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DC X Rider Ch 100
🕑 Added 2025-01-06 14:46:25 +0000 UTCI glance at the clock, relief washing over me as I realize my shift is finally ending. The hotel lobby has been a revolving door of guests all day, and I'm ready to escape the monotony. As I walk over to the time clock, I can't help but let my mind drift to the life-changing events that led me here.
Being reincarnated into this world was a jarring experience, but I'm slowly finding my footing. Adjusting to having a loving family after growing up an orphan is still a work in progress, but I'm grateful for the chance to start anew. Of course, the responsibilities that come with being a Kamen Rider weigh heavily on me, especially as I grapple with my dual nature as both human and Amazon.
With a sigh, I punch out, ready to leave the stresses of the day behind. As I exit the hotel, I can't shake the feeling that more challenges await me. But for now, I'll savor this moment of peace before the next battle begins.
I see my father, Matsu, waiting for me as I exit the hotel. "Hey, how was your day?" he asks.
"It was fine," I reply, not wanting to dwell on the monotony of the hotel internship.
"Great, how about we grab a coffee?" Matsu suggests, and I nod in agreement. We head to a nearby café, the familiar aroma of roasted beans welcoming us.
As we wait in line, Matsu turns to me. "So, anything exciting happen today?" he inquires, his eyes filled with genuine interest.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," I said.
"That's good. I heard that you're learning pretty fast."
"The staff were teaching me very well," I say as we find a table and take a seat.
Matsu takes a sip of his coffee. "So, how are you feeling about the internship so far? Enjoying the work?"
I consider his question for a moment. "It's been good, though I have to admit, the daily routines can get a bit monotonous at times." I chuckle lightly. "But I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn more about the hotel business."
"I'm sure it'll get more interesting as you take on more responsibilities," Matsu reassures me. "And you know your mother and I are always here if you need a break or just want to talk."
I nod, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot."
We fall into a comfortable silence as we sip our drinks, the background chatter of the café providing a soothing ambiance.
"You know, your mother and I have been worried about you, ever since that accident months ago." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "We thought you might struggle a lot, trying to adjust after losing your memory."
Matsu continued saying, "Before the accident, you were so shy and timid. Your mother and I worried about you constantly. But now, after the accident, you've become so much more independent and resilient. It's like you're a completely different person."
I nod, keeping my expression neutral as my father's words sink in. The original Haruka, the one they had known before the accident, was gone - replaced by me, someone who is from a different world.
"I know it must have been hard for you and Mom, seeing me change so much," I say, my voice calm and measured. "But I hope you can understand that I'm doing my best to adapt to this new life."
Matsu reaches across the table, placing his hand over mine. "We know, son. And we're proud of how far you've come." He gives me a warm smile. "Your mother may miss doting on the old you, but she's just relieved to see you happy and thriving."
"I'm grateful for your support, Dad," I say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It means the world to me."
As we finish our coffees, I can't help but feel a twinge of unease. The path ahead of me as a Kamen Rider is far from clear, and I know there will be more challenges to face. But for now, I'll cherish this moment of peace.
"You know, your mother and I were thinking it would be nice to plan a family outing sometime. Maybe we could all go to the amusement park or take a trip to the beach. What do you think?"
I blink, slightly taken aback by his suggestion. Growing up as an orphan, I never had the chance to experience family outings or quality time together. The idea tugs at my heart, a small part of me yearning for those kinds of memories.
"That...that sounds really nice," I say, my voice soft. "I'd love that."
"Wonderful! I'll talk to your mother tonight and we can figure out the details. It'll be good for us to spend some quality time together as a family."
As he speaks, I can't help but feel a swell of emotion. The thought of creating new memories with my parents, of truly experiencing what it means to be part of a family, is both exciting and a little daunting.
"Thank you, Dad," I say, meeting his gaze. "I...I really appreciate it."
Matsu reaches across the table and gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "Of course, son. We're just glad to see you settling in and thriving. This will be a great chance for us to bond as a family."
I nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The idea of a family outing feels foreign, yet strangely comforting. Perhaps this is the opportunity I need to start building the kind of connections I've always longed for.
"I look forward to it," I say, and I find that I truly mean it. The prospect of creating happy memories with my parents fills me with a sense of warmth and anticipation.
As we finish our drinks and prepare to head home, I can't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the family I've been blessed with in this world.
I stand up from the table, ready to head home with my father. As we exit the café, I spot a familiar face walking down the street.
