun, that boy's got three feet." Mr. Stewart chuckles as he slings an arm over Miley's shoulder.


"~AH~!" Urataros and I moaned in delight, feeling the ice-pack on our 'jewels'. We are currently in the Den-Liner living car with Momotaros sitting across us.

(A/N: Think Tyler Johnston with Momotaros' features)

You're probably confused as to what happened with the Butterfly Imagin. You see, when I/Urataros got slammed through the antennae, my 'jewels' have suffered constant hits, but fortunately no permanent damage.

Thank Owner for getting me those medical lessons.

The reason Urataros has the same pain as me is because he was in my body during the hits, thus my pains passing to him. Momotaros went through something similar in our first fight with the Frog Imagin, which was why he didn't come with me to Hannah's concert that night, not wanting to show his wounds. He never thought of hiding it like I did.

Back to the subject at hand, I grabbed an antenna and held tight. Unfortunately, the Butterfly Imagin got away since the constant hits loosened the line and it managed to slip out.

"Ha!" Momotaros laughed at Urataros' face. "Take that, kame-yaro!"

Urataros snarls. "Didn't you get hit in yours by the Ga–"

"Do not finish that sentence!" Me and Momotaros pointed at him threateningly, faces green and red respectively, before slamming our fists on the tables next to us, the one by me crumbling down.

"Oops." I sheepishly let out, realizing that in my disgusted rage, I let out my super-strength.

"That table is coming out of your allowance." Naomi frowned as she walked in from the dining cart, dust pan in hand as she cleans the floor of splinters.

"Sorry." I muttered.

Smirking in victory, Urataros turns towards Naomi. "So, did Tou-san find out anything from the piece of the butterfly wing?" Urataros asked.

You see, before the Butterfly Imagin escaped, the line managed to snare off a piece of it's wing from the edge, which is how it didn't notice.

"Yes." Naomi nods before she wipes the splinters in a nearby trashcan. "From what Sieg managed to gather, the piece seems to be containing some kind of pheromone that only targets males by the looks of the chromosomes."

"Wait, males?" I blinked, thankful that the helmet has a filter that prevents me from breathing toxins and recalling the people that I saw. "But nothing happened to the guys at the street."

"Well, it is a Butterfly Imagin." Urataros pushes up his glasses. "There's no doubt that the pheromone effects are mentally activated from those antennae on her head."

"Like a transmitter." I finished, realizing what Urataros is pointing out. "That means we have to find it as soon as possible!" I jumped and stood straight, the ice-pack slipping off my thighs. "Owowowowowowowowowowow!" I winced, feeling the pain again before quickly picking up the ice-pack and setting it on my 'jewels', sitting down. "After the pain wears off." The Taros chuckle at my pain while Naomi shakes her head.


At Rico's Surf Shop, Jackson is checking out the sunglasses stand. Jackson tries on a pair that resembles a certain time-traveling robot.

"Hello, I am the Jacksonator." Jackson did an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression before grimacing and taking them off. "These will not be back." Jackson puts them on the stand. Hearing a giggle, Jackson looks up to see an African-American girl in a pink vest, purple shirt and multi-colored thigh length skirt.

Awed at the sight, Jackson tries another pair that resembles a certain hippie. "Whoa, rock and roll!" Jackson did an impression. "Sharon!"

"Are you always this funny?" The girl giggles as she holds herself against the barstand.

"Well, it depends." Jackson chuckles as he takes the shades off. "Do you like funny?"

"Oh, I love funny." The girl flirtatiously smiles as she moves a strand of hair over her ear.

"Well, then I am hysterical." Jackson and the girl laugh for a moment. "Did you hear the one about the pig who knows karate?" Jackson joked.

"Pork chop?" The girl giggled.

"Ha!" Both Jackson and the girl karate-chopped the air, softly laughing.

"Can you spell 'destiny'?" Jackson chuckles, referring to himself and the girl. "I'm Jackson." Jackson introduced himself as he jerks his thumb to his heart. "I haven't seen you around here." Jackson commented after carefully recalling every costumer that came to Rico's Surf Shop.

"I'm Olivia." The girl introduced herself as she shakes hands with Jackson, the latter resisting the urge to chuckle at the similarity to Oliver's name and the thought of a female Oliver. "I go to school back east. I'm here on break looking for something fun to do." Olivia explained as Jackson nods in understanding.

"Well, look no further. Mr. Fun gets off in about ten minutes." Jackson told Olivia, taking a glance at his watch.

"Sounds great." Olivia smiled before motioning to where she was. "I'll just go pack up my stuff."

"All right!" As soon as she gets out of sight, Jackson slaps his face in disbelief. "Yes! I'm awake!" Jackson fist-pumps while chuckling before grimacing as the pain kicks in, rubbing the cheek to soothe it.

"Hey, my brother from another mother." Cooper waved as he jogs towards Jackson. "What's cracking?"

Jackson jumped over the barstand in an impressive display of gymnastics. "Coop, I just hooked up with the most amazing girl who's totally into me, and I didn't even have to tell her that I owned a Ferrari, have six months to live or any of the usual stuff." Jackson explained before chuckling as Cooper approvingly nods.

"That's my dawg. Putting it down for the ladies." Cooper chuckled as he and Jackson do their special handshake.

"You should've seen me. And tonight, she's gonna find out that even my moves have moves." Jackson bragged before turning and doing a moronic dance routine. Grimacing at the sight, Cooper turns his head away while putting his hands on his hips. "Uh-huh, uh-huh."

Cooper shakes his head before putting a hand on Jackson's shoulder. "Dude! Don't do that in public." Cooper pleaded. Jackson nods in understanding before looking to see Olivia almost done packing.

"Oh, hey, check it out, there she is." Jackson pointed at Olivia. Cooper follows Jackson's finger, only to widen his eyes in disbelief at the sight.

"Whoa."

"You bet, 'Whoa'." Jackson chuckles, mistaking Cooper's disbelief for awe.

"No, no, no." Cooper shakes his head before turning it to Jackson. "I mean, whoa, that's my little sister, fool!" Cooper told Jackson as he glares at him. Gasping in surprise, Jackson looks between the Montgomery's and notice the similarities between them.

"I meant, whoa, I didn't know." Jackson nervously chuckles, feeling intimidated by Cooper's protectiveness.

Although Jackson couldn't blame Cooper. He would've done the same thing if Cooper asked out Miley. And from their past interactions, the chances are slim to none. Besides, there's only one person who has Jackson's full blessing to go out with Miley, even if that person doesn't know it yet.

"Olivia." Cooper called out, surprising Olivia.

"Yes, big brother?" Olivia meekly replied as she finished packing. Jackson blinked at the tone. One moment she was flirtatious and the next she was meek?

"Get over here." Olivia holsters up her bag before walking over to Cooper. "Did you agree to go out with this guy?" Cooper asks her while pointing at Jackson.

