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Episode 5

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Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

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Dies irae - Animation OST: disce libens

''Hana!''

Both Shintarou Nono and Sumire Nono, the father and mother of Hana Nono, are embracing their own daughter, crying out of a sense of relief as they had just found out that their own daughter's school was blown away, recorded on television and on social media. Hana, her sister, her fellow Precure, and George Kurai and Tatsuya Kaname were already in the front of the suburban household where Hana lived.

Hana agreed to her younger sister's terms that she would need to reassure both of their parents that she was alright and well in spite of their school being blown away. Their parents, despite the reassurance, couldn't really let go of their daughter, greatly worried and fearful of the fact that they might have managed to lose her, which were very understandable reasons as far as everyone is concerned.

But none more so was this agreed by George Kurai.

And for George Kurai, he was looking closely at the parents of Hana Nono, loving their daughter with all of their hearts to the point of being worried greatly for her safety.

When was the last time that George Kurai had been given parental love from his own parents?

And this question brings to mind the love he had for his parents who had already passed away. The backstory behind his parents passing away wasn't because of them being killed by someone, nor was it by an accident relating to a car crash or airplane crash or whatever physical dangers that have over a multitude of accounts of tragedy throughout history.

Actually, it was just one blink of life.

In another picture of the past of one George Kurai, only a nine-year-old boy, was currently in the room of a hospital.

He was sitting on a chair, between two hospital beds occupied by two people. From his left, it was a man in his late twenties. From his right, it was a young woman in her late twenties. They appear to be hooked to advance life support systems, their breathing masks covering their mouth as they breathe in and out.

He was holding both of their hands. And he was crying. Tears leaked from his eyes as he looks at them.

An unknown type of illness had been afflicted upon them. The hospital's medical doctors couldn't tell what as this illness was quite new and had no available record, one of the very first medical history cases that doctors and medical professionals were a bit stumped. This wasn't cancer, that much they could be certain of, nor was it a violent disease with nasty side effects. This was just the weakening health of the parents by an unexplainable factor. Perhaps whatever god they believe in is now asking them to come home? Or so some would think.

Why? Why now? Why can't he have more time with his beloved parents? Why would he have to suffer the parting between himself and his parents so very soon?

And thus...

There was a shower of rain. It was neither hard nor soft. There was the sun shining down. When one looks at this scene, it was almost like a mixture of both happiness and sadness, a meeting between heaven and earth took place, almost as if time itself stopped.

The young nine-year-old George, kneeling down in his parent's grave, is covered by a beautiful old tree whose branches and leaves act as a shade, almost like a symbol of peace and love, serving as protection for the heat for the son even after the passing of time.

He touches the tombstone with his hand. His tears were presently dropping from his cheeks.

And from around the corner, someone was touching him on the shoulder. A man in his twenties, tall in stature, his blue eyes looking down on the young man as he places his hand in a gentle, caring manner.

This man was an aspiring inventor and expert on the subject of robotics. In fact, in this moment of his life, once a dream, robotics was now becoming a daily hobby that he was deeply immersing himself in ever since the daughter that he once had passed away as well. Therefore, he understands with empathy just what the young George Kurai is going through. And now, this man - Doctor Traum - an old family friend was now entrusted to be the guardian of one George Kurai, being the only family that he actually has in this world.

Doctor Traum would no longer just act to be guardian, but a parental figure in his life.

For who would take care of him?

Perhaps both of them can find solace in one another, having lost their loved ones far too soon.

Nevertheless, Doctor Traum promises to be there for the young lad and perhaps try to keep moving forward.

But such things are truly difficult.

''-ge! GEORGE!"

''...!''

George Kurai suddenly noticed something as he gasped his breath. He looks downwards and sees Hana Nono holding him tightly, her precious magenta eyes growing out of worry. From his right, he spotted Tatsuya Kaname, his best friend and fellow Kamen Rider, putting his left hand on his shoulder, his eyes showing a deep sense of concern and understanding. And from around him, there were concerned faces from everybody around him: the other three Precure members and the Nono Family.

''...What...''

George noticed something off as he feels something flowing down his cheeks. It was like running water. And sure enough, he slowly touches his face and finds traces of liquid from his fingers.

But...why...?

Why was he crying...now of all times...?

It had been years since then. And he cried just when he sees the embrace of the parents and the daughter, the former being Hana Nono's parents while the latter was Hana Nono herself.

''...I...I'm sorry...''

What else can he say in these circumstances?

