Author's Note: Hello, hello, hello, Myshiroyuki here with a new Kamen Rider OC fanfiction. While I still work on Kamen Rider Vitaz, MaesterDimentio and I will be working on this fanfic. I provide the bones of the story (plot, direction, ideas) and MaesterDimentio adds meat to those bones. If you could see the first draft I wrote and the finished product he's done, you would be surprised by the difference in quality. I was certainly surprised! It showed me I still have a lot to learn about writing. It's a bit long but I hope that doesn't scare you away.

Anyway, hope you like this new Kamen Rider series and if you do, tell us what you think. Criticism welcome.

In a darkened room, where only very dim lights illuminated the area, an important meeting was taking place, one that would decide the fate of Japan and quite possibly the world. Arranged in a semicircle were seven men and women, each of them wearing a similar orange jumpsuit. Their wrists were bound by steel manacles, with a chain leading down to a pair of restraints on their feet. These restraints were in turn chained to the ground. Standing before the prisoners were various officials of the Japanese government, all wearing crisp black suits. At the center of it all, an older man, around the age of sixty, stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

"I would thank you all for joining us here today, but really, you had very little choice in the matter, now did you?" No one responded to the attempted joke the man made, aside from a few of the seven people sitting before him rolling their eyes. "But now, let's get down to business, shall we?" Clapping his hands, a screen behind him suddenly flicked on, brightening the room slightly. On it were various statistical figures that the seven people largely ignored, save one who looked interested for a moment before turning his head away. "Our test results have shown that you seven have the highest compatibility with the SIN Drivers."

If he expected a big reaction from them, he was sorely disappointed by the fact that hardly any of them were looking directly at him. In fact, only one of the seven prisoners even appeared to be paying attention to the proceedings, sitting straight in the folding chair they'd provided for him and his hands in his lap. He had messy brown hair and a long scar running down his cheek, with boyish features that would make him rather handsome in the eyes of some.

"As you may have already heard from the news, our nation is currently plagued by criminals such as yourself." Behind him, the screen changed, showing rather strange images. They were all of humanoid creatures , yet not a single one of them could truly be called human. In the images, each of the them appeared to be in the act of some crime. "Unlike you, however, the law is no match for these monsters, the Krimivals."

A woman stepped up from the group behind him, her black hair giving way to gray. "The Krimivals, as they have taken to calling themselves, are unlike any other criminal in Japan, or even the world for that matter." Again, the screen changed, this time to a video, or rather a compilation of videos. One showed a creature being fired upon by the police, only for the bullets to have no effect on it. Another showed the door to a bank vault being torn apart, and in another a creature set the entire area around it on fire. "These creatures have strength capable of crushing steel, bodies strong enough to withstand even the heaviest of ordnance, and the ability to take on the appearance of the last person they killed, in addition to a unique individual power that each possesses. Sadly yet predictably, police and military forces have had little success in stopping even the weakest of them."

The man again took center stage, clearing his throat to get their attention. "We have managed to hold them back, but at great costs. Every day, more people are dying, more lives are being ruined, and Japan comes closer to the brink of disaster. Now, this cost is growing too high for our people. Fear has gripped all of their hearts and people have lost hope that the Krimivals will ever be stopped."

"However, we have found a hope! We have found a way to stop the Krimivals, and it rests within you seven." He gestured to each of them with a sweep of his arm. "Out of the entire population of this country, only you seven prisoners have enough compatibility with the SIN Drivers, our weapon against these monsters!" Behind him, the screen changed again, showing seven different devices. Beside each device was the picture of one of the seven prisoners. "If it means the end of the Krimivals, we are willing to pardon each of you for your crimes!"

He held up a hand and clenched it into a tight fist. "The seven of you bear the collective hope of the entire nation of Japan on your shoulders! For the sake of this nation, eradicate the Krimivals!"

The room was silent, with everyone in it allowing his words to sink in. Finally, someone broke the silence with a laugh. Everyone, including six of the prisoners, turned to the prisoner sitting on the far right of the half-circle. "Such a great speech, sir!" the man cackled. He had shoulder-length hair that had been dyed blonde and a cocky smile on his face. "Damn, if my hands weren't like this," he gestured at the manacles with his chin, "I'd give you a standing ovation." Tilting his head, he let out a small chuckle as he looked at the man. "Now, you gotta tell me: just how many times did you practice that in front of the mirror? Two, three dozen?" Leaning back in his chair, he scanned the room before turning his eyes back to the man and giving him a wide grin. "Of course, it'd only take me half the words and I'd get three times as many people hooked on the first try. But what can I say – my audiences love me!"

