The Kamen Taimanin: 2WEI
Chapter 1: Check the Rhime
One Week Later, Gosha Academy Conference Room...
"There has been a rise in monster activity lately, but none appear demonic," Asagi Igawa began, her tone measured but firm. "Rather, it is humans who are turning into monsters themselves."
Deep within the secluded forests of Japan lay Gosha Village, home to a secretive order of elite ninjas tasked with safeguarding the nation from the corruption that festered in its darkest corners. Though the modern world marched forward, wickedness lingered in human hearts, allowing malevolence to fester and take shape. Over time, this darkness had given rise to unspeakable horrors — creatures born not of the demonic realm, but of human depravity itself.
Yet, against this growing tide of corruption, warriors stood firm. Trained in the ancient ways of combat and endowed with the strength to purge the wicked. They were known as Taimanin — the Anti-Demon Ninjas. Their duty was absolute: to hunt, to cleanse, and to strike down those who would let evil take root while hidden in the shadows.
Inside Gosha Academy, the training facility and headquarters for the Taimanin Task Force, a meeting was taking place. A long, imposing table stretched across the centre of the room, surrounded by several chairs occupied by the elite warriors of the Taimanin Task Force. At the head of the table stood their leader: a woman in her late twenties, commanding both respect and admiration.
She was Asagi Igawa, an alluring yet formidable warrior with a voluptuous figure, accentuated by her sleek, skin-tight, purple bodysuit adorned with silver accents. The suit was sleeveless, leaving her toned arms exposed beneath her mesh-lined purple and silver gauntlets. Her long, dark blue hair cascaded down her back, framing her striking teal eyes, which carried both wisdom and an unyielding determination.
Seated to her left was a young woman in her early twenties, who bore a clear resemblance to Asagi. This was Sakura Igawa, her little sister. Her short, spiky, strawberry-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes radiated with confidence. Unlike Asagi, she wore a black leotard with silver accents, complemented by black gloves with silver and orange arm guards, with mesh covering her forearms. She wore mesh pantyhose with her suit while orange and silver armoured boots provided both protection and agility. Despite her youthful appearance, her bust was noticeably larger than Asagi's, a fact that rarely went unmentioned.
To Asagi's right sat another striking warrior, Murasaki Yatsu, a woman of similar age to her sister. Her long, blue hair flowed freely, matching the intensity of her deep crimson eyes. She wore a white, short-skirted cheongsam with a black strip running down the middle, its daring design leaving ample cleavage exposed, while her arms were covered in white and silver gloves with mesh reinforcing her forearms. Black stockings and silver-armoured boots completed her elegant yet deadly attire.
Beside Murasaki was her older brother, Kuro Yatsu, Asagi's most trusted right-hand man. A hardened warrior in his early thirties, he was bald and wore sunglasses that obscured his sharp, calculating gaze. His heavy, black chest armour reinforced his imposing frame, complemented by black and silver gauntlets, mesh covering his biceps, and grey pants. His silver and grey boots left his inner thighs exposed, though they too were covered in protective mesh, a testament to his unorthodox yet battle-ready attire.
Finally, seated beside Sakura was Shizuru Kousaka, a warrior around Asagi's age, whose presence was as commanding as it was alluring. She possessed a towering bust, rivalling even Sakura's, Her long, blonde hair flowed elegantly past her shoulders. Her green eyes, framed by glasses, carried an air of sharp intellect. She donned a red and magenta leotard with white accents, her legs covered in mesh, with white knee protectors and red boots. Like Kuro, her outer thighs were left exposed, though protected by additional mesh, striking a balance between flexibility and armour.
The four elite warriors sat in silent contemplation, awaiting Asagi's command, as the weight of their mission loomed over them.
"Yes, and this man is at the centre of it all," Murasaki added, her tone serious. "People are calling him 'Kamen Rider'."
Before them, the large screen flickered, displaying various footage of the Kamen Rider in action. Utilizing satellite surveillance granted by the Japanese government, the Taimanin had been able to track his movements, reviewing his battles against strange monsters and even a few demons.
"His first public appearance was three months ago," Kuro stated, his voice measured as he studied the screen which showed Zwei speeding on his bike. "It didn't take long for his image to spread across social media. Wherever these creatures appear, he's never too far away."
He gestured toward a segment of footage showing the Kamen Rider shifting between different forms mid-battle, each transformation altering his appearance and combat style.
"He can change forms at will, and each transformation grants him unique abilities," Kuro continued. "This adaptability makes him a dangerous and unpredictable force on the battlefield."
The room fell into contemplative silence as the footage continued to play, the mystery of the Kamen Rider deepening with every recorded encounter.
"Hm...quite impressive, isn't he?" Shizuru mused with a demure smile. "Still, we can't ignore the fact that he appeared shortly after these monsters did."
"Speaking of these monsters, from what we managed to gather through our investigation, these people were able to transform themselves into monsters by using capsules they acquired," Kuro added. "They claim they got them from a 'Man-in-Black'."
"Do you believe it is Demon World technology?" Asagi questioned.
"It's possible. But we've never encountered such beasts before."
"The Kamen Rider must be responsible," Murasaki accused, arms crossed in disapproval. "He probably creates these incidents just to make himself look like a hero."
"Hey now, you know that ain't true, Mu-chan," Sakura countered, shaking her head.
"Is it?" Murasaki challenged, arching an eyebrow. "His first appearance coincides with the appearance of these strange beasts. Whenever one of these monsters shows up, he's not too far away. You can't tell me that isn't suspicious."
"That's true," Kuro admitted. "But he also rescued Yukikaze and Rinko from Under Eden — and shut that hellhole down in the process. He had nothing to gain from doing that."
"How is Rinko-chan?" Sakura interjected.
"She should make a full recovery soon," Asagi answered. "After what she went through, she'll need time and counselling before she can return to active duty. Fortunately, she has Yukikaze and Tatsurou by her side, taking care of her."
"That's good," Sakura smiled, relieved.
"And as for the Rider, I doubt he has any ulterior motives," Kuro stated firmly.
"Then why does he always disappear before we can confront him? Why wear a mask? What's he hiding?" Murasaki listed off her questions.
"Why else would a superhero wear a mask?" Sakura offered, her voice making it sound like it was obvious.
"A superhero?" Murasaki frowned critically. "You can't be serious."
"Come on, Mu-chan! That guy wears a supersuit and has all kinds of weird powers! What else would he be?" Sakura pressed on.
"Murasaki's suspicions may be valid," Shizuru interrupted. "A lot of money went missing after the Kamen Rider raided Under Eden."
"So, he robbed a guy who exploited women," Sakura spoke approvingly, crossing her arms. "Good."
"Regardless, he must be brought in," Asagi decided. "We need to know who he is, and what his intentions are."
"Easier said than done," Shizuru frowned. "Despite our best efforts, we're still unable to track him down. We don't even know where his base of operations is located."
"It's likely someplace secret, someplace none of us can infiltrate," Asagi suggested. "Regardless, we need to apprehend him. As of now, he's one of our top priorities."
The window to the bedroom opened, and Sakura slipped inside, yawning. That meeting had been boring, and she was glad that it was over.
Yukikaze's team had failed to find Shiranui, and both she and Rinko ended up captured. Fortunately, Yukikaze had not been raped, but the same could not be said for Rinko. She would hopefully recover from this.