His eyes tried to be contrite and controlled, but the tears were still coming. He tried to raise his hands to wipe his tears away, but he was prevented from doing so by Hana who embraces him, not letting go. And Shintarou and Sumire, noticing something off about the young man, couldn't help but be concerned as they draw near to the young man. For they were quite curious of this young man, especially for the fact that their Hana was embracing him.

Who was he to their daughter?

''Young man,'' Sumire began to speak, her smile being gentle and understanding. ''Are you alright?''

George wanted to say ''Yes, he was alright.'' but he cannot say it. He cannot just lie to the mother of Hana Nono. He always had this soft spot for fathers and mothers, reminding him of his relationship with his parents, good people who passed away too soon, being spirited away and only he to remain, a crisis that he had to undergo when he was so very young.

Instead, George shakes his head which further adds to Hana's worries most especially, looking at his eyes directly with her own.

''No...Hana's mother...I'm...admittedly not...''

And in spite of the sun settling down from midday to afternoon, it wasn't as much of a personal comfort regarding this cold and grim atmosphere that they all find themselves in.

And thus, a change of plans was suddenly put into place the moment Shintarou, speaking in a concerned tone, a smile of understanding shown on his face, putting his hand on his shoulder, said.

''Say, young man, do you want to stay with us for today?''

It was a warm welcoming, surprisingly enough for George Kurai as he was sitting at the dining table. Him and everyone else who was now eating what was preferably lunch hour.

Now, he was eating a regular meal, eating the admittedly delicious cooking from Sumire Nono. He tasted it and it was a flavor of omurice. An omelet stuffed with fried rice cooked with chicken and ketchup, a resemblance to a Western-style dish but was invented by a Japanese chef in the 19th century if he recalled his history right.

He looks to his right and sees Hana smiling brightly at him. ''It's very good,'' he said with a smile, softly spoken. He looks towards Sumire. ''Thank you, Hana's mother.''

''Hmmm. Oh please, George-kun, call me okaa-san,'' Sumire smiled gently, having giggled as she placed her right hand towards her cheek.

''Hm?'' George raised an eyebrow of confusion and surprise while glancing at Hana who was blushing, confused and surprised as much as he was. He glances at everyone else who was at the table. Shintarou only smiled without any comment. Kotori Nono was giggling while coughing, a teasing expression was on her face. The other Precure such as Saaya Yakushiji, Homare Kagayaki, and Emiru Aisaki, look at both George and Hana with intrigue, and in the case of Emiru, blushing slightly.

But Tatsuya Kaname...

''Pffftttttthehehehehehe.''

He was just laughing softly.

''You hear that, Georgey Boy, she said that it was alright to call her, okaa-san,'' Tatsuya said, silently supportive and teasing at the same time with a cheery tone, raising his elbow and nudging at George. Although, there was another more important reason besides the teasing and it was based on the fact that he alone of everyone understood what George was going through and would rather that the sensitive topic may be discernably cared for. Tatsuya knew just how much George really love his late parents.

''...Yes, I heard,'' George hesitated, his eyebrows knitting in deep pondering, instead of blushing and thinking about the other implications of the term, was more concerned and worried instead based on what it really meant to him. ''Um...isn't that a little too familiar too soon, um, okaa-san?"

''Well, one can say that I suppose,'' Sumire smiled, reassuring the young man.

''And call me otou-san as well. And speaking of which, how exactly did you meet my daughter, young man?'' Shintarou asked, his smile is very encouraging for George.

''Well, we only just met, um, otou-san, since I've just recently started my very first day in the Academy,'' George explained in an honest tone. It wasn't really a lie as this was technically the very first time that he had met Hana Nono. Naturally, he preferred that his first meeting with the admittedly cheerful and brightly enveloping soul who reassures and encourages everyone which was Hana Nono was something peaceful for a change. But of course, it appeared that fate said otherwise based on the latest incident surrounding the school being literally blown away.

The Bearpenters of course have managed to rebuild the school brick by brick.

''That's right, otou-san! Um! George and I have just met! Um!'' Hana appeared embarrassed, her blush being more obvious, waving her hands in a circular fashion. ''Of course, Saaya-chan and Homare-chan were there as well, right?!" she said, begging for her best friends to help her.

''Ehehehe. Well, that's true enough,'' Saaya softly laughs in exasperation.

"I see,'' Shintarou's expression was one of sympathy for the young man. ''You must have been rather disappointed that this recent bombing incident managed to ruin your own first day of school.''

