Kamen Rider Den-O: The Run of the Final Liner
Prologue – The Mysterious Rider
“Ryuuta, what the hell are you doing?!”
The violet Imagin looked up from his drawings. With a tilt of his head, his long ponytail swung to the side. He appeared to be amused, as well as confused and protective. In one hand, he held a purple crayon.
The picture currently in his other hand was of his henshin form and a young woman. This woman had blond hair, white skin and blue eyes. She was unfamiliar to him and yet she was in at least three other pieces that he had made recently.
“Naaahhh?! Why are you yelling at me Momotaros-sempai? I’ve done nothing to you! ’kay? Why are you so angry?”
The crimson Imagin squatted on the table in front of the young one. He tilted his own head, mimicking this comrade in battle. He held another of the pictures, his usually blank ebony gaze appeared to have some sort of confusion held within them, along with a kind of anger.
It had been about two weeks since the final battle with an Imagin with evil intentions. Naomi, Stationmaster, and Owner did their best and re-gathered the five monsters they had dropped off - though it wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be. Hana often came back to visit and most of the time she was only allowed to remain on the DenLiner. There was little trouble from the group as a whole anymore, and yet it was the usual arguments that they would have had when Ryoutaro was away or they would want control. Hana, when visiting, would beat up on them when one of them would be stupid - namely Momotaros.
This day, though, Ryuuta had felt like he wanted to draw for some reason. His artwork with the crayons was obscenely more… realistic. These were barely the cartoons they had been before. In fact they were very detailed. Only one of his artworks had been detailed and that was the shield for Liner Form.
“Don’t use the honorific! I just want to know what the hell these pictures are. I’ve never seen this person before you drew the first picture.”
“Momo-sempai, why do you ask? I don’t know this person either, yet I still draw. She does look pretty though.”
Urataros moved toward where the two were, followed by Kintaros. Respectively, the blue and gold Imagins picked up one of the elaborate artworks. The sea loving monster inspected the third picture of the young woman, it being somewhat interesting to him.
“Surely a fish worth reeling in with worthy bait,” the turtle Imagin commented, the smirk evident in his voice.
“I am sure that she is not strong enough to - hold a moment,” Kin stopped himself as he gazed at the drawing he held.
The other three Imagin looked up at him. This also caused Naomi and Hana to look over at him.
“Aaah? What’s wrong Kuma-chan?” the dragon-like monster questioned.
“Ryuuta, you drew this, yes?”
“Who else in here draws other than me?”
“Then why did you draw this?”
Kintaros turned the one he held toward those riding on the DenLiner. It was a drawing of a train, however not DenLiner or ZeroLiner. It was a train of violet and crimson with the face of a feline of sorts. In front of it was the girl standing on the Sands of Time, two familiar figures standing beside her. Brunette coloration in hair on the face of an Asian male who was covered by a tan poncho and beside him…
“Is that…” Ura started, only to be pushed aside by Hana.
“That… That’s Sakurai! And Deneb!” she cried out.
A gasp echoed through the DenLiner’s dining car. It truly was the long lost Zeronos traveler. Everyone still remembered the two very well. Ryoutaro’s sister had been the one who remembered first after everyone else had forgotten from their time. And by everyone, everyone that they knew was meant.
“Why would this girl know the two of them?” Hana spoke quietly, “And who is she?”
“She is more than likely another Singularity Point,” a male voice replied to her, causing everyone to jump. Everyone turned toward the voice to find that it was the DenLiner’s Owner standing at the head of the dining car. He calmly walked toward them, soon reaching them and taking the drawn picture from the golden Imagin’s hands.
“Another Singularity Point? But why her? Why now? It’s so soon after Ryoutaro finished. Why was she chosen?”
“It is unknown to me. I would have to check with the Stationmaster. However, I feel that her reason for being is much different from that of Nogami Ryoutaro,” Owner answered, moving back to the head of the car and placing the picture on the counter where Naomi was working.
