OMAKE 7

Kamen Rider Chrome: Now for this 7th Omake, let's explore another concept. Kid Riders. You've seen Wataru and Asumu in Decade. What if we made Showa a little kid? He'd be cute, though.

Rika Furude, Satoko Hojo and Hanyuu Furude were three little girls, living alone in a house near the Furude Shrine. They all went to the same school together in their village of Hinamizawa. They were a small community so the school only had one classroom, one teacher and they had a mix of students of various grade levels. They had grade schoolers, middle schoolers and high schoolers all in one classroom. The older students would sometime help the younger students with their studies.

Now, it'd been a year since the Hinamizawa Disaster was prevented. Many times before, in other worlds, the disaster had taken place causing the death of all the villagers. It'd all been started by Miyo Takano who was obsessed to prove her grandfather's research was true and she didn't care who she had to sacrifice. Fortunately, Rika and her loyal friends were able to defeat her and save the village. They became famous for being Hinamizawa's heroes.

Today, of course, they were going to find a new hero.

The three girls found him sitting against the wall of their house. He was covered in blood and looked both weak and injured. He was their age with indigo hair that had two strands of it sticking out like antennae. His breathing was shallow, but that was enough to tell them he was alive and not a dead body. It was not 'Oyashiro-sama's Curse' at work.

"We better call Dr. Irie," said Rika. "Satoko, Hanyuu, stay here with him."

The mysterious boy regained consciousness and opened his eyes. The blood on him had been cleaned off and his clothes had been disposed off, leaving him in a pair of shorts. He had bandages around his torso and arms as well as head. He looked up and saw a white ceiling.

"Where…am I?" he asked.

"Oh, glad to see you awake," said Dr. Irie kindly. "Rika-chan, Satoko-chan, Hanyuu-chan, your friend is awake."

The young boy saw the three girls and blushed. They were really cute, especially the bluenette with long hair.

"These girls found you," said Dr. Irie. "You were really malnourished so I had to give you an IV and you were covered in cuts and bruises, and blood."

"Blood?" the boy uttered.

Rika looked at the boy. Something was wrong. "What's your name?"

The boy stared back. "What?"

"Your name. What's your name?" she repeated her inquiry.

"I…my name is…" the boy clutched his head, "My name is…" He was drawing a blank. "I…can't remember…"

"Amnesia," Dr. Irie reasoned. "You did have a concussion when I examined you."

"You mean he's lost his memories?" asked Satoko.

"That's right, Satoko-chan," said Dr. Irie. "I'll call the police and make a missing persons report. For now, let him stay here."

"I do remember something," the boy said. "Black…and…13."

"Kuro…Juusan," Hanyuu repeated. "Hey, that can be your name!"

"Hanyuu!" Rika snapped. Kuro Juusan? That wasn't a name.

"Actually, I like it," said the boy, now dubbed Kuro Juusan. That would be his name. It was better than being nameless or being called 'John Doe' which was the moniker given to unidentified males. "Kuro Juusan. My name is Kuro Juusan."

Rika looked to Dr. Irie and asked, "Dr. Irie, is it okay if Kuro-kun comes and stay with us when he gets discharged?"

"Are you sure? He is a boy," said Dr. Irie.

"He looks harmless enough," said Rika.

One Month Later…

"Kuro-kun, wake up! Wake up and roll up your futon or else we can't have breakfast!" Hanyuu said, shaking the boy awake.

"Ugh…five more minutes," he groaned.

Hanyuu sighed. "Rika? Satoko?" The two girls flanked her and then they grabbed the futon. "Pull!" They pulled the futon and Kuro went rolling out of it, hitting the cupboard.

"Ow!" Kuro flinched, rubbing the back of his head where he'd hit the cupboard, "Girls, come on! Can't you be gentle?"

"Well, we could splash you with a bucket of cold water," Satoko suggested.

"Don't. You. Dare," Kuro warned.

"Go and wash up, Kuro-kun," said Rika. "We've already taken a bath. Now its your turn."

"Hai, hai, Rika-chama," Kuro gave a mock salute as he got up and dragged himself to the bathroom, taking a towel along the way.

Kuro Juusan had been living in the house with the three girls for a month. He really had nowhere else to go and Dr. Oishi was still unable to find anyone who knew about him or could identify him. Rika basically took the stranger in like she had Satoko.

Kuro wasn't a freeloader at all either. He would help out around the house like doing the laundry (he stayed away from the girls' underwear) and sweeping the floor. It was his way of thanking them for giving him a place to stay.

Kuro got ready for school after his bath, putting on a white buttoned up shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, black pants and finally a red scarf around his neck. Now that he was dressed, he joined the three girls for breakfast. He shuddered a bit, knowing what was going to happen when he went to school. On the first day of his enrollment he nearly got kidnapped by Rena Ryuugu. That girl scared him to death sometimes. Since then, every time the older girl laid eyes on him, she would try and kidnap him.

Kuro had befriended his classmates but his closest friends were the Hinamizawa Gaming Club. Satoko, Hanyuu and Rika were members, along with a few older kids. Rena was among the older kids, along with Keiichi Maebara and Shion and Mion Sonozaki. Mion was the 'supreme leader' of the Gaming Club.

"I hope Rena-san doesn't come today," said Kuro fearfully.