''Well of course there's that to consider,'' George smiled bitterly while tasting the delicious meal in the style of a refined gentleman. ''But I'm a little more concerned for my new classmates and teachers, hoping that they are all safe from this recent attack.''

''That's true,'' Shintarou agreed with the young man as he too smiled bitterly.

''In any case, tell us about yourself, young man, considering that according to what most people are saying is that you and your friend, Tatsuya-kun, were present during the time of the explosion. Are you perhaps connected to the 'other business' that my daughter and her friends usually get involved in?'' Sumire asked, glancing meaningfully at Hana and back to George.

At that moment, George knew that Sumire was referring to her daughter and his friend's Precure business. Now that he recalled from inspecting the timeline records, Hana had told her family which consisted of both parents and younger sister who was present at the family table alongside the grandmother who isn't currently here at the moment regarding her other life as a Precure after everything was over.

''A similar thing that Hana and her friends are doing, yes,'' George answered honestly.

'Sumire slightly widens her eyes, thinking ''("First name basis already?!'')". She glances toward her husband, Shintarou, and her other daughter, Kotori, whose eyes were widening in surprise and interest.

"...But,'' George continued, but then stopped his voice as he raised something that he got from his pocket. It was a Ridewatch. And he twisted the dial and clicked the button on the top.

ZI-O!

''Eh?!'' the three family members of the Nono Family muttered in shock as they all saw the hologram of the Kamen Rider. And of course, the same can be said for Emiru Aisaki who was just as shocked as the rest.

''Heeh,'' Tatsuya spoke with amusement and confidence. ''If you're going to show off our identities so quickly, aibou...'' he raises his own Ridewatch, twisting the dial clockwise and clicking the button on the top.

GEIZ!

"...Might as well join in the fun,'' he continued, his smile of confidence never wavering.

''EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' the Nono Family and Emiru all exclaimed in shock.

It was one long exposition dump later. One would need not bore with the details as it was more or less George Kurai and Tatsuya Kaname explaining to them step by step about the following:

1.) Kamen Riders are real, believe it or not.

2.) Super Sentai and other Tokusatsu shows are real, believe it or not.

3.) The Multiverse. And it's both simple and complicated to understand that requires an attentive mind, life experience, and a bunch of theoretical headaches that were beaten to their heads as they recall from certain classes that carry the name of a British Police Box.

They explained this to the Nono Family and to Emiru Aisaki in a summarized format kind of way without mentioning a lot of the other stuff in their lives that would just be considered ''Too much information!''.

Naturally, many questions were being raised and poured out in droves by the family members, and said questions were answered by George and Tatsuya, with the four members of the HUGtto! Precure Team who were listening with interest as well.

They all took it rather pretty well, George and Tatsuya thought. But then, when their world had been invaded and defended several times already, with several documented incidents all relating back to the Precure themselves or to their respective enemies, then it was supposed that this world had been rather desensitized or gotten used to admittedly stranger things that have been happening for the past year or so.

It started with the estimating accumulation of incidents, some of which are public enough, starting precisely in Futari wa Precure period, with Happiness Charge Precure! period gaining much public attention and attraction that managed to circulate the rumors and legends further, and the rather time dastardly effects of the HUGtto! Precure period. And that's not even getting to the in-between events and the nature of time in the World of Precure being heavily wackier and more complicated.

George recalled in this conversation that Shintarou had once asked that was it possible to get an autograph from the Showa Riders without any of the legal paparazzi issues of Japan involved, to which George would think to take note of it and promised that he'd get the photo of his Showa Rider senseis with their sign autographs if possible, that is if they managed to avert this present crisis that they all find themselves in.

As of now, he was just outside of the house somewhere in the backyard while Tatsuya handles the rest of the crowd for any questions that they might need to ask regarding themselves. Now, he was checking his Faizphone X for any vital signs of activity on the holographic globe. The situation appeared to be normal as far as the radar is concerned.

''George?''

George turned around to find Hana who was walking towards him, her eyes being a bit concerned for him.

''Hana,'' he muttered softly.

''What are you doing?'' Hana asked, curious as to what was George doing with his advanced cellphone gadget.

''Checking the globe for any sign of abnormal activity," George answered honestly. ''So far, there's nothing really important that warrants any of our attention except for a specific incident happening in Morocco where a couple of Precure are dealing with rampaging magical monsters that are swiftly being dealt with by them through the use of specific African martial arts.''

