Tsukasa and his father stepped into the room, the door closed behind them. The room was empty with a roof that stretched as far the eye could see. Tsukasa sneezed and heard an echo in the room. “How could you fit this room in a palace? It’s so huge!” He said in amazement.
“Didn’t you notice how this was the room at the end of the hallway?”
“No but now that you mention it we were walking so far that I couldn’t see any doors.”
“Exactly, this room was built at the other side of the palace and also that those media reporters won’t find it since the hallway is so long.”
“So what’s this room for?”
“Sparring,” his father said. “But this isn’t just an ordinary room. This room can simulate anything with this pad I have in my hand. He pressed a button. A robotic voice spoke: simulating Coliseum. Suddenly, Tsukasa and his father were standing in the arena. Surrounded by the crowd, Tsukasa stood there impressed.
“Behold my son, the Roman Coliseum in its glory,” His father said, throwing a fist in the air. The crowd roared with excitement. He pressed a button on the pad and mechanical armor formed on him.
“Father, what are you doing?” Tsukasa said, looking at his armor.
“If you want to be a strong ruler you must learn how to fight!” the Emperor placed the decade driver on his waist. A gray buckle came out of the driver and attached itself across his waist, with the Decade Book digitalizing on his side of the belt. Opening it he took out a card with a picture of the masked warrior. “Henshin.” He inserted the card into the driver.
Kamen Ride: Decade
. A helmet formed on his head and a yellow signal pointer glowed with his green bug like eyes. “Prepare yourself!” He charged at Tsukasa landing a right hook to his head. Tsukasa staggered back unaware of what had happened. He tried to stop his father from fighting him.
“Father this isn’t funny!” He said, dodging his attacks; realizing his father wasn’t going to stop fighting. He grabbed his father’s arm and kneed him in the stomach several times and kicked him in the head then dropped him to the floor. When his father didn’t stir he moved close to the body to see if he was still alive. “I hope I didn’t break his bones,” he thought.” Then a kick to the chin made Tsukasa splutter blood out. “So naive son, but that didn’t hurt me.” HE took a card from the book and inserted it in the driver.
Kamen Ride: Kuuga
His helmet changed into a beetle-like helmet. And his armor was now red trimmed with an ancient text. Tsukasa had never seen this form before in his life. In all his life seeing his father fight using Decade’s power he never seen this form. His father punched him in the chest which made Tsukasa fall back a feet and land on the ground. The punch had been harder than before and made a print on his suit.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take a punch?” His father mocked. His father was really enjoying humiliating him in front of all these people. “Wait!” He thought. “This is a simulation then that means-
Form Ride: Kuuga Titan
His father changed again. This time he was covered in a purple trimmed armor. His red bug eyes were now purple. “It doesn’t matter how many times you change forms now father, I know how to use this simulator to my advantage.” A digitalized Gatling gun formed on his arm. He shot at his father and watched and he stood there withstanding the hit. Smoke soon followed the blast and he stopped shooting. The smoke cleared up and his father was still standing there unscathed. “What! That can’t be!”
“My turn,” he said. The purple gems on his bracelet glowed and a purple trimmed sword appeared. He slowly walked towards Tsukasa. Tsukasa reloaded his Gatling gun and shot at his father but he was still walking. With each step he got closer to Tsukasa, and Tsukasa tried to stop him from getting closer with everything he got. Then the sword slashed at his armor ripping it apart. A kick to the stomach made Tsukasa drop to the floor on his knees. “It’s over,” his father said.
“It’s not over yet.” A steel mace formed; grabbing it he slammed it on his father’s armor. He staggered back with the mark of a mace on his armor. Tsukasa swung it again knocking the sword off his hand. He swung it for a final blow but his father dodged it and inserted another card to his driver.
Form Ride: Kuuga Dragon
His armor changed from purple into blue. A blue rod appeared from his hands and he knocked Tsukasa to the floor with it. He inserted another card to the driver and prepared for the final blow.
Final Attack Ride: Kuuga
Leaping in the air he executed an aerial attack on Tsukasa. He thrust the rod into his torso making him fall back with blood sputtering out. A sign on Tsukasa appeared and soon left. The simulation then ended. His father also ended his transformation. “Do you see how powerful it is?” He helped his son up. Tsukasa then saw that the blood was gone. He dusted his coat with his hands.
