Ok so first off: Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans! I bring a new omake for feasting upon! Disclaimer up front: most of this was typed up on phone, and I'm copy-pasting it on mobile as well. Please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Yo-Kaijin Riders
Shinjuku
11:30pm
The bustle of Shinjuku at night was as noisy as always, but on a rooftop overlooking a street in the pleasure district it was calm. At least until a fox climbed its way up, an apple held in its mouth, and sleek dark red fur covered in sweat. The fox looked around, and in a flash of ghostly purple flames the fur was clean. A stray leaf is picked up in a paw and put on the fox's head, and a moment later, the blink of an eye, suddenly instead of a fox there is a naked young woman, holding the apple in her hands. She tosses the apple into the air, and another flash of ghostly flames covers her before she is clothed. A low-cut red crop top covers her fairly generous chest, leaving her midriff exposed, a black leather jacket with spiked shoulder pads over it. Black jeans with a low waistline cover her slim yet toned legs, with small rips over the knees and random spots on both legs. Her feet are bare, a fingerless glove over her right hand, a bracelet with a small mask on her left wrist, and her dark red hair is in a slightly spiky mane down to mid-back. She wouldn't look out of place among the rebellious youth of Japan, if it wasn't for the vulpine ears on her head and the two tails sticking out of the back of her waist, marking her as a fox spirit.
The woman lazily walks to the edge of the roof before sitting down, one leg over the edge, the other curled up with the knee close to her chest. She takes a bite of the apple, savoring the taste of a treat fairly stolen. She went to take another, but stopped at hearing a deep yet smooth voice behind her.
"I thought we were not trying to attract attention, young mistress?"
Tilting her head back, the nogitsune looked at her companion. He was large, with blue skin and a build that in slang would be called a "brick shithouse". Lightning yellow hakama pants cover his waist and legs, a similarly colored tiger-skin loincloth covering the front. His feet are bare except for a pair of geta sandals. His upper body is similarly bare, the only exceptions being a multitude of scars, a bead necklace with a small mask on it and tiger-pattern bracers on his forearms. His face was harsh, yet somehow gentle in its demeanor. Two tusks grew down from the top of his mouth, and two long horns jut out of his forehead, a shoulder-length mane of wispy raven hair coming down. On the oni's back was a wicked-looking kanabo, held in place with seemingly nothing.
The young woman returns to looking back into the street taking another bite of the apple before answering. "We're not. And stealing this apple from one of the mortal night markets isn't going to attract attention."
"A dark red wild fox stealing an apple in the middle of a crowded night market
in the middle of an urban center is the kind of thing that attracts attention."
"Bah! At best that's going to get animal control or the police called. It's not going to get attention from anyone we actually
care about. The Goody Two-Shoes Brigades won't care about a random animal, and those Umbra
upstarts" here the woman's voice took on a dangerous tone tinged with disgust, "are too busy meddling with something that's going to inevitably backfire on them. Those Shogun-Wannabes aren't going to care about what happens in a mortal market. Although I will admit they have the right idea about these mortal
worms. They're not our equals, and they never will be."
"Still, you shouldn't be so reckless, mistress Kurahime. You already have eyes on you from some of the older generations because of your age and number of tails. You're barely over half a century old. Your mother-"
"Claimed a life debt from you after saving your stiff ass from that feral, cannibalistic Jorogumo a few decades back. And she made you my babysitter, because she didn't want to make her 'grand re-debut' just yet. I get you're just doing your job, but you need to lighten up and have some fun every now and then, Goro. And I've told you to just call me Kura!"
Goro let out a
heavy sigh, eyes closed and face uplifted as if asking the Kami for strength. "You and I have very different definitions of 'fun', young mistress Kurahime."
Kura snorted, "I don't understand how you can consider betting on some mortal sport involving a shrunken wood club and a diamond made of dirt 'fun'." She took a large bite of the apple, leaving just the core and seeds, before plucking out the seeds one by one, applying her magic to them, and then flicking them into the air in random directions. When she was done, she used a stronger amount of magic on the core, before standing up and turning towards Goro. She tossed the apple core over her shoulder, where it hit somebody on the head going by the exclamation of pain and surprise, while sauntering up to the oni, walking around him while tracing her uncovered hand across his torso. "I think I know just the thing to get that stick out of your ass. When was the last time you got to enjoy a strong drink?"