"Is that what he said?" Olivia gasps, seemingly surprised. "Shame on you." Olivia does the 'shame on you' hand motion as Cooper looks at Jackson. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Olivia shakes her head before flirtatiously waving out of Cooper's sight, much to Jackson's confusion.

Jackson raises a finger in confusion. "But I thought–"

"Oh, I know what you thought." Cooper cuts him off while folding his arms and giving Jackson a nasty glare. "And you better stop thinking about my little sister." Cooper threatened Jackson as Olivia puckers her lips and flirtatiously smiles when the older Montgomery wasn't looking.

Olivia wipes all emotion from her face. "Mmm-hmm." Olivia nods while looping her arm with her brother's. "'Cause when my big brother tells me to stay away from somebody, I stay away." Olivia swats the air for emphasis.

"Mmm-hmm." Cooper hums in agreement before the siblings started walking away. Before the siblings escape Jackson's sight, Olivia blew a kiss towards Jackson.

Mind practically mushed up, Jackson put on the hippie glasses. "Sharon!" Jackson did another impression. "I'm so confused."


The next day, on top of a skyscraper, the Butterfly Imagin is standing on the edge, grinning down at the civilians, specifically the teenage boys. "Time to finish the contract."

The Butterfly Imagin's antennae started vibrating slightly, emitting supersonic waves.

*BZZT!*

"AH!" The Butterfly Imagin clutches her head in pain, her brain feeling like it's in a blender as her antennae stop vibrating. "What happened?! Why can't I command the males?!"

"Well, that's because of me."

Hearing a familiar voice, the Butterfly Imagin turns her head to see Den-O – Sword Form on the other side, Den-Gasher – Sword Mode embedded into the edge as he holds it while climbing up the building and swinging his body over the edge to the rooftop.

(P.O.V Change)

"Ore… Sanjou!" I declared somewhat breathlessly, although who can blame me? At least my jewels don't hurt anymore.

"Did you seriously climb up 10 stories?!" The Butterfly Imagin gawked at my method. "Are you serious?!"

"No, my godfather is Sirius." I quoted Harry Potter. Miley's a big fan of the movie series, and every-time a new one comes out, Miley all but drags me to the theater.

In fact, this upcoming summer, 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' is coming out and Miley has already pre-ordered tickets for us to watch it.

Irritated at my quote, the Butterfly Imagin took out a pair of folding fans and started flapping her wings off the floor. "How did you manage to block out my pheromones?" The Butterfly Imagin demanded me.

Deciding to enlighten her a bit, I took out a device with a switch while pacing. "You see, when a 'partner' of mine analyzed the wing piece I managed to rip off you last night," The Butterfly Imagin looks at the minimally damaged wing and snarls. "He discovered that the pheromones are activated through a certain frequency. So, he created jammers that sends sonic waves only heard through that frequency and had me and some friends plant them around the city." I smirk at the Butterfly Imagin's pissed face. "So if you want to finish your Contract, you're gonna' have to go through me first!" I put the switch away while taking Momotaros' stance.

"With pleasure!" The fans glow before she swung them in a cross-formation, an X-shaped energy blast coming at me. Glancing back and mentally cursing since the blast is aimed to the civilians, I used the sword to block the attack. There was a lot of power behind the attack, pushing me back enough to make cracks, although I couldn't help but feel something… warm coming from the attack.

It's probably solar energy.

Dispersing the attack, I look up to see the Butterfly Imagin charging up a solar ball between her antennae, imitating a Solar Beam from Pokemon.

OH FUDGE!

"Sempai, switch with me!" Urataros suggested hurriedly.

"Are you sure, Urataros?" I asked in concern, since he didn't confirm whether or not his jewels healed.

"Hai!" Nodding for him, I press the blue button and swipe the Pass.

=ROD FORM=

Switching Forms, I immediately changed the Den-Gasher to Rod Mode.

~Battle Song: Double Action Rod Form~

"Omae, boku ni tsuraretemiru?" I questioned the Butterfly Imagin.

"What are you talking about?" The Butterfly Imagin snarled. "I'm not a fish and we're nowhere near a body of water."

Ignoring her question, mostly to spite her, I swung the Den-Gasher at her, the hook extending. The Butterfly Imagin did a split, avoiding the hook before it launched the solar beam at me. I ducked and rolled, the blast leaving a scorching crater in the spot I was in. Looking back at the Butterfly Imagin, I see her flapping her wings at me, sending waves of solar energy.

OK, first X-Scissor, then Solar Beam, and now Silver Wind?! Is it a Pokémon or something?!

Taking Urataros' stance, I twirled the Den-Gasher like a turbine, blocking the waves from making contact with me.

"Kouhai, I don't think it's a good idea to remain on the defensive for too long." Urataros warned me, making me click my tongue in annoyance.

He's right. While Rod Form has a better reach than Sword Form, it's useless against an opponent that can fly and use long-ranged attacks.

Switching to a single-handed twirl, I pressed the purple button.

=ERROR=

OH COME ON!

"Looks like Gaki is still moody." Momotaros noted.

"No sheep, Sherlock." I retorted. Before Momotaros and I could continue, the attacks suddenly stopped.

"Nani?!" The Butterfly Imagin shrieked as it tried to perform the attack again, only to fail.

Curiosity overtaking me, I glance at the sky to see clouds shielding the sun, blocking her solar absorption.

Taking the opportunity, I swung the line and entangled the Butterfly Imagin's leg. Having a solid stance this time, I easily slammed the Butterfly Imagin into the ground, making a small dust cloud that consumed her. Using the Den-Gasher as a pole, I leaped over into the cloud with both legs stretched out. The Butterfly Imagin flapped it's wings, blowing the dust away before rolling away from my kick, forcing me to slide.

The Butterfly Imagin scowled. "This isn't over yet, Kamen Rider!" With that, the Butterfly Imagin flapped it's wings again, producing a red gas cloud that consumed me as I stood up.

DANG IT! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING THROUGH THIS!

~End Theme~

As soon as I fanned away the gas with my Den-Gasher, I notice the Butterfly Imagin flying into the clouds, out of sight.

I growled in frustration. "It got away."

"Don't worry." Urataros assured me. "As long as you hold the switch, then the Imagin can't complete her Contract."

I sigh in defeat. As much as I want to search for it, Urataros is right. It'll be wasting time.

I glance at the city below. How am I supposed to get down from here?

Seeing a door nearby answered my question.


At the Stewarts' porch, Oliver and Lilly are playing a game of cards on a table.

Miley comes out of her house with a bowl of chips. "This is so frustrating." Miley sighs as she sets the chips onto the middle of the table. "I spent all day yesterday trying to make Josh like Hannah Montana." Miley explained as she sat at her seat.

"How'd it go?" Oliver asks curiously as Miley gives him a look.

"It went really well." Miley sarcastically nods. "He loves Hannah Montana now and we're getting married." Miley uses her normal voice. "How do you think it went, you donut?" Miley retorted while glaring at Oliver.

