"What is with her asking to meet up in an apartment?" Michinaga growled.

Beroba usually meets with him not the other way around. This is the first time she's asked to meet with him at a specific location.

"Door with green and red marks…" Michinaga looked at the door trying to find the specific door he was instructed to find.

Michinaga eventually found it and approached the door when he took notice of the nameplate.

"Sakurai"

"Could she…"

Michinaga simply knocked on the door, and lo and behold the one who opened it was Tycoon himself. The other rider didn't greet him or anything, he just opened his palm, as if he was asking for payment for entry.

"Ha?"

"Your ID core."

"And why would I give you that?" Michinaga glared at Tycoon, hoping that the other man would cower under his glare.

"Look, you're here to plan for the demise of every Kamen Rider in existence, Berobaa-san is already inside waiting, if you want to continue glaring at me, feel free, but I don't have that much time on my hands, unlike you, I've been dead for days, so I have to explain why I disappeared to everyone else, including my place of work."

Michinaga simply clicked his tongue and handed Tycoon his ID core, who simply put it on a nearby table. The table already had two of those trinkets the supporters use to transform and he can see that Beroba's trinket was already there."

"Why is she here anyway?"

"You're looking at the guy she resurrected after you got your wish."

"She revived you?"

"Does that surprise you?"

Michinaga simply clicked his tongue and removed his shoes at the genkan.

"She wants to see suffering, and she already topped it off with what she did to Neon-chan, the next thing is she wants to see me suffer, so here I am."

"You're completely blasé about everything."

"Once you find out what's after death, Michinaga-san, nothing is shocking anymore."

"Micchi! Glad you could come!"

"Micchi?"

"Meet Kekera-san, Micchi, he's Tycoon's and Hakubi's supporter."

"So you're the one that resurrected, Tycoon."

"Micchi, play nice, Kekera-san and I have a deal."

"Figures," Michinaga clicked his tongue. "So, why are we meeting here of all places?"

"It's not fun seeing Tycoon so unimpressed about everything." Beroba pouted. "His sister was fun for a few days but she also learned to be unimpressed with everything, like her brother."

"They do share the same blood." Kekera chuckled.

"Is this another form of torture for you, Beroba?" Michinaga scoffed.

"How is it torture if the one you're torturing isn't even reacting." Beroba pouted even more.

"Berobaa-san, Kekera-san, would you like the same dish as last night?"

"Sure thing, Tycoon."

"Cook away, Keiwa my boy."

"What about you, Michinaga-san?"

"And you cook for them too, how? Why?"

"I owe them my life?" Tycoon rolled his eyes.

"So?"

"So, what?"

"Gaaah!"

"Micchi! Your reactions are priceless!" Beroba laughed as she watched Michinaga struggle to process the information he's been bombarded with.

Michinaga couldn't handle it any longer and charged at Tycoon, holding the collar of his shirt, and slammed him to the wall.

"Alright, that's enough of that!"

A frying pan hit Michinaga's head, forcing him to grab his head to ease the pain, releasing Tycoon from his hold.

"I'm home."

"You're home early, nee-chan."

"I just took this month's sick leave so I can better prepare myself for whatever Baa-san might throw at us."

"You want to spar?"

"I'll be in your care, sensei."

That was the first time Michinaga has seen Tycoon smile during the day.

Michinaga shook whatever thoughts were entering his head, all Kamen Riders are selfish and need to be destroyed.

"So what's the Jamashin doing here?" Hakubi asked her brother.

"To plan our deaths." Tycoon shrugged.

"You both aren't really fazed by anything now, are you?"

"Michinaga-san, you still haven't given me what you would like to eat." Tycoon went back to the kitchenette. "Would you prefer a gyudon then?"

"Ha? You're still on that?"

"Did being a Jamato hybrid remove your need for food?"

"He's not a Jamato hybrid anymore, which is a shame."

"Shut up."

"Gyudon it is."

"Oi! Don't decide for yourself!"

"I would love some Gyudon, Keiwa!"

"Oi!"

"Oi, why do they get to decide what they want to eat and I don't!"

"I gave you the chance to give me your answer, Michinaga-san, and you didn't."

"You will eat what's on the table, right, Azuma-kun?"

"Fine."

"That's a good boy."

"Haaa!"

"Between the three of us, she's the eldest, or are you above respecting your elders, Jamashin-sama?"