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Episode 20

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Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Ewige Wiederkunft

Doctor Traum was currently busy looking at all of the data that had been presented so far. The advanced projection screen hovering near him was showing blueprints of the body of Another Cure Amour and the following signal traces shown before, during, and after she was taken over by Ultron. Signal patterns were confirmed to be different before and became much more erratic during the event.

He sighed. He glances around to find some of the Bearpenters pulling an all-nighter as much he was, wearing scientific lab coats and safety equipment.

If he were to assess this situation in a personal matter, one could say how angered he was when Another Cure Amour was taken over if one were to look at this from another perspective. Call it a sense of paternal concern on the part of Doctor Traum because of one main reason.

There is already another Ruru Amour that exists in the main timeline, having been born or created earlier.

She was his most prized and greatest creation. No, more than that. She was the young daughter—the same age as Emiru Aisaki—that made an old man like him find joy once more little by little. What was the inspiration behind the creation of a young Ruru Amour? Ironically, it was because of his knowledge and discovery of the Ruru Amour of the alternate future timeline who is one of the members of the HUGtto! Precure, being a Precure herself.

He first found out about her through many remarkable circumstances, mostly of course in relation to supporting his nephew, George Kurai, in the darker periods of his life the more he and Doctor Traum discovered this bleak probable future to come. Like the young George, Doctor Traum also had many misgivings for his future self, recognizing the eerily disturbing similarities that could happen if the right circumstances were pushed.

Since that time, whenever he isn't taking care of George, he would always be alone for most of the time in his lab, contemplating every detail of information that he can discover with prudence and temperance. Also in between this time, he invented a new Rider System based and inspired by the Showa Era Kamen Riders, adapting and updating the armor for the modern era. With this new Rider System, he can automatically transform into Kamen Rider Trauma. The first of two main reasons for being a Kamen Rider would be his nephew George and his robot daughter Ruru.

But what about the Ruru Amour of the main timeline?

She's presently not in this world at the moment, currently attending a special school - the same school where his nephew, George Kurai, his two best friends, Tatsuya Kaname and Kiriya Irizawa, and Misaki Ayuzawa attend as well. That could be one worry off of his head since Doctor Traum recalled the recent incidents that happened a few hours ago. That school has always been considered one of the safest places in the Multiverse for a reason. Most individuals and groups that potentially could wouldn't dare try to attack the school if they value their own life, political status, or even their own timeline and existence.

"Um..."

Doctor Traum notices a familiar voice. He turns around to find the grown-up Ruru Amour who was a little shy, putting her right hand to her left elbow. He can tell how concerned she was. She doesn't know what to say to him. It was understandable in a sense since Doctor Traum knew of the latter's experiences with his alternate future self.

He smiled. "Ah, Ruru-chan. What brings you here?"

"Eh...?" Ruru seemed surprised by the question. She still didn't know what to say as she can't form any words. She could only raise two of her index fingers and point both of their tips together. "I...I just...I was concerned. Shouldn't you be getting some rest?"

"That is supposed to be my line, young lady," Doctor Traum smiled, touched by her concern. "But don't worry about me. I never needed much sleep for many years ever since I was taking care of George."

"Yes, I noticed that," Ruru spoke with concern, walking towards him. She looks at the projected screens. "The timetable that I'm familiar with has been discarded. I can confirm as much that you are not the Doctor Traum that I know. The obvious example would be that you were capable of transforming into a fictional superhero known as a Kamen Rider whose franchise had officially started when the first episode was broadcasted on April 3, 1971. Consider me curious as I never calculated the possibility that transforming into fictional heroes could be considered possible even in my timeline," she looks at Doctor Traum, curious for an answer.

Doctor Traum smiled at the assessment, putting both of his hands to his pockets. "It was for George and for you, Ruru-chan, that I became a Kamen Rider."

"Eh? What do you mean?" Ruru sported a surprised expression.