Goro stoically ignored the teasing touch of his charge, and the sound of the brewing brawl on the street below, "Young Mistress, I am not going to-"
"There was a distillery I ran by while making my escape from the market earlier. It's only a couple blocks away. According to the sign, they don't use any glyphs in creating their alcohol at all. Purely the traditional methods. I know how much you say that it tastes better…" Kura trails off, having circled back around to Goro's front. Goro tried to remain strong in the face of such temptation, but eventually gave up and sighed in acceptance.
"I suppose I could do with a good drink…" when his charge spun around and gave a fistpump, whisper-yelling 'yes', Goro allowed the corner of his lips to turn up in a small smile.
Shinjuku
11:50pm
The back door to the distillery opened with a silent click, and when no alarms went off Kura gained a smug grin. "See! Told you it would be simple to get in without setting off an alarm! Now grab as much as you can carry, I'll raid the office." The fox spirit sent out some wisps of her foxfire, having them mess with the security cameras in order to cover her and Goro's tracks. As her companion got to work rifling through the stock of alcohol, Kura made her way to the cash register, using her magic to open it and stealing all the money within. After that, she found the owner's office, picking the lock with a hairpin she pulled out of her jacket pocket.
Once she was in, she looked around until she spotted a safe set into the wall. '
Bingo!' She went up to the safe, putting one of her ears up to it before starting to spin the tumbler.
Click. Click…click!
"Alright, let's see what goodies you have stashed in here." the nogitsune muttered to herself as the safe swung open, revealing a bunch of papers and a wooden box. A quick rifle through the papers revealed them to be only a bunch of legal documents and licenses. The box on the other paw…."Well now, this is quite a gem!"
Kura closed the safe back up before walking back to the storage area of the distillery. She saw Goro had a few crates full of assorted bottles already set up for her to use her magic on. He turned to her, and motioned to the box, "Did you steal the money from the safe?"
"There was none there. But this is worth more than money. It's an unopened bottle of
rice shōchū! If the label's right, it apparently was made in the final years of the Edo Period- Hey!"
Goro practically teleported over to her, taking the box from her hands and staring at the label almost reverently. Kura allowed herself a small, gentle smile while he was occupied. '
With how much he puts up with me, he deserves a luxury like this every once in a while.' One of her ears twitch, picking up the sound of approaching sirens. "Fuck, the safe must have had a silent alarm tied to it. Stop looking at the alcohol like a lover, and get ready to move. We've got incoming."
Goro immediately walks over to the collection of crates, and Kura helps him tie the crates together before casting an illusion to make the crates nearly invisible. "Get going, I'll distract them so you can get away."
"Young mistress, why don't you make us invisible as well?"
"I've used a lot of magic already tonight. Much more and I will run the risk of it failing before we're safe. And you know how…
specific it can get when I'm transformed."
"Young Mistress Kura, you
know how much attention you'll draw if you do what I think you're going to. It's too risky!"
"Worth it. It'll be fun giving the pigs a run around, now get going, they're about to pull up out front."
Goro didn't bother continue arguing, instead making for the backdoor as Kura started walking towards the front of the building. As she did, her two tails curled around her waist, and where the tips met at the front a flash of ghostly purple flames burned, before extinguishing to reveal an odd buckle. Kura lifted her uncovered hand, which became covered in the same flames, before she swung it down over the buckle, a single word charged with power spilling from her lips.
"Henshin."
A few moments later…
The cops that had assembled outside the distillery were preparing to head in, when suddenly the front wall of the building blew out in a blast of purple flames! A dark red and burnt orange motorcycle stylized to resemble a kitsune, with the 9 tails being individual exhaust pipes, came bursting out through the flames, landing on one of the cop cars and driving over it, landing on the pavement before the driver stopped the motorcycle to look back at the cops. They raised their middle finger towards the recovering cops, a female voice shouting out "Catch me if you can, pigworms!"
The Rider then sped off,and in a few minutes she was weaving through a crowded street, uncaring if anyone didn't get out of the way in time. She let out a cackle, before a number of sirens began blaring out in pursuit. Looking back, the Rider saw roughly 9 different police vehicles chasing her. She turned back forwards, and yelled back in a voice filled with malicious glee "All this for me? You shouldn't have! But if you're so insistent on playing…I guess I'll oblige."
