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“You really like it?” Mika smiled, overjoyed. It was like the satisfaction of teaching a child something new, except with a full grown adult. And this way she didn’t have to deal with pregnancy or conception or anything, which was that much better after that egg donating debacle.

“Here, try some of the other stuff, too.” She beamed as she pushed over one of the paper trays of junk food. There were deep fried Oreos, cream filled doughnuts, and caramel popcorn in a small cup, among other things.

#armoredkuuga

“Right now?” Mika cringed slightly. She loved being a Kamen Rider, but transforming when nothing was attacking was kind of a pain.

She weighed her options as she looked over Chase’s blank expression, almost feeling bad for him. He reminder her of the children Minori taught, always trying to learn new things while still standing on top of the world. She wasn’t sure if that was a right observation or not.

“How about this. We can go outside and I’ll show you my transformation if you let me see yours?”

Given the proposal, he doesn’t find it necessary to give it much thought - just as long as the conditions were equitable. There stands a chance that he may regret this decision, but to him, it’s for a reasonable enough cause.

“Very well.”

At the closest distance from the door, Chase exits first, following the hallway exit. Not once does he turn around to glance back at her; he’s trusting the sound of her footsteps trailing behind him to meet him outside.

When they both exit the driving school, he leads her through an enclosed area without another soul in sight. “This place should be fine.” He glances around, at the same time, to confirm his thoughts. Chase is under the impression that she wants him to transform first, but he’s not going to let it slide. “Now, hurry up and transform.”

Mika follows, legs stretching extra to keep up with Chase’s determined step out to the area he’d chosen. She was glad Chase knew the area better than she did; Thinking back, she would’ve had no idea where to go outside. “You’re really bossy, aren’t you?” Mika sighed as she stepped a few feet away.

“Chou henshin!” She copies godai. It’s the only thing she’s ever seen up close, after all. Both hands flew across her waist to summon the belt, one hand thrusting forward, then both hands at her side as the shining, white and gold armor appears. Perhaps someone who wasn’t familiar with Kuuga might not even notice that it’s such a weak fom (not that she has much option).

“Your turn, now, Chase.”

(keepersoftheamadam) Mai waves at the woman, red bracelet shining. "Hey, there! Need a hand?"

“Eh?”Mika shifted the box in her arms. She’d finally gotten up the bravery to finish cleaning out the things from her father’s storage garage after so long, but it was a pain and a lot of heavy things that couldn’t be carried on the Beatchaser. Not to mention Tomari was busy (again? She couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping him) and she wouldn’t dare ask Ichijo for help. The cardboard container was full to the brim with folders of seemingly handwritten notes, the top book full of transcriptions of symbols from the walls of Linto writing that’d been uncovered. Even fifteen years after the original incident, she figured they might still be useful, if she could decode them. Mika didn’t want any of her father’s research to go to waste.“I’m good! Thank you, though!” She nodded, showing off a bright smile to the girl. “That’s a very pretty bracelet.”

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She smiles and flashes the bracelet. “Thank you! My name’s Mai Akazawa; what’s yours?”

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“Natsume Mika.” Shifting the heavy box in her arms, Mika carefully freed one of her hands to offer it over. It wasn’t a traditional greeting, of course, but she didn’t want to risk toppling over the box.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m a little busy right now, though.” Mika gave a polite nod. “If you happen to need anything, I work at the police department. I’m usually near by, so if there’s an emergency, don’t hesitate to call, alright?”

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On top of something called the Grongi, there’s a new Kamen Rider (at least, new to him) to tend to them, but strangely he’s never seen any of them. Chase is just notorious for hiding the fact that he’s mentally overwhelmed of this new knowledge because no one had told him anything beyond the Roidmude cases.

“You’re a Kamen Rider too?”

And because no one told him, he still finds all of this hard to believe.

“In that case, go ahead and transform. Right now.”

“Right now?” Mika cringed slightly. She loved being a Kamen Rider, but transforming when nothing was attacking was kind of a pain.

She weighed her options as she looked over Chase’s blank expression, almost feeling bad for him. He reminder her of the children Minori taught, always trying to learn new things while still standing on top of the world. She wasn’t sure if that was a right observation or not.

“How about this. We can go outside and I’ll show you my transformation if you let me see yours?”

False alarm, it seems.

For as far as his knowledge stretches, Chase has no recalling of another lifeform called the Grongi. He’s only certain of one species set on annihilating all of humanity, and that’s the Roidmudes. Certainly, this Natsume Mika person couldn’t have possibly entered the Kamen Rider workshop and not have known about Roidmudes.

Certainly, there’s more than just the Roidmudes who are terrorizing humans…?