Sadly, that was par for the course.
Taimanin, regardless of what gender they were, would find themselves getting sexually violated at least once, either by humans or demons. That's how dangerous their duty was. The really unlucky ones would have their minds broken from the trauma, often becoming subservient to their rapists, never to be seen again.
Sakura remembered the first time she had been violated by orcs. At the time, she was still a rookie back then. It was her first mission, and it was to assist her sister when she had gotten caught in an insidious trap. And then she slipped up and ended up getting ravaged by the monsters. It was thanks to Asagi managing to will herself to complete the mission that they had both escaped with their lives and sanity. Sakura had managed to recover from the experience, as did Asagi...but not without losing someone special to her.
Right now, all she needed was sleep.
With a quiet sigh, a shadowy aura engulfed her suit, its form seamlessly morphing into an oversized shirt as she slipped into bed, easing herself beneath the covers.
But she wasn't alone. Lying beside her was a young man, already deep in slumber, his breathing slow and steady.
As soon as she curled up against him, his arms instinctively wrapped around her, holding her close. She sighed, eyes fluttering shut as she rested her head against his chest, feeling the gentle, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
The steady pulse, warm and reassuring, slowly pulled her into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Sakura was slowly pulled from her sleep by the enticing aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. She stretched lazily, letting out a soft yawn before blinking sleepily at the empty space beside her.
A small pout formed on her lips. Shame. She had been hoping to wake up next to him — maybe even steal a good morning kiss before they got out of bed.
Slipping out from under the covers, she padded out of the bedroom, following the mouthwatering scent until she reached the kitchen.
And there he was: Sho Kasai stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practised ease, an apron tied over his casual t-shirt and sweatpants.
Sakura leaned against the doorframe, watching him with an amused smirk.
'Domestic Sho-kun is kinda cute.'
A playful glint flashed in her eyes. Moving as silent as a shadow, she crept up behind him and, in one swift motion, wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. She pressed herself against his back, making sure he could feel every curve.
"Mmm~, good morning, Sho-kun," she purred against his shoulder, her voice laced with playful mischief.
"And good morning to you too, Sakura-chan," Sho happily responded, not even flinching at her sneak attack. His dark hair was short, and spiky, with parted bang and a single strand falling between his indigo eyes. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Breakfast will be ready soon. Make yourself comfortable."
"But I already am," she pouted playfully, snuggling against his back. He was so warm.
Sho sighed humorously.
"Take a seat, Sakura-chan," he told her.
With a dramatic eye roll, Sakura finally let go and flopped into a chair at the dining table.
A few moments later, Sho approached with two plates of breakfast, setting them down before taking a seat across from her. The food was picture-perfect: fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon.
"Itadakimasu!" they said in unison before digging in.
Sakura took a bite and let out an appreciative hum.
"You always make the best breakfast, Sho-kun."
"Thanks," he smiled appreciatively. "You know, since you sleep over so often, you might as well move in already."
Sakura paused, sipping her coffee before shaking her head.
"Sorry. Can't risk it."
Sho's brows furrowed.
"You haven't told your sister about us yet?" he asked.
Sakura sighed, stirring her coffee absentmindedly.
"It's not that I don't want to, but you know..." She trailed off, but Sho understood. He really did.
After breakfast, Sho washed the dishes, letting the warm water and quiet routine settle his thoughts.
"Hey, Sakura-chan. It's a nice day. How about we go on a date?" he suggested.
Silence.
He turned around — only to find the chair empty.
His eyes flicked to the dining table, where a small note lay neatly folded. Of course.
Picking it up, he smiled as he read the message:
Meet me in front of the movie theatre at 12.
Love, Sakura
Sho chuckled, shaking his head. He had long since grown used to her little disappearing acts.
"Alright then, guess we're watching a movie."
12:05 PM, Movie Theater
"Where are you, Sakura-chan?" Sho muttered to himself, checking his watch as he stood outside the movie theatre.
"Sho-kun!"
Sho turned just in time to see Sakura running up to him, waving enthusiastically. The moment he saw her, his face lit up with a bright smile. His eyes trailed over her outfit.
She wore a white shirt beneath a black leather jacket, and a few stylish bracelets adorning her wrists. Her blue daisy dukes accentuated her toned legs, and his gaze inevitably landed on her black leather, thigh-high boots.
"You look great, Sakura-chan," he complimented.
"Hehe, thanks. You don't look too bad yourself."
"It's just something I threw on," he excused. His outfit was casual yet clean: a blue t-shirt under a red jacket, paired with jeans and sneakers, giving him a relaxed but put-together look.
She slipped her arm through his, giving him a teasing squeeze.
"So, shall we?"
Sho and Sakura sat comfortably in the dimly lit movie theatre, the oversized bucket of buttery popcorn nestled between them. The screen flickered to life, displaying the film's opening montage: a classic romantic comedy setup where the male lead accidentally bumped into the female lead, spilling coffee all over her.
"Oh wow, look at that." Sakura rolled her eyes while her lips were curled in mirth. "A clumsy meet-cute. So original."
Sho chuckled, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
"Right? Like you ever trip and fall into someone's arms like that?"
She raised an eyebrow, grinning playfully.
"No, but I can try running into you full speed if you want. I'll even hold a piece of toast between my teeth like in one of those shoujo mangas."
Sho gave her a deadpan look.
"I'd rather not get tackled in public, thanks."
Sakura laughed softly, leaning in.
"What? Afraid you'll fall for me all over again?"
Sho snorted.
"Bold of you to assume I ever stopped."
That earned him an actual blush, though she quickly hid it behind her drink.
The movie continued, and soon, the couple on screen found themselves locked in a heated, dramatic kiss in the pouring rain.
Sakura popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth and nudged Sho with her elbow.
"So, would you kiss me like that in the rain?" she asked.
Sho smiled, whispering back, "Obviously. I'd even twirl you around like that, if you wanted."
Sakura's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Oho? You trying to out-romance a rom-com?"
"If I say yes, will it impress you?"
"Mmm…maybe," she teased, stealing a handful of his popcorn.
Sho gasped in mock offence.
"Thief!"
Before he could retaliate, an annoyed voice from behind them hissed, "Shhh!"
Both of them froze, exchanging guilty looks before muffling their chuckles.
Sakura leaned closer, whispering, "Oops. Guess we should behave."
Sho grinned, keeping his voice low. "That's a first for you."
She pinched his arm lightly, making him stifle another laugh.
"Hush, or I'll steal more popcorn."
Sho gave up, shaking his head as they finally focused back on the movie, though the sly glances and lingering smiles between them never stopped.
After the credits rolled, they stepped out of the theatre together, still holding onto each other's arms.
"That was a good movie," Sakura said cheerfully, still giggling from some of the funnier scenes.
"It was alright, I guess," Sho shrugged, playing it cool. "But I've seen better love scenes in my mom's books."
"Oh?" Sakura's curiosity piqued. "Think you could recommend any of them?"
"Sure. I can even lend you some the next chance I get."
The couple walked down to a crosswalk, the light already turning green. Before they could step onto the street, an obnoxiously loud engine roared from the street corner. Sho quickly took Sakura by the shoulders and gently pulled her back as a red convertible car swerved into their path. The couple blinked dumbly at the abruptness, loud rock music blaring from the stereo. The driver, a Chinese young adult wearing sunglasses, glared at the couple.