“And what’s with this one here?” Momo asked, slamming the picture he held down on the table. Everyone gazed at the drawing.
In it was a Henshin form of a woman. However, there were similarities in it to a certain other hen shin. The armor was violet and gold, however the backing of the main uniform was a metallic crimson. A “V” shape was on the back instead of the front. The normal back plating was on the front the boots were golden. In the hand was a pistol like weapon of white, gold and violet.
“Aahhhh…. I really don’t know,” Ryuuta uttered, “It is an interesting form though. Almost like mine when I was with Ryou-chan.”
“You have revealed to me a picture before the rest of my family and these simpletons happened to glance,” another voice spoke.
Urataros glanced up to see a white feathered Imagin with robin’s egg blue eyes leaning against the door frame. On his chest was a golden bronze breast plate with very ornate designs on it. He, too, held a drawing in his hand - one similar to the one Momotaros held.
In the case of this one, however, it revealed the under uniform as a silver white while the armor was gold. A set of angelic wings were open on the back of the figure, the coloration that of silver, gold and white. The eye pieces were still the wings, and still robin’s egg blue as well.
“What the..?” Momotaros blurted.
“Another one?” Kintaros questioned.
“It appears to be the same person as that has been revealed to you all. Though when she is the host of my presence,” Sieg answered, then finished more to himself, “it is something to truly be enamored over with the beauty of this princess’s magnificence with myself.”
“Of course you would say that,” the crimson Imagin growled, ready to attack the bird-like Imagin, “It’s you in control in that picture. What I want to know is-”
“Why is she in the Sands of Time during all of these pictures?” Ura finished. “She has no need to be, and yet she is. Even in her Henshin forms in these pictures she appears to be in the Sands of Time.”
“There may be more to her than you know,” Owner answered, “Especially since she’s able to take the forms of two of you.”
All in the car fell silent. The dragon-like monster gazed down at the picture he was working on. Able to transform with him? But how? He fought at Ryoutaro’s side, with him. He was his comrade, his friend and his Imagin. How was this at all possible?
As he stared down at the artwork, the almost sapphire coloration looked into his orange eyes with almost a smile of sorts.
“Who is she?”
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Sand was kicked up into the air as the sound of metal clashing with metal echoed through the air. A figure slid across the Sands of Time. A high ponytail whipped around the head as it looked up at its opponent. An untamable fire was seen in the eyes.
As it got back up to it’s feet, the fighter twirled the sword that was held behind its arm. It took off at a run toward the opponent it faced. It was ready to attack before the sword even flew from the hand, returning soon afterward because of the way the weapon was created.
When the sword returned to the hand, the figure started to make a symbol in the air with the sword. The other hand joined, something gripped tightly within it. The object flashed a deep crimson in the faded light of the Sands of Time, the multicolored sky darkening over the fighter.
“With my abilities, I cast you back to the sands from which you came,” it shouted, winds picking up around it, “Sealed Fate!”
With the last words, an air-made seal appeared and centered itself on the opponent’s chest. The sword in the fighter’s hand was thrust like a javelin into the middle of the seal. A run was given before the figure leapt into the air, side kicking the hilt. This caused the sword to plant itself deeper into the chest of the opponent. The winds that blew around them engulfed the victim, the sands swallowing it whole, causing it to collapse into nothing.
The winds died down and the figure turned around. A train sat there, almost like it was waiting for it. In the open door of one of the cars stood a figure waiting for the fighter. It leaned against the frame as a laugh that was emitted from it echoed through the air.
“Come now,” a male voice called, “it’s time we returned you to your home.”
“What about yours? We need to return you to your time,” the figure called back.
“We’ll be able to in time, but first you need to recover from the fight.”
The fighter sighed softly as it walked over to the train. It took the man’s hand, climbing into the car. They then squeezed his shoulder, bowing their head slightly.
“Let’s go then, Sakurai. But I swear to you, we’ll get you home. We‘ll return you to your correct time.”
