Hey, well first off I wanna thank all the people that are following this… now. After all the… I swear I'm gonna derp at some point doing this. Oh wait, I already have.

So huge arigatou to: 0verdramatic, Anime-tv-manga-books, EagleAce11, LoriEchelon, Petra Ferreira, RockChickwrites, Rushering4Life, jamesmaslowlover, kames all the way, lizzie wars, the Kenamesrett, thefireinourlives, and xScreamingFromBehindTheVeilx for the follows and/or reviews. And I didn't forget about you, Arise my Seamen! Thank you so much dah-ling! You wanted action, you got it! I hope you all find this chapter… SUBARASHII!

And since no one got the answer to the question in chapter one: here's the answer. Timmy Turner, Rikku, and Ms. Collins are all played by the fabulously talented Tara Strong! Yeah, she's in EVERYTHING. Hope I can meet her at a convention one day and… I would have NO idea what I'd want her to sign.

Also, yeah, this is a crossover with a lot of things, but for the most part Space High School… which is Kamen Rider Fourze. Go check that show out because… SPACE IS AWESOME! Also, the cast is notorious for making … dat face.

Just a few notes: all the italicized words are supposed to be in Japanese, but since I figured most people wouldn't understand what the I was trying to say (not to mention I'd probably butcher it), it's in English. Pretend… it's Japanese… with subtitles.

Anyways, without further ado:

Stage 4 - Evolvin' Storm

Kendall lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. His first day at his new school had taken a strange turn. He sighed, pulling up the covers over his chest, his thoughts wandering back towards the day's events. Making friends with Carlos, Logan… and James. Where could he even begin with James? He was talented, fit, had a gorgeous smile and seemed totally into Kendall. Except right before the air conditioner freak out (what the rink staff called it) where the other boy's entire demeanor had changed. He'd become cryptic, colder, completely different from the warm, playful side he'd seen that evening. Kendall sighed, closing his eyes. Then there was those visions, images of him and James being intimate that flashed through his mind when he was around the other male. Something was strange about them, other than the fact that he was having them. The guy he'd seen himself kissing, holding him, whispering to him looked and sounded just like James… except somehow, Kendall's gut told him that it couldn't be.

The next day, it was back to school. Kendall walked into Ms. Collins homeroom, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed him. Carlos greeted him with a huge smile.

"What's going on?" Kendall asked, putting his bag down and sliding into the seat.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Carlos smirked. "Word is that you and the captain had a … close encounter last night."

"Oh." Kendall said, then did a double take, face red. "Wait, what?"

"There are these things that started appearing recently." Carlos said in a scary voice. "Some say it's aliens. Others say it's ghosts. I say… the zombie apocalypse is coming!"

"Dude… what?" Kendall blinked, confused..

"Oh, guess you don't know." Carlos said, voice normal, but still excited. "This town has a couple urban legends, and you and James apparently experienced one last night! The story goes that if you're blonde, you might get kidnapped by these white faced ghosts… never to be heard from again."

"Carlos, that's ridiculous." Kendall said with a laugh, though the images of the white faces and dark eyes flashed through his mind. He bit his lip.

"It's true!" Carlos argued. "It's been happening for years! The bodies are never found."

"Is there a reason for these 'ghosts' kidnapping blondes?"

"Hrmn… not really sure about that. There's a lot of versions of the story, but I think it had something to do with a suicide a long time ago." Carlos said, slapping his helmet on and winked. "Don't worry Kendall, I'll protect you!"

"Thanks." Kendall said, facing forward again, heart racing a bit. Blondes getting kidnapped and never being heard from again? Ghosts? There was no way any of that supernatural stuff could be real. Yet after last night's events, Kendall wasn't so sure anymore.

He spent the rest of homeroom, staring at Timmy's pink hat, doodling and writing random words in his notebook. Logan's song from yesterday echoing in his head. Without realizing it, his pencil had written a J and a K inside a heart. Crap. He slammed his notebook shut just as the bell rang. As he stood up to leave for his first class, art, he vaguely heard Ms. Collins announce that all students should go straight to their classes and not dilly dally in the halls for their safety.

"OK, so today we're going to take a trip to the gallery for our next project." The art teacher, Ms. Wainwright announced, pausing next to Kendall's desk to drop off the assignment rubric. "Don't worry about parental permission Kendall, your mother was made aware of the field trip when you transferred."

Kendall shrugged and glanced at the paper handed to him. His gaze shifted to James, who was also in the class, but James seemed more interested the view outside the window than anything else. He tried getting the brunette's attention, which earned him a cold icy glare. He sighed, and Kendall's gaze fell on Tomoko, who was now clutching what looked like a styrofoam takeout box in her hand. The girl looked up, her dark eyes darting in his direction, giving Kendall a smirk before tucking the container back into her bag and returning to her tablet.

'Pick one work of art in the museum. Write a two page paper, double spaced, about the history of the art style. Then create an original work, using the techniques and mediums you discovered from your research. Pencil drawings will not be allowed…. yada yada yada...'