Chase is uneasy with this idea, more so that he hasn’t heard of it before, rendering him skeptical. He doesn’t find it appropriate to jump back to the topic of ‘monsters’, seeing as the topic was tossed aside while he was on the verge of responding.

“Friend?” Which is said like he’s never heard that word before. Although he has, but it’s too foreign of a term for him to feel comfortable. “I am indebted to Tomari Shinnosuke. I fight alongside him as a Kamen Rider, protecting humanity.”

The subject of ‘monsters’ was sore for Mika, after all. Her father had been killed by the Grongi, but she’d also watched one of them die a painful death just months ago and the images stuck in her mind.

That kind of moral dilenma wasn’t something she felt like discussing right now, as much as she loved talking about her research of the Grongi. More so, it was much more pleasant to talk about Kamen Riders. She could talk about Godai that way,

“That sounds like a friend to me!” Mika beamed brightly.

“Any friend of Tomari’s as a friend of mine, especially a Kamen Rider. I’m a Kamen Rider, too, so I hope we get to fight together sometime, Chase.”

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Mika was a great student. Even when exams and storms came by, she had perfect attendance. She washed her uniform every night, always woke up early to check her homework. On Sundays she spent the mornings practicing pianos and the nights rereading lessons. She was a model of a good child, with beautiful, loving parents.

That made it all the worse when her mother picked her up early from school one day. Mika knew something was wrong, but it scared her to ask. She waited and waited for her mother to speak, and it took until almost midnight, when Mika would usually be fast asleep.“Your father died last night.” She admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed. On the bedside table was a photo of an even younger Mika, no older than 6, proudly building sandcastles with her father at the beach.“That’s impossible.”

“The police have video footage of it. They’re looking into it for now.”

“But that’s impossible!”

Mika cried hardest then.

“Scary.” Mika commented, almost under her breath as she looked Chase over. She’d seen Roidmudes before, anything that was a threat wasn’t going to waltz in casually.And anyone with pants those tight wasn’t going to be able to run that fast, either.

She concluded he must not be that bad. Chase had a stern face and a surprising amount of leather for being out and about in the summer, but he also looked like he was ten years younger than her.

Pulling herself to her feet, Mika dropped her phone back on the couch behind her, not wanting to interrupt the charge cycle. Stepping forward some, she bowed her head slightly as she introduced herself.

“I’m Natsume Mika. I’m an officer for the Tokyo Police and an ally to the reoccuring Unidentified Lifeform cases across Japan. It’s nice to meet you, Chase.”

“Unidentified Lifeform cases.”

For a moment, Chase’s gaze wanders off, something peculiar enough about that phrase that urges him to repeat it, and it dawns on him. It becomes clear to him that by unidentified lifeforms, the humans mean him.

“Those are the Roidmudes, correct?”

He glances back at her with that same old unperturbed look on his face, searching for anything on her face – anything written on her facial expression, a message hidden in her body language. Nothing seemed too sketchy about her presence, if she knew where the pit was, she probably knew Shinnosuke. Any friend of Shinnosuke was someone Chase shouldn’t mind.

“Not necessarily.” Mika defended, relaxed, more than happy to try and meet someone new. The sheer lack of change in Chase’s facial features was a bit offputting to Mika. She knew she shouldn’t be suspicious, especially since this seemed to be someone who meant no harm, but it was hard after her experiences with the Grongi. As much as she didn’t want to hurt anyone, she didn’t want to lose anyone else, either. Since the incident she’d fought in, she couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of every person she met, wondering if there was a monster hiding in their skin.

Forcing that off her mind, Mika focused on answering the question.

“Not necessarily. The department is still deciding on classification, but right now, the only things officially called Unidentified Lifeforms are Grongi. Seems like so far the Grongi are just called ‘Monsters’. Kinda harsh, but I guess they had that coming, huh?”

Mika stayed cheerful, prodding into the other. “Are you a friend of Tomari’s? Or Gou’s?”

(keepersoftheamadam) Mai waves at the woman, red bracelet shining. "Hey, there! Need a hand?"

“Eh?”Mika shifted the box in her arms. She’d finally gotten up the bravery to finish cleaning out the things from her father’s storage garage after so long, but it was a pain and a lot of heavy things that couldn’t be carried on the Beatchaser. Not to mention Tomari was busy (again? She couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping him) and she wouldn’t dare ask Ichijo for help. The cardboard container was full to the brim with folders of seemingly handwritten notes, the top book full of transcriptions of symbols from the walls of Linto writing that’d been uncovered. Even fifteen years after the original incident, she figured they might still be useful, if she could decode them. Mika didn’t want any of her father’s research to go to waste.“I’m good! Thank you, though!” She nodded, showing off a bright smile to the girl. “That’s a very pretty bracelet.”