PROLOGUE END
Prologue – The Mysterious Rider
“Ryuuta, what the hell are you doing?!”
The violet Imagin looked up from his drawings. With a tilt of his head, his long ponytail swung to the side. He appeared to be amused, as well as confused and protective. In one hand, he held a purple crayon.
The picture currently in his other hand was of his henshin form and a young woman. This woman had blond hair, white skin and blue eyes. She was unfamiliar to him and yet she was in at least three other pieces that he had made recently.
“Naaahhh?! Why are you yelling at me Momotaros-sempai? I’ve done nothing to you! ’kay? Why are you so angry?”
The crimson Imagin squatted on the table in front of the young one. He tilted his own head, mimicking this comrade in battle. He held another of the pictures, his usually blank ebony gaze appeared to have some sort of confusion held within them, along with a kind of anger.
It had been about two weeks since the final battle with an Imagin with evil intentions. Naomi, Stationmaster, and Owner did their best and re-gathered the five monsters they had dropped off - though it wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be. Hana often came back to visit and most of the time she was only allowed to remain on the DenLiner. There was little trouble from the group as a whole anymore, and yet it was the usual arguments that they would have had when Ryoutaro was away or they would want control. Hana, when visiting, would beat up on them when one of them would be stupid - namely Momotaros.
This day, though, Ryuuta had felt like he wanted to draw for some reason. His artwork with the crayons was obscenely more… realistic. These were barely the cartoons they had been before. In fact they were very detailed. Only one of his artworks had been detailed and that was the shield for Liner Form.
“Don’t use the honorific! I just want to know what the hell these pictures are. I’ve never seen this person before you drew the first picture.”
“Momo-sempai, why do you ask? I don’t know this person either, yet I still draw. She does look pretty though.”
Urataros moved toward where the two were, followed by Kintaros. Respectively, the blue and gold Imagins picked up one of the elaborate artworks. The sea loving monster inspected the third picture of the young woman, it being somewhat interesting to him.
“Surely a fish worth reeling in with worthy bait,” the turtle Imagin commented, the smirk evident in his voice.
“I am sure that she is not strong enough to - hold a moment,” Kin stopped himself as he gazed at the drawing he held.
The other three Imagin looked up at him. This also caused Naomi and Hana to look over at him.
“Aaah? What’s wrong Kuma-chan?” the dragon-like monster questioned.
“Ryuuta, you drew this, yes?”
“Who else in here draws other than me?”
“Then why did you draw this?”
Kintaros turned the one he held toward those riding on the DenLiner. It was a drawing of a train, however not DenLiner or ZeroLiner. It was a train of violet and crimson with the face of a feline of sorts. In front of it was the girl standing on the Sands of Time, two familiar figures standing beside her. Brunette coloration in hair on the face of an Asian male who was covered by a tan poncho and beside him…
“Is that…” Ura started, only to be pushed aside by Hana.
“That… That’s Sakurai! And Deneb!” she cried out.
A gasp echoed through the DenLiner’s dining car. It truly was the long lost Zeronos traveler. Everyone still remembered the two very well. Ryoutaro’s sister had been the one who remembered first after everyone else had forgotten from their time. And by everyone, everyone that they knew was meant.
“Why would this girl know the two of them?” Hana spoke quietly, “And who is she?”
“She is more than likely another Singularity Point,” a male voice replied to her, causing everyone to jump. Everyone turned toward the voice to find that it was the DenLiner’s Owner standing at the head of the dining car. He calmly walked toward them, soon reaching them and taking the drawn picture from the golden Imagin’s hands.
“Another Singularity Point? But why her? Why now? It’s so soon after Ryoutaro finished. Why was she chosen?”
“It is unknown to me. I would have to check with the Stationmaster. However, I feel that her reason for being is much different from that of Nogami Ryoutaro,” Owner answered, moving back to the head of the car and placing the picture on the counter where Naomi was working.
“And what’s with this one here?” Momo asked, slamming the picture he held down on the table. Everyone gazed at the drawing.
