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Lyrical Ride 03: The Turtle Always Lies
“Ikuzi, ikuzi, IKUZI!” cried Den-O as he charged forward, swinging that blade of his wildly as he slashed at the bat Imagin in a reckless manner. TSAB mages pushed to the front of the crowd, moving them back as a uniformed officer gaped at the tableau.
“What in the world… is that,” said the officer as his partner peered at them.
“Seems like a guy in armor fighting a bat,” replied his partner, seconds before the bat thing kicked out and smacked the opponent in the balls. The crowd collectively winced but the man in armor merely growled angrily.
“You bastard… YOU THINK THAT’S ENOUGH TO STOP ME!” Roared Den-O while his body fought back tears of pain. “I’ll show you…. My climax!”
Grabbing the ticket, he scanned it and tossed it away as the belt reported “Full Charge!” The bat thing backed up nervously. “W-wait a moment…!”
“Tch, you’re not going to get away that easily!” yelled Den-O as his sword ignited and the blade detached. “TAKE THIS! MY HISSATSU ATTACK, FIRST EDITION!”
Swinging his sword, he slashed from the side which sliced a deep cut into the bat Imagin who cried out. Another slash from the opposite direction inflicted another deep wound and Den-O hefted the weapon high as he slashed downwards, cleaving him in half. There was a circle with a line slashed through it that appeared moments before the Imagin exploded.
“Hah! That’s what you get you X-Jerk!” grinned Den-O. “How do you like that asshole! That is my specialty! From start to finish, I am always at a climax! ORE SANJOU!” And he posed dramatically to the confusion of the crowd and the officers.
There was an awkward silence from the crowd and officers.
“M-Momo-san… my body… it feels like it’s going to give out,” groaned Nanoha from within.
“Huh… yeah I guess it is. Hold on.”
Walking over to the fallen wheelchair, he studied it for a moment before he attached a ticket to it and pressed a few buttons on his belt. In a flash of light, the wheelchair transformed into a motorcycle and he kicked it back up onto its wheels. “This’ll do,” remarked Den-O as he slung his leg over it and started it up.
“Wait, we need a statement here! And questions!” exclaimed the officer, snapping out of his shock from the absolutely ludicrous performance of Den-O. “Who are you?”
“Huh?” Den-O looked over his shoulder. “I told you before you bastards; I’m Kamen Rider Den-O! Tch, don’t people listen anymore?”
He ignored the confused yells of the officers and the statement of “You never told them the name till now Momo-san,” from Nanoha who was deciding that today was going to be extremely weird.
Lyrical Ride
Episode 03: The Turtle Always Lies
“Sorry I’m late!” exclaimed Nanoha as she rushed in, rolling as fast as she could as she nearly crashed into the table. But a hand shot out and grabbed a hold of her chair. “Thanks Vita-chan.”
“You look tired,” said Vita. “And you stink.”
“Nyahahaha, I’m sorry, I forgot to shower after my walk,” said Nanoha.
“You went for a WALK?!” demanded Vita, her voice pitching shrilly. “NANOHA!”
“That’s enough you two,” said Hayate, breaking up the spat. “You can have your lovers spat later.”
Vita went several shades of red as Nanoha laughed at again, rubbing her head. Geez Momo-san, couldn’t you have let me wash up first?
Feh if I did that, I’d have to look at your body.
And what’s WRONG with my body? Demanded Nanoha.
Nothing! Just that I’m not into human girls like that.
Well excuse me for being human! Snapped back Nanoha. She looked up to the others who had already opened their data files and asked, “What?”
“You just seem really out of it,” said Hayate. “Are you sick?”
“I’m fine I just had trouble sleeping,” lied Nanoha as she shook her head.
“If you say so.” Tapping her screen, Hayate brought up an image. “This report came in earlier, about a brawl in the middle of the city that resulted in the death of some kind of creature that came out of a man. Said man claims to have not remembered anything of any kind of possession.”
Vita folded her arms. “Normally it’d be assigned to someone else, but since our department has been slow, we’re taking over the case. The case report says that a woman zoomed up on a wheelchair and leaped out of it, grabbing the man around the neck and throttling him until the sand-creature fell out of him.”
“Really? Did they get a picture of the woman?” inquired Nanoha, suddenly nervous. Oh crap.
“That’s the weird thing,” said Reinforce Zwei, the little device poking buttons. “For some reason we can’t get a picture of the woman, like she was obscured from our cameras. People said that she had brown hair with a red streak in it, and red eyes.”
Momo-san!