"Kara!" I call out, a smile spreading across my face. "I didn't expect to see you here. Are you finished with work for the day?"
Kara turns and her face lights up when she sees me. "Haruka! Hi, it's great to see you, and yeah, I just finished for the day." She glances at Matsu, who is standing beside me. "And who's this?"
"Kara, this is my father, Matsu," I say, gesturing to him. "Dad, this is Kara. She's the friend I was talking about."
Matsu's eyes widen with recognition, and a warm smile spreads across his face. "Ah, so you're the Kara I've heard so much about!" He steps forward and shakes Kara's hand enthusiastically. "It's wonderful to finally meet you. Haruka has told us all about how you've been helping him adjust since the accident."
Kara blushes slightly, glancing at me. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I'm just glad I could be there for him."
"Well, we're very grateful," Matsu says sincerely. "Haruka has been through a lot, and it means the world to us that he has a friend like you looking out for him."
I feel a surge of gratitude towards Kara, and I can't help but agree with my father's sentiment. "Kara's been amazing," I tell Matsu. "I don't know what I'd do without her."
Kara's blush deepens, and she gives me a warm smile. "That's what friends are for, right?" She turns to Matsu. "It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Kojima. Haruka has mentioned you and his mother a few times, and I'm glad to finally put a face to the name."
"Please, call me Matsu. And the pleasure is all ours. Haruka has told us how kind and supportive you've been. We can't thank you enough."
I feel a swell of affection for both Kara and my father. It's still strange for me to have such a caring family, but moments like these make me appreciate it more and more.
"Well, I should probably get going," Kara says, glancing at her watch. "But it was great seeing you both."
"Of course, of course," Matsu says. "Don't let us keep you. But please, feel free to join us for dinner anytime. We'd love to have you."
Kara's eyes widen in surprise, and she looks to me. "Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense!" Matsu interjects. "You're not intruding at all. In fact, we insist. Haruka talks about you so much, we'd be honored to have you over."
I nod in agreement, giving Kara an encouraging smile. "Yeah, you should come. I think you'd really enjoy it."
Kara looks between us, a grateful expression on her face. "Well, in that case, I'd be delighted. Thank you so much, Matsu."
"Wonderful!" Matsu exclaims. "Give us a date when you are coming. I'm sure my wife will cook up a feast for you."
Kara shakes her head and says, "No, no, please don't go to any trouble. A simple meal will do."
I nod in agreement. "Yeah, Dad. Don't pressure Kara."
Suddenly, I hear shouts and commotion around us. People are looking up to the sky with fear on their faces. I follow their gaze and see a helicopter spinning out of control, its tail end on fire.
"Oh no," I mutter, my heart racing. I turn to my dad. "Dad, get inside a building quickly. Take the other people with you and get to safety."
My dad looks up at the helicopter, his eyes widening. "But what about you?"
I glance at Kara, who is already slipping away, likely to change into Supergirl. "I'll be fine. Just go, hurry!"
He hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Alright, son. Be careful." He starts ushering the bystanders towards a nearby office building, urging them to get inside.
I trust Kara can save the chopper on her own. I just need to get the people to safety. As I usher the bystanders towards the office building, I see some of them take out their phones, ready to record the unfolding events. Idiots, I think to myself. Don't they realize the danger they're putting themselves in? I quicken my pace, ushering the people inside, my only focus on ensuring their safety.
(A Few Minutes Ago)
Leslie Willis, disgruntled, sat in the helicopter as it soared over National City. The dark clouds above them rumbled with the promise of a brewing storm.
"Head towards the area with the most traffic," Leslie demanded, her voice laced with irritation. "That's what Cat Grant wants, and that's what I'm going to deliver."
The pilot, sensing the impending danger, glanced nervously at the darkening sky.
"Ma'am, I really think we should head back. This storm looks like it's going to get bad," he warned.
"I don't care what the weather is doing. Cat wants me to cover the traffic, so that's what I'm going to do." She leaned back in her seat, arms crossed defiantly.
The pilot hesitated, but knowing better than to argue with his stubborn passenger, he guided the helicopter towards the busier sections of the city. Thunder rumbled ominously, and the wind began to pick up, buffeting the aircraft.
"See, it's not so bad," Leslie said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just keep us steady and I'll get the footage Cat wants."
As the helicopter flew through the increasingly turbulent conditions, the pilot's grip tightened on the controls.
"Ma'am, I really think we need to turn back. This is getting too dangerous."
But Leslie refused to listen, her focus solely on completing her task, regardless of the risks.