"Watch where you're goin', ya foo!" the Chinese man snapped at them, before looking back at the road and driving off, leaving a trail of dust from the loud screech of the tyres.
Sho quickly fanned the dust from his face as he glared back at the retreating driver.
"Asshole!" he shouted after him.
"Forget him," Sakura coughed. "It isn't uncommon to find people who have sticks up their asses." Then she grinned, nudging him. "So, wanna grab a bite to eat?"
Sho glanced at her teasingly.
"Only if you promise not to steal my food, too."
Sakura laughed, linking her arm with his.
"No promises."
Sho and Sakura stepped into the local burger joint where the warm scent of grilled patties, melted cheese, and crispy fries filled the air. The place had a casual charm, with red booths, checkered floors, and neon signs casting a soft glow over the tables.
They grabbed a booth near the window, sliding into opposite seats, and soon their food arrived: a double cheeseburger and fries for Sho, a chicken sandwich and onion rings for Sakura, along with two milkshakes.
Sakura immediately stole one of Sho's fries, popping it into her mouth with a smirk.
"Didn't we just talk about you stealing my food?" he reminded her, eyes narrowing.
She chewed slowly, smiling innocently.
"Nope. I don't remember that conversation."
"Unbelievable," Sho sighed dramatically. "I'm dating a criminal."
"Oh, please." Sakura waved him off. "It's in the Girlfriend Handbook: I get first dibs on your food. Besides, you're not that hungry, right?"
Sho took a pointed bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before replying, "Huh. Guess I was hungry."
Sakura gasped in mock betrayal.
"Did you just eat without offering me a bite first? Unforgivable."
With a sly grin, Sho picked up another fry, holding it just out of her reach.
"Wanna share properly this time?"
Sakura leaned in, parting her lips — but just as she was about to bite, Sho pulled it away at the last second.
Her eyebrow twitched.
"Sho-kun," Sakura growled.
"What? You started it," he teased, popping the fry into his mouth with a smug look.
Sakura crossed her arms, pouting dramatically.
"Fine. I'll just eat all your fries later when you're not looking."
Sho chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of his milkshake.
Halfway through the meal, Sakura reached for his milkshake, taking a casual sip through his straw.
Sho watched her, his eyes narrowing.
"You have your own shake."
Sakura shrugged, licking a bit of whipped cream from her lip.
"Yeah, but yours always tastes better."
Sho rolled his eyes, but he couldn't fight the small, fond smile tugging at his lips.
As they finished their food, Sakura leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm.
"So..." she started, smirking playfully. "...how does it feel knowing your girlfriend could totally kick your ass?"
Sho raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Oh? You think you can kick my ass?"
Sakura grinned, pointing at herself.
"Of course, I can," she boasted. "I've got moves you haven't even seen yet."
Sho leaned in slightly, resting his elbows on the table.
"Is that so? And what if I've got moves you haven't seen yet?"
Sakura's eyes sparkled with interest.
"Oh? Like what?"
Sho took a sip of his drink, playing it cool.
"Guess you'll have to find out."
"Is that a challenge?" Sakura tilted her head, smirking.
"Maybe," Sho shrugged. "You feeling competitive?"
Sakura sat up instantly, her excitement clear.
"Always."
"Alright then," Sho chuckled. "Let's settle this at the arcade."
"OK, but I have a surprise for you first," Sakura winked, raising a finger.
"A surprise?" Sho raised an eyebrow.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to Sho Kasai~!
Happy Birthday to you~!"
A group of servers came to their table, singing Happy Birthday, while the one in front carried a birthday cake with twenty candles on it. Sho gawked as the cake was placed in front of him.
"Happy birthday, Sho-kun," Sakura smiled, kissing him on the cheek.
"My birthday..." Sho smacked his forehead. "I forgot it was my birthday."
"I didn't," Sakura confessed. "When you asked me out on a date today, I figured it was my chance to surprise you."
"Wow, Sakura-chan," Sho responded, touched by the gesture. "Thank you."
"Now, blow out your candles and make a wish," Sakura urged.
Sho nodded, thinking about his wish, and then he blew out the candles. The servers and Sakura applauded.
"Oh, almost forgot." Sho reached inside his jacket, and presented a wrapped gift to Sakura. "Happy White Day."
"Oh, Sho-kun," Sakura smiled, accepting the gift. It was his birthday, and yet he was giving her a gift for White Day.
"You gave me some great chocolate last month, Sakura-chan. I wanted to return the favour."
She pecked him on the lips in response.
After the impromptu birthday/White Day celebration where the couple shared the cake, they stepped out of the burger joint together. Sakura looped her arm through Sho's, flashing him a playful grin.
"So, we still headed for the arcade?" she asked.
"It's my birthday, isn't it?" Sho asked rhetorically.
"Then prepare to be destroyed, Sho-kun."
The moment they stepped into the arcade, Sakura's eyes lit up with excitement as she spotted the DDR machine. Without hesitation, she grabbed Sho's wrist and pulled him toward it, her competitive energy radiating off her in waves.
Sho sighed dramatically, shaking his head.
"I already regret this."
Sakura's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Oh, you will." She bounced on the balls of her feet, practically buzzing with excitement. "Come on! I need to burn off those calories!"
Sho chuckled, leaning slightly against the machine as he watched her.
"Right. Because utterly humiliating me in DDR counts as a workout."
Sakura grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward, her smile growing.
"Exactly. Now, get ready, Sho-kun, 'cause you're about to get schooled."
Sho shook his head, laughing.
"I highly doubt that." Honestly, she could probably burn off those calories just by being her usual hyperactive self.
Sakura planted her hands on her hips, eyes twinkling with challenge.
"So, think you can beat me this time?"
Sho crossed his arms, trying to look confident.
"I've had practice."
Was that true? Maybe. Was he actually ready for what was about to happen? Probably not.
The game started, and the two immediately launched into motion. Feet moving, music pumping, and the competition heating up.
Sakura danced effortlessly, her movements flawless as she hit every step with precision, her body moving fluidly to the rhythm. Sho danced beside her, his quick reflexes helping him keep up, though he wasn't perfect. He managed to stay on beat, but it didn't take long for him to get…distracted.
Sakura was mesmerizing: the way she moved with such ease, her energy, the confidence in her steps, it was impossible not to steal glances. He stumbled slightly, barely recovering in time to keep his score from plummeting.
By the time the song ended, the machine flashed their scores on the screen.
"That was fun," Sakura said, grinning as she wiped a stray strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah…" Sho exhaled, shaking his head with a smile. "And you beat me again. Guess that means I get a penalty game."
"Really?" Sakura blinked innocently.
"It's the rules. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants. So…what's it gonna be?"
For a moment, she simply smiled at him, mischief glinting in her eyes.
"I'll tell you later."
Sho gulped. That impish smile sent a shiver down his spine. Just what kind of 'penalty' was she thinking?
Before he could dwell on it, Sakura grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
"Come on! Let's hit the VR shooter!"
Sho adjusted his VR headset, gripping the replica handgun as the digital world loaded around them. The eerie sound of moaning zombies filled the air, and the neon-lit arcade around them faded into darkness, replaced by a foggy, abandoned cityscape.