#keepersoftheamadam

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With his hand gripped on the knob of the door leading to the pit, he’s expecting to find Krim perched on his mobile pedestal. That’s why when he opens the door and enters, he doesn’t know what to make of this– a girl he’s never seen before, lounging on one of the compact couches lined around the space. No Krim. No Tridoron, either.

Nevertheless, the absence of his comrades isn’t much of a concern as the scene he’s presented with at this moment. An outsider should have no knowledge of the whereabouts of the Tridoron pit, nor should be left alone with the driver equipment.

Showing a weakness isn’t his shtick.

Nothing about him flickers in the slightest when he’s spoken to.

“I am Chase.”

Chase closes the door behind him and steps in even further inside the room, seemingly scrutinizing her.

“What business do you have here?”

“Scary.” Mika commented, almost under her breath as she looked Chase over. She’d seen Roidmudes before, anything that was a threat wasn’t going to waltz in casually.And anyone with pants those tight wasn’t going to be able to run that fast, either.

She concluded he must not be that bad. Chase had a stern face and a surprising amount of leather for being out and about in the summer, but he also looked like he was ten years younger than her.

Pulling herself to her feet, Mika dropped her phone back on the couch behind her, not wanting to interrupt the charge cycle. Stepping forward some, she bowed her head slightly as she introduced herself.

“I’m Natsume Mika. I’m an officer for the Tokyo Police and an ally to the reoccuring Unidentified Lifeform cases across Japan. It’s nice to meet you, Chase.”

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The Drive pit was a great contrast to the constant summer heat outside, and it was always clean and bright and quiet-- overall, so quiet. The most noise Mika’d experienced during the daytime was the occasional visit of a member of the team, but now she was certain she’d met everyone and hopefully she’d have some time to rest and relax. With her phone plugged into the wall, Mika laid back on one of the short couches, screen held above her as she worked to try and make it through a level on a puzzle game someone had forced her to download.

Mika didn’t get far through the level when the sound of the door opening made her jump and drop the phone almost directly onto her face. She quickly grabbed for it as she sat up, hoping that it hadn’t been too visible as she looked towards the doorway.

“Eh? Who’re you?”

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Amuro followed along like a lost puppy, nodding his head as he took in all this new information.

His sunglasses were barely hanging on as he had lost all pretense of disguising himself.

He gulped as she mentioned pizza.

“I’ve heard of this pizza. It is said to be a delicacy amongst the common folk.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a delicacy. It’s a commoner’s food, really, but it’s really good! I’ll get you a slice.” Mika spun on her heel to face Amuro, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. “Stay here, okay?”

She quickly got through the foot-stand line, obtaining a decent amount of junk food (including a deep fried oreo and pizza) before returning and motioning for Amuro to follow her to the white tables nearby. “I got a few other things I thought you’d like to try, too, since this stuff is all kind of carnival-exclusive, but first,” Mika offered over the pizza slice. “Try this.”

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“I really did have a meeting….” Amuro quietly replied. “I just…left.”

He sighed. His exterior shell had been seen through and he might as well have some fun.

“Sure.” he admitted. “I’ll follow you around. Just one question. What is an oreo?”

“You’ve never had one? I guess I can understand that.” Mika mused as she led the way to the food stand, across the park.

“They’re terrible, unhealthy things. Two chocolate flavored cookies with cream sandwiched between them.” She explained. “My mother never let me have them as a kid, so of course now I love them. That probably contributes to why I have so much hip fat.

“But that’s something else. There’s lots of different deep fried things here and they’re all really unhealthy, but trying a few things won’t kill you, probably. Have you had pizza before?” It seemed she was quickly adjusting to how new everything was to Amuro, just because she didn’t feel like getting caught up on things. Mika wanted to have fun, and that was that, even if it meant dealing with something new.

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Amuro had been indulging on cotton candy, a delicacy he had never known. He was immediately enraptured.

He had gotten tired of his business meeting and ducked out early to sneak off to the amusement park. There he ran into the female cop whom he had negative encounters with before.

With pieces of cotton candy hanging from his face, he pushed his sunglasses up his nose and tried to show a blank expression.

Until he noticed the balloon.

His eyes went wide as his sunglasses slipped back down his face,

Slowly his hand reached out to grab it and he grinned widely.

“Gee thanks!” he said, his voice cracking as he took hold.

Then he noticed how he acted and looked away at the sky.

“Oh you know, I had a business meeting so….”