"You can only dream," said Rika. "Nothing can stop her from getting anything cute. We were barely able to stop him."

"I just know she has another Kuro Capture Plan up her sleeves," said Kuro. "I see it in those eyes of hers."

"Why don't you trim off those antennae?" suggested Rika, pointing at Kuro's hair. Every time he spoke or moved around, his twin ahoge would bob up and down.

The twin ahoge were also what made him look cute in Rena's eyes.

"I am not going to sacrifice them," Kuro frowned.

"Then you'll be facing a Rena ambush for the rest of your life," Rika shrugged.

"Omochikaeri!!!"

"Ryuugu-san, put Juusan-kun down now or else I'll give you detention!" warned Chie-sensei.

"Can I keep him with me?" Rena asked hopefully, still holding he hapless boy.

"No!"

"Aw…"

Mion chuckled as Rena put Kuro down and returned to her seat. "That never gets old," said Mion.

It was an intense game as Kuro and Mion stared each other day. Every day, after school, the Gaming Club would come together and play games. Right now, it was Kuro and Mion, one on one.

They were the only ones left. Everyone had finished. It was just the two of them now.

"Do you have any threes?" Kuro asked. Mion grumbled and handed all her threes to Kuro. He grinned and put them with his hand before slapping them on the table. "Done!"

"No…!!!" Mion moaned in despair. At card games, Kuro's luck was just so amazing.

"Now, for your punishment game!" Kuro declared, "You will wash all my dirty underwear!"

"Watanagashi?" Kuro asked as he walked home with his friends.

"It's this weekend too," said Mion. She teased, "I bet you can't wait to see Rika and Hanyuu dressed up as mikos."

"They will look so cute!!!" Rena gushed. "Oh, I wanna take them home!!!"

Kuro looked at the girl strangely. However, he had seen Rika try out her miko outfit. She did look cute.

Kuro did have a crush on Rika, but compared to her, head of the Furude Clan, he was a nobody without a past. He wasn't good enough for her.

The day of the festival was full of activity. Kuro was dragged out of bed by his housemates so he could have his first taste of the village's exclusive annual festival.

"OK, gang!" Mion announced, "Let's eat, eat, eat until we can't eat no more! First stop is the yakisoba!"

To Mion, the festival meant competitions between them all. They ranged from eating contests and even playing at the game stalls.

Rika and Hanyuu had left the group to be prepared for their dance which would take place in front of the Furude shrine. Kuro had won teddy bears for Rika and Hanyuu at the shooting gallery, hoping to give them to the girls when the night was over.

When the dance began, Kuro watched as Hanyuu and Rika, holding ceremonial hoes, brought their tools down on a mattress and scratching at the surface to reveal the cotton. He was entranced by their gracefulness but he was not surprised. She was always so graceful in his opinion.

However, the amnesiac kept feeling a cold chill run up his spine. It was a feeling he could not ignore.

At the river, the villagers would send their pieces of cotton drifting. However, tonight, things would play out quite differently than expected.

He saw them, dark figures, coming out of the darkness. They resembled humans, but their entire bodies were colored black with empty eyes and mouths. They were moaning as they dragged themselves towards the panicking villagers.

Kuro, however, was fixed to the spot. Despite the cries of his friends, he did not run. Instead, he decided to fight!

A black belt with a red crystal in the buckle formed around his waist and he began to move his arms around, as if he was performing a kata. He then called out a single word, "Henshin!"

His belt buckle released an intense crimson flash which caused the dark creatures to back away in fear. When the crimson light died down, Kuro was replaced by a different figure.

He was taller now, the height of an adult, and wearing a skintight white bodysuit. On his chest, back and shoulders was black armor with the number 13 stamped on his right shoulder. Black armor ran down his arms and legs, stopping at his elbows and knees respectively. He wore black gloves that went up to his elbows and also boots that went up to his knees. His helmet was black with a silver mouthplate and large red eyes. Sticking out from his forehead was a pair of insect antennae.

He had become Kamen Rider Kuro.

"Oi, let's do this," said Kuro as he cracked his knuckles. Although his body had changed, he still had the voice of a child. He charged at the monsters and began to bash them around. They weren't fast or very powerful, so they went down easily as struck them down one by one.

However, when these creatures…these Darklings began to pile up onto one another, that was when Kuro would face an even bigger challenge as their bodies fused together.

They had become a huge Darkloid which resembled an Oni mask with arms and legs. It opened its mouth and shot out fireballs at Kuro who dodge-rolled out of the way as they exploded along the ground. He then charged at the Oni Darkloid and when in range he began to bash it with violent punches. The Oni Darkloid lashed out but Kuro jumped and landed on its arm. He then ran along the length of the arm before kicking the monster upside the head. The Darkloid was knocked down.

Kuro glared at the Darkloid and then got down on one knee before slamming his palm down upon the ground. He then took to the air, leaping high and above the Darkloid. He then dropped down, extending both his legs as he aimed at the Darkloid. The heels of his boots glowed with crackling red energy. When his attack connected there was a huge explosion.

Kuro walked out of the flames, satisfied that he'd defeated the monster. He looked at his hands as his body flashed red. He shrank back down to normal, his armor leaving him.

"Game Over," Kuro finished, snapping his fingers. He then saw all the eyes on him. "Oh…crud."

KR Chrome: Well, that's that for the omake. Whaddya think of this what if situation?