Closing his eyes, the man in the center of the room breathed deeply. Reaching over to a nearby table, he picked up a folder and opened it up. Inside was a detailed report on the man, with his name at the very top with a picture right next to it. "Jin Shimaki-"

"The Great Jin Shimaki, thank you."

The bald man smiled and tossed the folder back onto the table. "Well, it certainly seems as though our reports on your ego were accurate. Quite fitting that the SIN Driver most compatible with you would just so happen to be the Pride Driver." The screen changed to show a full-body picture of Jin, with a gold device shaped like a crown next to it. To the right side of the screen were three words:

Deviant Rider Satan.

"Hey now, it's not pride if it's the truth," Jin corrected, chuckling a little. "If anything, I'd say I'm quite humble compared to some people."

The bald man smirked and let out a small chuckle of his own. "I suppose that it could be seen that way, but I have to question just how much truth your words hold, Mr. Shimaki." The grin on Jin's face died at the man's words. "And I suppose it's also fitting that we've given you the codename of Deviant Rider Satan, wouldn't you agree?" Turning to Jin, he smiled fully. "A once-great angel, the most beautiful of them all, whose pride led to his downfall. Tell me, Mr. Shimaki: Does any of that story sound familiar to you?"

Jin looked away from the official and gritted his teeth. "Go to hell. The King has no need for the words of peasants," he spat.

"Stop making such a big deal out of this, you dumbass!" the female prisoner next to Jin shouted, glaring daggers at the 'King'. She was young, with her black hair pulled into a ponytail and a large butterfly tattoo on her neck. "Don't you get it? If we listen to their stupid speeches and just nod our heads, we get out of here faster!" Looking at the man in the center, she scowled. "Hey, in fact, how much longer is this gonna take, buddy? Some of us have things we'd like to do other than sit and listen to you ramble! Just get to the damn point and let us go already!"

Beside her, a man sighed before coughing. "I, for one, would like to know how much we shall be recompensed for our services." The man was rather scrawny, and he had very short black hair. Raising his hands as far as he could, he smiled. "After all, you can hardly expect this to be free, can you?" he asked, rubbing the fingers on his right hand together. "Money makes the world go 'round, after all."

Rather than the man, the woman from before spoke up. "Sora Haraki, I would watch your tongue while in here." As she spoke, the screen changed like it did for Jin before, showing a picture of Sora with a revolver-shaped device next to her. Her codename was, apparently, Deviant Rider Asedia. "Besides, its hardly like you have anything important to do while in lockup, true?"

Turning from Sora, she regarded the man. "As for you, Kyoya Mayuchi, I would, in your position, consider it enough that we are willing to pardon your crimes." The screen changed again, showing Kyoya next to a strange flip-phone, with Deviant Rider Midas listed as his codename. Seeing the amused look on his face, she sighed. "Of course, you will be paid a large sum for the destruction of each Krimival, Mr. Mayuchi."

"Excellent," Kyoya said with a smirk. "It's always a pleasure to do such fine business."

"Lousy, ass-kissing, greedy bastard," Sora muttered, turning her glare on him.

From across the room, a figure raised their arms. "Excuse me," a woman sitting at the far left side of the circle spoke up, "Can I please get something to eat." She clearly needed the food, being dangerously thin with sunken eyes. Her voice was weak, and it was a miracle that she was even heard. "My metabolism's very fast, so it'd have to be something high in calories in fat. Like a bowl of hot ramen, or-or some really greasy fries, or maybe a pizza with everything on it…" The woman continued naming off foods she couldn't possibly get in prison, with a small strand of drool beginning to run down her chin. As she spoke, she began to fall over, only for a pair of well-muscled arms to stop her.

"I don't think she's alright. Can someone please get her something?" he asked as he both heard and felt her stomach rumble, due to how frail she was. The man himself, however, was far from frail, with a powerful looking body and spiky hair. Despite looking dangerous, at the moment, he only seemed concerned for the woman he was holding up. "Hey, come on! What's it take to get a starving woman some food?" he demanded.

"I-It's alright," the woman said, shaking her head as she sat back into her seat. "Just…. A bowl of rice, that's all… that's all I want," she groaned.

Nodding, the bald official brought out a phone and pressed a button. He spoke a few words into it quickly and shut it off again, placing it back into his pocket. Almost instantly, a guard walked into the room, a large, steaming bowl of rice in his hands. He handed it over to the woman, who began to greedily devour it. Within a minute, it was all gone, yet the woman hardly looked like she'd improved.

"Wow, you were really hungry, weren't you?" The muscular man's eyebrows were raised by the display. "Is… Is she always like this?" he asked, turning to the officials.

