So here's the second chapter. Here I'm going to delve deeper into Ryū's relationship with his father and brother. I'm also going to deal more with his reaction to everything he's been through. Remember, in Drive, Chase is a robot who handles having been reprogrammed 3 times considerably well. In Unmade, Ryū is a human who's been mind-raped 3 times. His reaction will be different.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kamen Rider Drive. I only own Ryū's brother and father.

WORD COUNT: 3232

Friday, May 15th, 2015

As Ryū sat down on his father's couch for the first time in over a year, he still wasn't sure what to say. The last time they'd spoken, they'd been screaming at each other about stupid stuff, things that seemed so inane and meaningless compared to everything he'd been through in the past year. How was he supposed to pretend that that hadn't happened? And how could he possibly begin to explain what had been done to him? Kiriko sat next to him, and lightly put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Tomari settled on his other side, not getting as close but still providing silent support.

"I'm so glad to see you're alright," his father began after Tomari and Kiriko had introduced themselves, "I know we didn't part on the best of terms, but when you didn't even contact Ryō after a few months, I was afraid that something had happened to you. How… um… how have you been?"

Ryū stared at his hands, not knowing where to start. How do you tell your father that you got caught up in fighting evil robots, and were captured, tortured, and brainwashed into serving them? That you were their most feared mercenary, the biggest rival of the Kamen Rider that everyone looked up to?

Kiriko spoke first, saving him from having to start. "Ryū has unfortunately had a serious case of amnesia for just over a year. He's only just regained his memories today."

Kyō gasped and stared his son. "Amnesia? How? Do you know what happened?!"

Ryū didn't lift his gaze, not wanting to see the horror in his father's eyes when he learned the truth. "March before last, I… I had an encounter with a Roidmude, one of the robots that've been all over the news. I got involved with someone who was trying to stop them, but… it ended badly. I was captured. They wanted to…"

Pure, unadulterated horror arose in him when he saw that he was lying spread-eagle on a metal table, stripped nude, with half a dozen robotic arms working on something silver and metal inside his left arm, which had been cut open with surgical precision all the way from his wrist to his shoulder, the skin and sinew being held apart by metal forceps. Blood pooled around the limb, but not enough to suggest that he was in danger of bleeding out. He wondered if that was such a good thing.

He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. The memories of that day were coming back, along with the pain and fear.

"If you really think I'll join you, you're- AGH!" The machine working on him did something that sent a fresh jolt of pain through his body. He looked back at his arm and saw that the skin had been moved back into place, and that the robotic devices were injecting something into various points along the limb. He watched, terrified yet fascinated, as the flesh knit itself back together. Not even a scar remained to hint at what had been done to him.

"They were interested in combining human biology with their technology, and I was their test subject. Th-they…"

One of the mechanical arms, now sporting a wicked scalpel-like blade, moved over his chest to hover near his right collarbone. Again, he tried in vain to move away, but his body wouldn't respond. He couldn't even manage a twitch. A humming sound came from the device, the blade visibly heating up until it was white-hot.

Then the blade was brought down and pierced his skin, and all rational thought was lost as the stench of burnt flesh and a new wave of utter agony overwhelmed him.

Kiriko moved her hand from his shoulder to his own hand and squeezed it. He hadn't even realised he was shaking. "Take your time," she whispered gently.

An indeterminable amount of time later, his transformation was almost complete, only his head remaining unaltered for the moment. He'd been forced to experience metal being fused to his bones, certain organs being removed and replaced with mechanical substitutions, wires being implanted into his flesh and muscles. He'd blacked out more than once, dreaming that he was back with his friends and family, only to wake up to this nightmare all over again. His vocal chords had long since given out from screaming.

Ryū tried to keep his breathing steady, to regain his calm. But it wasn't easy. The regained memories felt like they had just occurred, they were so clear.

"Ryū…" Kyō whispered, "What did they do to you?"

"They changed me, into something… not human. I've got metal implants throughout my entire body, and they erased my memories so that I would fight for them instead. I sort of fought it, I mean, I started to remember bits and pieces, but they would just wipe my mind again. It happened twice. I didn't break free of their control until last April, but it still took me until today to remember anything."

That was the barest summation of the events, but he supposed it would take a while before he would be comfortable with talking about the pain and fear he'd gone through. How he remembered nearly every moment of the procedure, when he hadn't blacked out from the pain. How utterly disoriented he still felt after his mind had been rearranged not once, but three times.

Finally, he lifted his head to look up at his father. The older man's face was full of horror as he stared at his son like he didn't even recognise him.

Before anyone could say anything else, the apartment door opened again, and a gangly teenager entered, headphones in his ears. He didn't even say anything as he walked past the living room entryway, not even noticing the people sitting there.

"Ryō," his father called, "Come in here!"

Ryō had already disappeared beyond the doorway, but they all heard him pause and then retrace his steps. "Oyaji?" he called, "I thought you were getting groceries?" Then he froze once his eyes landed on Ryū.