Beside him, Sakura smirked, holding her own virtual gun with confident ease.
"Try to keep up, sharpshooter," she teased.
Sho let out a low chuckle, spinning his fake gun before aiming forward.
"Oh, I intend to."
The countdown ticked down: 3… 2… 1… START!
Immediately, the screen erupted in chaos as a wave of undead lurched toward them, snarling and reaching out with decayed hands.
Sho's reflexes kicked in instantly. His gun flashed with each precise shot: headshot, headshot, double headshot, triple headshot, and more headshots. Zombies crumpled to the ground before they could even get close.
Sakura was no slouch either. She moved fluidly, dispatching zombies with perfectly placed shots.
"Not bad," she muttered, taking down a sprinting zombie before it reached her. "But can you handle this?"
Just then, a massive zombie wielding a chainsaw burst through the doors on-screen, roaring as it charged toward them.
Sho dodged to the side as if it were real, quickly firing three shots into its head.
The creature stumbled but didn't fall.
Sakura narrowed her eyes.
"Time for some teamwork."
They both fired in sync, landing a final shot between the monster's eyes. With a gurgling howl, it collapsed in a heap, the screen flashing:
[CRITICAL HIT!]
The game moved forward to the next stage where the zombies were faster, stronger, and more aggressive.
"Left side's yours!" Sho called, his voice steady.
"Got it!" Sakura responded, taking out a group of undead crawling toward them.
They worked seamlessly, covering each other's blind spots, their movements so in sync that they hardly needed to speak.
Then, the Boss Fight warning flashed across the screen. A hulking, grotesque mutant emerged, its bulging muscles twitching, and glowing red weak points appeared on its body.
Sho and Sakura dove into cover, dodging as it hurled massive debris at them.
"We have to hit all the weak points before it regenerates!" Sho instructed.
"On it!" Sakura yelled, rolling to the side and firing at its exposed chest.
Sho targeted its glowing eyes, landing three consecutive headshots before shifting his aim to its knees.
The Boss roared, staggering, its final weak point glowing dangerously.
A slow-motion, bullet-time sequence triggered. One final synchronized shot would finish it off.
Sho and Sakura both fired at the same time.
*BOOM!*
The Boss exploded in a fiery digital display, its monstrous howl cutting off abruptly. The game screen flashed in bold letters:
[MISSION COMPLETE!]
Their scores were tallied on the screen.
Sakura pulled off her headset, staring at the display in disbelief before letting out a laugh.
"You beat me!" she exclaimed in surprise, nudging Sho's arm. "You scored a headshot every single time!"
Sho shrugged modestly, though the smug glint in his eyes gave him away.
"What can I say? Some of us are just naturals."
Sakura crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.
"No way that was beginner's luck. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
Sho smirked, pulling open his jacket slightly, revealing a holstered airsoft gun strapped to his side.
"My dad taught me," he said simply.
Sakura blinked, her gaze flicking from the gun back to his face.
"Is that...real?"
"Nah," he chuckled. "Just airsoft. But trust me: getting hit in the eye still hurts like hell."
Sakura snorted, shaking her head.
"Of course, you would be the type to carry one of those around."
Sho grinned, slipping his jacket back into place.
"Hey, self-defence comes in many forms."
Sakura tapped her chin, pretending to think.
"Alright, sharpshooter. Since you wiped the floor with me here, how about I pick the next challenge?"
Sho narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"This isn't leading me to another dance battle, is it?"
"Nope," Sakura smirked. "This time, we're testing your luck."
Before Sho could protest, Sakura grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the claw machines.
He let out a dramatic groan.
"Great. Just what I needed. Rigged games."
Sakura grinned over her shoulder.
"Try not to lose all your tokens, Sho-kun."
The claw machine was brightly lit, filled with plushies and prizes, but Sho knew the truth: this thing was a scam.
Still, he inserted a token, and maneuvered the claw toward a stuffed panda. The claw descended, grasped the plushie…and then immediately let go just before reaching the prize slot.
Sho stared.
"…Are you kidding me?"
Sakura burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
"Oh my God, that was pathetic."
Sho sighed, inserting another token. This time, he aimed for a different plushie: a cute-looking cat.
The claw grabbed it…lifted it…and then dropped it again.
Sho gritted his teeth.
"I swear," he hissed. "This machine is cheating."
Sakura, still giggling, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Move aside, rookie. Let the pro handle this."
With one smooth motion, she inserted a token, moved the joystick with precision, and dropped the claw perfectly over a small rabbit plushie.
The claw grabbed it, lifted it…and dropped it right into the prize slot.
Sakura picked up the plushie triumphantly, grinning at Sho.
"And that is how it's done."
Sho crossed his arms, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"I think this machine is just sexist."
Sakura snorted, holding up the plushie.
"You know what? Since you lost, I think I'll keep this as my victory trophy."
Sho arched an eyebrow.
"Trophy? Or proof that you cheated?"
She gasped, feigning offence.
"Are you accusing me of foul play, Sho-kun?"
"No, I'm accusing this machine of being evil incarnate."
Sakura laughed, looping her arm through his.
"Come on, sore loser. Let's see what else this place has to offer before we call it a night."
Sho grumbled, but let her drag him along, secretly enjoying every second of it.
They spent two more hours in the arcade, hopping from game to game, until they finally decided to head out.
As they walked, Sakura suddenly grinned menacingly.
"Alright, I know what I want for your penalty."
Sho felt a pit form in his stomach.
"Why do I feel like I'm about to regret this?"
"Because you are. Your penalty is…" She paused for dramatic effect. "You have to go shopping with me."
Sho's expression immediately fell into horror.
"Oh, no…"
Memories of endless shopping trips with his mother and sisters flooded his mind. The hours of waiting outside dressing rooms, hauling shopping bags, standing in crowded stores.
It was the bane of every man's existence.
Sakura only giggled, linking her arm with his.
"Oh, don't worry. This will be fun."
Sho had his doubts until he saw where she had taken him.
"Sakura-chan…" His eyes widened. "This is a lingerie store."
She shot him a wicked grin.
"Yeah, I know. Get ready for your present, birthday boy."
Before he could protest, she dragged him inside. The moment they stepped in, Sho could feel the stares from other shoppers. This was a lingerie store, after all. A lone guy in the middle of it? Most people would assume he was a pervert.
And he's no pervert!
Sakura was too busy picking out a few pieces to notice his distress. After grabbing a few selections, she turned to him.
"Wait here." She gestured to a bench near the dressing rooms. "And no peeking."
Sho plopped down, rubbing his temples.
"Cool down, cool down..." He pinched his thigh in an attempt to ground himself.
He had seen what she picked out and was already imagining her in them.
Sakura was already drop-dead gorgeous in her usual outfit, but she was about to try on lingerie and show it off to him.
His mom would be proud of him.
Just as he was trying to steel himself, the curtain swished open.
Sho's eyes widened like dinner plates. His nose almost started bleeding.
"So, how do you like this?" Sakura asked, striking a playful pose.
Her first choice was a white lacy one-piece, sleek and elegant, but with a deep V-cut that plunged below her navel.
'Basic, yet sexy,' Sho noted, his eyes rolling over her curves. 'She's starting slow.'
