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A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite Vol 2 Ch 14
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 14:54:02 +0000 UTCAce can't believe this. Of course, Mt. Lady has to show up and make this so much harder. She's going to get in the way, Ace thinks.
"Sorry, Onee-san, but I have to decline. I have to catch this beauty before she hurts anyone else," Urataros says, striking a pose with the DenGasher Rod.
Vineveil scoffs, "You think you can stop me?"
Mt. Lady steps forward, looming over them both. "Both of you villains, surrender now! Don't make me get serious."
Urataros sighs dramatically. "Oh, how troublesome. I'd hate to hurt such a beautiful lady." He twirls the DenGasher Rod, his eyes fixed on Vineveil. He doesn't want to fight Mt. Lady. She is a hero, even if she is a pain in the butt right now.
Vineveil, however, has no such qualms. She whips out a thorny vine, aiming directly at Mt. Lady's face. "You're just another obstacle. I will eliminate you!"
Mt. Lady gasps, surprised by the sudden attack. The vine wraps around her arm, digging into her skin. "Hey! What the—!"
Before Mt. Lady can react, Vineveil launches a barrage of vines, each one tipped with razor-sharp thorns. Mt. Lady struggles to defend herself, her size proving to be a disadvantage in the confined space.
Urataros watches with a frown. "Now, now, that's not very nice. Attacking someone so beautiful. I can't allow that." He leaps forward, twirling the DenGasher Rod, deflecting the vines aimed at Mt. Lady.
Gotta keep her safe, but gotta stop Vineveil, Ace thinks, his mind racing. He knows Urataros can handle Vineveil, but Mt. Lady is a wild card. She could easily get caught in the crossfire, or worse, expose their identities.
Mt. Lady, now freed from the initial vine attack, glares at Vineveil. "You little—! Trying to disfigure my face? You'll pay for that!"
"I was doing you a favor. Now your so-called charm will disappear," Vineveil says, sending more vines at Mt. Lady.
Ace knows he needs to end this quickly, but with Mt. Lady involved, it's a delicate situation. He grits his teeth, his mind struggling to find a solution.
Ace grits his teeth. This is spiralling out of control fast.
Urataros dodges Vineveil's vine attacks, the DenGasher Rod a blur of motion as he deflects each strike. Mt. Lady, still seething from the near-miss to her face, lunges forward, attempting to grab both Urataros and Vineveil.
"You two are going down!" she roars, her giant hands reaching out.
"Oh, how persistent," Urataros says, easily evading Mt. Lady's grasp. He leaps back, putting distance between himself and the two women. "But I'm afraid I can't let you interfere, Onee-san."
Vineveil, annoyed by Mt. Lady's interruption, sends a volley of vines towards the Pro Hero. "Stay out of my way, you overgrown nuisance!"
The vines lash out, wrapping around Mt. Lady's limbs, torso, and neck, binding her in a grotesque, thorny shibari. Mt. Lady struggles, her immense strength straining against the constricting vines, but Vineveil's control is too precise, too strong.
"What the—! Let me go, you villain!" Mt. Lady cries, her face turning red with exertion.
Vineveil ignores her struggles, focusing her attention on her primary target. She raises her vine whip, the thorns glinting menacingly in the dim light. "Now, let's see how beautiful you are with a few scars."
She lashes out, the whip whistling through the air, aimed directly at Mt. Lady's face. Ace feels a surge of adrenaline. He can't let that happen.
"No!" Urataros shouts, leaping in front of Mt. Lady just as the vine whip strikes. The thorns tear through his armor, sending sparks flying as he crashes to the ground, shielding Mt. Lady from the worst of the attack.
[CRASH]
Mt. Lady stares at Urataros, shocked. "Hey, what are you doing? I didn't need your help!"
Urataros groans, pushing himself up from the ground, ignoring the searing pain in his back. "Maybe not, but I couldn't let her hurt someone so beautiful." He winks at Mt. Lady, earning him a bewildered scowl.
Vineveil snarls, her emerald eyes burning with fury. "You dare interfere again? You'll regret that, Kamen Rider!"
She unleashes a torrent of vines, creating a wall of thorny vegetation that separates Urataros from Mt. Lady. The vines twist and writhe, blocking his path, daring him to break through.
Urataros glares at the wall of vines, his grip tightening on the DenGasher Rod. He knows he needs to stop Vineveil, but he can't leave Mt. Lady vulnerable.
"This is getting out of hand," Ace mutters, his mind racing. He needs a plan, and fast. Mt. Lady is a liability, but he can't just abandon her. And Vineveil is becoming increasingly dangerous, her attacks growing more ruthless with each passing moment.
Ace can't believe it. Evelynne Hart appears, threading her way through the chaos like a ghost. "Stop this! Please, stop!" she cries, her voice trembling.
Vineveil pauses her assault, turning her attention to Evelynne. "But I'm only doing what you wished for, Evelynne-sama. To be the most beautiful. By eliminating other women, you will be the most beautiful!"
"I never wanted this! I never wanted anyone to get hurt," Evelynne pleads, her eyes darting between the entangled Mt. Lady and the wall of vines separating her from Kamen Rider Den-O.
Vineveil scoffs, dismissing Evelynne's protests. "Don't play coy with me. You wanted to be the most beautiful, and I'm simply eliminating the competition. It's all part of the contract."
