#;13

(;13, ;06): The two were present, although on opposite sides. The sternly dressed female watched from her purple bike with a skull on it as the other was getting ready to transform before having her moment interrupted. Krim had been alerted and would be here soon, but..

That belt. Aki felt something evil from it, at least, evil to her. And that would not bode well at all. Her entire body tensed, muscles rippling as her eyes stared at the new arrival. “And who the hell are you?”

Shijima Gou had just returned from America.  He ditched his training in order to be the hotshot superstar that goes wherever the action was.  Only in this case, he had stopped to photograph a pretty lady.

Who then thought he was a creepy pervert.  She chased him down after he ran away, there was a small fight, which ended with both of their hands meeting as they clasped on the camera.  He stares into her eyes with a small grin on his face before expertly snatching his camera out of her smaller fingers.

((This will be a thought post.))

As he lay there, trapped by the slowdown, his mind had time to wander.  He’d defeated his dad, and didn’t have to worry about him ever again.  And no one that knew him had to worry about it.  Introducing Ai to his parents was simply out of the question now.  Both of them were dead...though he is quite glad she did not see Banno at his worst.

That is a burden he alone will bear the memory of, as a Kamen Rider.  Though now, his equipment is sealed away.  He’s just Shijima Gou again, a freelance photographer.  Though he no longer has the spotlight..he still hopes he’ll be memorable enough in her eyes, whenever he goes to see her again..