She thrust her left hand into the air, where it became coated in purple flames, before slamming it down onto the dash of her bike
"Illusory Parade: Ninefold Duplication!"
Suddenly, the entire bike, Rider included, became shrouded in flames, before 9 near identical copies of the Rider burst from it. The only difference between them being that each of them had a different "tail" of the motorcycle, and that each of them had a tassel coming off the waist from a different point. The same voice came out of each copy, overlapping in an echo "Try and guess who's real!" The 9 copies then split off, going in different directions, down side streets, through alleys, some even ramped off of abandoned cars or stalls to briefly ride on the walls. The police, having no other choice, split up to chase the duplicates.
12:05pm
The Rider raced down the empty street, the motorcycle's "tail" coming out the top center of the vehicle's back, a singular cop car managing to keep pace. She glanced back, seeing the cop still there, "Tch. For a worm they sure are persistent." She faced back forward, before taking a sharp turn, nearly scraping the road. The moment she was back upright, she poured on the gas, speeding up and starting to pull away from the pursuing car.
As the Rider was approaching a bridge over train tracks, she saw a line of police cars blocking the other side. "Trying to box me in? Almost clever for a bunch of mortals. Unfortunately, I've got a train to catch!'
The Rider kept going until she was about to reach the middle of the bridge, before turning sharply, jumping her bike off the bridge and onto a train that started passing under just moments before. The Rider dismissed their bike, before giving a one finger salute to the cops on the bridge before she was carried out of sight.
When she was confident that she was far enough the cops wouldn't find her, the Rider jumped off the train onto a street, right in front of an alley. Landing under a streetlight, her form was revealed clearly.
The armored suit was primarily crimson in color, with purple highlights on the outer legs and arms, a flame-patterned chest piece in purple-accented gold over her torso. On the top of her helmet was a design resembling a pair of red fox ears, with gold outlining a purple inner section, and her gloves ended in gold claws. From the armor's waist, a single tassel came down from the middle of her back, starting a deep red and transitioning to a purple with what seemed like part of a flame pattern on it. As she stepped forwards, 8 other tassels appeared in a flash of purple fire, completing the flame pattern and forming a half-skirt going from one side of her waist behind her back to the other.
"Well, young mistress Tama, if we didn't have their attention before, we certainly do now." a deep male voice said. Stepping out of the alley was another Rider.
The armored suit was primarily blue in color, with accents of silvery white on the outer legs and arms. Over the front of the waist was an electric yellow sheet of metal with a resemblance to a loincloth, a silvery white tiger stripe pattern covering it. On his forearms were furred bracers with a similar color and pattern, and over his broad chest was a silvery white chest piece with an electric yellow lightning pattern on it. His helmet had a pair of silver horns resembling lightning bolts coming out of the forehead. On his back is a wicked-looking kanabo colored blue and gold.
Seeing him, the female Rider's voice gained a noticeable smirk, "Yeah, it was fun while it lasted. Wasn't expecting you to be transformed as well, Shuten. Did you have that much trouble getting away? Hope you didn't leave any witnesses…"
"It is fortunate I don't share your taste for cruelty and sadism, young mistress. The humans didn't even have time to feel pain. Regardless, we will likely have to lay low for a while. I have heard rumors of a pair of siblings trying to keep peace in Night Market, and one of them is supposedly a Kamen Rider."
"Haaaa…I hate when you have a point. Fine, we'll return to our apartment in Night Market, and I'll plan out how I can continue getting my fun while you savor that shōchū."
She proceeded to walk into the alley, Shuten falling into step right behind her. As the shadows covered their forms, a single thought passed through her head.
"I'm almost tempted to say 'let them come'. After all, no one will be able to stop my fun. For I am the Daughter of Tamamo-no-Mae!"
So how's that? Say hello to my two newest contributions: Kurahime, the self-proclaimed Daughter of Tamamo-no-Mae (a claim no one has been able to disprove), AKA the Dark Rider Tama, and her long-suffering minder in the form of Goro, a blue oni with a life debt to Kurahime's mother, AKA the Dark Rider Shuten. If it wasn't obvious, Goro's Rider name is based of Shuten-dōji. Hope their personalities came across ok, I wanted to take a stab at writing two evil-aligned characters.