Then she disappeared behind the curtain, only to emerge again moments later.
Her second choice was a black bra and thong set, showing off the perfect curves of her backside.
Sho felt his face burn red.
'Damn...I'd love to get my hands on that ass.'
Then came the final set.
The leopard-print set featured a bra made of two delicate lace triangles, barely offering enough coverage to be considered modest. The matching panties were just as revealing: two small triangles of fabric held together by thin, teasing strings at her hips.
Sho's breath hitched.
"...Whoa, mama," he whispered, blood leaking from his nose.
Sakura, on the other hand, could practically feel his reaction.
Being a kunoichi has given her plenty of useful skills: observation, reading people, and seduction. And right now, she was putting those skills to good use. She loved teasing Sho. His flustered expressions were just too much fun for her.
Sakura leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well now, if I managed to get that much of a rise out of you…" she purred. "…you're going to love what I saved for last." She winked. "What do you say, birthday boy? Think you can handle it?"
Sho sat frozen, his brain overheating from the sheer amount of sexiness being shoved directly in his face.
What else did she have in store for him?
In a dimly lit corner of the store, a young woman struggled against the unwelcome hands of an older man. His large, sweaty fingers roamed over her body, groping her breasts, sides, and thighs, ignoring her desperate attempts to break free.
With a sharp gasp, she finally wrenched herself away, stumbling backwards, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
"Please! I already told you to stop!" she cried, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "I don't wanna do this anymore!"
The man let out a low, chuckling sneer, his lecherous grin widening as he wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, what's wrong, Hisako?" he cooed mockingly. "And after I went through all the trouble of helping you get this job…"
Hisako's stomach twisted at the way he said it, like she owed him something.
He took a slow step forward, towering over her, his gaze hungry and predatory.
"I thought you cared about your little brother and sister. Who else is gonna bring in money, huh? Since, y'know…you ain't got parents anymore."
Hisako clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
"I didn't get hired just to be sexually harassed!" she spat, her voice shaking with rage and humiliation. "I'm not some cheap hooker!"
The man snorted, his face twisting in amusement.
"Tch. That's too bad. 'Cause it's part of the job description." His grin widened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot and rancid against her skin. "You wanna keep your little family off the streets? Then you follow the boss's orders. If not? You can get the hell out. But good luck finding someone to hire a plain, homely girl like you."
That was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Something inside snapped.
Hisako glared up at him, pure hatred burning in her eyes.
"Oh yeah?" she hissed, reaching into her pocket. Before he could react, she yanked out a small black capsule and held it up. "Fuck this job! And fuck you!"
Then, with zero hesitation, she clicked the capsule and jammed it into her neck.
[ASTROMONS!]
The capsule sank into her skin, sending a violent shudder through her body. Hisako's eyes flashed, glowing with an unnatural light as her form twisted and mutated before her horrified boss.
He staggered back, his smug grin vanishing as sheer panic overtook his face. Before him, the frail girl was gone. In her place stood a monstrous, bipedal creature, its reptilian form towering over him.
Her skin had become rough, armoured in green scales, with sharp spikes running down her spine like jagged thorns. Two menacing horns jutted from her head: one on her snout, the other rising from her forehead. But the most terrifying sight was the large, crimson flower that had bloomed across her chest and stomach, its petals pulsing, breathing, as if alive.
Instead of hands, her arms had transformed into deadly weapons: her right arm had become a long, whip-like tendril, coiling and snapping like a serpent. Her left arm ended in a gleaming, curved hook, wickedly sharp and ready to tear flesh from bone.
Giant Flower Kaijujin Astromons
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" the man screamed, scrambling backwards, his eyes wild with terror.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from Astromons' throat, her monstrous form looming over the man who had once held power over her.
Now, it was his turn to be afraid.
With a whip-like snap, Astromons' tendril arm lashed out, snaring him before he could flee. He thrashed violently, his fingers clawing at the tightening grip, but the more he struggled, the tighter the appendage coiled around him.
He was dragged forward, inch by inch, toward the gaping maw at the centre of the massive, blood-red flower blooming across her chest. The centre opened like the jaws of some eldritch nightmare, hungry, waiting. The man's breathing hitched, his entire body shaking as he realized what was about to happen.
Astromons snarled, her inhuman gaze locked onto him. She despised this wretched excuse for a man. She didn't want to touch him, didn't want to eat him, didn't want anything to do with him.
But she would make sure he suffered for what he had done to her.
With a sharp hiss, she sprayed him with pollen, the golden mist coating his skin and clothes like a deathly veil.
At first, he blinked. Confused. Then he screamed. A raw, agonized shriek tore from his throat as his flesh began to bubble and melt, the pollen acting as a corrosive acid, eating away at his skin and clothes. His hands liquefied first, the bones turning black and crumbling to dust as the rot spread up his arms. His face twisted into a grotesque mask of horror as his body collapsed in on itself, dissolving into a putrid, steaming puddle.
Astromons watched, her expression unreadable. But then, slowly…she sneered.
This man — this filth — had used his power, his wealth, and his authority to torment her, believing himself untouchable.
Now? He was nothing.
And yet…
She wasn't satisfied.
Because he hadn't been alone.
Her co-workers had seen it. They had heard her cries for help, watched her suffer in silence, and had done nothing. They turned away, pretending it wasn't happening. They had let her rot in fear while protecting themselves.
They were just as guilty as him.
They all needed to pay. With their lives!
So far, Sho was having the time of his life.
Hanging out with Sakura was an absolute joy. She was fun, playful, and way too good at teasing him. And now? She was trying on sexy lingerie just for him.
Did this girl even realize what she was doing to him?
His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he had to discreetly adjust himself whenever she wasn't looking. There was no way she didn't know how attractive she was. She had the body of a supermodel, with flawless curves, gorgeous breasts, and a perfect, heart-stopping ass.
Nothing could ruin this moment.
"KYAAAAAAAA!"
Oh, he just had to tempt fate, didn't he?
The piercing scream cut through the air just as one of the store workers was snatched by a long, whip-like tendril. She thrashed violently, kicking and clawing at the appendage, but it was useless. The monster reeled her in, dragging her toward the gaping maw of the giant blood-red flower blooming across her chest.
Her screams turned to muffled shrieks as she was swallowed whole, her kicking legs the last thing to vanish before the petals sealed shut around her.
Then the monster turned her gaze toward the rest of the store.
Panic erupted.
Customers and staff members screamed and fled, pushing and shoving their way toward the exits as Astromons continued her rampage, her tendril lashing out, hunting for more prey.
At that moment, Sakura emerged from the dressing room, hastily putting her clothes back on when she heard the commotion.
"Damn, a Kaijujin, here?" she grumbled. Dropping into a low stance, she reached down and plunged her hand into her shadow. The darkened surface rippled like liquid, swallowing her arm up to the elbow before she pulled back, her fingers now gripping the cool steel of a pair of daggers.
Her eyes narrowed, her muscles coiled, her body ready for battle.
Meanwhile, Sho reached into his jacket, pulling out an item: it was a hexagonal device that was split down the middle with two empty cylindrical slots on either side. He placed it onto his waist, and in an instant, a belt strap extended from one side, looping around his body before locking into place with a crisp click on the other side.
