A/N: Not sure if the site would still put this fic invisible from my profile etc, but well... just enjoy. Cos I can't even check if this fic even getting any hits or being read by anyone since that function also seemed busted.

Also, I realised that despite posting both chapters 2 and 3 last night... the chapters oddly were unreadable even when chapter 1 finally popped out properly. So I had to delete both and repost it again, so hopefully that issue was fixed.

Keiwa frantically tried to push Ace away from him as the other man's grip on his neck and body remained strong. He felt his legs grow weak as Ace continued kissing him over and over and ravaging his mouth. It came to the point that Keiwa found himself feeling faint as Ace gently lowered his body towards the ground.

He gasped in between kisses as it felt like his every breath had been taken forcefully by the man who kept on kissing him. Was this how he was going to die? By having his lungs filled with thousands of flower petals and his last breaths being stolen by the most beautiful man he has ever set eyes on?

After what seemed like an eternity had passed, Ukiyo Ace finally pulled his face away from him. And the cheeky man even had the nerve to grin at him as mischievously.

"So... did you feel a lot better now?"

Keiwa blinked dumbly at the man who had kissed him intensely a few minutes earlier before realising something important. He could now breathe properly again without feeling the urge to cough his lungs out every few seconds!

How did that happen?

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Old man Tanba collapsed to the ground after a while as Kozue and Yoshiki helped the old man back to his feet. The two siblings, later on, helped Neon secure the main door to the chapel after finding some ropes and whatnot that were lying on the floor.

"Aah... I'm so sorry, Neon-chan," the old man let out a painful gasp. "As much as I am thankful for the help earlier, I don't think I'd be able to continue to fight with you any longer..."

Neon turned around to face the old man properly.

"Don't say things like that, Gramps. And the important thing now is for us to survive this round. Ace and Keiwa will definitely come back for us!"

The old man let out a mournful sigh. "But all I did in this round was to become a burden to all of you—!"

Neon knelt down towards the old man before shaking her head at him. "No, I never saw you as being a burden to me. And I doubted even Ace would think the same thing," said Neon again before smiling.

"Honestly, I'm just glad to have you with me right now." Neon shrugged at him. "Because you're here with us, Kozue-chan and Yoshiki-kun were able to feel at ease. And earlier, you even managed to cheer Keiwa when he was feeling down. So you're not a burden, Grandpa Tanba!"

Old man Tanba just nodded his head at her, slightly cheered. But before he could say anything more, his Spider phone suddenly rang. The old man answered the call before turning on the speakerphone aloud. But instead of Ace's voice that spoke out from the speakers, it was Keiwa.

"Gramps, I'm sorry about this sudden call... but I have a selfish request to ask from you—"

Neon grabbed the Spider phone from old man Tanba's hand as she exclaimed towards the phone with concern.

"Keiwa? Are you all right now? Did Ace figure out how to cure you from that—"

A cough suddenly reverberated from the speaker as Keiwa spoke again.

"—uh, yeah... somewhat. I'm fine now. Are you guys all right over there? Grandpa?"

"I'm all right..." said the old man gently. "...but I don't think I'd be able to fight much any longer with my old bones. Even with Neon-chan's assistance earlier, I'm barely doing much to protect the young ones—"

"About that—"

Out of the blue, two holographic screens opened up in front of both Neon and old man Tanba. One screen showed Keiwa and Ace at some unknown location, and the other showed a masked man speaking from the Desire Lounge.

[Sakurai Keiwa had made a request to rejoin the game as a Kamen Rider. But since he was supposed to be a civilian in need of protection in this round, I'm reluctant to allow this request to be accepted. Unless—]

"Would it be all right if I forfeit my entry rights to the game and give it to Keiwa-kun?" old man Tanba started to say as Neon turned to look at him. The old man shrugged. "I'm already reaching my limits, I don't think that I can keep on running or fighting in this game any more."

Old man Tanba glanced towards Neon before sighing. "I even thought about giving up on this round, yet if my letting go of my rights can allow Keiwa-kun to be able to fight... well, I'll have no regrets."

The masked figure inside the screen nodded his head in understanding.

[Very well. Transmitting Tycoon's core ID and Desire Driver in a few minutes.]

As soon as the Game Master finished talking, the holographic screens disappeared right away.

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"I'm sorry about that... Gramps," Keiwa's voice rang out from the phone after a moment's silence. Old man Tanba held the Spider phone in front of his face before shaking his head.

"It's all right, Keiwa-kun. I'm just glad that you're able to do what you wanted to do," said the old man again, as he tried to reassure the young man.

"We'll be right back over there after this—!" came the reply before the phone became silent again.

And the call ended just like that before anyone could say any more words to the other side. Neon gave the old man a long look before the main door started to shake hard.

The Jyamato had found them!

Neon bit her lips as she kept her eyes trained at the door. Once the Jyamato hoard was able to break through that door, the four of them would be surrounded with nowhere else to go. And this time, she will be the only one who could fight to protect everyone from being hurt. She glanced down towards the two buckles in her hands; her own Beat, as well as the FeverSlot buckle that Ace had lent her earlier.

Ace and Keiwa better get their asses back here soon.