Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider, or the Tournament Kamen Rider story, but I do own the characters that I donated to it… at least, I think I do.

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Roy Otoya sighed as he reflected on the conversation that he had just had with his mother.

"I don't want you entering that tournament," she had said. "You're only seventeen!"

"I'm going to turn eighteen on the day that the tournament officially starts," Roy had replied, dejectedly.

There probably won't even be any belts left by then anyway, Roy thought as he clicked on the link to his favorite chat room.

He grinned as he saw that KRGarren, one of his online friends, was on. He avoided looking at own screen name. When he had been signing up for the site, his mom had insisted on choosing his password and screen name. She was a little too overprotective.

"Hey, Safety1st," KRGarren typed.

Roy grimaced. His mom had said that the name was supposed to remind him to be careful. All it did was annoy him really.

"Hey, Garren," Roy typed back.

"What did your mom say?" Garren asked.

Roy leaned back in his chair. He reached for the keyboard to reply, only for another line of text to blink up on the screen.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah," Roy replied. "She wants to go to college and graduate and everything instead of entering the tournament this year. I think she's hoping that that will distract me long enough that I'll just forget to ever enter."

"Boy, I'm glad my mom isn't like that," Garren said.

"Guess I'll just have to wait," Roy typed.

"Or…"

"Or what?" Roy typed.

"You could just sign up anyway!" Garren typed.

"What?!" Roy exclaimed aloud and then typed back. "I can't do that! She'd kill me!"

"You should do what you want, man," Roy read. "No one has the right to run your life, not even your mom."

Roy tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. He glanced at his closed door and sighed. He typed a quick goodbye to Garren and then glanced around, wandering how he could sneak out of the house without his mom noticing.

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It was early morning; Roy had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night after grabbing a few things. He wondered if his mom had woken up and found him gone. She would probably call the police right away, more then likely assuming that he had been kidnapped. He knew that she probably wouldn't be able to believe that he had run away.

He spotted the registration building for the tournament up ahead and broke into a run. He skidded to a stop outside of the booth. "Hi, I'm here for the tournament."

The women in the booth glared down at him. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," he replied.

She looked at him in disbelief. Roy hated being short.

"I really am, or I will be in…," he checked his watch. "three hours and twenty-two minutes."

"Do you have any forms of identification?" she asked coldly.

Roy quickly dug them out of his backpack and the woman passed him a form to fill out. Once, he was finished with that, he passed it back to her. She quickly looked it over and then passed him a metal briefcase.

"Hey, don't I get to choose my belt?" he asked.

"That's the only one we have left," she replied indifferently.

Roy walked over and sat down at the one of the benches, snapping the briefcase open and frowning as he saw the belt inside. It didn't look very flashy. It was color white and black. The buckle had four different color buttons on the side, a red glass symbol in the middle. A rectangular object was also in the case. Roy pulled it out and examined it briefly before placing it back in the case and closing it.

He walked to the nearby and sat down on a bench, opening the case again and pulling out the instruction manual. He looked up at the sound of footsteps to see two creatures approaching him. One of them was an imagin which resembled a dragon, while the other appeared to be human, until his skin took on the color and pattern of a stain-glassed window, morphing into a mouse fangire.

Roy jumped up and pulled the belt out of the suitcase, sling it around his waist. He glanced down at the instruction manual, having not read the directions for actually henshining yet. The dragon imagin spat a stream of fire at him. Roy jumped out of the way, but flung up his hands, letting go of the instruction manual. The manual dropped right into the path of the flames and was scorched black.

"Oh, no," Roy whined, turning and grabbing the rectangular object out of the suitcase. He held the object up and stammered. "Henshin!"

The two monsters chuckled as nothing happened.

Roy glanced down at the belt and pressed the button at the very top. The belt beeped and played a short melody. The dragon imagin charged at him and Roy ducked under its arm, lowering and moving the hand that he held the rider pass in over the belt buckle as he did.

"Nega Form!" the belt announced.

"Henshin!" Roy shouted as the Plate form armor appeared on him, followed by armor which resembled that of Den-o's sword form. The armor attached and turned a shade of purple, green tribal markings appearing on it as a peach shaped visor slid over Roy's helmet and split in half to form eyes.

"All right!" Roy exclaimed before being slashed in the chest by the mouse fangire and then punched by the dragon imagin and being sent flying through the air.

Roy slammed into a tree and fell to the ground; he groaned and pushed himself up, facing his two opponents. "Boku sanjou!"

He grabbed the components of the Nega Dengasher and began assembling them. They reminded him of the puzzles that he liked to play with. He held up the Dengasher in gun mode and pointed it at the two monsters. He squeezed the trigger, firing a barrage of bullets at them.

The more armored dragon imagin charged at him, growling as the bullets hit it repeatedly. Nega Den-o ducked around it as it tried to slash at him. Roy removed the barrel from the gun and tossed it into the air, blocking a punch from the mouse fangire as he did and kicking it back, before removing the gun's handle and tossing that into the air. He separated the two pieces that he still had and then stacked them on top of each other, elbowing the dragon imagin as it tried to sneak up behind him. The handle fell back down and Roy caught it, attaching it to the bottom. He jumped into the air as the two monsters slashed at him. The two missed and instead hit each other. Nega Den-o flipped in the air, the last piece of the dengasher falling down and somehow landing and attaching to the rest of the weapon, forming the sword mode.

Nega Den-O spun around and slashed the sword across both of the creatures; he slashed them both one more time, before stepping forward and slashing at the imagin. He kicked the imagin, sending it stumbling back and then spun around and blocked a swing from the fangire's sword, before slashing at it and knocking the sword out of its hand. He heard a roar from the dragon imagin and jumped out of the way, a blast of fire shooting past him and hitting the mouse fangire.

Roy leapt and rider kicked the dragon imagin's chest, knocking it back. He grabbed his rider pass from off the back of the belt and swiped it over the set touch.

"Full Charge!"

"Boku no Hissatsu Waza! Version A!" Roy shouted, as an arc of energy shot up to the bottom of the sword, the blade glowing brightly. He charged at the dragon imagin and slashed at it, the sword went straight through the creature's thick hide.

The imagin groaned and stumbled back, before exploding.

The mouse fangire gasped and then turned to run away.

"You aren't going anywhere!" Roy shouted as he swiped the rider pass over the set touch again.

"Full Charge!"

"Boku no Hissatsu Waza! Version B!" Another arc of energy, entered the sword, the blade shot off, hovering into the air, a stream of electricity knocking it to the rest of the sword.

Roy swung the sword, the hovering blade following the movement and slamming into the fangire's back. He slashed at it twice more before the fangire stopped moving and lost all distinguishable features, becoming a stain glassed statue.

Nega Den-o unclipped his belt, his armor dissolving. Roy knelt down and picked up a stone, tossing it at the fangire. The glass figure shattered apart as the stone hit it.

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So, that's how I became Kamen Rider Nega Den-o. I did call my mom eventually. She was all worried about me and wanted me to quit and come home, but I did my best to explain that I couldn't. I hope she's doing okay.

Anyway, I've seen some other guys that used Den-o buckles. I wonder how powerful they are…