“It really is powerful, but how come I never saw you use those forms?” He asked.
“I use the other forms to defeat strong enemies that can’t be defeated with my default form. Thanks to this driver no dares to rebel against our empire,” he said. “Let’s go eat I’m hungry from the fighting.” He put his arm around his son and smiled.
“Whatever. You’re the one who beat around in there.” They walked down to the kitchen and sat down on the table. The Emperor clapped his hands and a waiter came immediately, bowing to the emperor.
“Your excellence, what brings you here?” the waiter said, rubbing his hands nervously.
“There’s no need to get nervous around Sawada. After all we are friends right?” He said, smiling. “Get us your finest wine we’re having a celebration with my son who just experienced the feeling of defeat.”
“You shouldn’t be laughing father, maybe I’ll beat you one day,” Tsukasa said. Sawada set down two glasses on the table and poured wine it. Tsukasa took a sip and made a face. Sawada and his father laughed. “It’s okay wine tastes like that,” Sawada said.
“I thought it would taste like cherry because of its color,” The wine’s bitter taste stuck to his tongue and Tsukasa had another sip. A sip became a drink; a drink became an empty bottle. In a few moments Tsukasa became intoxicated. He walked to the wine storage and poured some more in a jug. Sawada whispered to the emperor. “Your son is very peculiar he just took a sip and now he’s already drunk.”
The emperor laughed and looked at the clock. “It’s the afternoon too.” He took a sip and stared at his son. Tsukasa stared back and smiled goofily. “Drink some more father, it is very delicious.” Then he threw up on the floor and collapsed. They both looked at him, he landed on the vomit; face first.
“I’ll take him to the guest room,” Sawada said. He put the unconscious Tsukasa on his back and walked out. “This kid sure has a lot of pounds on him,” he mumbled. He walked up the curved stairs mumbling with discontent. He opened the door and accidently dropped him on the floor, Sawada carefully picked him up, as to not dirty his clothes and gently laid him on the bed. Sawada left the room, closing the door softly in order not to disturb the sleeping prince.
It wasn’t until tomorrow Tsukasa woke up. The room stank with putrid, nauseous vomit. When he sniffed his coat he found out it was coming from himself; he immediately went into the bathroom, removing his clothes and took a shower. His head pounded with headaches as he tried to remember what happened yesterday. He recalled drinking wine with his father then he frank a whole bottle of wine. Then he vomited and passed out on his own vomit. “Sawada must have brought me up, “Tsukasa thought. He got out of the shower and covered himself with a towel. Looking through the closet he found several suits hanging; he tried one of the suits on finding out it him perfectly. There was a knock on his door; he opening it and found Sawada standing there with a worried look.
“Why Sawada what’s wrong?” Tsukasa asked.
“It’s your father he’s sick,” He said. “Come, follow me.”
They rushed to the emperor passing rooms as they breathed hard. They pushed the door open and Tsukasa ran to his father’s side and held his hand. “Father, are you alright?” His father was pale and cold. He coughed wearily. “Sawada hand me that box on that desk.” Sawada picked it up and gave it to the sick emperor.
“I never told you this but I’m dying Tsukasa,” He said. I’ve been infected with a disease and my doctor say I don’t have that much long to live.
“But you looked fine yesterday!” Tsukasa cried. “How could this happening to you?” His father handed him the box. “Don’t it yet I have something to say to you. Come here.” Tsukasa came closer and his father whispered in his ear. “You must stop the distortion on this world.”
“What does that mean?” Tsukasa asked. His father then coughed up blood on the sheets. Sawada took him out of the room. “Stay here you shouldn’t see this,” he closed the doors and left Tsukasa alone with the box. Tsukasa wondered what was inside the box that his father gave him. He remembered his father’s word “Don’t open it yet.” But his curiosity came overcame him and he opened it. He felt a wind pass by him and wondered what that was. But he can’t be distracted by an air he had to see what his father gave him. His eyes widened. “It can’t be. Why?” Inside the box was his father’s Decade Driver and Book.
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