"There's no way that I ever wanted anyone hurt. These women are my staff, what are you doing," Evelynne shouts.
Evelynne stares at Vineveil, denial plastered across her face.
Ace can sense Evelynne's turmoil, her guilt and regret warring with the desire she had buried deep inside.
Suddenly, Evelynne falters, her eyes glazing over as she becomes dazed. Images flood her mind—a whirlwind of flashing lights, cheering crowds, and the radiant glow of her youthful beauty.
She's eighteen again, standing on a brightly lit stage, a glittering crown placed upon her head. Tears well up in her eyes as she remembers the sheer joy and pride she felt that night, the moment she was crowned the most beautiful woman in Japan.
The memory shifts, blurring into a montage of magazine covers, adoring fans, and envious glances. She basked in the spotlight, believing her beauty would last forever, an eternal flame that would never fade.
But time, as it always does, had other plans. The years passed, leaving their mark on her face, her body, her spirit. The youthful glow began to dim, replaced by wrinkles, sagging skin, and the harsh reality of aging.
She remembers the first time she saw a younger woman, a rising star in the beauty industry, and felt a pang of jealousy, a bitter taste of envy she had never experienced before. It was then that she realized her reign was over, her beauty fading, her power waning.
That's when I made the wish, she thinks, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. She remembers the desperation, the longing to recapture what she had lost, the willingness to do anything to be beautiful again.
Vineveil smirks, sensing the shift in Evelynne. "Contract, complete."
She strides towards Evelynne, her vine whip dragging on the ground. A strange energy emanates from Evelynne, her body shimmering. Ace tenses, sensing something unnatural.
Suddenly, Evelynne's body splits open, revealing a swirling green portal. Vineveil glances back at Ace before stepping through, disappearing into the vortex. The portal snaps shut, leaving Evelynne disoriented.
Ace felt a surge of frustration. He's too late. Vineveil slipped through time. He looks at Evelynne, shaken and confused. This was a disaster. He hoped he can fix it before it's too late.
Damn it, Ace thinks.
Urataros approaches Evelynne, who's still reeling from the bizarre experience. He pulls out a sleek, black Rider Ticket. Etched on its surface, Ace sees an image of Vineveil, her vine whip raised menacingly. Beneath the image, a date blazes in stark numbers: December 15, 2405.
Urataros holds the ticket out for Evelynne to see. "Does this date mean anything to you, Evelynne-san?" he asks gently.
Evelynne stares at the ticket, her eyes widening. "December 15th... that was... that was the day I won my first beauty pageant," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Miss Musutafu... it was the start of everything."
Urataros nods grimly. "Then that's where she's going. To change your past, to erase the moment that made you who you are today."
Ace feels a surge of urgency. Vineveil isn't just after beauty; she's after Evelynne's entire identity. If she succeeds, who knows what the consequences might be?
He glances at Mt. Lady, still entangled in the thorny vines. She's glaring at him, her face a mask of frustration. "Hey! Don't think you're getting away!" she shouts, struggling against her restraints. "I'm not done with you!"
Urataros sighs dramatically, turning his attention to the fuming Pro Hero. "Oh, Onee-san, must you be so insistent? I promise, we'll settle this another time. Perhaps over dinner? I know a lovely little place with exquisite seafood. What do you say?"
Mt. Lady's eyes widen, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "W-what? Are you asking me out?" she stutters, momentarily forgetting her anger.
Urataros winks, his signature suave charm in full force. "Perhaps. If you promise not to arrest me afterwards." He bows slightly. "Until then, farewell, my beautiful giantess."
With a final, exasperated groan, Urataros disappears in a swirl of blue energy, leaving Mt. Lady gaping and blushing.
Ace groans internally. I'm going to be dealing with that for a while.
Mt. Lady is left a blushing, fuming mess. That was... unexpected, she thinks. But Ace has no time to dwell on it. He has to stop Vineveil.
Just then, a shimmering distortion tears through the air, and the DenLiner materializes on the street, its imposing form dwarfing the surrounding buildings. [WHOOSH]
Urataros glances back at Evelynne, offering a reassuring nod before dashing towards the train. He leaps aboard, the doors sliding shut behind him as the DenLiner prepares for its journey through time.
Ace finds himself in the front car of the DenLiner, where the Machine DenBird awaits. Okay, time to get this show on the road, he thinks, eyeing the bike. The DenBird, a sleek, futuristic motorcycle with a Honda XR250 base, gleams under the dim lights. Its crimson and silver frame is adorned with intricate rail-like patterns, echoing the DenLiner's design. The seat is contoured for speed, and the handlebars are equipped with a complex array of gauges and buttons.
Urataros swings his leg over the DenBird, the engine purring to life beneath him. He pulls out the Rider Ticket, the image of Vineveil still burning in his mind. With a flick of his wrist, he slots the Rider Ticket into the Rider Pass, the card glowing with a soft, ethereal light.
He slides the Rider Pass into the DenBird's console, a mechanical voice announcing,
[DESTINATION: DECEMBER 15, 2405.]
The DenLiner shudders, and the world outside the windows dissolves into a swirling vortex of colors and energy.
Urataros grips the handlebars, revving the engine as the DenLiner plunges headfirst into the Sands of Time.