"A very long story," Doctor Traum's smile turned sad as he looked back at the projection screens. "I suppose that you already know that I have lost my other daughter."

"Yes," Ruru confirmed. "In fact, it was one of the main reasons as to why you decided to create me and how you ended up joining Criasu."

"Yes...that little conundrum," Doctor Traum said. His expression now took a more solemn tone. "When George's parents died, I was the only family he truly had. George was a very good child to be around the long five years of my life. He never bothered me or started trouble. He was quite studious and had a natural aptitude for learning. Very mature and very intelligent for his age. When he became a Kamen Rider, I knew that I couldn't just be in the background forever as I knew just how much danger my nephew had gotten himself into. There's also the promise that I made to his parent's grave that I would take care of their son to the best of my ability. And so, I decided to invent my own Rider System. Using my intelligence and after much hard work, I finally did it. I created my own Rider System and put it to good use. They allow me to replicate the powers of the Showa Riders from Ichigo to J. And from that moment forward, I was known as Kamen Rider Trauma."

"I see," Ruru slowly digested the information from her artificial memory. After a moment, she spoke. "You mentioned me. What does this also have to do with me?"

Doctor Traum smiled, looking fondly at Ruru. "Of course, I'd have you to thank for the inspiration that you have provided to me since the more I got to learn about your existence through remarkable circumstances and personal temporal databases, the more my original idea became put into effect. I have created you much earlier in this timeline, Ruru-chan. As of now, your younger counterpart has the very same age as Emiru-chan."

"Wait a minute," Ruru's eyes widened in shock. "Are you saying there's another me? If so, where is she now?"

"Safe," Doctor Traum smiled, reassuring his alternate older daughter. "You don't have to worry for her as she is in the safest place that you could think of. A special type of school where my nephew, his best friends, and Misaki-chan attend as well."

"School? What school?" Ruru tilted her head.

"Oh?!" Doctor Traum slightly widened his eyes, putting his hand to his face. "Silly me! I should say no more as that is a surprise for you and for the rest of the Precure who would all be gathered in this base by tomorrow morning. Now then," he glances at Ruru. "Perhaps we can discuss things that you may be comfortable with. Interests? Hobbies? Personal preferences? I have heard that you could play the guitar and I for one always listen to your songs. In fact, I have your and Emiru-chan's album in my pocket for me to listen to on my iPod player while I sometimes work on my inventions," he said while showing a hand-size rectangle mobile operating system with a screen.

"An iPod player?" Ruru raised an eyebrow, blinking her eyes. "That is to borrow from the reference database, old school, I should say."

"Sometimes, new isn't always better, Ruru-chan," Doctor Traum explained with a smile. "Even old inventions can teach us many things. It is the starting and reference point for the rest of the new inventions to follow as they try to be faithful to the spirit of how it was built. Do you want to try?" he asked, waving the iPod with a smile.

After thinking it over for a moment, Ruru only smiled, saying. "Of course."

Tatsuya Kaname was peaking at the door to find Ruru Amour and Doctor Traum bonding by listening to the former and Emiru Aisaki's music album that had been released for some time in this world. He made a thoughtful expression accompanied by a solemn smile as he watches the two bond like father and daughter, seeing the intimate moment that he'd rather not disturb.

"Welp, change of plans, I should probably just check out the rest of the base and see the sights."

He said this as he slowly walks away with both hands in his pockets.

He passes through every corridor, passing through multiple personnel from clone troopers, Bearpenters, and other individuals. White neon lights accentuate the silver chrome walls, brightening up the corridor. He passes towards one particular balcony overseeing multiple clones, many of whom were in tight formation while others were busy running military hardware and equipment. The area that the balcony was overseeing was the hangar bay.

"Hm?" Tatsuya noticed somebody there.

Leaning on the balcony was a young British man with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt with red lines, blue jeans, and black shoes.

Brian Taylor.