"I'm gonna go with not so well." Oliver quickly answered before paying attention to his cards.

"Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner!" Lilly imitated a referee and bell.

Miley sighs at the natural blonde's tone. "Lilly, I'm serious. How am I gonna go out with a guy who doesn't like half of me?" Miley asks her, hoping for advice.

"He doesn't know he doesn't like half of you." Lilly pointed out as Oliver nods in agreement. "So just let him think the half of you he likes is all of you. As long as the other half keeps her mouth shut, the three of you should make a beautiful couple." Lilly explained with a smug smile.

"I never get chick math." Oliver shakes his head in defeat, attempting to understand Lilly's advice only to fail at it.

Miley smiles in agreement. "She's right. Why should I have to give Josh up?"

"Yeah." Lilly shrugs. "And it's not like he's ever gonna be in the same place with you and Hannah."

"Lilly!" Miley yelled, getting the blonde to flinch. "Are you trying to tempt Murphy's law?! Remember the last time you started a sentence like that?!"


A couple months ago, at the Malibu Beach, Omar is laying under the sand, only his head and feet exposed as Lilly and Miley continue to bury him. They're all in their swimsuits.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Miley asks Lilly for the umpteenth time.

"Relax. (rolls eyes) It's not like there's anything underneath all that sand." Lilly pointed out, unaware of a sand crab walking over to Omar.

*PINCH!*

"~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" Omar screamed like a certain pussycat as he jumped out of the sand and ran around the beach like a headless chicken, the crab gripping onto his toe. As Lilly laughs at the sight, Miley gives her a look, not finding Omar's pain funny.


"Oh yeah." Lilly giggles at the memory before noticing Miley giving her the same look as in the flashback.

"Speaking of Omar, where is he?" Oliver asks the girls, wanting to change the subject.

"I don't know." Miley shrugs with an almost venomous tone. "Last time I saw him was before Josh asked me out."

"Speaking of Josh, what's up with that?" Oliver raises an eyebrow. "I mean, ever since you started crushing on Josh, Omar kept getting this look on his face. Like someone close moved away or something." Oliver thought out loud, earning a curious look from Miley.

Lilly slightly shifts in her chair, uncomfortable. "I might know why." Getting gestures to go on, Lilly continued. "You see, one of Omar's old friends' birthday is coming up, and since he's lost contact with them all…"

"He's feeling homesick." Miley finished, catching onto Lilly. Now that she thinks about it, the name 'Josh' sounded familiar when she started crushing on said high-school freshman. "What's this friend's name?"

Lilly inhaled through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. "Joshua Hernandez."

Miley felt as if the world came crashing down on her. "Aw sweet niblets, what have I done?!" Miley screeched while tugging her hair. "I gotta apologize to him."

"Tonight would be a good time." Oliver chimed in, getting curious looks from the girls. "Omar told me that he's taking Ryutaros to the Hannah Montana concert to cheer him up."

Miley sighs in relief. "Good. I hope I don't make things worse somehow."

"Don't worry." Lilly shrugs carelessly. "What are the odds of that happening?"

As if answering her, Josh walked up the porch. "Hey, Miley." Josh waves as Miley stands up and walks to him. "You know what you said about Hannah Montana? I decided to give her a chance."

"Really?" Josh nods in confirmation. Miley smiles gratefully. "That's great!"

"Yeah, so tonight I'm taking you to a Hannah Montana concert." Josh chuckles while doing his signature finger-guns.

"Really? That's…" Miley looks away momentarily. "even greater." Miley smiles, masking the horror of the situation. "Thank you." As Miley hugs Josh and turns him, she gives Lilly a glare and mouthed 'pretty high', referring to the previous question.

Lilly and Oliver lean towards each other to have a private conversation, the former cursing herself for forgetting Omar's 'lesson of the universe'. "And she thought it didn't go well." Oliver shakes his head bemusedly, oblivious of the tension in the air. "Who's the donut now?"

Lilly grins. "Still you."


*Commercial Break*


"Hannah! Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!" Ryutaros and I heard the crowd chanting as we enter the theater, soda and popcorn in hand.

"Ah, it's good to hear the chants of my arch-rival." Ryutaros sighs in relief as I roll my eyes while leading him down the stairs.

"This is what an actual Hannah Montana concert looks like?" Ryutaros and I freeze in our spot when we heard that voice.

No… fudging… way…

"You mean, you've never been to one?" Another familiar voice questions the other. Ryutaros and I slowly turn our heads to the other entrance and see Miley and Josh there!

"Oh sheep!" I lowly swore as Ryutaros looks away from them. "Let's hurry up and get our seats." Nodding in agreement with me, Ryutaros followed me to the last row, although we couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"Well, I've tried, but somehow I've always been busy doing something else." Miley answered nervously.

I snorted. "Something else, my butt." Ryutaros nods as we take a seat. Ryutaros lowers his cap while I put on my grey hood, obscuring our faces from the rest of the crowd as we continue listening.

"Well, tonight, this is all you have to do." Josh assured her as he takes her down the stairs… holding hands with her?!

"You know, I was really nervous when you first asked me, but I'm just totally glad I said yes." Miley let out as Josh led her to the last row.

"Me, too." Josh nods in agreement as they sit down. "I just hope she's not one of those divas who keeps everyone waiting." Josh hoped before chuckling. "I totally hate that."

"Me, too." Miley agreeably nods before having some kind of look on her face. "I'm gonna go get a soft pretzel." Josh reassuringly nods as Miley gets up.

"What do you think she's doing?" Ryutaros asks me as we see Miley whispering to someone holding up magazines to cover their face for some reason.

"I don't know." I shrugged before Miley left. The two lowered their magazines, revealing… Lilly and Oliver?! When did they get here?!

"Oh, my gosh, it's Josh." Lilly fakes a gasp, drawing Josh's attention to the duo. I can tell it's fake because I've heard that tone many times in her 'schemes'. "What a coincidence."

"So, what do you think of Hannah Montana so far?" Oliver asked Josh curiously.

"She hasn't come on yet." Josh pointed out while motioning to the stage.

"Right, I'm supposed to ask you that later." Oliver sheepishly chuckles while Lilly whacks his shoulder with a rolled-up magazine.

…palm, meet face.


In the backstage, Robby is walking towards a guard, who is doing a checklist.

"You seen Hannah?" Robby asks the guard, unaware of Miley tiptoeing to the other wall to hide from his view.

"Not since sound check." The guard shrugged.

"She's on in one minute." Robby sighs in frustration as Miley sneaks to his blind side. "Where is that girl?" Flapping his arms in frustration, Robby took a few steps toward the dressing room before pausing and turning, Miley following to avoid her father's sight. Seeing no one in the dressing room, Robby walks away to continue his search. Miley tiptoes towards the dressing room.


Now in her disguise, Hannah walks out of the dressing room, only to stop in front of Robby, who was walking to her.

"Did you just come out of that dressing room?" Robby points at the room.

"Yeah." Hannah answered, looking aghast.

