[Mushverse] JUU MOUSOU! No, no. MOUSOU HENSHIN! [Open to anyone, ESPECIALLY KAMEN RIDERS PLOX]

[kamenriderhikou]

My belt is not as amazingly elaborate as I had always hoped and dreamed. But it has such super awesome cool abilities, and unlike a certain group of, ugh, Sentai Otaku, I can totally explore this supposed 'delusion' (as if it could be anything but MY REAL REALITY AT LAST) without being transformed.

Which is awesome.

I am going to save this world.

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[kamenriderhikou]

"No!" I cry in dismay as his groceries go flying. I recognize his voice and his poor luck, and I fall to my knees to help him stand. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Nogami Ryoutarou-san, I brought you back your wallet." I hold it out as proof. "And, and it's an honor to meet you." I help him gather what isn't broken or spilled, shoving a handful of shiitake into the mercifully unripped bag.

[tarosetera]

I nod and bow, and nod and bow again.

"Ah, it's quite alright, this sort of thing happens all the time to me, I..." I blink down at my wallet in his hands, taking it from him as I cautiously look back up at his face.

Yuuto and I aren't even supposed to be a part of this timeline, how was this person able to connect my name with my face. "...Th-thank you."

This could be very bad.

[kamenriderhikou]

He hesitates, so I decide this is probably not the best time to hug him.

I will, though, as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

"Can I help you? You lost all your eggs, and the milk too. Can I get you some more?" It would be an honor.

[tarosetera]

"Ah," I glance briefly at the ruined groceries scattered over the sidewalk, then back at him, shaking my head. "No. I... I think I can handle that later."

I grab for his wrist, once I can manage it amongst his flailing attempts to clean up my mess. I tug him to the side, away from the door, aware from where we can be easily heard by potential threats.

"Who are you?" I demand quietly, voice and eyes serious. "How did you know who I was?"

[kamenriderhikou]

He grabs me and drags me away and I stare at him wide-eyed.

"I'm Tsukino Ayumu. Kamen Rider Hikou!" I pose, just a little one, and grin and bow. "And of course I know who you are, how could I not?" I lower my voice even more, to a tiny shred of a whisper. "Between you and me, Den-O is probably my favorite rider. Not a popular opinion, I know, so many people think the series has just become a cash cow in it's later days, but I for one never tire of seeing Imagin on the screen!"

[tarosetera]

I blink at him.

He knows about Riders, and claims to be one. He also knows who I am, much more specifically than just my name. And he knows about Imagin.

"You're a Rider."

I blink at him again.

"No," I shake my head. "No that doesn't make any sense. I know all the Riders - and Sentai Teams, Sazers, Makai Knights, all the heroes - in this timeline. There is no Kamen Rider Hikou."

[kamenriderhikou]

I take a step back, hanging my head with a little pout. "I... But I am, I really am, see?" I show him my belt. "I'm unofficial now, but if I can help you save the world, I bet I'll get my own show!"

[tarosetera]

He does have a belt, simple, much like mine. Whether it's real or not is up for debate, but I'm not exactly going to ask him to transform in the middle of the street when there's not threat of attack.

No sense drawing the attention of a could-be attacker.

Maybe Yuuto would be able to figure this out better. Or maybe he's heard something about his. He does have more of an eye for detail than I do. "Maybe I should call Yuuto..."

[kamenriderhikou]

"Y-yuuto, Sakurai Yuuto?!" I shouldn't be surprised but I am, just a little, because I didn't know if I was going to get to meet Secondary Riders too. I back against a wall to take a quick lean and an inner moment of squee.

[tarosetera]

Of course if he knows who I am he knows who Yuuto is as well. Damn. How many other people are aware of our presence here? We've been very careful about revealing ourselves slowly to the other heroes. Right now it's pretty much just the Liveman team. And I think Momotaros and Ryuutaros met Double recently, but I was pretty hungover the next day and could be mistaken. Neither of them were exactly forthcoming with information besides some mumbled words about tentacles.

I'm getting side tracked inside my own head. I shake it to clear it, wondering how long I was lost in thought. This man, Tsukino-san, was it? Seems to be lost in a world of his own as well.

"Y-yes," I answer finally, cautiously. "Sakurai Yuuto, my partner."

[kamenriderhikou]

"I know who he is." I squeak out, covering my face in my hands for a second so I can recover my cool composure.

Partner.

I wonder if I'm going to get a partner.

That would be so cool.

"That would be pretty cool, if I could meet Sakurai-san too." I say with as much forced casualness as I can muster.

[tarosetera]

"Ah," I nod, glancing around. The groceries are mostly gone, save for a few things that didn't spill out of my bag. I suppose I can ignore the grit covered shiitake that Tsukino-san stuffed into a baggy; Yuuto would thank me for leaving them behind.

"Do you mind accompanying me to our home? It's not far from here." I'll have to call ahead, make sure Yuuto will be home. But really, we need to figure out what is going on as soon as possible.