Suddenly, lightning struck the tail of the chopper, and the chopper began losing control.
Leslie gripped the armrest as the helicopter lurched violently. "Get this damn thing under control!" she snapped.
The pilot's knuckles turned white as he fought to steady the aircraft. "I'm trying!" He yanked the controls, but the helicopter continued to spiral, buffeted by the howling wind and lashing rain that obscured his vision.
The chopper lurched violently, and Leslie clutched the seat, her face twisted in terror. "We're going down!" she cried.
The pilot's hands flew across the instruments, desperately trying to regain control.
"Brace for impact!" he yelled, as the chopper plummeted towards the city streets below.
The door next to the pilot tore off, and he was sucked out of the chopper, plummeting towards the ground below. Leslie lunged for the controls, but they were just out of reach. The pilot's screams echoed as he free-fell through the air.
Suddenly, a blur of red and blue streaked across the sky. Supergirl arrived, scooping up the pilot and gently lowering him to safety on the sidewalk. The pilot, his face ashen with fear, gazed up at Kara in wonder.
"Thank you," he breathed, his voice shaky.
Kara gave him a reassuring nod. "You're safe now." She turned her attention back to the helicopter, which was still spiraling out of control.
She then turned her attention to the out-of-control helicopter, where Leslie was still trapped inside. Kara flew up to the spinning aircraft, her cape billowing behind her.
Leslie thought she was going to die when Kara caught the chopper. The spinning aircraft was finally under control, but the relief was short-lived when Leslie saw Supergirl.
"You..." Leslie's eyes narrowed, annoyance etched on her face at being saved by the very hero she had been criticizing.
"Grab my hand," Kara said, extending her hand towards Leslie.
Reluctantly, Leslie reached out and grasped Kara's hand. But as their fingers intertwined, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck Kara. The electricity surged through her body, and the current instantly transferred to Leslie.
Leslie's eyes widened in shock as the electricity coursed through her. She felt a searing pain, and then everything went dark as she lost consciousness. Kara watched in horror as Leslie went limp in her arms.
"Leslie!" Kara cried, her voice laced with worry. She quickly but gently lowered the helicopter to the ground, her attention focused solely on the unconscious woman.
Kara scooped Leslie into her arms and took to the sky, flying towards the nearest hospital. The city below blurred as she raced against time, her heart pounding with concern for the woman she had just saved.
Touching down at the hospital, Kara rushed inside, calling for help. Doctors and nurses immediately sprang into action, carefully transferring Leslie from Kara's arms onto a gurney.
"What happened?" one of the doctors asked, examining Leslie's unresponsive form.
"She was struck by lightning," Kara explained, her brow furrowed with worry. "Please, you have to help her."
The medical team quickly wheeled Leslie away, leaving Kara to pace anxiously in the waiting room. She clasped her hands together, silently praying that Leslie would be okay.
Time seemed to crawl as Kara waited for any news. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with questions. Why had Leslie been so angry at her? And why had the lightning strike affected her so severely?
Finally, a doctor emerged, his expression somber.
"How is she?" Kara asked, her voice laced with concern.
The doctor shook his head slowly. "The lightning strike was severe. Ms. Willis is in critical condition. We're doing everything we can, but..." He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
Kara felt her heart sink. "Can I see her?"
The doctor nodded. "Follow me."
Kara steeled herself as she entered the room where Leslie lay, hooked up to a myriad of machines. Her face was pale, and her breathing was labored.
Kara pulled up a chair and sat by Leslie's bedside, gently taking her hand.
"I'm so sorry," Kara whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "This is all my fault."
She sat there, keeping vigil over the unconscious woman,
(Haruka POV)
I hurry back home, my father Matsu by my side. As we walk through the door, he lets out a relieved sigh.
"I'm just glad we got out of there safely," he says. "If it wasn't for Supergirl, that could have been a real disaster."
I nod in agreement. "You should go inside, Dad. I need to call Kara to make sure she's okay."
"Are you sure you don't want to come in? I can make us some tea."
"I'll be right there," I assure him. "I just want to check on Kara first."
My father reluctantly heads inside, and I pull out my phone, quickly dialing Kara's number. I wait anxiously as it rings, hoping she's alright after saving that helicopter.
Kara answers the phone, her voice low and despondent. "Hello?"
"Kara, are you okay?" I ask, concern evident in my tone. "I saw you leave when the chopper started crashing. What happened?"
"I'm... I'm okay, Haruka. But Leslie was on that helicopter. Supergirl managed to save her, but the lightning strike left her in critical condition. She's at the hospital now."