I hear ya. Tch, looks like I gotta keep low key. What a pain in the ass…
“We can’t assume this is an isolated event,” said Hayate after a few minutes contemplation. “But that person that fought the bat thing hasn’t left any trace of where they went. We can’t tell if there was magic used, and there’s been no sign of a rider in red…”
“Funny, that’s what they called him, or he called himself,” said Reinforce thoughtfully as she poked a button, replacing an audio clip.
I told you before you bastards; I’m Kamen Rider Den-O! Tch, don’t people listen anymore?
“He sounds like my kind of guy,” snickered Vita and Nanoha who had been sipping water, spittaked and coughed after spraying it across the table. “Was it something I said?”
“N-No,” managed Nanoha, coughing.
Hayate mopped up the spilt water. “Our job right now is to keep informed of any Den-O sightings. Nanoha, can you get in contact with Yuuno and ask him to check if there’s any references to Den-O?”
“I’ll do that,” said Nanoha.
“I’ll accompany you,” added Vita. She sniffed the air and pinched her nose. “After we bathe you Nanoha.”
Despite protests both inside and out, Nanoha was wheeled out, much to Hayate and Rein’s giggling.
“Glad they built this wheelchair access,” said Nanoha as Vita pushed her up into the building. “This should be okay.”
“I’m coming along,” said Vita. Nanoha blinked at her as she smirked. “Got nothing better to do right now.”
Nanoha nodded as she opened the door. Being rolled inside, she called out, “Hello? Yuuno-kun! It’s Nanoha and Vita! Yuuno-kun? Arf-san?”
“Psst.”
The pair looked around as Vita noticed a small form hiding under the table. “Arf?”
“Get down quickly!” hissed Arf in a stage whisper.
Leaving Nanoha to watch confused, Vita walked over and knelt down in front of her. “Arf, what are you doing hiding under a table?”
“Get under here or he’ll find you,” said Arf, reaching out and tugging Vita under the table. “Nanoha hide!”
“What’s going on?” asked Nanoha, concerned. “What’s with all the—“
“Hello there charming woman,” purred a voice as a hand slipped under her chin, tilting her head as she stared into the most beautifully piercing blue eyes. “What a wonderful looking girl you are. May I interest you in a cup of coffee perhaps?”
“Y-Yuuno-kun?” stammered Nanoha, her cheeks pinking as he leaned in. With the way the light hit his deliciously sexy glasses, the pressed shirt and hair tie holding his hair… the blue streak was new…
“Oh what a beautiful world it is, to show such flattery to a man such as myself,” purred Yuuno and Arf whimpered.
There was a sound of snapping as Vita erupted out from under the desk, holding it over her head threateningly. “YUUNO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SEDUCING NANOHA HUH?!”
“TEME THAT’S MY LINE!” growled Nanoha suddenly as her hair spiked up and a streak of red erupted through it. Leaping out of the chair, she grabbed Yuuno by the front of his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing here, Urataros?!”
“The same thing I should be asking you, Momotaros,” replied the fellow Imagin casually. “Shouldn’t you be looking for the next Den-O?”
Vita looked between the two Not-Acting-Like-Themselves-Friends, looked down at Arf who whimpered, and declared, “You two. Explain. Before I throw this desk at BOTH of you. And I’m not going to miss!”
“Oh, you’ve got yourself wrapped up in human affairs,” pouted Urataros as he slid out of Momotaro’s grasp. “Well you see little lady, a dangerous creature possessed your friend here. And the only way to eject them is through violence.”
“BASTARD!” snarled Momotaros but Vita turned her death-glare on him. “Wait, hold on a second…!”
“You… get… out… OF NANOHA!”
Violence ensued.
“What happened to you three?” inquired Hayate when they reported back. Nanoha was sporting a bump on her head and Vita’s uniform was scuffed up. Yuuno sported a black eye and he was holding an ice pack to it. “Don’t tell me you got mugged.”
“Vita beat us up,” said Yuuno, and Vita’s meister stole a confused glance at the tiny knight who blushed. “She knocked the thing possessing me clean out of me.”
“Apparently they’re called Imagin,” added Nanoha helpfully. In the ensuring violence, Momotaros had been knocked unconscious but he was still out cold in the back of her head. She hoped Urataros was the same, since a form made out of sand failed to erupt from him. She didn’t get any explanation, other than they were family. Or something.
“I’m going to need a full debriefing here,” said Hayate finally, shaking her head. “Because this seems to me like it’s really getting odd.”
“Are you two sure you’re alright?” inquired Vita as they arrived back at Nanoha’s place. “Nothing broken?”