[2WEI FUSION DRIVER!]
As a female voice announced the name of the device, a case materialized on the right side of the belt, seamlessly sliding open to reveal a set of bullet-shaped capsules, each one carrying the power of a legendary warrior. Sho's fingers brushed over them before he grabbed one, clicking the top. A holographic projection materialized before him, taking the form of a Kamen Rider.
The Rider was clad in a black bodysuit with reinforced green chest armour, his helmet a lighter shade of green, crowned with red compound eyes and sharp, bug-like antennae. His silver gloves and boots gleamed while a blood-red scarf flowed behind him. Around his waist, he wore a belt with a fan-like device embedded at its core.
Sho slid the capsule into the right slot of his Fusion Driver.
[KAMEN RIDER ICHIGO!]
Without hesitation, he grabbed a second capsule, clicking it to summon another Rider projection.
This Rider stood tall in a black bodysuit, his chest armour and shoulders were deep crimson, accented with gold wrist and ankle bands. His helmet was sleek and black, his red eyes burning with intensity, while golden horns curved upward from his forehead, adding to his regal, battle-hardened presence. Around his waist, he wore a metal belt with a glowing red core.
Sho inserted the capsule into the left slot of his Driver.
[KAMEN RIDER KUUGA!]
Sho took a deep breath. His eyes hardened with resolve.
"Henshin!"
With a powerful motion, he pressed down on both Rider Fusion Capsules. The buckle split open like a gate, revealing a spinning fan-like apparatus at its centre. The Rider projections surged forward, merging into his body as a blinding crimson flash engulfed him.
[FUSION RIDE!]
A gust of wind blasted outward, scattering the residual energy like falling embers. As the light faded, Sho's new form was revealed. He was clad in a sleek black bodysuit, reinforced by bold red armour across his torso, moulded to resemble chiselled abs and pecs. Complementing the torso armour were red gloves and boots featuring armoured plating. Both of his wrists and ankles were adorned with golden bracelets. A red scarf, composed of pure energy, wrapped around his neck, flowing like a banner in the wind.
His helmet was striking and powerful: a full-face, silver mask resembling insect mandibles, with massive red compound eyes glowing with intensity. Between those crimson lenses, a brilliant gemstone shimmered, embedded at the centre of his forehead. From that stone, a pair of golden antennae extended outward, forming a V-shape, his warrior's crest.
At last, his Driver declared his identity:
[KAMEN RIDER ZWEI: MIGHTY HOPPER!]
"Let's go, Sakura-chan," Zwei said, his voice steady with determination.
Sakura nodded in response, her expression sharpening. Without hesitation, she enveloped herself in shadows, her form momentarily disappearing into the darkness. When the shadows faded, she reemerged, now clad in her Taimanin suit, its sleek design hugging her form like a second skin. A mask covered the lower half of her face, concealing her identity while adding an air of mystery to her already formidable presence.
Kamen Rider Zwei and Taimanin Sakura charged forward, their movements fluid and precise as they closed in on Astromons. The Kaijujin snarled, its tendril whip lashing out in rapid succession, but the two warriors bobbed and weaved, slipping past each strike with practised ease.
Zwei struck first, his fist slamming into Astromons' chest, sending the monstrous creature crashing into a row of mannequins. Plastic limbs scattered across the floor, toppling like lifeless bodies. But Astromons recovered fast, clawing her way back up with a guttural growl. Before Zwei could press the attack, the Kaijujin spewed a thick cloud of acidic pollen, the air shimmering with its volatile nature. Explosions erupted across Zwei's body, forcing a pained scream from his lips as he staggered backwards, smoke rising from his armour.
Seeing her partner in danger, Sakura acted fast. She dropped to her knees, sinking into the shadows beneath her feet, and then reappeared behind Astromons, bursting out of the darkness in a flash. Her blades gleamed as she slashed across her back, a deep, searing cut marking the monster's scales.
Astromons howled in pain, spinning around to strike, but Sakura was already gone, vanishing back into the shadows. The Kaijujin whipped her head around, scanning for her, but before she could react, a barrage of shadow kunai erupted from the darkness beneath her, slashing through her body.
Astromons stumbled back, growling in frustration, only to be met with Sakura reappearing midair, her leg twisting in a powerful spinning kick that connected hard with the monster's head.
Snarling, Astromons snatched up several mannequins with her tendril and hurled them at Sakura with incredible force. She leapt aside, dodging them just in time, but then the Kaijujin's tendril lashed out again, catching her by the leg.
"Tch—!"
But before she could react, Astromons swung her like a ragdoll, hurling her straight into the wall.
"Sakura-chan!" Zwei rushed to her side, his heart pounding. "Are you okay?"
Sakura gritted her teeth, shaking off the impact as she got back to her feet.
"I'm fine." She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. "It's gonna take more than that to do me in. Got any ideas?"
A female voice crackled from within Zwei's helmet.
"I would suggest firepower," the voice advised. "It's a plant-like organism, so fire should work."
"I've got just the thing." With a flick of his wrist, Zwei pulled out another set of Fusion Capsules, ready to turn the tide of battle.
He clicked the first capsule and, in an instant, a projection of a Rider materialized to his right. The figure was clad in a green bodysuit with a high upturned collar, exuding a sense of old-school heroism. His hands were encased in white gloves while red boots added contrast to his sleek frame. A silver chestplate adorned his torso, bisected by a bold red segment running down the centre. His helmet was a striking red, featuring a wide, white-ridged stripe running straight down the middle, flanked by large, emerald green eyes that glowed with intensity.
He inserted the Rider Capsule into the empty right slot.
[KAMEN RIDER V3!]
He quickly clicked the second capsule, and another projection appeared, this time on his left.
This Rider's design was sleeker and more battle-hardened. He wore a red bodysuit, reinforced by black and silver torso armor with broad shoulder plates. His body was decorated with metallic sockets embedded into his knees, forearms and shoulders, giving him a futuristic, mechanized appearance. Around his waist sat a silver belt, its black panel at the centre emblazoned with a golden dragon insignia.
His helmet was black and silver, his deep red eyes hidden behind a grilled visor that gave him an air of mystery and power. A silver dragon crest gleamed on his forehead, marking his identity. Most notably, his left forearm was armed with a gauntlet shaped like a dragon's head, hinting at the fiery power he wielded.
Zwei inserted the capsule into the left slot of his Fusion Driver.
[KAMEN RIDER RYUKI!]
With both capsules secured, he tapped them simultaneously, triggering the transformation sequence.
[FUSION RIDE! KAMEN RIDER ZWEI: HURRICANE COMBUSTER!]
The Rider projections surged forward, merging seamlessly with Zwei. In an instant, a tornado of fire erupted around him, its intense heat and swirling winds forcing Astromons back just as she lunged to attack.
The inferno raged violently, the sheer force of it shaking the store before it finally dispersed, and standing amidst the fading embers was Zwei's new form: Hurricane Combuster.
His bodysuit had shifted to a vibrant red, its sleek design exuding both speed and power. A silver chestplate adorned his torso, with a bold red segment running down the centre, resembling a warrior's battle crest. His forearms were encased in black gauntlets, each wrist adorned with silver bracelets, while matching silver boots wrapped around his legs, secured with black bands that reinforced his stance.