"It's a cake assignment." Camille said, as she walked next to Kendall on the way to the art gallery. "Wainwright gives it at least once a semester. I swear at this rate, I'm going to be well versed in every style of art that gallery contains."

"It seems simple enough." Kendall said as they reached the gallery, a stucco L-shaped building that was right next to the school's gym. As they entered, James quickly brushed past them and disappeared down one of the hallways.

"Geez, what is that guy's problem?" Kendall glared after him, completely confused by James' hot and cold behavior.

"Oh, James?" Camille said thoughtfully. "People are saying that you two were getting pretty close at the rink last night."

"I guess. But the way he's treating me now makes me think that he was just playing around." Kendall said slowly. He wanted to know what James' problem was with him, especially after all the flirting that he was 100 percent sure was flirting that happened on the ice last night. He pointed in the direction James had disappeared off to.

"What sort of exhibits are that way?"

"Paintings. Watercolors and oils. Sculptures. Mostly done by local artists." Camille replied as they walked off together down the hall.

For such a small town, the collection of pieces the gallery had was quite impressive. Some were on loan from other museums, but Kendall couldn't help but stop and stare at some of the pieces done by local artists dating back to the late 1800s.

While he and Camille looked at and contemplated possible project ideas, he kept his eyes peeled for James, but the pretty boy was nowhere in sight. Kendall frowned as Camille talked about how she'd done pointillism once and how it took forever to finish. As he reached the far end of the room, his eyes fell on a small oil painting of a smiling boy. He moved closer to look, his jaw dropped. With the exception of the dated clothing, the painting's subject was a dead ringer for James.

"Camille!" Kendall called and the girl walked over.

"What's up?"

"This painting… doesn't it kinda look like… James?"

"Huh… now that you mention it, it does." Camille frowned, peering at the plaque beneath it.

K. Schmidt, 1905. Subject unknown.

Kendall looked around the room. They were at a dead end, and James was still nowhere to be seen. He looked hard at the painting, all the while feeling like he was being drawn into it. It was inviting, and seemed so familiar.

"Didn't James come down this way too?" Kendall asked nervously, not breaking eye contact with the painting.

"Did he?" Camille looked up from the painting, then got a silly grin. "Oh Kendall, I know what you're thinking."

"What?"

"That James is magically a painting come to life!" Camille laughed. "Come on now, that's just ridiculous. I've known him since pre-school!"

Kendall forced a laugh out. It was true, the thought had crossed his mind, but now that Camille said it like that, even he had to admit the idea was pretty silly.

"Though the ghosts showing up before you two… I dunno. What could that mean?" Camille wondered aloud.

"A fated meeting." A soft voice sounded from behind the two, causing them both to jump. Tomoko was standing behind them, clutching her tablet with a half smile on her face, eyes boring directly into Kendall's.

"Tomoko! When did you get here?" Camille gasped. The girl didn't reply and approached the painting, giving it a curious look. She tilted her head to Kendall.

"Things will change, whether you want them to or not. The mix of something new with something familiar creates experiences you can never forget." She said hauntingly before staring back at the painting, her right hand hovering over it.

"Uh, that's nice." Kendall said. "Hey Tomoko, have you seen James?"

Tomoko looked back at Kendall. "No, but I'm sure you'll see him. Oh, and be careful when you wish… on a star." And with that, she turned and walked off towards the exit.

"She's only been here a couple weeks. I'm guessing she was always like that though." Camille said. "So, wanna stick around and see if we can't find him?"

Kendall blushed. The painting stared back at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. "No. Just… forget it."

"All right." Camille said, tugging at her brown curls. "Well, I'm gonna head back. See you back at class?"

"Sure." Kendall waved as Camille walked off and turned his attention to the painting. The resemblance was uncanny, the two could have been twins. The artist had even gotten the eyes the exact same shade of hazel brown. The blonde shivered, remembering how close he'd been to those eyes last night. How James had been so happy and full of life and now… he just seemed like he didn't want anything to do with him. Kendall sighed, took one last glance at Schmidt's painting before heading down the hallway towards the exit after Camille.

About halfway down the corridor, Kendall spotted James leaning over a case, eyes staring intently at the contents. Cautiously, Kendall approached him from the side, seeing that James' gaze was locked on a ring with a orange stone set into it. The stone seemed to wink at him, surprising Kendall causing him to let out a yelp, alerting James to his presence.

"Hey…" Kendall said uncertainly as James' eyes locked with his. There it was again, that floating, out of body feeling. James hands were on his shoulders, eyes flashing orange, same as the color of the ring hanging from the chain around the brunette's neck. The room started to spin again, James being the only thing in focus as their lips moved closer, and closer until… a clawed hand grabbed Kendall's shoulder and ripped him away from James.

Kendall let out a yell and tried to pull himself free from the thing that grabbed him. The white ghost face, dark eyes, cloaked in black robes thing didn't flinch as Kendall punched and kicked at it. In a panic, Kendall looked back to where James was standing, frozen, glowing orange eyes boring into Kendall's frightened ones. More shadows that appeared to leak out of his body and rising up from the floor.