“Just some swelling. It’ll go back down.” Said Yuuno. “We’ll get better in time.”
“Alright. Just… give me a call.” And she gave a meaningful look at Nanoha. “That goes double for you Nanoha.”
“Nyahahaha, I’ll be okay,” laughed Nanoha as Vita closed the door.
No sooner than Vita was out of earshot than Nanoha’s hair spiked up and Yuuno’s posture took on a more subtle confident appearance. “So, now that she’s out of the way, shall we talk?” inquired Urataros.
“Feh.” Momotaros spit into the sink. “I found the new Den-O. I’m in her right now.”
“Really? What a crude passenger you make.”
“SHUT UP KAME,” snapped Momotaros.
If you two would like to talk… And without warning, Nanoha expelled Momotaros who tumbled into the kitchen cabinets. “If you two would like to talk, then get out of our heads first!”
Glaring at Urataros, he hefted his hands in surrender. “Well?”
“Ah, sorry, but I have to stay with him until I grant a wish.” Said Urataros cheerfully.
“Kame, there’s no time for that crap right now!” exclaimed Momotaros as he pulled himself up to his feet. “Get out of the damn human so we can talk!”
Urataros sighed and Nanoha massaged her forehead. This was not going as planned. “Look, just tell me Yuuno-kun will be all right?”
“Oh he’s fine, his will is just suppressed at the moment,” replied Urataros blithely. “Now then charming lady, can we get some tea together?”
Nanoha fought down a blush. Damnit, how did Yuuno’s body manage to pull the whole suave thing off?! Momotaros helpfully interrupted the attempt however by slamming his hand on the table.
“Never mind that. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. Those X-Jerks are back again. No good assholes.” Momotaros folded his arms. “Have you heard anything from the Owner?”
“None so far. To be fair, I’ve been busy.” Replied Urataros.
“Womanizing no less, damn Kame,” grumbled Momotaros.
“Excuse me but who is the owner?” inquired Nanoha.
“Owner,” and Momotaros seemed to capitalize the O in it, “is the owner and conductor of the train that journeys through time: the DenLiner.”
“A train… that journeys through time…?” said Nanoha, boggled at the logic of that. “That’s…”
The sound of a whistle could be heard and Nanoha turned towards her closet as light shone out from behind it. “What… was that…”
“Good timing,” said Momotaros. “That,” and he grabbed her chair as he wheeled the stunned girl towards the door which Urataros helpfully opened. “Is DenLiner.”
“What in the world… is that,” said the officer as his partner peered at them.
“Seems like a guy in armor fighting a bat,” replied his partner, seconds before the bat thing kicked out and smacked the opponent in the balls. The crowd collectively winced but the man in armor merely growled angrily.
“You bastard… YOU THINK THAT’S ENOUGH TO STOP ME!” Roared Den-O while his body fought back tears of pain. “I’ll show you…. My climax!”
Grabbing the ticket, he scanned it and tossed it away as the belt reported “Full Charge!” The bat thing backed up nervously. “W-wait a moment…!”
“Tch, you’re not going to get away that easily!” yelled Den-O as his sword ignited and the blade detached. “TAKE THIS! MY HISSATSU ATTACK, FIRST EDITION!”
Swinging his sword, he slashed from the side which sliced a deep cut into the bat Imagin who cried out. Another slash from the opposite direction inflicted another deep wound and Den-O hefted the weapon high as he slashed downwards, cleaving him in half. There was a circle with a line slashed through it that appeared moments before the Imagin exploded.
“Hah! That’s what you get you X-Jerk!” grinned Den-O. “How do you like that asshole! That is my specialty! From start to finish, I am always at a climax! ORE SANJOU!” And he posed dramatically to the confusion of the crowd and the officers.
There was an awkward silence from the crowd and officers.
“M-Momo-san… my body… it feels like it’s going to give out,” groaned Nanoha from within.
“Huh… yeah I guess it is. Hold on.”
Walking over to the fallen wheelchair, he studied it for a moment before he attached a ticket to it and pressed a few buttons on his belt. In a flash of light, the wheelchair transformed into a motorcycle and he kicked it back up onto its wheels. “This’ll do,” remarked Den-O as he slung his leg over it and started it up.
“Wait, we need a statement here! And questions!” exclaimed the officer, snapping out of his shock from the absolutely ludicrous performance of Den-O. “Who are you?”
“Huh?” Den-O looked over his shoulder. “I told you before you bastards; I’m Kamen Rider Den-O! Tch, don’t people listen anymore?”