"Oh, Kara, I'm so sorry to hear that. That's terrible." I pause, sensing the weight of her words.
"I'm sure Supergirl did everything she could," I say, trying to reassure Kara. "It's not her fault that this happened."
Kara sighs heavily. "I know, but I still feel bad for her. She must be blaming herself."
"Well, if you need someone to talk to about it, I'm here to listen," I offer.
"Thank you, Haruka," Kara replies, her voice slightly brighter. "I really appreciate that. I should get going, but I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Of course. Take care, Kara."
We end the call, and I slip my phone back into my pocket. Glancing towards the house, I see my father waiting for me at the door. I take a deep breath and head inside, ready to join him for the evening.
…
In her hospital room, Leslie lies unconscious, her pale skin and striking white hair with a blue streak a stark contrast to the numerous medical devices monitoring her vital signs. The doctor in charge carefully examines the readings, his brow furrowed in concentration.
The nurse approaches the doctor, her voice laced with concern. "Doctor, will she recover?"
The doctor pauses, his gaze shifting to the unmoving form of Leslie. "I wish I could give you a definitive answer, but at this point, we can only continue to monitor her closely. Her condition is quite severe, and the full extent of the damage is still unknown."
The nurse nods solemnly, her eyes filled with uncertainty. She glances back at Leslie, the machines steadily tracking her vital signs.
The doctor turns to the nurse, his expression grave. "She's lucky to be alive, considering the severity of the lightning strike. The discoloration of her skin is an unusual side effect, but we simply don't know the full extent of the damage at this point."
The nurse nods, her brow creased with concern. "Should we increase the monitoring? Her vitals seem unstable."
"For now, we'll continue to observe her closely," the doctor replies. "We have other patients who require our attention as well. Keep me informed of any changes in her condition."
The doctor and nurse exit Leslie's room, their footsteps echoing down the quiet hospital corridor. Leslie remains motionless on the bed, the machines surrounding her emitting a steady beeping rhythm.
As the door clicks shut, Leslie's eyes suddenly flutter open. Her gaze darts around the unfamiliar room, confusion etching her features. Slowly, she lifts her hand, staring at the pale, bluish hue of her skin. Frowning, she tries to sit up, but a sharp pain causes her to wince and lie back down.
"What happened to me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible.
The sound of the machines monitoring her vital signs is the only response. Leslie's brow furrows as she attempts to recall the events leading up to her current state. Flashes of the helicopter, the storm, and the blinding pain of the lightning strike cross her mind, but the details remain hazy.
Leslie lies in the hospital bed, her mind racing as she tries to piece together the events that led her to this unfamiliar setting. She remembers the helicopter, the storm, and the blinding pain of the lightning strike. Slowly, she lifts her hand, staring at the pale, bluish hue of her skin, a stark contrast to her usual appearance.
Gritting her teeth, Leslie recalls being saved by Supergirl, the very hero she had been criticizing on her radio show. The realization fills her with a sense of resentment and anger. "Supergirl," she mutters, her voice laced with disdain.
Determined to find out more, Leslie reaches for the remote on the bedside table, wincing at the soreness in her muscles. She turns on the television, flipping through the channels until she finds a news report about the helicopter incident.
The reporter's voice fills the room, praising Supergirl's heroic actions in saving the pilot and passengers. Leslie watches, her jaw tightening as she sees the footage of the helicopter spinning out of control, and Supergirl swooping in to stabilize the aircraft.
Leslie watches the news report, her anger growing as Supergirl is praised for her heroic actions. The CatCo channel echoes the same sentiment, further fueling her resentment.
Gritting her teeth, Leslie glares at the television screen. "This is all Supergirl's fault," she mutters, her voice laced with venom. "If she hadn't interfered, I wouldn't be stuck in this hospital bed."
Her gaze shifts to her discolored skin, a stark reminder of the lightning strike that had nearly cost her life. Leslie's fingers curl into fists as she contemplates the unfairness of it all.
Leslie grabbed a nearby remote and was about to throw it at the TV when the device started acting up. The other devices in the room also began malfunctioning, their screens flickering and lights flashing erratically. Leslie watched in bewilderment as electricity started running through the medical equipment, crackling and surging.
Unsure of what was happening, Leslie froze, her hand gripping the remote tightly. To her surprise, the electricity surrounding the devices did not harm her. In fact, she felt a strange tingling sensation coursing through her body. Tentatively, she raised her hand, watching as tiny sparks danced across her fingertips.