To many people who knew him, including the Smile Precure!, especially he is known once as a transfer exchange student who spent three weeks attending Nanairogaoka Middle School in order to learn Japanese. With the help of Akane Hino - Cure Sunny, the young woman that Brian Taylor had fond memories of, he not only learn the language but also learn to love the country of Japan. Nowadays, he still lives back in London. At least, that is what everyone including the Smile Precure! knows as far as they were concerned.

Sometime after meeting Akane Hino, he eventually stumbled on a certain transformation device that look like something out of a tokusatsu show. To be more specific, it was the Transformation Cellphone Gokai Cellular, the same type of transformation device used by Gai Ikari - Gokai Silver. And with it, Brian Taylor was one of many chosen to carry the mantle of the Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger as Gokai Silver, capable of transforming into any Sentai (Japan) or Ranger (USA).

"What the? Brian? Is that you?" Tatsuya asked, raising both of his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh?!" Brian Taylor turns around to find Tatsuya standing a few meters away. He speaks in his British accent, saying. "Oh, Tatsuya, it's very good to see you!" he said this as he raises his right hand which was joined to Tatsuya as they both patted each other on the back.

"Good to see you as well, man," Tatsuya said, speaking with an American English accent. "I'm guessing that you heard of what had happened recently on our side of the world which is why you're at the base right now."

"That's right," Brian's expression turned serious. "I've heard that the Precure were involved in the recent invasion that Ultron had carried out. There's also that other part that almost no one knows about that I am completely aware of."

"Yeah, that one," Tatsuya nodded.

"Tell me, Tatsuya, are Akane and the other Precure alright so far?" Brian asked, concerned especially for Akane Hino as she was no doubt involved in the battle.

"Oh, they're all fine. They all managed to kick the platinum bastards to the garbage containers in their own way," Tatsuya said with a smile.

"Well, in my side of the world, we call them dustbins," Brian said with a smile.

"At this point, what's the difference?" Tatsuya sad with a smile.

"Hehehehehehehehehehe," both Brian and Tatsuya laughed like two old friends trying to see and bring out the positive side of things.

The TARDIS.

Time and Relative Dimensions in Space.

One of the most advanced space-time ships in the Multiverse. With it, you could travel anywhere in time and space and be home in time for tea.

A complicated set of machinery that was vast and evoke a sense of larger than life itself. Metal floors in a circumferential order with metal bars accompanying all sides. Staircases were found from every direction and there were multiple bookshelves that stacked books from every time and place. Round circles from the walls are accentuated in light blue neon lights with a yellow neon light circle in the center of each.

From the side of the main console room, there was an old man who was piloting the ship with casual ease as he pulls the lever. the young twelve-year-old Ruru Amour was standing alongside him like a curious and awed child, looking at the old man who flashes a kind grandfatherly smile at her. Then, he pats her gently on the hair.

"Well, Ruru-chan, we're about to go back to your world for now. From what Tendou told me, we're going to have brand new students coming in by the time we get there. No doubt would we meet your other self so it is probably for the best to be prepared."

"Of course, sensei," she spoke softly, enjoying the pat on the head with a smile.

"Look at you being all grandfatherly," a young woman walks from the staircase, smiling in amusement as she begins to lean on one side of the metal pole to the right.

"Oh? And what would you mean by that, Clara?" the old man asked.

"Oh, I don't know. What do you think?" the woman—Clara Oswald—smiled.

"What I think bares little for what this young child has to say," the old man simply answered.

"Did you just dodge the question while answering the question at the exact same time?" Clara raised an eyebrow.

"I'm the Doctor, just accept it," the old man said, sporting an iconic smile.

"Hm?"

Hana Nono was in a very strange place.

Was she in a dream?

If so, it was a strange type of dream.

No, it was more than just a dream. It was a memory. And she can tell as she sees a young George Kurai. A thought occurred to her that this George was simply eleven years old. Information seems to pass through to her as she can grasp the context of this situation with ease.

