OMAKE 3

Shinichi stood in the middle of the burning village. Houses and fields were on fire. The school and Irie's clinic were gone too, destroyed within the sea of flames.

And the one responsible…was himself.

Shinichi was staring at his mirror image but his doppelganger was dressed in a black turtleneck t-shirt with a gold hawk on the front with the letters 'GS' and black pants along with black boots. On his left sleeve was XIII in blood red lettering.

"Did you do all this!?" shouted Shinichi. His double nodded. "Who…who are you!?" demanded Shinichi.

"Kuro Juusan…BLACK 13."

Shinichi froze. "No…you shouldn't exist! I made sure of it!"

"As long as you exist, I will always exist," BLACK 13 informed Shinichi. His belt formed. "Henshin."

"Henshin! Let's Ride: Showa!" Shinichi called and the two identical boys transformed into their Rider forms. Showa faced BLACK 13 angrily before charging straight for him. He threw a straight punch but BLACK 13 dodged the strike and then slammed his fist into the side of Showa's head, sending him rolling along the ground. Showa rose up to his knees and called, "Let's Ride: ZX!"

But nothing happened.

"Huh? My powers!" Showa cried out.

"They won't work for you, fake," said BLACK 13. "Let's Ride: ZX." BLACK 13 assumed the form of Kamen Rider ZX, clad in a black and red suit with green eyes in his red helmet and a green scarf hanging from his neck.

BLACK 13 dashed towards Showa and slammed a kick into Showa's chest, sending him flying backwards. He then followed Showa as the Rider dropped. He began kicking Showa repeatedly in the ribs. Kneeling down, he grabbed Showa by the ankle and stood back up, holding Showa by the ankle as Showa hung limply.

"Weak," said BLACK 13 coldly before he smashed Showa down on the ground, hard enough to make a crater on impact. He then let go and prepared to finish Showa off. He raised his leg and performed a heel kick that would smash Showa's head to...

Shinichi woke up with a start. He trembled in his futon, his hands clutching his blanket tightly. "No…" he uttered in horror.

Shinichi was quiet the whole day. He was quiet at breakfast and quiet at school. He didn't join his friends for lunch nor joined the club meeting. He barely said a word. After school he just left, driving off on his Showa-Racer without a word.

Rena decided to see what was wrong. She knew where to find him. He was at their special place.

She found him sitting on the roof of their van. He was juggling rocks. He wasn't doing a good job as he kept dropping them, forcing him to pick them up and try again.

"Shin-kun?"

Startled by her voice, he dropped the rocks but some fell on his head. "Ow…"

"Shin-kun, are you okay?" Rena asked.

"I'm fine," he answered evenly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're not acting like yourself," she replied. She climbed onto the roof to sit next to him but he scooted away from her. "Shin-kun?"

"You shouldn't care about me," he told her.

"What? What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'm just a thing," he answered, staring down at his hands. "A creation…a freak." Dr. Gebok hadn't lied about him. He knew it was true. He held those memories and he hated them. "I wish I never remembered!" He clenched his fists tight.

Rena felt like crying as she watched his anguish. He was punishing himself deep inside. "Shin-kun…" she said tentatively, "You're scaring me…"

"You should be," he warned, his indigo eyes meeting hers. "I'm a monster created to kill and destroy! It's my nature! Nothing can change that!" He began to cry. "I'm…nothing…"

He was caught off guard by the warm touch of Rena's hand against his cheek. Her warmth was calming him. His heart fluttered when he felt her soft thumb wipe away one of his tears.

"You think you're trash, don't you Shin-kun?" she questioned with a compassionate smile and caring eyes. He met her gaze hesitantly, shame making his face hot.

"I am trash," he answered in a choked-up voice.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled downward gently and found that the side of his head had come into contact with something very soft: Rena's lap. The sun was finally setting, casting an orange-golden glow on the mountains of garbage that winked in the sun's light. "If you're trash," she said, barely above a whisper, "Then you're Rena's treasure."

She affectionately patted his head. He felt more relaxed as the seconds past. Just what was he worried about anyway? He forgot already. Being here with Rena…just made him forget about all his troubles.

He was trash…and as trash he was her treasure…her treasure…

"I love you, Rena-chan."

"I love you too, Shin-kun."