His helmet was distinct and fierce, featuring a grilled visor that covered his eyes, the narrow slits behind it glowing an intense green. Extending from his brow, a pair of sharp antennae jutted outward, adding to his insectoid, battle-ready appearance.
Finally, behind him, a pair of green energy mufflers hovered majestically, crackling with power, their very presence generating whispers of wind and embers of flame around him.
"Hot," Sakura admired, and Zwei smirked under his helmet.
Astromons lashed out with her tendril, the whip-like appendage snapping through the air with deadly force. But Zwei strode toward her fearlessly, his fists and legs moving in perfect sync, deflecting each strike with precise punches and kicks.
When she tried to cleave him down with her hooked arm, he responded in kind.
[MULTIARMS!]
At first, he held a metal rod which held a sphere on each end, but as soon as he grasped it, the device transformed. The rod lengthened to the size of a proper staff while the spheres on each end opened up to generate a curved blade.
[HURRICANE HALBERD!]
The blades ignited with heat, bursting into flames as he twirled around the Hurricane Halberd. With fluid, calculated slashes, he carved through the air, each strike searing into the Giant Flower Kaijujin's flesh, forcing Astromons to recoil in pain.
Snarling, she attempted one last desperate move: releasing a thick cloud of acidic pollen.
But Zwei didn't flinch. His entire body ignited, the sheer heat scorching the air around him, incinerating the pollen before it could even reach him.
"Sakura, hold it down! I'm ending this!" Zwei commanded as he tapped both capsules in his Fusion Driver with his thumbs.
[V3! RYUKI! FUSION BURST!]
"Got it!"
Sakura slammed her palm against the ground. In an instant, her shadow surged forward, merging with Astromons' own. And from the darkness, black chains erupted, snapping tight around the Kaijujin's limbs and jaws, locking her in place.
A roaring dragon made entirely of red flames suddenly coiled around Zwei, spiralling through the air like a living inferno before merging with his body, engulfing him completely in searing fire.
"DRAGONIC DYNAMITE!"
Zwei launched himself forward, dashing at incredible speed before leaping high into the air. The fire surrounding him twisted into a blazing spiral, condensing around his right fist as he dove toward his target like a meteor.
With a final, earth-shattering strike, Zwei's flaming fist pierced straight through Astromons' body, the sheer force causing her to erupt into a massive explosion.
"Yosha!" Zwei landed smoothly, rising to his feet as the dust settled. Before him, a woman lay unconscious on the floor, no longer the monstrous Astromons. Beside her, still smoking from the battle, was a black capsule, eerily similar to his own. He barely had time to process it before it shattered into fragments, disintegrating into nothing.
As particles rose from the shattered Fusion Capsule, Zwei took a capsule from his holder and held it out, clicking it. The particles were absorbed into the capsule. He took a moment to examine the capsule as it shone briefly, only to frown in disappointment.
"Still not enough."
Then, in the distance, police sirens could be heard.
"Time to go," Zwei sighed.
"Let's move," Sakura said, grabbing his hand.
"This is gonna suck," he grumbled.
"Oh, suck it up," Sakura smirked, throwing him a playful wink.
With that, the shadows beneath them twisted and stretched, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished into the darkness.
Sho returned with two sodas in hand, the cans cold against his palms as he walked back to the bench where Sakura sat.
The two of them were in a park and had changed back into their civilian attire, trying to salvage what was left of their date.
Sho let out a deep sigh as he plopped down beside Sakura, the cool soda can hissing softly as he cracked it open.
"So much for our date, huh?" he muttered before taking a sip.
Sakura popped open her own drink, exhaling in amusement.
"And on your birthday of all days, too," she sadly replied, disappointed. "At this point, I just expect something like this to happen."
"Yeah," Sho chuckled, shaking his head. "Seems to be a pattern with us." He took another sip before glancing over at her. "So, what should we do next?"
Sakura tilted her head, her mischievous smile making his heart skip a beat or two.
"How about we head over to your place?" she purred, her tone laced with playful intent. "Since it's your birthday, I wanna celebrate it properly with you."
Sho's breath hitched for half a second before he smiled.
"I'd like that." He leaned back, gazing at her with genuine warmth. "And...thanks for having my back."
Sakura smiled, her gaze softening as she turned to him.
"Of course. You know you can always count on me, Sho-kun."
Leaning in, Sakura pressed a gentle peck against his cheek. She was about to pull away, but Sho's arm slipped around her waist, holding her close. Their lips met. It was not just a kiss, but something deeper. Sakura let out a soft moan, melting into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
Reluctantly, they broke apart, but their gazes remained locked, full of unspoken longing.
"You know…it's just us here," Sakura murmured, glancing toward the trees. Her tone was playful, sultry. "Ever done it outside before?"
"Outside?" Sho blinked. "Here? Now?" His cheeks flushed instantly.
"What's the matter?" Sakura smirked, her voice dripping with mischief. "Is baby shy?" He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "I saw the way you looked at me while I was trying on lingerie." She leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing against his ear. "You really wanted to fuck me right there, didn't you?"
Sho swallowed hard.
"...You're not wrong," he muttered.
Had that Kaijujin not attacked, he might have given in — maybe even followed her into the changing room, risk be damned.
And it would've been so worth it.
"Just imagine it, Sho-kun…" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Me bent over, bracing against the tree while you pound my pussy."
Sho groaned, feeling his self-control slipping.
"Or maybe..." she continued. "...you are pinning me against the bark, lifting me up by my legs as you take me…"
"Sakura-chan…" he exhaled, his voice strained. "You are making this really hard—"
"I know," she purred, cupping him through his pants. "I can feel it. Whaddya say, birthday boy? Wanna fuck your hot, ninja girlfriend right here and now? We can even call that your birthday present before we head back to your place. I'm gonna rock your world, all night long."
Sakura knew exactly what she was doing.
She had always known she was sexy and was now using it to her advantage. She knew how to get Sho in the mood. She knew what to say, what to do, to ignite that fire inside him.
Sho hissed, a sharp intake of breath as her hand pressed against his arousal, rubbing in slow, torturous strokes.
"Sakura-chan…"
Something in him snapped. In an instant, Sho pushed her down onto the bench, capturing her lips in a deep, fiery kiss.
Sakura gasped but quickly wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closer. His hands found her breasts, squeezing through her shirt, drawing out a breathy moan from her lips.
Breaking the kiss, Sho trailed his lips down her neck, leaving a heated trail of kisses before finding that one sweet spot and claiming it. His lips sealed over the sensitive skin, sucking gently, then harder, intent on leaving his mark. He was about to lift her shirt, needing to feel more, when she stopped him.
Sho blinked, confusion flickering across his face, until he saw her eyes darting toward the trees.
His breath stilled.
"...What is it?" he whispered.
Sakura didn't move, didn't flinch, keeping her expression calm, controlled.
"We're being watched," she whispered back.
Without hesitation, she slipped a hand into the shadows between them, fingers grasping onto something solid.
In one smooth motion, she hurled a rock toward the trees.
"Ow!"
A figure suddenly leapt down from the tree, landing gracefully before them, still clutching the rock.