As she and many others already know, George Kurai had been watching out for her and every Precure Team as part of his job to protect them from the shadows and to preserve the timelines for the safety of many. And this in fact was one of those instances when George was observing her from the background.

Hana can spot from a distance her younger self who was located at a nearby pool.

"("Oh...")," she thought to herself, grimacing.

She knew this event. It was the time when she and her friends and loved ones were out having a fun time. The night pool party. And this was when she was secretly plagued by self-doubt. She felt fear and betrayal the moment she found out that Future George Kurai was her main enemy all along. She could see her younger self having a panic attack, haunted by the recent experiences. Of course, she recalled this memory as this was much her own. But she never thought that the young George was there.

But what was he doing there?

"...!"

Unfortunately, just as she thought about this, she could see the young George crying. She gasped in shock. Her heart stopped. She looks closer, walking closer, as she notice the line of sight where George was looking at. He was looking at her younger self who was in the pool.

Hana widens her eyes, looking back at George, understanding why there were tears flowing down from his cheeks. She knew this. She can feel it. The guilt. It was raw and fresh. The burden that one carried when one is aware of the future and could not do anything to stop it.

"Why...?" the young George muttered to himself, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth.

"George..." Hana grew worried, her right arm raised slowly as if wanting to touch and comfort him in spite of the fact that this was probably a memory.

"You know that you can't intervene, George."

George and Hana turn to find Professor Paradox simply standing there, his expression being empathetic, stern, and grim. His walking staff was by his right side, holding the top of the eyepiece. Hana recognized the old time traveller, having indirectly assisted George in travelling to the past to prevent a major paradox from occurring in the timeline.

"I know, Paradox-sensei," George bowed his head out of shame, crying.

Paradox walks a few steps and puts his left hand on the young man's shoulder before crouching down to his level. And he would slowly raise his left hand to gently wipe his tears. "Now there, young man, we can't have you mourning for something that was never your fault."

"Not my fault?" George said in disbelief. "But Paradox-sensei-"

"George Kurai, the man who had done the deeds that made him the opposition to the heroes of your world, is no longer the same as you are, my student," Paradox reminded the young man gently. "Do not equate yourself with a cross-time variant from an alternate future that would no longer come to pass. In fact, your future is now an unknown road ever since you had become a Kamen Rider."

"And the road to hell is paved with good intentions, is it not?" George slightly shook off Paradox's left arm and walked a few steps forward, his back turning from Paradox. Hana was drawing closer to George, never letting him out of his sight. George puts his hands in his pockets. "I just...I just can't understand how and why that man became who he is. And all of this because..." he looks at the young Hana Nono diving herself at the pool to relieve herself of depression. "Because...I fell for her..."

Hana Nono was listening to every word. She noted every line. She paid close attention. She can tell that George was suffering. His expression was very familiar to her as it was the same type of expression that she would sport when she is afraid of something.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to touch him and reassure him that it was alright and that he didn't need to feel guilty. But something was holding her back by instinct. This was the past. This was a memory. No matter what she does, she is nothing but a ghost to everyone else. All she can do is watch since this had already happened and that she isn't physically present in this period of time.

"Ah..." Paradox smiled with a twinkle in the eye. "Love. Is that what you are afraid of?"

"Yes," George spoke without hesitation, bowing his head before he looks back at Hana who was now swimming in the other direction.

"Oh, George," Paradox shakes his head. He walks a few meters towards George, standing by him side by side. "Don't you know that love is also a strength that one can be inspired by?"

"Hm?" George glances at Paradox, curious.

"If you are truly concerned for the future, then used love as your burning drive for that goal to change and make your own path. To quote an anonymous poem from the 16th century: If I should think of love. I'd think of you, your arms uplifted, Tying your hair in plaits above, The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders, The soft curve of your winding head. No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus. So have bewitched. I think of this, And all my universe becomes perfection. But were you in my arms, dear love, The happiness would take my breath away, No thought could match that ecstasy, No song encompass it, no other worlds. If I should think of love, I'd think of you."