He ignored the confused yells of the officers and the statement of “You never told them the name till now Momo-san,” from Nanoha who was deciding that today was going to be extremely weird.
Lyrical Ride
Episode 03: The Turtle Always Lies
“Sorry I’m late!” exclaimed Nanoha as she rushed in, rolling as fast as she could as she nearly crashed into the table. But a hand shot out and grabbed a hold of her chair. “Thanks Vita-chan.”
“You look tired,” said Vita. “And you stink.”
“Nyahahaha, I’m sorry, I forgot to shower after my walk,” said Nanoha.
“You went for a WALK?!” demanded Vita, her voice pitching shrilly. “NANOHA!”
“That’s enough you two,” said Hayate, breaking up the spat. “You can have your lovers spat later.”
Vita went several shades of red as Nanoha laughed at again, rubbing her head. Geez Momo-san, couldn’t you have let me wash up first?
Feh if I did that, I’d have to look at your body.
And what’s WRONG with my body? Demanded Nanoha.
Nothing! Just that I’m not into human girls like that.
Well excuse me for being human! Snapped back Nanoha. She looked up to the others who had already opened their data files and asked, “What?”
“You just seem really out of it,” said Hayate. “Are you sick?”
“I’m fine I just had trouble sleeping,” lied Nanoha as she shook her head.
“If you say so.” Tapping her screen, Hayate brought up an image. “This report came in earlier, about a brawl in the middle of the city that resulted in the death of some kind of creature that came out of a man. Said man claims to have not remembered anything of any kind of possession.”
Vita folded her arms. “Normally it’d be assigned to someone else, but since our department has been slow, we’re taking over the case. The case report says that a woman zoomed up on a wheelchair and leaped out of it, grabbing the man around the neck and throttling him until the sand-creature fell out of him.”
“Really? Did they get a picture of the woman?” inquired Nanoha, suddenly nervous. Oh crap.
“That’s the weird thing,” said Reinforce Zwei, the little device poking buttons. “For some reason we can’t get a picture of the woman, like she was obscured from our cameras. People said that she had brown hair with a red streak in it, and red eyes.”
Momo-san!
I hear ya. Tch, looks like I gotta keep low key. What a pain in the ass…
“We can’t assume this is an isolated event,” said Hayate after a few minutes contemplation. “But that person that fought the bat thing hasn’t left any trace of where they went. We can’t tell if there was magic used, and there’s been no sign of a rider in red…”
“Funny, that’s what they called him, or he called himself,” said Reinforce thoughtfully as she poked a button, replacing an audio clip.
I told you before you bastards; I’m Kamen Rider Den-O! Tch, don’t people listen anymore?
“He sounds like my kind of guy,” snickered Vita and Nanoha who had been sipping water, spittaked and coughed after spraying it across the table. “Was it something I said?”
“N-No,” managed Nanoha, coughing.
Hayate mopped up the spilt water. “Our job right now is to keep informed of any Den-O sightings. Nanoha, can you get in contact with Yuuno and ask him to check if there’s any references to Den-O?”
“I’ll do that,” said Nanoha.
“I’ll accompany you,” added Vita. She sniffed the air and pinched her nose. “After we bathe you Nanoha.”
Despite protests both inside and out, Nanoha was wheeled out, much to Hayate and Rein’s giggling.
“Glad they built this wheelchair access,” said Nanoha as Vita pushed her up into the building. “This should be okay.”
“I’m coming along,” said Vita. Nanoha blinked at her as she smirked. “Got nothing better to do right now.”
Nanoha nodded as she opened the door. Being rolled inside, she called out, “Hello? Yuuno-kun! It’s Nanoha and Vita! Yuuno-kun? Arf-san?”
“Psst.”
The pair looked around as Vita noticed a small form hiding under the table. “Arf?”
“Get down quickly!” hissed Arf in a stage whisper.
Leaving Nanoha to watch confused, Vita walked over and knelt down in front of her. “Arf, what are you doing hiding under a table?”
“Get under here or he’ll find you,” said Arf, reaching out and tugging Vita under the table. “Nanoha hide!”
“What’s going on?” asked Nanoha, concerned. “What’s with all the—“
“Hello there charming woman,” purred a voice as a hand slipped under her chin, tilting her head as she stared into the most beautifully piercing blue eyes. “What a wonderful looking girl you are. May I interest you in a cup of coffee perhaps?”
“Y-Yuuno-kun?” stammered Nanoha, her cheeks pinking as he leaned in. With the way the light hit his deliciously sexy glasses, the pressed shirt and hair tie holding his hair… the blue streak was new…
“Oh what a beautiful world it is, to show such flattery to a man such as myself,” purred Yuuno and Arf whimpered.