[kamenriderhikou]

"Oh no." I say when I follow his gaze and notice that his groceries, or what was left of them, have all been stolen. "Are you sure you don't want my help getting your groceries before we go back to your place?" As if there's any question whether I would want to go see where they live. Maybe I'll get to meet an Imagin!

[tarosetera]

"No, no, it's really okay. I'll just send Deneb out later," later when Yuuto's started talking to him again. I'm mostly muttering to myself, and I gesture for Tsukino-san to follow me as I head for home.

I dig out my cellphone and hit Yuuto's speed dial. Please be home.

[northerntriangle]

I answer my phone quickly enough when Ryoutarou calls, but the first thing I hear isn't his voice, it's a totally unfamiliar incoherent squealing that I assume is being made by someone Ryoutarou is with.

At least, I hope.

"Nogami?"

[tarosetera]

Oh, I think I may be deaf in one ear now.

I wave a little hushing hand at Tsukino-san before bringing it up to cover one ear as I hold the phone a little closer to the other.

"Yuuto, are you home? I have, um," I hesitate to say much about anything we do over the phone, where we can easily be heard by dark forces. "I'm bringing someone back with me. It would be helpful if you were home."

[northerntriangle]

The squealing tapers off and Ryoutarou starts speaking. I raise an eyebrow at no one (Deneb is cooking and the others are doing... something, loud and obnoxious, as usual, except Kintaros who is snoring at the dining room table). "I'm home." I assure him with a sigh. "Of course I'm home."

"Yuuto, did he get the shi-- I mean, did he get the groceries?"

[tarosetera]

After I finish my phone call with Yuuto - and let Deneb and Yuuto both know that the shiitake was ruined en route - I close my phone and guide Tsukino-san back to our home.

"Tadaima!" I call into the house as I slip my shoes off at the door, sliding into my slippers.

There's a great rumble down the stairs and I wince, waiting for my guest to basically explode beside me.

Thankfully it's just Momo. Sniffing around at my bags for the sake I promised him. It's one of the few things that didn't break when Tsukino-san collided with me, and I had it off to him happily.

[kamenriderhikou]

I gladly follow Ryoutarou to his home, doing my best not to pester him with too many questions, since I don't think he'll take it well if I ask him what he's been up to since the end of his series. He's way tenser than he ever was in the show but then, with great evil afoot that makes sense.

I follow him into a nice little well appointed house, and the sound I make when an Imagin appears is comparable to a teapot ready to boil.

"MOMOTAROS!"

[tarosetera]

Ryoutarou comes home, and I stumble down the stairs, smiling as best as I can at him before I go sniffing about his bags.

Ah, there is is. The sake!

I grab the bottle and give Ryoutarou a bruising pat to the shoulder, only making him stagger a little after. I'm getting better at that.

Someone screams my name.

I round on him, grabbing his shirt with my free hand, and shoving him back against the wall. "Yeah!? What of it? You got a problem with Imagin, buddy?"

"Momotaros, please... it's okay..."

I glance at Ryoutarou, then back at the brat between my claws. "Eh? Eh!? Who the fuck are you, then?"

[kamenriderhikou]

I am not in the least bit surprised when Momotaros grabs me and shoves me against a wall, and I also don't have any intention of fighting him unless he tries to really take my head off, which I don't think he will.

"No~" I squeak. "No problem. So cool." I can't really get my thoughts in order, because he's totally real and totally awesome.

"I'm Tsukino Ayumu, Kamen Rider Hikou! I'm here to help!"

[tarosetera]

"Momotaros..." I grip my Imagin's shoulder, trying to pull him away from poor Tsukino-san. It takes a little effort, but I eventually manage to pry him off and send him on his way with the sake.

"You'll have to excuse him, he can be a little..." I leave my statement at that, not wanting Momotaros to hear me and come back to defend himself.

"Yuuto?" I call into the house, thinking maybe I should check the kitchen for him.

[northerntriangle]

"Hot blooded!"

That voice sounds like it could well be the tea-pot I'd heard squealing on the other end of Ryoutarou's phone call. I duck out of the kitchen, leaving Deneb to... make tea or something, I don't really care.

I cross my arms and scowl at the interloper, all the more so since he appears to be hyperventilating, unable to articulate any words, and pointing at me.

"Who's this?"

[tarosetera]

Ah, good, Yuuto is here. Now maybe we can make some sense of this rather odd situation.

"Yuuto, this is Tsukino Ayumu," I gesture at our guest, then very carefully say the next part. "He he claims to be Kamen Rider Hikou."

[northerntriangle]

I keep an eye on the stranger, who I'm growing steadily more concerned is simply going to pass out if he keeps not breathing the way he is.

"Kamen Rider... Hikou?" I raise an eyebrow at Ryoutarou, and shake my head. "There is no such thing."

"There is!" He finally squeals, diving at me and grabbing my hand before I can dodge, but he's not attacking me.

He's shaking my hand and bowing and making a fool of himself.

I look in askance at Ryoutarou. Why did he bring this insane person to the house?