"I was just in there and you weren't there." Robby told her with hands on his hips.

"Yeah, I was." Hannah denied, tiptoeing a bit. "You're losing it, Daddy." Hannah pats her father's shoulder before walking away.

Seeing a guard walking by, Robby decided to ask for an opinion. "You think I'm losing it, Fred?"

"It's Jimmy." The guard corrected Robby with an annoyed sigh before walking away.

Believing that Hannah was right, Robby tipped his hat. "Call the cows home, Robbie Ray, you are losing it." Robby shakes his head before walking away.


Ryutaros and I sipped our sodas as we wait for Hannah.

"Hey, everybody." Hannah waved to everyone as she comes from backstage. "Sorry I'm late." Hannah apologizes to the crowd as she gets to the microphone. "Hope nobody thinks I'm a diva!" Ryutaros and I did a spit-take away from each other.

"T-That's what Josh said!" I commented out loud as Ryutaros looks at Hannah in admiration.

"Is she psychic?" Ryutaros breathed out.

"I doubt it." I shake my head.

I'm not skeptical of psychics existing, but something in my gut tells me that there's more to Hannah than meets the eye.

…either that, or it's gas.

BELCH!

Yup, it's gas.


Meanwhile, at the Stewarts', Jackson is on the phone, ordering a pizza.

"That's right, sausage, pepperoni, and what the heck, onions." Jackson shrugged before chuckling. "I'm not kissing anybody tonight." Hearing the guy say something, Jackson had an offended look on his face. "No, I am not ugly. I'm a 6'4 beach god." Jackson boasts before hanging up and setting the phone down.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Jackson, it's me, Olivia." Olivia called out after knocking the door. "Open up." Her voice turned sultry as Jackson looks away from the door.

"Olivia?" Jackson questions himself before snapping out of it. Using the flower vase's reflection, Jackson straightens his hair, picks a rose and rubs it against his neck and armpits as a substitute for cologne before setting it on the table. Jogging towards the door, Jackson hypes himself up before opening the door, letting Olivia in.

"Hey! Olivia's here and it's time to get your Saturday night on!" Olivia whooped while smiling at Jackson's surprised face.

"I don't understand. You were totally different today with Cooper." Jackson shakes his head in confusion.

Olivia waved off his confusion. "Well, that was Saturday afternoon. The moon has come up and I am coming out!" Olivia continuously snaps her fingers. Jackson raises his eyebrow, questioning the deities above if Olivia's bi-polar. "I heard there's gonna be a party over here." Olivia said as she walked in and looked around the house.

"Well, who said that?" Jackson asks as he walks to Olivia.

Olivia turned on the radio. "Me. Just now." Olivia gestures to herself. "Come on, boy, keep up." She playfully scoffed before walking over to the kitchen table and noticing one of the foods. "Popcorn, oh, with the movie theater butter." Olivia opened the microwave before putting the popcorn in and setting the timer.

'They really are siblings.' "Yeah, Cooper's not gonna be very happy that you're here." Jackson tries to warn Olivia while trying to hide his annoyance at the fact that Olivia was acting like she owns the place.

"I know." Olivia nods, walking pass Jackson before turning to him. "That's why I didn't tell him." Olivia wags her finger mischievously before dragging Jackson to his cellphone. "Now, let's get you on the phone and let's people this party." Olivia hands Jackson the phone.

"Wait, what happened to all that, 'When my big brother says to stay away, I stay away. Mmm-hmm'?" Jackson questions Olivia, imitating her actions from the previous afternoon.

Olivia rolls her eyes and folds her arms. "Cooper thinks I'm a sweet little girl who needs to be protected." Olivia mischievously wags her finger. "And what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

A sudden knock on the door interrupted them. "Jackson, it's Coop."

"Yeah, well it might hurt me." Jackson shuddered, not wanting to receive what he dubbed the 'Big Brother Punchline'. "You gotta go!"

Olivia stubbornly shakes her head. "No way. This is my last night in town and I'm not gonna let it be spoiled by Cooper the party pooper." Olivia starts pushing Jackson towards the door. "I'll hide, you get rid of him."

"Well, I don't know, I've never lied to him before." Jackson tells her, and it's the truth. Cooper is like a brother to Jackson, but more of the confiding type than the fun-loving type to Omar.

"Please? For me?" Olivia strokes Jackson's chin flirtatiously while giving him the puppy dog eyes.

'The dreaded eyes. Must… resist…' Jackson thought as he tried looking away.

Keyword: Tried.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." Jackson chuckles, giving in. Olivia giggles in happiness. "You wait out there." Jackson points at the porch.

"OK." Olivia nods before running to the porch.

"Uh… uh come on in, Coop." Jackson called out, recalling that he left the door unlocked. Cooper walks in with a couple of DVDs, looking at Jackson oddly. 'Oh crud the music!' "Just getting my Saturday night on, you know." Jackson starts dancing to the music, hoping Cooper would buy the excuse.

Cooper resisted the urge to facepalm. 'It's official; he needs to take dancing classes.' "Get it off before you hurt yourself." Cooper warned Jackson with a wave.

Fortunately, Jackson stops dancing and turns off the radio. "That's a good idea. That's some great advice." Jackson nervously agreed before quickly looking out the porch and pushing Cooper towards the door. "Well, thanks for stopping by. Give me a call when you make it home so I know that you're safe."

"Look, look, look." Cooper pulled away before turning to Jackson. "I know I came down hard on you yesterday and I just wanna make sure we're cool."

"We're totally cool." Jackson chuckles, much to Cooper's relief before the Stewart brother tries to push him toward the door again. "Now drive safe, we'll see you tomorrow."

Once again, Cooper pulls away while motioning to the DVD cases. "Slow down, I rented a few DVDs, thought we could chill." Before Jackson could respond

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Cooper sniffs the air, instantly recognizing the scent. "Ooh! Popcorn with the movie theater butter." Cooper fist-pumps while chuckling. "You knew I was coming all along." Cooper playfully punches Jackson's shoulder before walking to the popcorn.

Relieved for the microwave's timing, Jackson chuckles before shaking his head. "Believe me, I had no idea."


I'm just like anybody else, can't you tell?
I hold the key to both realities
The girl that I want you want to know

If you could see the other side of me
I'm just like anybody else, can't you tell?
I hold the key to both realities
The girl that I want you want to know
If only I could show

The other side, the other side I want you to see
The other side, the other side, the other side of me
The other side, the other side I want you to see
The other side, the other side, the other side of me

After Hannah finishes 'The Other Side of Me' and the dancers pose, the audience applauds her for her performance, me and Ryutaros included.

"Man, if it wasn't for the gender, I'd say that the song was meant for the Kamen Riders." I chuckled as I continued applauding.

Ryutaros blinked before looking at me. "Aren't some Kamen Riders in Boston girls?"

"Oh, I forgot about them." I realized before shuddering. Why do I feel like someone stepped on my grave?