Fascinated, Leslie began to experiment, manipulating the erratic electricity. She waved her hand, causing the lights to flicker in response. Emboldened, she focused her gaze on the television, channeling the energy towards it. With a flick of her wrist, a bolt of electricity shot forth, striking the screen and shattering it.
Leslie's eyes widened in shock, but a sense of exhilaration quickly replaced her initial fear. A grin spread across her face as she realized the extent of her newfound power.
"This is incredible," she murmured, testing the limits of her abilities by summoning more electricity and hurling it around the room.
The hospital room descended into chaos as the machines continued to malfunction, their alarms blaring. Leslie paid no heed to the commotion, consumed by the thrill of her discovery. She reveled in the feeling of control, the electricity bending to her will.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of medical staff rushed in, alarmed by the disturbance. Leslie turned towards them, her eyes narrowing. Without hesitation, she unleashed a powerful surge of electricity, sending the doctors and nurses flying back.
"Stay away from me!" Leslie shouted, her voice laced with a newfound confidence. She felt a sense of power coursing through her veins, a stark contrast to the helplessness she had experienced moments ago.
The medical staff scrambled to their feet, their faces etched with fear and bewilderment. They tried to approach Leslie, but she responded with another barrage of electric attacks, driving them back. Laughter bubbled up from within her as she realized the extent of her transformation.
"Oh yeah, I like this. Sorry, gents, but I have got other things to do." Without warning, she turned her body into pure electricity, surging into the nearest charging socket.
The doctors and nurses stared in bewilderment as Leslie's form vanished, leaving behind only the crackling electricity. Moments later, her electrified body materialized in the middle of National City, amidst the bustling streets.
"Now, let's see what this new power can do," Leslie said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
With a flick of her wrist, she unleashes a bolt of lightning towards a nearby billboard. The crackling energy strikes the structure, causing it to tremble and sway precariously.
The people on the sidewalk below watch in horror as the massive sign begins to topple, its metal frame groaning under the strain. They scatter in panic, running to avoid being crushed by the falling debris.
Leslie, reveling in her newfound powers, lets out a gleeful laugh. She raises her hands, electricity sparking between her fingertips, and directs another surge of energy towards the billboard. The structure collapses with a deafening crash, sending shards of glass and twisted metal raining down onto the street.
The terrified bystanders scream and flee, their shouts of terror echoing through the city streets. Leslie observes the chaos with a twisted sense of satisfaction, a malicious grin spreading across her face.
"This is amazing!" she exclaims, her voice laced with excitement.
Electricity crackles around her as she raises her arms, prepared to unleash another barrage of attacks. The people below cower in fear, unsure of how to defend themselves against this unexpected and dangerous threat.
In her home, Kara hears people in distress and puts on her Supergirl outfit. She flies towards the commotion, her cape billowing behind her. When she arrives, she recognizes the woman causing chaos.
"Leslie?" Kara says, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Ah, Supergirl, so glad for you to show up," Leslie replies, a twisted grin spreading across her face.
"What happened to you?" Kara asks, taking in Leslie's altered appearance.
"What happened to me? I'm like this because of you!" Leslie exclaims, her voice laced with bitterness. "But I guess I have to thank you, because I can now do something like this!"
Leslie raises her hands, electricity crackling between her fingertips. She unleashes a bolt of lightning towards a nearby billboard, causing it to tremble and sway precariously.
Kara's eyes widen as she sees the billboard begin to topple, its metal frame groaning under the strain. She quickly flies forward, catching the massive structure before it can crush the fleeing civilians below.
With a mighty heave, Kara throws the billboard to safety, her muscles straining with the effort. She turns her attention back to Leslie, her expression a mixture of concern and determination.
Kara, clad in her Supergirl costume, confronts the newly transformed Leslie, now calling herself Livewire.
"What are you doing?! You could have hurt them!" Kara exclaims, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Uch, always being the hero I see," Livewire retorts, a tinge of disdain in her voice.
"Stop this now, Leslie. You need help," Kara pleads,
"I don't need help, especially from you. I'm pure energy now. From now on, you can call me—" Electricity starting to crackle and speak around her.
The air ionizes, and Leslie's outfit transforms before Kara's eyes. A sleek, black skin-tight leotard with lightning bolt patterns in blue and white now adorns her body. Thigh-high black boots and blue gloves complete the ensemble, giving Leslie a striking and electrifying appearance.
"Livewire!" she declares, a malicious grin spreading across her face.