Standing before them was a young woman with shoulder-length, dark blue hair that framed her striking, violet eyes. Her turquoise bodysuit was so form-fitting it almost looked painted onto her skin, accentuating every curve. She wore fingerless gloves in shades of blue, turquoise, and silver, with mesh covering her forearms, while mesh pantyhose extended down her legs, ending in sleek, heeled, blue boots.
She pouted innocently at Sakura, tilting her head in mock offence.
"Jeez, Sakura-chan. Is that any way to say hello?"
The couple got off the bench and faced the spy.
"What are you doing here, Nea?" Sakura frowned, angrily. She and Sho were just getting in the mood, only to get cock-blocked/clam-jammed.
Damn it, Nea!
"I was just in the area when I spotted you two," Nea answered.
"You mean you were spying on us," the blonde accused.
"Semantics," she shrugged.
"Sakura-chan, do you know her?" Sho asked.
"Uh...that's Nea Shinonome," Sakura explained. "She's a Taimanin, like I am. She's also part of my unit."
Nea suddenly appeared in front of his face.
"Ah!" Sho recoiled in surprise.
"So, who is this cutie? Your boyfriend?" Nea asked teasingly.
"Sho Kasai," Sho stated, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he kept his guard up. "Hi."
"Nice to meet you. Anyway, Kamen Rider-kun, you're coming with us."
Sho, hearing what she had called him, went wide-eyed.
"Wait, what did you-!?"
But before he could finish, Nea suddenly blew a fine powder into his face.
"What the—!?" Sho coughed violently, his vision blurring as dizziness washed over him. His limbs felt heavy, his mind sluggish, like he was sinking into warm water. "Yoooou biiitch..." Slurring, he wobbled unsteadily before collapsing forward — his head landing right against Nea's bosom with a dull thud.
He was out cold.
Nea grinned triumphantly, wrapping her arms around him with ease.
"Target acquired~!"
"Nea!" Sakura shouted, her voice filled with outrage.
Nea blinked at her, entirely unfazed.
"What? He knows too much. Besides, now we can question him." She rested her fingers on his head, casually stroking his hair. Then, something changed. Her eyes slightly widened before a mischievous smile slowly curled across her lips. "Oh? What's this?" She purred, tilting her head as her fingers played with his locks. "I think he's having a really nice dream about you right now..."
Sakura's face went red.
"ZIP IT!"
Dr. Exposition: Happy birthday, Sho Kasai. He was born on the 14th of March, which is why I decided to post this chapter on his birthday, which just so happens to be my birthday as well. So, happy birthday to me.
So, this is a sequel to Kamen Rider Showa, with Shinichi's brother taking the mantle of Kamen Rider and the 2WEI Fusion Driver. This was actually teased in Showa Chronicles. I also used human-sized Ultra Kaiju as his enemies as well. Why not? Ultra Kaiju are cool plus they are recyclable. I mean, think about it. How often has the same kaiju been reused throughout the Ultra Multiverse? As soon as a new kaiju appears, it will be reused in another series afterwards. They even explain it. Like how Skull Gomora who was introduced in Ultraman Geed was able to return in Ultraman Taiga and Ultraman Z. They do explain it in a way that makes sense, though.
Anyway, another thing I need to bring up is that this story takes place in 2078. So, the year Taimanin Yukikaze takes place. However, since this is an adaptation, some characters appear older than they should. But still, some events happen in the canon. But we're taking a broad strokes approach. If you want an example, the events of Taimanin Asagi 3 and Taimanin Yukikaze 1 take place in the same year in this continuity.
Also, I know some may ask if there will be sex scenes. Well, I would use them, but I think it's best to use them sparingly and during specific, emotional moments so they leave an impact.
"THE ZWEI FILES"
Zwei Mighty Hopper (Ichigo Kuuga)
Rider Height: 185 cm
Rider Weight: 85 kg
Punching Power: 4 tons
Kicking Power: 6 tons
Jump Height: 30 meters
Running Speed: 100 m in 5 seconds (about 72 km/h)
Zwei's Kamen Rider Ichigo and Kamen Rider Kuuga-based form. This form grants his balanced attributes, skilled fighting abilities and control over arcane energy. As this was the first form he accessed using the Fusion Driver, it is considered his default form.
Zwei Hurricane Combuster (V3 Ryuki)
Rider Height: 185 cm
Rider Weight: 90 kg
Punching Power: 8 tons
Kicking Power: 7 tons
Jump Height: 40 meters
Running Speed: 100 m in 6 seconds
Zwei's Kamen Rider V3 and Kamen Rider Ryuki-based form. This form increases Zwei's physical strength significantly while also granting him pyrokinetic and aerokinetic abilities. Similar to Ryuki, he can travel into mirrors and has access to his Advent Weapons. In addition, he also possesses all of Kamen Rider V3's physical enhancements. He has a variation of V3's Reverse Double Typhoon. His signature finisher in this form is the Dragonic Dynamite.
Zwei Mystery Savage (Amazon Wizard)
Rider Height: 185 cm
Rider Weight: 80 kg
Punching Power: 3.5 tons
Kicking Power: 5 tons
Jump Height: 35 meters
Running Speed: 100 m in 5 seconds
Zwei's Kamen Rider Amazon and Kamen Rider Wizard-based form. This form combines Amazon's agility and claws with Wizard's magic, offering a wide range of magical spells, including elemental magic. His claws are also strong enough to slice through steel, making him a threat both at close or long-ranged combat.
Zwei Lightning Speed (Stronger Kabuto)
Rider Height: 185 cm
Rider Weight: 78 kg
Punching Power: 3 tons
Kicking Power: 4 tons
Jump Height: 25 meters
Running Speed: 100 m in 1.5 seconds
Zwei's Kamen Rider Stronger and Kamen Rider Kabuto-based form. Prioritizes speed over strength, with Stronger's electrokinesis and super speed similar to Kabuto's Clock Up, enabling Zwei to move so fast his surroundings appear frozen. In this form, Zwei is practically untouchable. His signature finisher in this form is the Rider Electro Kick.
"KAIJUJIN BESTIARY"
Despot Kaijujin Tyrant (Note: Based on Tyrant from Ultraman Taro.)
Human Identity: Real – A ruthless human trafficker and brothel owner. When cornered, he transformed into Tyrant using a Monster Capsule. His monstrous form reflects his cruel and oppressive nature.
Abilities:
Energy Absorption: Can absorb magic and energy-based attacks through a cavity in his stomach, and fire them back.
Built-in Weapons: His left arm ends in a spiked iron ball while his right arm extends into a deadly sickle blade, which can regenerate if severed.
Fireball Projection: Can launch powerful fireballs from his mouth.
Enhanced Strength: His physical blows can send enemies flying, and his segmented tail serves as an additional weapon.
Giant Flower Kaijujin Astromons (Note: Based on Astromons from Ultraman Taro.)
Human Identity: Hisako – A young woman who suffered abuse at the hands of her employer. In a moment of rage and desperation, she used a Monster Capsule to transform into Astromons, taking revenge on those who wronged her.
Abilities:
Acidic Pollen: Releases a cloud of corrosive pollen that melts flesh and clothing upon contact.
Tendril Whip Arm: Her right arm is a long, flexible tendril that can snare enemies and drag them toward her.
Hooked Claw Arm: Her left arm ends in a razor-sharp hook capable of slicing through opponents.
Chest Maw: A massive, blood-red flower on her torso can consume victims whole.