His little brother had gotten taller in the eighteen months since Ryū had been home. He was nearly seventeen, now. The hurt in his eyes stung Ryū deeply, knowing that Ryō had looked up to him and had to have been affected when he left.

"Ryō," he whispered, standing up, "Hey."

Ryō didn't speak at first. He just stared at his big brother with a mixed expression of shock and anger. Ryū didn't blame him. He'd always felt guilty for leaving Ryō behind, but what choice had there been? Their father could take care of him just fine, there hadn't been a whole lot that he'd needed protection from, and it wasn't like Ryū could have taken his little brother with him when he'd moved out. But why hadn't he called? He asked himself that over and over again, whenever he thought about picking up the phone or swinging by Ryō's school or something and ultimately decided not to. He still didn't understand why he hadn't.

"Look, I know you're probably mad at me for leaving, but-"

"Mad?" Ryō growled, "You just up and left! Never called, never checked in to see how I was doing! You just walked out of my life, you didn't care about me! You think you can just walk back in here and go 'Hey' like everything's back to the way it was?!"

"Ryō-" their father tried to cut in, but he was ignored as Ryō continued ranting.

"I looked up to you my whole life, and you just left me without a single glance back! I trusted you, and you tossed me aside! Everyone told me they thought you were some kind of heartless monster, and I stuck up for you, but then you went and proved me wrong! You're just as bad as they said!" And he turned and stormed out. The sound of his bedroom door slamming echoed through the stunned silence of the apartment.

Ryū sank back down onto the couch. He'd been fully aware of his reputation, of how many people had feared him. Everyone had been scared of him, the crowd he'd hung with being careful not to piss him off because they preferred to have him unleashed on their enemies instead of the other way around. Even most of the Roidmudes had been terrified of the Reaper. Ryō had been the only one who wasn't scared, who didn't listen when people called his big brother a cold-blooded monster. Until now.

And after everything that had happened, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were all right. His greatest talent seemed to be making people fear him, after all.

It had been getting late when they'd first showed up at his old home, and after multiple failed attempts to bring Ryū out of his new state of depression or to get Ryō to come out of his room, Tomari and Kiriko had reluctantly left. Ryū had offered to go, too, but his father had been adamant that he was still welcome to stay. Since Ryō was still in a foul mood, Ryū decided to sleep on the couch instead of in the bedroom they once shared.

The white-hot blade sliced at the skin and flesh on his right leg, systematically cutting it open and filling the air with a nauseating burnt smell. Only a small amount of blood dripped from the cauterised wound as haunting laughter filled his ears. His mouth was open in a silent scream, but his voice had given out during the hour or more of torture that he'd already endured. He was coming to eagerly await the completion of his transformation, if only so that the pain would stop.

He couldn't move, but whatever was paralysing him did nothing to numb the agony as one robotic arm began to set the steel reinforcement against the exposed femur. He screwed his eyes shut, knowing what would come next since they'd already done this to his ribs, pelvis, and all the bones in his other leg. He didn't need to see the welding-torch-like arm as it heated the metal so hot that it fused to the bone.

"Ryū…"

He would rather take on a thousand Roidmudes at once instead of suffering another second of this torment, but he was powerless, unable to have any say. His fate laid entirely in the uncaring hands of the sadistic machines using him as a lab rat.

"Ryū!"

This must be what Hell felt like. Maybe he'd already died and gone there. Maybe there would be no end to this torture, maybe it would go on for eternity.

"RYŪ!"

Eyes shot open, and a fist swung at the shadowy figure standing over him. He scrambled to his feet, hitting his head on something but ignoring it, reaching and grasping for a weapon until his left hand found something he could pick up and use to defend himself.

Then the lights flicked on. His heart going a mile a minute, it took Ryū a couple seconds to recognise his father, sitting between the couch and the coffee table and holding a hand to his bleeding mouth, and Ryō, standing at the entrance to the living room, frozen with his hand still on the light switch. Ryū didn't understand what was going on. He'd just been in the Roidmudes' lab; how had he gotten home? Had he finally been driven mad from the pain?

"Ryū," his father gasped, getting to his feet, "Ryū, calm down. You were having a nightmare, remember? It's okay. You can put the lamp down."

The lamp? Glancing down, he saw that he was indeed defensively clutching the lamp that normally sat on the end table next to the couch.

"But…" he whispered, still disoriented, "How… Where…" The lamp dropped from his hands and landed on the carpeted floor and he reached up to clutch his head. His entire body was shaking, he couldn't breathe, his vision started greying out, and his knees buckled.

"Ryū!" Strong arms encircled him, holding him up; he probably could have broken free but his mind was in too much chaos to properly fight back. He didn't understand what was going on at all. "Hey, easy, it's okay. You're safe. Wherever you were dreaming of, you're not there. It wasn't real."