"And now, give it up for the fabulous fingers of Jesse J, lead guitar!" Hannah motioned to her guitarist before running to backstage while the guitarist played a guitar solo.


As Hannah runs through backstage, her father stops her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Hannah turns toward Robby as he raises a hand to stop her. "Where you going?"

"Nervous stomach." Hannah hugs her stomach before nodding. "Could be a while." Hannah groans before running into the dressing room.

Robby scratches his head in confusion, trying to recall if the dressing room had a bathroom.


A while later, Miley runs out of the dressing room and heads out before noticing Jimmy about to eat a soft pretzel.

Recalling her excuse, Miley snatches the pretzel and runs away. "Thank you." Jimmy drops his arms in frustration.


"How long has this guitar solo been going on?" I groaned while rubbing my temples. The solo isn't bad, but I prefer drums.

Ryutaros looked down at his purple watch. "Ten minutes."

"Really?" I blinked before looking over his watch. "Well, it's official." I raise my arms exasperatedly for a moment.

"This is the longest guitar solo ever."

Ryutaros and I looked over at Josh, who said the same thing I did.

Has Oliver been playing air guitar this whole time?

"I know. He rocks!" Lilly yelled before dragging Oliver down to the seat, using the same tone. "Sit down."

Miley comes down the entrance with a soft pretzel in hand. "You wouldn't believe the line for the soft pretzels." Miley sighs in exasperation, although I can tell the tone is fake. "So, how about that first song? Pretty awesome, huh?" Miley pressured Josh for some reason.

"It was okay." Josh shrugs.

'OK'?!

Miley looks at Josh as if he has a second head. "OK? Not even really OK?" Miley asks for confirmation.

"OK, so I'm into hip-hop." Josh bashfully grins.

"Oh would you look at that?" I look at Ryutaros. "Josh is a hip-hop fan just like you."

Ryutaros gives me a deadpan stare. "I already knew that. He was my surfing teacher, remember?"

Blinking owlishly, I sheepishly chuckle, recalling the lessons I saw the past few weeks. "Right, I forgot about that."

Ryutaros shakes his head before looking at his popcorn bag. "I'm out of popcorn. You?"

I took a glance in my bag. "Same." I grumbled before glaring at Ryutaros with a challenging smirk. "Rock-paper-scissors for who goes to get more popcorn?"

Ryutaros matches my smirk. "It's on."

With fists at the ready, Ryutaros and I prepared the match. "1, 2–"


Ryutaros walks towards the food bar, grumbling about his loss, unaware of Miley, who excused herself earlier to perform again, walking in the same direction.

BAM!

"Ow!" Miley rubs the side of her head in pain while retaining her balance, grateful for those balance lessons in self-defense class.

"Ah! Sorry!" Ryutaros bows with his eyes closed, not seeing Miley.

"Hm?" Blinking in slight confusion, Miley looks down to see the slightly shorter Taros. "Ryutaros!"

"Gah!" Realizing that he bumped into Miley again, Ryutaros looked away from her while walking away.

"Wait!" Catching up to the purple-clad teenager, Miley put a hand on his shoulder. "I need to talk to you." Seeing the distressed look, Ryutaros nods before Miley drags him to an unoccupied space.

"What do need to talk about?" Ryutaros asks Miley with folded arms and a tilted head.

"Listen." Miley sighs. "Lilly told me about Joshua Hernandez." Upon hearing that, Ryutaros sighs. "I'm sorry about rubbing the fact that he wasn't here in Omar's face. That was insensitive of me." Ryutaros' face turns softly serious.

"So you know about his upcoming birthday?" Miley nods as Ryutaros leans against a wall. "Well, to be honest, before Omar got adopted by Sieg, he had a large group of friends back at Miami, but in a way, he considered them family." Miley's face softens as Ryutaros shifts his gaze to the theater. "Out of all of them, Joshua was mostly like a little brother due to being the youngest." Ryutaros fiddles with his headphones; one of the only mementos he had from the universe he was from. "I know I can't replace Joshua, but it was because of me that he managed to live with it."

Miley nods in understanding; while she didn't have that many friends back home at Tennessee, it feels nice when her friends occasionally make her feel at home.

Glancing at the snack bar, Ryutaros walks toward it. "Oh, and Miley." Miley perks up. "I'm pretty sure Omar will forgive you for this."

Miley smiles in response. "Thanks, and I forgive you too." Ryutaros sighs in relief before continuing to the bar. Glancing at a nearby clock, Miley mutters. "Sweet niblets, I gotta hurry."


I bet you didn't know
That this girl could really go
And I'm gonna give you mo'
'Cause you spent a lot of dough
Coming to my show

Do-de-do-de-do-de-do Word!

Ryutaros and I, both will somewhat refilled refreshments, dropped our jaws at Hannah's horrible attempt at hip-hop.

"Who knew that someone who's a good singer could be a horrible rapper?" I couldn't help but let out as Ryutaros nods in agreement with me before sniffing the air. "What is it, dude?"

Ryutaros glares at the roof. "Butterfly's coming here."

"Wait, what?" I blinked in bewilderment while following his eyesight. Squinting my eyes a bit, I notice a silhouette flying in the night sky. "But how did she find us? I never de-henshined in her sight."

Ryutaros taps his chin in thought. "What did she spray you with?"

"I don't know." I shrug, recalling yesterday's one-sided fight. "I thought it was some kind of venomous gas that she tried to poison me with."

"But the helmet had a filter." Ryutaros argued. "How could you take any of that gas in?"

A metaphorical light-bulb lit up in my brain. "What if it wasn't meant to get in me?" Ryutaros looks at me in confusion. "What if it was meant to get on me?"

"A tracker." Ryutaros realized what I meant before paling. "We have to get out of here and henshin."

*SHATTER!*

"Too late!" I lowly yelled as we see Butterfly Imagin skydive through the glass, breaking it. Fortunately, none of the shards cut anyone, but the entrance gave them a scare.

Before Hannah, or anyone really, could scream, the Butterfly Imagin swooped down and grabbed her by the throat. The Butterfly Imagin landed on the logo, which is surprisingly sturdy.

"Nobody move." The Butterfly Imagin brought out her fan and spread it under Hannah's chin. "Or the blonde gets it."

Everyone, including me and Ryutaros, remained completely still.

"What do you want?" Hannah glared at the Imagin, almost no ounce of fear on her face.

That's kind of impressive.

"The answer is simple." The Butterfly Imagin arrogantly scoffed while Ryutaros and I mentally groaned. Great, the cliché villain monologue. After all this time, you'd thought I get used to it. "You see, in order to fulfill my Contract, I had to fly around town and spray pheromones so all the males would be infatuated with her." So the Contract Holder's a girl? I'm sensing a pattern here. "Unfortunately, my plans have been delayed by one person; a Kamen Rider." The audience gasps in disbelief as the Butterfly Imagin looks over us with a sinister smirk. "I told you I would return, Kamen Rider, and if you don't show yourself, well~" The Butterfly Imagin summoned a fan and spread it, this time glowing icy blue as she held it against Hannah's throat. "I think it goes without saying."