George raises his eyebrow, pondering what was said to him. Hana was mesmerized as she listened to the poem about love.

"Or to quote a Japanese haiku poem: An encounter is. One of the misstep. The sunshine at the beginning of the summer," Paradox said this part with a knowing smile.

George blinked. "Why I do feel like that haiku makes me realize that you know something that I don't?"

"Well, that's just part of the fun for both you and me, George," Paradox smiled. He looks straightforward. "You will understand someday."

George could only remain silent as he looks straightforward, contemplating what was said.

For Hana Nono, to her surprise, she somehow understood the haiku. And her heart only beats fervently. An encounter. A misstep. A stronger sunshine. These are unavoidable to lift up the lovers' enthusiasm. And it relates to her complicated relationship between herself and the young man.

Her resolve burns bright as she wants to shower hugs of many kinds for George who is burdened with so much. She doesn't like the fact that he is essentially carrying heavy unnecessary burdens on his shoulders and will be there to lift him up.

"I...I will always be here for you...George...So..." Hana muttered softly as she looks at George with a heartbreaking smile and tears falling down her face. "So you don't have to feel sad anymore. You don't have to feel guilty anymore," she tries to touch George, only to phase through him slightly as she is never truly here. Even so, she was determined. "I won't let you feel guilty about me and the others anymore. I'll give you all of the hugs you need. That's my promise to you."

She will be the light that lightens the burdens of the young man who touched her heart.

And so, the memory fades.

Hana wakes up in the hospital room.

It was mostly dark as most of the lights on the ceiling were off.

She can hear the heartbeat of a certain someone who was sleeping soundly. Not a sound except the breathing.

She smiled as she gently tightens her embrace for the young man sleeping beside her, recalling her promise that she made in a dream that was quite clear. She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that she had seen a memory for her alone to bear witness to.

Was it George that allowed it subconsciously? Was it an outside source?

Nevertheless, one thing is certain.

"You don't have to carry these burdens anymore," she muttered softly, gently touching his chest and slightly moving her finger as if to assess the non-existent wounds that have already healed. The physical wounds have healed but the metaphysical scars remain and it is something that she needed to heal. And she would start by embracing this young man who needed it the most. "I'll be here by your side if you need me for anything. It's a promise."

A flower comforts and warms the heart that needs to be relieved of its burden. That was what Hana Nono was doing right now. She'll be here for him to talk too when she needed her. She won't allow him to feel guilty anymore. She'll grace him with the same cheerful smile every time he needs it the most. She'll give him a hug as much as he wants her to. It was time for his burdens to be put to rest. At least, that was what she simply thought.

She knew that it would not be easy. But life isn't easy. Obstacles are always there. Destiny and fate are two concepts interchangeable on the boundaries of perspective. They can or can't happen. There is no use to worry about it. All one would need is to focus on this present moment.

And this night was one where the Flower of Time blooms; her feelings - complicated as they were - are now starting to develop into something much more sure. And she accepted it, much to her surprise. Of course, it was accompanied by a sense of amusement.

"I'm...George's wife in the future..." Hana muttered as if she still couldn't believe it, recalling the memory that she, the rest of the Precure, and the others had seen. But then, it made sense when taking this context into consideration. She embraces the young man as she closes her eyes. "That...may not be so bad after all in spite of life throwing a curveball."

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Closing Theme Kamen Rider Black RX

Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:

The Twelfth Doctor - A: Peter Capaldi

12 Core Members:

Professor Paradox - A: David McCallum

New Characters:

Brian Taylor/Gokai Silver - VA: Tetsuya Kakihara

Ruru Amour (Young) (Main Timeline) - VA: Yukari Tamura

Clara Oswald - A: Jenna Coleman