Not real? How could it not be real? He remembered everything, all the pain, all the terror.

"Take deep breaths, and try to calm down. In and out, okay?"

He obeyed the voice, not knowing what else to do, trying to slow his breathing down from the hyperventilating rate it had been going at. As he slowly succeeded, other memories started coming back. Right, that Hell had happened over a year ago. He'd finally been saved from the Roidmudes' brainwashing and had returned home. Then he remembered his little brother's blowup and how it'd led to him sleeping on the couch instead of in his own bed.

His father practically carried him back to the couch and sat down with him, still not letting go.

"What happened?" Ryū finally heard himself asking. He was too busy looking at the horrified expression on Ryō's face as he stared at the scene before him.

"You were screaming in your sleep," his father answered softly, "I tried to wake you up, and you took a swing at me." Sure enough, when he pulled his gaze away from his brother and looked up at his father, he was horrified to see that the man's lip was, in fact, bloody and a bruise was already beginning to form.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I know, I know, it was just a reflex. It's okay."

"What the hell was that?" Ryō finally asked, "What the hell were you dreaming about that had you screaming and nearly punching out your own father?!"

"Ryō!" Kyō snapped. The younger Toshita brother had refused to hear any explanation as to why his brother had been gone for so long.

"I remember it," Ryū whispered, getting his father's attention back on him, "I remember it all."

He felt his father sucking his breath in. "All of what?" His initial reaction, though, suggested that he'd already figured it out.

"Lab rats don't need anaesthesia. I'd pass out once or twice, but other than that, I was awake for all of it."

"My God…" Kyō held him even tighter, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

"All what?" Ryō demanded impatiently.

Ryū, his nerves already frayed, was losing his patience as well. "I was held by those robots you've seen on the news and tortured and turned into a cyborg," he summarised bluntly, watching the colour drain out of Ryō's face, "They stole my memories and made me fight for them, and I only just remembered what my own name was today! So I'm sorry I left you alone, but it's not like I was off having fun without you!" Ryō sat down heavily on the floor, while Ryū closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing steady. His head hurt and he was still shaking from the remembered pain.

"Ryū, you're bleeding." Kyō said, gently prodding at his son's hairline. Ryū reached up as well, and felt something wet and sticky. His fingertips came away red. He vaguely remembered hitting his head when he woke up. "Ryō, get the First Aid kit." Ryō shakily got to his feet and went to the kitchen. When he returned, Kyō was still searching for the wound.

"It's probably closed up by now," Ryū told him, "They put in some kind of nanites that help me heal. My arm was cut open to the bone and I don't even have a scar."

"Cool," Ryō whispered, ducking his head when he realised he'd spoken aloud, "Sorry. Really, I…" An awkward silence fell over the living room as Kyō settled for just cleaning the blood away. The spot was still sore, though. His wounds might have closed up fast, but the pain didn't magically go away along with the injury.

Saturday, May 16th, 2015

By the time they were done, the sun was starting to peek above the horizon. Their father announced that he had to go to work, and reminded Ryō that he needed to get ready for school. Neither wanted to leave Ryū alone, not after the nightmare, but he assured them that he was fine, that he was to actually meet up with Tomari and the rest of the Special Crimes Unit to discuss a plan of action. After all, though he didn't voice this out loud, they'd just discovered that the freaking Minister of Defense was a Roidmude – their leader, for crying out loud!

Before they left, Ryō surprised his brother and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. You didn't deserve any of it."

"Yes I did," Ryū admitted, "I still left you. Maybe it wouldn't have been as long if… everything… hadn't happened, but that doesn't change that I left and didn't even call you for five months." He sighed. "I wanted to shut our father out, but I never should have done the same to you."

Ryō sighed as well. "Yeah, you shouldn't have, but I'm pretty sure I don't know more than half of what you've been through in the past year, and what I do know about sounds like you've paid more than enough. Like, at least ten times more."

"You've got to let me make it up to you somehow."

"Well… there is one thing… Is that badass bike down in the parking lot yours? The one with black and purple flames?"

"Yeah. How'd you guess?"

"Didn't recognise it, nobody's moved in recently, and none of the other tenants are motorcycle people, so I figured the owner was a guest or something."

"…What does my bike have to do with anything?"

"Will you teach me how to ride it?"

Ryū pulled away. "It took you two full years to learn how to ride a regular bike without falling over or crashing into something," he deadpanned, "And you want me to trust you with a motorcycle? Do you secretly want our father to kill me?"

"Oyaji won't kill you. You're just afraid I'll chip the paint or something."

"That's a legitimate concern. So is you driving into a lamp post or something at high speed."

"Can you at least drop me off at school?"

Ryū sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Just this once."

Ryō hugged him again. "I missed you, Aniki."

THE END

That's all for now. I won't be writing anything new for Unmade until I finish some other fics and until Drive is finished.