"Tsuchiya Sakaki, while in the field, it will be your job to make sure she is fed well." Tsuchiya appeared on the screen, with a glove next to him and his codename listed as Deviant Rider Lainn. "Due to Kaori Ariwa's condition, she will be near useless when hungry, and likely an easy target for a Krimival." Kaori's picture appeared next, with a spiked collar beside her and her codename as Deviant Rider Kiga.

Beside Tsuchiya, the youngest prisoner of the bunch sat up in interest. "Wait. Did you just say Kaori Ariwa?" he asked. Compared to the man next to him, he looked absolutely like a child, something his features did not help to change. Looking past the large man, he cringed in disgust. "I thought she was supposed to be some hot model. Who knew she'd end up looking this ugly back then."

"What was that you brat!?" Tsuchiya yelled, turning to look down at the young man. Before anyone could react, he jumped out of the chair and began to smash his cuffed hands down onto the boy, with the boy laughing and ducking out of the way. Across the room, Sora and Jin were laughing as well. "Take it back!" he demanded, tugging furiously at his restraints to get closer to the boy. "She can't help it if she looks like that, you brat! Take it back now, before I make you!"

"Just try it," the boy laughed as another swing missed him. As he spoke, several guards rushed into the room to restrain the raging man. It took eight of them working together to pull Tsuchiya away long enough for him to calm down. "What's wrong, gorilla-man? I'm right here, waiting for you to make me take it back," the young man taunted, a smirk on his face. Tsuchiya started for him again, only for the guards to hold him back.

"That's enough!" the bald official finally snapped. Turning to face Tsuchiya, he stared the man down. "Mr. Sakaki, unless you wish to find yourself back in your cell with this offer off the table, you will learn to restrain yourself!" Tsuchiya looked at the man, then back to the boy, before sighing and sitting back in his chair. "Good," the man said with a nod. "As for you," Turning slightly, he looked at the young man. "Isamu Takaya, you will learn to refrain from insulting your comrades; otherwise, you may find yourself alienated from them when you need them most." Isamu's picture appeared next, with a wristwatch as his device. His codename was shown to be Deviant Rider Vice.

"Whatever," Isamu snorted. "It's not my fault if the gorilla-man gets mad over something so small. I guess the big ape just doesn't have the brain to use those muscles properly." Seeing the look he was getting from the bald official, he shrugged and gave him an innocent smile. "Something the matter, sir?"

Sighing, the man brought a hand to his forehead. "To hell with this. We're getting nowhere with these people," he muttered, grabbing the folders off of the table and stacking them all together. "Guards, get them out of here and give them the SIN Drivers. I want them at the training centers as soon as possible." The guards immediately followed his orders, running over to the prisoners and undoing the chain leading to the ground before leading them away one by one. However, one prisoner didn't move when the guards reached him. It was the young man with the scar, the only person not to speak during the entire meeting.

"Sir," he said, standing up, "I would like to thank you all for this chance." Surprising everyone in the room, he bowed low. "Thank you all for giving us this chance to redeem ourselves! I promise we will work hard to meet your expectations!" he yelled. "There is no need to worry; we will protect the people of Japan from the Krimivals!" Standing back up, he nodded at the guard before walking out of the room. All of the officials were stunned by the young man's words. Behind them, the screen turned off, darkening the room.

The female official finally broke the silence. "What was that young man's name again?" she asked, looking at the bald official.

"Naoki Akuzaki," the man replied. "He is the one with the highest compatibility for the Envy Driver." Without turning around, he handed her the young man's file. She opened it and began to read the personality report.

"Interesting," she muttered. "Out of seven criminals with life sentences, he is the only one without any dangerous skill or ability. The report states that he is a bit of a talker, but he didn't say a single word during the meeting." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at the man. "In fact, I think he was actually listening to every word you said, even when they weren't directed at him. And the guard's reports all say that he's a model prisoner – no violent tendencies, not one to act up, never causes a disturbance. Other than being a talker, they've had no complaints with him. Of all people, how is he compatible with the Envy SIN Driver?"

"Don't be fooled by appearances," the man told her, his voice hard. "Out of the seven chosen to become Deviant Riders, Naoki Akuzaki is by far the most dangerous of them all. His crime is more heinous than all of theirs combined."

"That's just not possible! I've gone over the reports for the other six, and I can say, without any doubt, they deserve to be in prison, but how does this man have a life sentence?" She handed the folder back to the man and shook her head in disbelief. "There wasn't even anything written down for his criminal history. Just what could this man have done?"

Opening the folder, the man stared down at the picture of Naoki Akuzaki, a frown crossing his face. "This man has committed a terrible crime. A crime so heinous that it mustn't be allowed to reach the public," he whispered. Turning to the woman, he fixed her with a hard stare. "A crime worthy of giving him the codename…

"Deviant Rider Sin."