"Help! HELP! HELP!" he cried as the creature dragging him punched its way outside, right through the gallery wall. As he was pulled out of the building, Kendall felt something cold rush against him. A cloud of ice was blowing at them, blinding them both. Kendall felt the creature's grip loosen, and pulled free, tearing his shirt in the process. Suddenly, a human hand grabbed his.

"This way." Tomoko's voice echoed through the storm. He gripped the hand tightly and soon was out of the blizzard. He shook the ice out of his hair and looked around. Tomoko brushed the ice off her jacket quickly and ran over to a small white, hovering fan that was the source of the ice storm.

"That won't hold it for long! We have to go now!" She yelled, collecting the fan, which collapsed into the shape of a small ice cream cone. He nodded, and ran after her back towards the school grounds.

The two ran past several of the buildings, unnoticed because everyone else was in class. Tomoko lead Kendall into the main building and pulled him into one of the stairwells.

"You wanna tell me what's going on? What the heck was that? What's going on with James?!" Kendall panted, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't know why they're after you." Tomoko gasped. "But we're at an extreme disadvantage."

"Who… exactly are you?" Kendall asked as Tomoko began rummaging through her bag for her tablet.

"My name is Nozama Tomoko. I'm a member of the Kamen Rider club." She said, pulling out the device and activating the face time. "Kengo-san! Are you there?"

A crackle, static, and a girl with long hair wearing a headset appeared on screen with a worried look on her face.

"Tomoko-chan! Is everything OK?"

"Yuuki… The Dustards are multiplying at an alarming rate. Even with the super charge from the Hole, the Freeze switch is gonna have to recharge soon!" Tomoko said, holding up the ice cream cone, which crackled feebly.

"Dustards? Oh no, this is terrible!" Yuuki's face turned into full panic mode.

"Where's Kengo-san?" Tomoko asked.

"He's out with Gen-chan and JK on another case. Miu-senpai just left with Ran-chan to get food!" Yuuki replied, sounds of typing coming from the speakers.

"Do you have Meteor's ETA?" Kendall blinked, unable to understand what was going on in the conversation.

"No, there's too much interference in the area. Tomoko-chan, hang in there. I'm sure he'll be there in time! I…." Yuuki's voice was cut off and there was nothing but static.

"Well, what'd she say?" Kendall asked, unable to comprehend Japanese.

"That… oh no." Tomoko gasped, as a giggle echoed from above them. The creature from before along with a horde of white masked black ninjas, Dustards, were descending down upon them.

"One more time, please!" Tomoko held up Softonya and flipped a switch on the back. "SWITCH ON!"

[FREEZE ON]

A cloud of ice shot up the stairwell, slowing the Dustards down. Tomoko grabbed Kendall's hand and the two ran outside, only to be cornered by more Dustards.

"Oh this can't be good." Kendall moaned as the Dustards inside the building broke out of the ice storm, which had weakened into little bursts of cold air. Softonya was knocked aside by the largest Dustard, whose body began glowing with several points of light.

"The constellation… it's… Lyra." Tomoko gasped.

"Who cares about stars at a time like this?" Kendall yelled as the Dustards advanced closer to them, claws out. "We're so dead now!"

"No, we're not." Tomoko said bravely, putting her bag down and assuming a fighting stance. "I'll try to hold them off. When you see an opening, run for it."

Kendall nodded slowly. Tomoko intercepted the first Dustard and flipped it on it's back. The rest of them surged forward, surrounding the two. Tomoko managed to knock down another two before she was grabbed. A few seconds later, Kendall was being restrained as well.

"Well, that went well." Kendall said, shaking.

Tomoko shrugged, smiling, her eyes looking up at the sky.

"What's there to smile about?!" Kendall yelled as he was suddenly surrounded by glowing blue light. Red eyes flashed before him and he was moving fast, the feeling of flying, wind rushing through his hair as he was pulled by the light through the air away from the Dustards. When his feet finally touched the ground, the light dispersed, and he was well away from the group of Dustards, who were looking around confused as to where he'd disappeared to.

"You OK?" A new voice asked the blonde. Kendall turned to see Tomoko standing next to a being clad in shimmering black armor, accented with electric blue. Red eyes glowed on the helmet.

"I guess so." Kendall stammered as the Dustards, now aware of their location, began surrounding them.

"Stand back. I'll deal with these losers." The armored man said, pushing Kendall towards Tomoko.

"Who are you?" Kendall asked. The figure turned, red eyes flashing.

"Kamen Rider Meteor. Your fate is mine to decide."

To Be Continued...

Whoo… I blame the live show for that. Yoshizawa-san's face OMG. I can't even. And I ship GentarouxKengo. It's so real! Also, this chapter's title is Kamen Rider Meteor Storm's theme song by Everset. Go check it out! You might wanna start listening to it at the start of chapter 5! WE DO THIS!

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed it. Please review if you have the time. Also, Happy Turduckenpiepotatoeatinmahkitchen day! Yeah, I just totally … want all of that for Thanksgiving. #fattystatus