''Oh really?!'' Hana became rather excited. ''Is there a way for us to see it?''

''Sure," George nodded.

And thus was the beginning of their bonding time by watching a Precure team of four young women who were African in descent, wearing colorful outfits reminiscent of African culture, by the Faizphone X that was projecting a screen. From what Hana could tell, these four Precure seem to be dealing with some kind of monsters that resembles a Zakenna, the demonic beings that her Futari was Precure senpais had fought, but were rather like the ordinary random mooks that one could find every now and then. And the battle itself was glorious as Hana would see with her own eyes an intricate set of martial arts that allowed the four Precure to knock their enemies in droves, blasting off a few meters to the sky and getting kicked to the faces, sending them straight to their fellow brethren.

If there was any hint of humor in this, it was the fact that the mooks of the week were getting their butts beaten out of them through a variety of methods that were quite creative, Hana would have to admit as she either smiled or laugh in some moments of her watching.

''Ahahahahahahaha!'' Hana was laughing as she spotted what appeared to be elephant feet being used to perform stomp attacks. And as she laughed, George was simply watching with a smile, relieved and happy at the fact that he manages to at least cheer Hana up since they and a few others have just had a recent brush with Another Cure Yell.

Of course...he's definitely going to have to explain his history with Another Cure Yell to Hana as she of all people has the absolute right to know since this relates to her in a way that she may not realize fully.

And his expression turned grim as he thought of this. Not surprising however that Hana was now grabbing his right hand with her left hand, signaling him back from his pondering thoughts.

''...Why are you doing that?'' Hana muttered softly, her eyes sporting an expression of worry.

''What do you mean?'' George asked, his face sporting a grim expression.

''That face,'' Hana said, her tone becoming sadder and full of concern. ''Why do you always make that face? And not just that, you were crying so suddenly earlier just when we all went to my home. Why?''

''Oh...that,'' George understood what Hana was referring to. He looks to the orange-tinted skies, signifying late afternoon. ''It's just...I was just reminded of something, that's all.''

Hana didn't like the way that George said it, even more so was the strange sad smile on his face. Even more, she felt something else as her bond with this young man grew the more they draw close. It was the feeling of someone you had lost. And Hana can relate to it in a way, recalling her own experiences with another old friend of the past. Clover, he was called. That brought a much sadder tone to this atmosphere, the orange tilted skies appearing to complement their past experiences.

''You know...'' Hana muttered softly, looking at George straight in the eye.

''Hm?'' George listened attentively.

''If it's alright with you, can you at least spend the night at my house since you know...I think it's best that we stick together for now? I know that you need to get home but...please?'' Hana asked as her magenta-colored eyes appeared to reflect a hidden desire for the young man whose sadness runs deeper and weathered with experiences to at least stay for the night.

''...Alright,'' George nodded after being silent for a few moments. ''I'll just contact my guardian in order to give a heads up.''

''Guardian? What about your parents?'' Hana asked, concerned. Her concern grew exponentially when George became rather silent, the feeling of loneliness running a lot deeper than normal at the mere mention of 'parents'.

''...They're...not here anymore...'' George lowered his head, his heart stopped as precious memories of the past returned.

''...'' Hana gasped softly, her eyes shocked as she begins to realize something. The parents of George Kurai are no longer here anymore. That was the reason why he cried during that time and his gaze seems so very far away.

And of course, Hana's hold over the young man was more tight, even to the point of embracing him deeply, wanting to give him a very big hug, knowing that she is here for him if he needs her, to which the young man embraced back, little by little getting used to all of the hugging as he smiles lightly.

Unbeknownst to both George and Hana, Shintarou Nono and Sumire Nono were listening to the conversation, hiding behind a wall.

And their reaction was more or less on the lines of shock and empathy directed at the young man.

Their instincts were right. The young man to whom his daughter and her friends had befriended had cried because of the love that they had for their daughter, being rather a heavy sore spot due to having lost both parents.

''Dear,'' Sumire looked at Shintarou, her eyes becoming sadder.

''I know,'' Shintarou nodded, his mouth turning grim.

Of course, all the more reason for them to be more accommodating to the young man. And judging by the fact that he and his daughter appeared to be close for some reason, their excitement about a possible son could definitely come a little too true if not a moment too soon.

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Closing Theme Kamen Rider Black RX

New Characters:

Shintarou Nono - VA: Yasuhiro Mamiya

Sumire Nono - VA: Natsuko Kuwatani

Doctor Traum - VA: Takaya Hashi