While the audience started whispering to each other, Ryutaros and I clenched our armrests. It just had to be a hostage situation, did it?


Meanwhile, in the Stewarts', Jackson and Cooper are watching a 'The New Scooby-Doo' Movie, the latter grabbing a handful of popcorn before eating it.

Looking at the porch, Jackson sees Olivia pointing at an imaginary watch and swatting the air, motioning him to hurry and get Cooper out, before moving out of sight.

Jackson groans in fake sickness. "Man, I think I'm coming down with something." Jackson coughs in his hand, drawing Cooper's attention.

Cooper grimaces while scooting away, still eating the popcorn. "Well, keep it off of me."

"I'll try." Jackson nods in false agreement before continuing to fake coughs into his hand. Coughing towards Cooper, Jackson lowers his hand before Cooper fans the air between them. "Better?" Jackson innocently blinks.

"I'm getting out of here before you cough up an alien." Cooper answered in slight disgust before standing up, Jackson following his example.

"That's a good idea." Jackson coughs in agreement while following Cooper to the door. "Better safe than sorry."

Recalling his earlier treatment guilty expression crossed Cooper's face before he turns to Jackson. "And listen, about my sister"

"Hey." Jackson raises his hands to stop Cooper from continuing. "Not another word, please." Jackson pleaded, the guilt starting to get to him.

"I know I'm a little overprotective, but I just care about her a lot." Cooper fondly smiles, recalling the memories he made with his little sister. "And as a fellow brother, I appreciate you backing off." Cooper pats Jackson's shoulder. "You're a good friend." Cooper opens the door and walks out.

"Yeah, a real good friend." Jackson sighed in guilt as the door closes.

"I thought he'd never leave." Olivia enters, sighing in relief while rubbing herself. "It's freezing out there." Olivia jerks her thumb outside before turning on the radio. "But nothing a good party can't warm up." Olivia starts dancing to the music. "Hey!"

'Is she bi-polar?' Jackson couldn't help but wonder before Olivia dragged him towards her and spun him. "Hey, yeah, okay, hold on." Jackson turns off the radio. "Hold on. Didn't you hear your brother? I'm a good friend." Jackson sternly explained. "And good friends do not party with their friends' sisters, no matter how much they want to." Jackson said the last part reluctantly.

"Wow, you really are a nice guy." Olivia smiles admirably, although Jackson notices something off about it. "My luck." Olivia sarcastically huffed with her arms folded.

"And you really gotta go." Jackson shrugged. "My luck." Jackson quietly adds to the side before guiding Olivia to the door. "Come on."

"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Olivia moves a strand of hair to behind her ear. "Nice meeting you." Olivia sticks her hand out for a handshake.

Jackson smiles, accepting the handshake. "You, too." Turning bold, Olivia stepped up and kissed Jackson, much to his surprise and joy

which was ruined when Cooper entered. "Hey, I forgot my DV Dang!" Cooper yelped at the scene.

Olivia quickly pulls away before gesturing. "I just came over to say goodbye and he was all over me." Olivia lied, mentally cursing Cooper for interrupting her moment. "You are in tr~ouble." Olivia stares at the floor innocently.

"Wait, that is so not what happened!" Jackson tried to defend himself.

"Olivia, wait in the car." Cooper jerks his thumb outside sternly, setting his gaze towards Jackson.

"Yes, big brother." Olivia meekly nods before heading out. "Shame on you." Olivia huffs and points at Jackson accusingly before closing the door.

"Man, she's not telling you the truth." Jackson tries to explain, not wanting to suffer the 'Big Brother Punchline'. "She came over here. She was all over me. I swear Coop"

"Save it." Cooper raises a hand to stop Jackson's rant. "I can't believe you're trying to blame my sweet, innocent sister for this." Cooper jerks his thumb toward the door while shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well, I'm telling you, she's not sweet and innocent." Jackson motioned to the door.

Cooper rolls his eyes. "Okay, you know what?" Cooper falsely laughs before glaring at Jackson. "That's enough. If there's one thing I know about my sister, it's that she would never be all over any guy she just met." Cooper opens the door to prove his point, only to mentally gawk at the sight of Olivia kissing Momotaros, the latter having arrived to deliver the pizza Jackson ordered a while ago.

"Pizza's here." Jackson smirks, thanking Momotaros for being this week's pizza delivery boy.

Olivia slowly pulls away, much to Momotaros' relief. "He was all over me?" Olivia squeaked, hoping that Cooper buys it.

"All over you?" Momotaros repeated with a raised eyebrow. "I don't even know you. Now if you excuse me–" Momotaros shoves the pizza into Cooper's hand. "–I have some deliveries to make." Momotaros rudely walks away, rubbing his nose slightly since he caught a whiff of Imagin.

"Olivia, get in the car." Cooper ordered his sister sternly while passing the pizza to Jackson. "You and I are gonna have a little talk." Olivia fearfully nods before walking away while Jackson set the pizza down.

Cooper and Jackson smirk at each other, nodding. "Mmm-hmm." Cooper and Jackson did their special handshake, their friendship repaired.

"GUYS!" Momotaros yelled, rushing in. "Turn on the news!"

Jumping slightly at Momotaros' sudden appearance, Jackson rushes to the couch and turned on the TV via remote.

"What's on the news?" Cooper asks Momotaros as Jackson flips through the channels.

"There's a hostage situation at Hannah's latest concert." Momotaros told them as Jackson almost fumbled with the remote upon hearing that. "You okay, Jackson?"

"Y-Yeah." Jackson stuttered before finally getting to the news channel, the TV showing the Butterfly Imagin holding Hannah hostage on a screen titled 'Butterfly Monster Holds Pop-star Hostage!' 'Miley!' Jackson mentally screamed in worry.

Momotaros mentally cursed himself, recalling that Omar and Ryutaros are at the concert. Even if he could get there, the last fight proved that Sword Form would be useless. With Sieg, Urataros, and Kintaros at their nightly jobs, Hannah's only hope lies in Ryutaros.

'Omar, Gaki, be careful.'


"I am not going to ask again." The Butterfly Imagin snarled as it brought it's fan closer to Hannah's throat, much to her horror. "Come out and deactivate the jammers, Kamen Rider, or else this girl dies!"

The crowd starts murmuring in panic.

"Omar, we have to do something!" Ryutaros said urgently, using the link to prevent the Butterfly Imagin from overhearing us.

"Yeah, but what?" I questioned him. "We can't henshin or we'll reveal our identities! Plus, there's no guarantee that she'll hold her end of the bargain."

"Guys, I think I found the Contract Holder!" Momotaros suddenly declared. Ryutaros and I jumped slightly, neither of us expecting that. Thankfully, the Butterfly Imagin didn't notice.

"That's good and all, but I don't think that'll help our current situation." I told him, gesturing to the Butterfly Imagin.