In it was a Henshin form of a woman. However, there were similarities in it to a certain other hen shin. The armor was violet and gold, however the backing of the main uniform was a metallic crimson. A “V” shape was on the back instead of the front. The normal back plating was on the front the boots were golden. In the hand was a pistol like weapon of white, gold and violet.
“Aahhhh…. I really don’t know,” Ryuuta uttered, “It is an interesting form though. Almost like mine when I was with Ryou-chan.”
“You have revealed to me a picture before the rest of my family and these simpletons happened to glance,” another voice spoke.
Urataros glanced up to see a white feathered Imagin with robin’s egg blue eyes leaning against the door frame. On his chest was a golden bronze breast plate with very ornate designs on it. He, too, held a drawing in his hand - one similar to the one Momotaros held.
In the case of this one, however, it revealed the under uniform as a silver white while the armor was gold. A set of angelic wings were open on the back of the figure, the coloration that of silver, gold and white. The eye pieces were still the wings, and still robin’s egg blue as well.
“What the..?” Momotaros blurted.
“Another one?” Kintaros questioned.
“It appears to be the same person as that has been revealed to you all. Though when she is the host of my presence,” Sieg answered, then finished more to himself, “it is something to truly be enamored over with the beauty of this princess’s magnificence with myself.”
“Of course you would say that,” the crimson Imagin growled, ready to attack the bird-like Imagin, “It’s you in control in that picture. What I want to know is-”
“Why is she in the Sands of Time during all of these pictures?” Ura finished. “She has no need to be, and yet she is. Even in her Henshin forms in these pictures she appears to be in the Sands of Time.”
“There may be more to her than you know,” Owner answered, “Especially since she’s able to take the forms of two of you.”
All in the car fell silent. The dragon-like monster gazed down at the picture he was working on. Able to transform with him? But how? He fought at Ryoutaro’s side, with him. He was his comrade, his friend and his Imagin. How was this at all possible?
As he stared down at the artwork, the almost sapphire coloration looked into his orange eyes with almost a smile of sorts.
“Who is she?”
denozeronosferalnos MEANWHILE sonlarefsonorezoned
Sand was kicked up into the air as the sound of metal clashing with metal echoed through the air. A figure slid across the Sands of Time. A high ponytail whipped around the head as it looked up at its opponent. An untamable fire was seen in the eyes.
As it got back up to it’s feet, the fighter twirled the sword that was held behind its arm. It took off at a run toward the opponent it faced. It was ready to attack before the sword even flew from the hand, returning soon afterward because of the way the weapon was created.
When the sword returned to the hand, the figure started to make a symbol in the air with the sword. The other hand joined, something gripped tightly within it. The object flashed a deep crimson in the faded light of the Sands of Time, the multicolored sky darkening over the fighter.
“With my abilities, I cast you back to the sands from which you came,” it shouted, winds picking up around it, “Sealed Fate!”
With the last words, an air-made seal appeared and centered itself on the opponent’s chest. The sword in the fighter’s hand was thrust like a javelin into the middle of the seal. A run was given before the figure leapt into the air, side kicking the hilt. This caused the sword to plant itself deeper into the chest of the opponent. The winds that blew around them engulfed the victim, the sands swallowing it whole, causing it to collapse into nothing.
The winds died down and the figure turned around. A train sat there, almost like it was waiting for it. In the open door of one of the cars stood a figure waiting for the fighter. It leaned against the frame as a laugh that was emitted from it echoed through the air.
“Come now,” a male voice called, “it’s time we returned you to your home.”
“What about yours? We need to return you to your time,” the figure called back.
“We’ll be able to in time, but first you need to recover from the fight.”
The fighter sighed softly as it walked over to the train. It took the man’s hand, climbing into the car. They then squeezed his shoulder, bowing their head slightly.
“Let’s go then, Sakurai. But I swear to you, we’ll get you home. We‘ll return you to your correct time.”
PROLOGUE END
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