Kamen Rider Geats: Back in Time

Fracture III: Grief, Awakening and Avenge (P1)

Ace was walking along the street, when suddenly, a fist flew towards him, which he blocked. The figure threw more punches and kicks which Ace skillfuly deflected.

The attacker stepped back, "Still got hands, eh?"

"Is this your way of greetings, Punkjack?" Ace questioned. Turns out, it's just Win Hareruya for some reason.

"Oh just here for a bit of a chit-chat. Got some news to tell you." Win said.
"Continue." Ace nodded in approval.
"This will be the final game of the DGP in this era. After this, it's very likely that the Goddess of Creation... or should I say your mother, Mitsume, will be destroyed completely." Win told Ace.

Ace opened his eyes wide. His mother, whom he searched for 2000 years may just be killed.

"The current game will go on till either your team or my team wins, but after that, if Mitsume hasn't died from lack of power, then Suel will execute her" Win went on, "Infact, I was revived by Niram to help with the Grand End. Mainly doing cleanup work like paperwork, social work... to make sure the Grand End goes well"

[Flashback]

Niram was talking to Win on the hospital bed.
"You can choose to forget all of this, or you can fight, for what you believe in." Niram had said.

Win stared silently.

"Your grandfather has given us permission. Now it's about your choice. Do you fight, or not?" Niram inquired further.

Win moved his hand close to the Punkjack ID Core but Niram interrupted him, "If you choose to fight, there is no going back."
Win touched the ID Core, memories came flooding into his mind, "... I won't let Hiroki's desires go to waste."

Niram smiled, "Welcome back.". Win chuckled

A while later, Win and Niram are seen in the DGP office.
"So after this, the DGP will leave this era, correct?" Win asked.
Niram nodded, "Yes, the Grand End will be the last event of this era."

"Good to know. No one else shall lose their desires anymore."

[End of Flashback]

Ace remained silent as the grim reality sank in. His long quest, the blood and shadows staining two millennia...all to potentially end in failure and futility.

"This may be your final chance at saving her." Win told Ace, "If that's even possible that is. The Goddess-ficafion process is usually not reversable"

The truth struck Ace like a physical blow. 2000 years of struggle and sacrifice to find his lost mother, only for her fate to now hang by threads outside his control.

Anger and resolve warred within his stony features. He who had witnessed empires rise and fall, seen humanity at its worst, yet never allowed emotion to sway him from his duty.

But this was personal. Family was all he had left.

***

Michinaga wandered the streets lost in thought. The recent events weighed heavy. Rounding a corner, a movement caught his eye.

There, standing bathed in an otherworldly glow, was a familiar face - Sara. But it couldn't be. He had seen her die by his own hand.

Yet her lips moved. "You never protected anyone. You only take lives. That's all you can do."

Michinaga froze, dread pooling in his gut. Was this some curse placed upon him to never escape his crimes?

"I-" His words died as she drifted closer, form flickering. Sadness, longing and condemnation swirled in her eyes. An accusing finger pointed at his heart.

"You are no less than a mindless weapon. Weapons don't save, they kill"

His legs gave out. Michinaga fell to his knees, clutching his head as her voice echoed hauntingly in his mind. The guilt and shame he strived to bury clawed free once more in this vision of the sister he failed.

"You will suffer for the rest of your live"

Image of that moment replayed in Michinaga's mind. The way his attack struck her, the way she begged him not to fight. The way her eyes look, when they pierced right through him.
He had killed her.
He had murdered Sakurai Keiwa's only family member.
Michinaga's mind started to spin as he looked down at his feet. The guilt, rage and disgust he felt washed over him. He clenched his fists, trying to stop himself from breaking down in sobs.

When at last he looked up, Sara had vanished without a trace. Michinaga was alone with only the demons of his past for company.

***

Sakurai slowly entered the apartment he once shared with his sister. Dust blanketed every surface, a testament to the passage of time since that fateful day.

Memories came flooding back as he roamed silently from room to room. Here was where Sara would wait him to prepare their meals, laughing as she scolded him for some mischief. There she loved watching NeonTV, she was her hardcore fan. She would frequently wear a skin care face mask and dance to the tune of her videos.

Entering her bedroom, Sakurai's breath caught in his throat. Everything was just as she had left it - magazines piled on the desk. He picked up a sweater draped over the chair, still bearing her scent.

Right there on the bed, the little purple paper shuriken.

"Maybe you wanted to be a ninja to fight evil!" her words he remembered

(an: i dont remember how the roon looks tbh lol)

Fresh grief and anger welled within him, merging with an old, festering need for vengeance. Michinaga had stolen everything from him - his home, his future, his beloved sister who meant the world to him.

Knock knock.
Without waiting, the door slipped open.
Frog sound effect.

"Sup' my fav." it was Kekera

Sakurai whirled at the intrusion, tears still glistening on his cheeks. His eyes narrowed into icy daggers at the familiar face in the doorway.

"What do you want?" He spat, putting as much venom into the words as possible. Kekera always seemed to show at the most inopportune moments.
Unbothered, Kekera hopped further inside. "Came to check on my fav. You looked lonely so I thought-"

"Get out!" Sakurai exploded, fists clenched white-knuckled at his sides. This place held nothing but sacred memories - he wouldn't have even Michinaga taint it, let alone this slippery toad.

"Oi, where did Kamen Rider Tycoon go?? Where did the 'World peace' Keiwa go??" Kekera retorted.

Sakurai curled himself up, "Why do I care... I don't care... World peace means nothing... She died, everything is meaningless. I don't want to do this Kamen Rider thing anymore. Leave me be."

Kekera was visbily tired of this attitude, "Get up!"
"Leave!" Sakurai yelled louder, standing abruptly.

"You know there's a way." Kekera said.
"What way? What more can I possibly do?" Sakurai shot back.
"You are still in the Designing Desire Grand Prix. Still in the game."

Beep
[Notification: Break time is about to be over. 1 Minute remaining]
***

Everyone was teleported back to the arena. The 1v1 roullete game shall continue.

"Hey, are you truly alright?" Neon asked Sasaki Keiwa.
"I'm good. I can fight again. And this time I won't lose, for sure" Keiwa said despite the evident signs of strain in his voice.

"I will come in and help if outside interference occurs" Ace promised.
"Thanks" Said Keiwa gratefully.

Morio appeared, looking a bit less enthusiatic than last time.
"Alright, we shall roll the roullete for the next match."

The first name appeared.
[Buffa: Azuma Michinaga]
Michinaga made his way to the arena. He clutched his Fever Buckle tight.

"I think that's a win for Buffa. He's invincible after all" Ace voted for him without looking.
"Yes! We can't possibly lose." Neon voted too. Keiwa also sluggishly voted.