"I know. The concert is on TV!"

"WHAT?!" Ryutaros and I exclaimed before looking back to see the camera recording the concert set to live.

"Don't worry. Old man is hacking the stadium to shut off the lights to hide your escape." Momotaros tells us.

"Good idea. Although I think Ryutaros should leave his Gigai here to avoid suspicion." Ryutaros nods in agreement with me.

"Alright, on the count of 3, Owner-san will shut off the lights, then you'll run towards the exit. 1…" Kintaros counted down.

I tensed slightly, preparing to jump out of my seat.

"2…"

Ryutaros gently put the empty bag and cup down on the floor.

"3!"

With that, the lights shut off, getting the crowd into a panic. They stayed in their seats to avoid the Butterfly Imagin's wrath.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The Butterfly Imagin demanded Hannah. As my vision is tinted purple and I gain Ryutaros' features, his Gigai looking asleep on the seat, I immediately, and stealthily, snuck towards the exit. I carefully opened the door and exited the stadium. Fortunately, the moonlight was covered by the clouds, not exposing my escape.

"You ready to do this Ryutaros?" I smirked as I put on the Den-O Belt.

"Let's do this! For Hannah-chan!"

Wait, did he just add '-chan' to Hannah's name?

Deciding to ask him later, I pressed the purple button and a hip-hop tune went off.

"Henshin!"

=GUN FORM=

Plat Form formed first before the armor appeared for Sword Form, attaching onto me. The front part glowed before it flipped out to the shoulders, revealing a purple armor beneath with silver dragon arms that held two pearl orbs in the three-claws hands on the shoulder parts. A purple/gold dragon roared as it went down my face-track. It proceeded to transform into a purple and gold Den-Kamen in the shape of three 'Vs' layered with a gold 'V' in the middle of a purple 'V' and a thinner gold 'V' below them, making me look like I had a pointed mustache.

I am now Kamen Rider Den-O – Gun Form!


As soon as R-Omar left, the lights turned back on, much to everyone's confusion.

"What happened?" Robby asked Jimmy, he and a few other security guards having their guns aimed at the Butterfly Imagin.

"I don't know." Jimmy shrugs before leaning his ear towards a walkie talkie. "Sounds like someone hacked into the lights and shut them off for a moment."

"But why?" Robby raises an eyebrow as Jimmy helplessly shrugs.

"Was that your doing?" The Butterfly Imagin glares at Hannah.

"No!" Hannah shakes her head panicky. "I swear I have no idea how that happened."

The Butterfly Imagin scoffed before a soda cup splashed on her face. Wiping the drink off with her free hand, the Butterfly Imagin glares at the person responsible.

"Put Hannah down, you Butterfree reject!" Lilly exclaimed while shaking a fist.

"Yeah!" Oliver agreed as he threw a handful of popcorn at the Butterfly Imagin, a few kernels hitting her.

The Butterfly Imagin stiffly turned her head between the two before grinning maliciously. "With pleasure." In a swift motion, the Butterfly Imagin flicked her wrist and let go of Hannah, allowing the pop-star to freely fall. With the distance between her and the stage, it's likely that she'll have a broken limb.

*VROOM!*

The Den-Bird, ridden by Den-O, crashed through the wall by the stage. Sliding the Den-Bird onto the stage, Den-O let go of the Rider Machine, using his arms to catch Hannah.

(P.O.V Change)

"Den-O!" The Butterfly Imagin snarls at the sight of me.

"Me~!" I mocked her as I set Hannah down gently, receiving a blush from the blonde. "I heard you've been looking for me."

"That's right." The Butterfly Imagin scowled as it summoned it's other fan. "And since you're not holding the switch right now, I'm assuming that you're not gonna let me make my Contract Holder's ha-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" I interrupted her with a pointed finger. "And the answer is yes." I flexed my knuckles and rolled my shoulders. "So…"

~Battle Song: Double Action Gun Form~

"Omae taosukeba ii wo ne?" Before the Butterfly Imagin could reply, or anyone could question where the music is coming from, I did a little dance jig and made a hand-gun motion at it. "Kotae wa kiitenai!"

Frustrated, the Butterfly Imagin swooped down towards me with it's fans crossed. Crouching slightly, I jumped way up, over the Butterfly Imagin, avoiding it's cross-attack. Twirling, the Butterfly Imagin performed a U-Turn as I landed. Taking out two Den-Gasher pieces and combining them, I throw them into the air as the Butterfly Imagin flaps it's wings, sending blue energy waves toward me.

Looks like it can absorb both solar and lunar energy.

I got on my back and did a little break dance, avoiding the attacks with ease. Getting up, I connect the Den-Gasher pieces I have on me just as the ones in the air fall. Gripping the semi-connected pieces, I hold them up, connecting both halves into the Den-Gasher – Gun Mode.

"Eat lasers, sucka!" I gleefully grinned as I fired at the Butterfly Imagin. The Butterfly Imagin flies away from my blasts, leaving behind miniature craters on the walls.

Smirking at my missed shots, the Butterfly Imagin waves her fans, sending energy waves at me. I shot at as many waves as I can before they could touch anyone, leaving behind miniature explosions.

Before I could find it, the Butterfly Imagin swooped from above and heel-kicked my helmet, pushing me to the ground and landing on my butt.

~Pause Theme~

*CRUNCH!*

Gulping, I look beside me to see pieces of a certain device I held.

"Perfect." The Butterfly Imagin grinned before it's antennae started vibrating, sending the signal. "I may not be able to get to all the males in this city, but it will have to do."

Looking at the audience, I see all the males having a glazed look in their eyes.

Oh sheep! Gotta get rid of those antennae fast!

Seeing that the Butterfly Imagin has it's back turned to me, I picked up the Den-Gasher, attached it to my hip, and jumped onto the Butterfly Imagin's back.

"N-nani?!" Before the Butterfly Imagin could comprehend, I took hold of the vibrating antennae and ripped the poor suckers off. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

The males snapped out of their trance and glanced at each other, probably wondering what happened to them just now.

~Continue Theme~

"Looks like you won't need these anymore." I taunted as I carelessly dropped the antennae.

The Butterfly Imagin shook her body in anger, glaring at me. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" The Butterfly Imagin screamed as it spread it's wings and held its palms together, charging a light blue ball of lunar energy in front of it. Everyone shivered, probably feeling the temperature drop from the energy gathering.

"I guess it's time to finish this."

"Hai!" Nodding in agreement, I take out the Rider Pass and Den-Gasher.

"This is your Final Judgment!"

=FULL CHARGE=

With that, I held a two-handed grip on the Den-Gasher as purple electricity flowed from my armor into the gun with the pearls on my armor glowing.

"Wild Shot!"

I pulled the trigger and launched an over-sized energy orb at the Butterfly Imagin's 'Lunar Beam', temporarily entering a stalemate until the orb got through and hit the Butterfly Imagin, causing it to explode.