There was a sound of snapping as Vita erupted out from under the desk, holding it over her head threateningly. “YUUNO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SEDUCING NANOHA HUH?!”
“TEME THAT’S MY LINE!” growled Nanoha suddenly as her hair spiked up and a streak of red erupted through it. Leaping out of the chair, she grabbed Yuuno by the front of his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing here, Urataros?!”
“The same thing I should be asking you, Momotaros,” replied the fellow Imagin casually. “Shouldn’t you be looking for the next Den-O?”
Vita looked between the two Not-Acting-Like-Themselves-Friends, looked down at Arf who whimpered, and declared, “You two. Explain. Before I throw this desk at BOTH of you. And I’m not going to miss!”
“Oh, you’ve got yourself wrapped up in human affairs,” pouted Urataros as he slid out of Momotaro’s grasp. “Well you see little lady, a dangerous creature possessed your friend here. And the only way to eject them is through violence.”
“BASTARD!” snarled Momotaros but Vita turned her death-glare on him. “Wait, hold on a second…!”
“You… get… out… OF NANOHA!”
Violence ensued.
“What happened to you three?” inquired Hayate when they reported back. Nanoha was sporting a bump on her head and Vita’s uniform was scuffed up. Yuuno sported a black eye and he was holding an ice pack to it. “Don’t tell me you got mugged.”
“Vita beat us up,” said Yuuno, and Vita’s meister stole a confused glance at the tiny knight who blushed. “She knocked the thing possessing me clean out of me.”
“Apparently they’re called Imagin,” added Nanoha helpfully. In the ensuring violence, Momotaros had been knocked unconscious but he was still out cold in the back of her head. She hoped Urataros was the same, since a form made out of sand failed to erupt from him. She didn’t get any explanation, other than they were family. Or something.
“I’m going to need a full debriefing here,” said Hayate finally, shaking her head. “Because this seems to me like it’s really getting odd.”
“Are you two sure you’re alright?” inquired Vita as they arrived back at Nanoha’s place. “Nothing broken?”
“Just some swelling. It’ll go back down.” Said Yuuno. “We’ll get better in time.”
“Alright. Just… give me a call.” And she gave a meaningful look at Nanoha. “That goes double for you Nanoha.”
“Nyahahaha, I’ll be okay,” laughed Nanoha as Vita closed the door.
No sooner than Vita was out of earshot than Nanoha’s hair spiked up and Yuuno’s posture took on a more subtle confident appearance. “So, now that she’s out of the way, shall we talk?” inquired Urataros.
“Feh.” Momotaros spit into the sink. “I found the new Den-O. I’m in her right now.”
“Really? What a crude passenger you make.”
“SHUT UP KAME,” snapped Momotaros.
If you two would like to talk… And without warning, Nanoha expelled Momotaros who tumbled into the kitchen cabinets. “If you two would like to talk, then get out of our heads first!”
Glaring at Urataros, he hefted his hands in surrender. “Well?”
“Ah, sorry, but I have to stay with him until I grant a wish.” Said Urataros cheerfully.
“Kame, there’s no time for that crap right now!” exclaimed Momotaros as he pulled himself up to his feet. “Get out of the damn human so we can talk!”
Urataros sighed and Nanoha massaged her forehead. This was not going as planned. “Look, just tell me Yuuno-kun will be all right?”
“Oh he’s fine, his will is just suppressed at the moment,” replied Urataros blithely. “Now then charming lady, can we get some tea together?”
Nanoha fought down a blush. Damnit, how did Yuuno’s body manage to pull the whole suave thing off?! Momotaros helpfully interrupted the attempt however by slamming his hand on the table.
“Never mind that. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. Those X-Jerks are back again. No good assholes.” Momotaros folded his arms. “Have you heard anything from the Owner?”
“None so far. To be fair, I’ve been busy.” Replied Urataros.
“Womanizing no less, damn Kame,” grumbled Momotaros.
“Excuse me but who is the owner?” inquired Nanoha.
“Owner,” and Momotaros seemed to capitalize the O in it, “is the owner and conductor of the train that journeys through time: the DenLiner.”
“A train… that journeys through time…?” said Nanoha, boggled at the logic of that. “That’s…”
The sound of a whistle could be heard and Nanoha turned towards her closet as light shone out from behind it. “What… was that…”
“Good timing,” said Momotaros. “That,” and he grabbed her chair as he wheeled the stunned girl towards the door which Urataros helpfully opened. “Is DenLiner.”