However, in the flames, the sand of the Imagin reformed and created a Gigandeath. This Gigandeath consists of a wasp's abdomen and thorax, a bat's right wing, a bird's left wing, and a mutated head of some kind.

That's a Gigandeath Heaven.

"Aw poop." I slumped before the Gigandeath fired it's stinger at the ceiling, destroying it and making the debris rain. The audience screamed and braced themselves for the impacts as the Gigandeath flew out of the theater. Having none of it, I, somehow, whistled through my helmet, signaling two Den-Liner cars to come out through a portal above the audience, the leading one resembling my current Den-Kamen.

That's the Den-Liner Ikazuchi.

The Ikazuchi drove in a circle, shielding the audience from the debris, much to their relief. Fortunately, no debris has managed to seal the exits.

I boarded the Den-Bird before turning to Hannah. "Evacuate the area. The Gigandeath may have taken to the skies, but I'd rather not take any chances."

Snapping out of her awestruck trance, Hannah nodded before picking up her microphone and looking at the audience. "You heard the superhero! Scram!" Eventually, everyone evacuated the theater.

I jumped Den-Bird up to land on the top of Ikazuchi before pressing the green buttons. This summoned a dragon-like head from Ikazuchi with me on top and a tail from the rear of the train.

I took off after the Gigandeath, countering it's stingers with Ikazuchi's blasts and the Den-Gasher. I managed to shoot one of the wings, resulting in a screech of pain as the Gigandeath falls.

Aiming to finish it, I stood up and aimed the Den-Gasher towards the Gigandeath with both me and Ikazuchi charging up a blast. With the pull of a trigger, me and Ikazuchi sent blue energy beams at the Gigandeath, making Heaven explode in its final defeat with everyone cheering below.

~End Theme~

Seeing a news copter coming up towards me, I drove Ikazuchi back to the Sands of Time.


The trio of friends are currently waiting for their parents to pick them up.

"He said it was the worst date of his life?" Miley, managing to sneak in and change attire, asks Oliver and Lilly about what Josh told them. "Really?" Miley frowned.

"I'm sorry." Lilly sincerely apologizes while looking down.

"Did he say anything else?" Miley sighed.

"He also said Hannah Montana stinks and Kamen Rider Den-O rocks, but we decided to leave that out." Oliver answered while looking at Lilly for the last part, the blonde resisting the urge to pull an Omar again. "I mean, why hurt you any more than you already are by saying that you have some competition?"

Miley and Lilly blush at the implication. Oliver, noticing it, grimaced and walked away to search alone, thanking God that Omar didn't come or hear it, knowing his dislike of same-sex couples.

"Achoo!"

Speak of the devil…

(P.O.V Change)

I rubbed my nose after that random sneeze. After the fight, Ryutaros and I separated and came back through discreet means to avoid suspicion since no one saw us, as ourselves, leaving.

"I cannot believe I just blew it." I heard Miley say sadly. Looking around, I see Miley and Lilly sitting on a bus stop bench.

Where's Josh and Oliver?

I walked towards them and stood behind the bench. "You blew what?" I questioned, getting the girls to jump at my sudden appearance.

"Jesus Christ, Omar!" Lilly yelled at me, trying to calm her heart. "How long were you standing there?" Miley copies Lilly's actions.

"Long enough to hear you say you blew something." I answered while rubbing the back of my neck. In response, Miley and Lilly look at each other and sigh in relief. "Speaking of blowing, where's Oliver and Josh? Did they blow you off or something?"

"Oliver left?" Lilly blinks in confusion while looking around. "He was here a second ago."

Miley shrugs helplessly before looking down. "As for Josh…" Miley sighed. "He found out something about me and didn't like it."

"And called it the worst date of his life." Lilly chimed in, earning a glare from the brunette.

"Well, that's gotta be the loss of his life." I bluntly stated, earning a surprised look from the girls. "Look Miley, don't even think about changing anything just so someone you like can like you back." I look at Miley somewhat sternly, ignoring the sensation I felt in our previous conversation. "Someday, you'll find someone who likes the whole package."

Miley stayed silent for a few moments before smiling. "Thanks, Omar." Miley suddenly hugs me, catching me off-guard. "You always know what to say."

Shrugging, I hug back. "Sometimes it just comes to me." I feel my phone ring. Reluctantly letting go, I look at the caller I.D. "Sorry, gotta take this." Walking away from Miley, I answer the phone. "Hey, Momotaros, what're you calling for?"

"Hey Omar, I'm driving over to the stadium to pick you and Gaki up and before you ask why I didn't ask telepathically, it's so you can have an alibi in case someone asks you who's picking you up and how'd you know." Momotaros explained as I nod in agreement before recalling my conversation with the girls.

I mischievously grinned. "Hey Momotaros, remember that prankster gang that owes you a favor?"


Omarnosian10: Whew, sorry again for the delay folks.

Omar: Don't worry about the next chapter being delayed. The author actually has it planned out and not leaping without looking.

Omarnosian10: *rolls eyes* And you have Generalhyena

Generalhyna: IT'S HYNA!

Omar: What she said.

Omarnosian10: –to thank for the next few chapters being planned. SMOKEBOMB!


In a dark and shallow space, seemingly a hideout, four figures stand in front of the TV, showing Den-O's battle with the Butterfly Imagin and Gigandeath Heaven.

"If it wasn't for Malibu having it's own Kamen Rider, the entire male populace might've been dominated by the butterfly creature. In other news–"

Before the TV could continue, one of the shadowed figures fired a blast of energy at the TV, destroying it in a miniature explosion.

"This is quite troubling, boss." The shadowed figure with red eyes set in a glare commented, sounding like Michael Gough.

"Indeed." The shadowed figure with no visible eyes nodded, sounding like Jeff Glen Bennett.

"What should we do about thisss, bosss?" The shadowed figure with a yellow visor hissed, sounding like Tim Curry.

The shadowed figure with three red eyes closed them and remained silent in thought. After a moment or two, he spoke, sounding like Michael Rosenbaum. "Nothing."

"Nothing?!" The third figure gasped before purple smoke consumed them. As it dissipated, two new figures took place.

"Thisss 'Kamen Rider' isss ssstationed right here, where we have our main opsss!" The new figure with the pale yellow visor declared, sounding like Jafar.

"If he findsss us, we're doomed!" The other pale yellow eyed figure yelled, sounding like Zigzag.

The three-eyed figure shifted their gaze to the two halves. "We do not know much about this new Kamen Rider. While there are a few in Boston and one in San Francisco with the potential to destroy the world, this Rider has only recently appeared. Until we can gather more information about this Rider, it is best that we continue our operations as discreetly as possible." The three-eyed figure glared at all the other figures. "Have we reached an understanding?"

The four figures glanced at each other before nodding as they left their boss alone.

Sensing no one nearby, the three-eyed figure snorted fire, revealing his outline to be wearing a kimono, before his eyes glowed. "Soon, we will be reunited… brother."