Super hero time!

Shuujin: Kamen rider Ghost! Find the power from within!

Satoshi: Hey thief, looks like your cover's potential-ly blown!

Shuujin: a man who fights with wine... interesting.

Satoshi: You fight with masks; not exactly normal either!

S + S: Break the chains! Eyes open!

'Souls are infinite in all aspects.' That was what Satoshi had been told by his grandfather and the simple statement had stuck with him for the entirety of his life. Despite the natural belief, it wasn't some sort of religious claim or random thought that had passed through the man's head, but an ideal. An ideal that meant there was the possibility of infinity within a soul. Infinite evolution, infinite lifespan, infinite potential and an infinite legacy. It was the reason why people feel like their life flashes before them at death's door; the soul is trying to absorb all the memories before leaving the physical vessel behind.

"You don't know how glad it makes your old man feel, knowing that you've been willing to follow through with your dreams despite the stigma and confusion Saturn. I'm just sorry that I wasn't there to stop you ending up like this…" Grandfather told Satoshi

"No, I can't blame you for this." Satoshi rebutted with a weak chuckle, pulling at the blue bang that dangled lifelessly in front of him. "I guess I dug a little too deep and ended up digging myself a grave."

"Now, I don't want you to talk like that, do you understand me?! Things were entirely out of control and you had no way of knowing what was going to happen. That is why you haven't gone to where I went to." Grandfather said, a light scolding tone to his echoing voice."You have a power within you unlike anything else. With the true capabilities that you know hold, it could even potentially change humanity forever. Your journey will not be a light one, but where you go, you will bring clarity and hope to all."

"Wait a minute, you're not making any sense!" Satoshi protested, the newly dead boy aimlessly trying to find where his departed grandfather's voice had originated from. "Explain! I need an explanation!"

"You'll know what I mean. Do not fret; new friends and old allies will come to aid you throughout your adventure. Just know that I will never leave your side, no matter where you go and how far."By the end of his speech, the words were growing ever fainter, Satoshi desperately clawing at white space.

"No! You can't leave yet! Explain! Don't go! JIJI!" with a final burst of energy, he zoomed forward, only to see the infinite darkness of unconsciousness while the world faded around him. Amidst all the confusion and sadness, the single glow of the eyecon went woefully unnoticed.

Awakening in an unknown location with strange, distorted voices calling out rapid questions and curt answers, Satoshi was left a little lost at how to act. Did he pretend to awaken slowly? Did he act like he was fully healed like he was? There must have been some random doctor that was observant enough as they quietly approached and began to converse in hushed tones.

"So, are you feeling any disjointed? Want some water? A bite to eat?" the man asked. Unable to speak with nervousness, Satoshi simply made a tipping motion, the doctor understanding with a small plastic up being brought out by his call.

"Where am I?" Satoshi croaked out, trying to act at last a small bit disjointed like one would expect after having been near murdered with a direct slash to the chest.

"Well, from the time you were brought in, it's been around 2 weeks. It was far from your expected recovery time; people don't tend to heal from those things in months, if at all." Came the reply, causing the hospitalized boy to nearly choke on his drink. He had been contemplating times within the years, not in the same one and most definitely not less than a single month! The man had the board in his hand, scrutinizing each aspect to see whether he had made any mistakes, yet the sheet perfectly aligned with all the details he could remember.

"I'm sorry but I must be blunt at this." The doctor sighed after removing all other personnel from the room. "You should be dead by now. Or at least with a giant blade gash in your chest. There is no reason, medically, logically or even religiously as for why you have been suddenly healed of all previous ailments in the time that people can need to get other the common cold. It's absolutely against all rational thought and yet here you are."

"Well, I've never been one of those people who follow the term 'normal' very hard." Satoshi admitted awkwardly. "I have some rather strange hobbies, though that probably isn't the answer to all of your medical enquiries, I'm sure." The man jumped gently, an idea suddenly popping into his head before he rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a black and white item alongside a purple identical one before placing it on the oak bedside table.

"You had these on your person when your body was brought in. They certainly look interesting, though you could perhaps work on giving them other titles." The doctor commented before leaving, the closing door being the last sound before the room was plunged into strangling silence. Taking the two round objects into his hand, he was left confused at what he held.

"This is certainly not what I had expected." He thought aloud, gaze firmly stuck on the, eyecons. "Interesting."The one he grasped in his left resembled an eyeball far more than the blank template he had before on him, the back done in a gleaming black with a mechanical theme while the blue iris glittered in the small amount of light that filtered through the window. The sclera was a brilliant white yet its counterpart in his right fist was a strange violet, the back still being black and the iris yellow instead. Almost hesitantly, he pressed the button on the left side of the two, the irises rotating to show a blue background with G on the first while the other had R 9.5 on it. Against his will however, the purple eyecon shone with an unnatural glow, sucking the boy in before his friends had a chance to burst in at his startled yelp.

"Satoshi, how are you!?" Akiko greeted, walking calmly through the door, but when all that remained was empty sheets, she was naturally frightened.

"Oi, Akiko, what's holding you up? Are we not allowed in or something?" Michael questioned, his view into the room obscured by his teammate's body. Her silence was answer enough though.

Wherever Satoshi had planned to end up before disappearing once more, (well preferably, he wouldn't end up disappearing at all) he had never expected to end up in a vineyard. To be honest, it wasn't a bad place to be, the slightly setting sun basking the whole area in a warm light while ripening grapes provided a lovely picturesque image. Sat upon one nearby hill, two perfectly poured glasses upon a picnic table, Goro Sake, the man he had helped before, was sat. At the slight crunching of dirt beneath trainers, the wine maker sat straighter, beckoning his new arrival with a welcoming smile.

"Please, come, I've got a wonderful sample to taste for you." He gently ordered, Satoshi taking the glass offered with slight trepidation. " I suppose you're wondering what you're doing here aren't you?"

"Well it would certainly be nice to know Mr. Sake." Satoshi replied, naturally reverting to the overly formal and somewhat pompous voice he had used when playing the role of wine taster. The white suited man gave a loud laugh, waving his glass to the younger drinker.

"Please, don't feel as if you have to put on a show for me. Once I… made it to the next level, I learnt about the whole deception. I must thank you for setting a mind at ease."

"It was nothing M- Goro. I'll do anything if it means that another soul is able to continue their cycle and enjoy what the world throws at them." Satoshi said with all honesty. In response, the man took a draw of his wine, a moment taken to admire the mellow taste, before standing up and bringing Satoshi with him to another part of the vineyard, abandoned and clear of all but the earth beneath."Um, what are you doing?" Satoshi asked with a slight bit of concern. Goro only gave a smile before pulling out a strange device, placing it upon his waist where a belt formed.

"I apologize, but this part of me is one I don't openly display." The elder man apologized before continuing. "To return, I took on a task given to me by your dear grandfather, the great man he was. I will be teaching you how to control your powers and shall follow you wherever you go on your journey." With a sharp click of his fingers, another belt formed around Satoshi's waist, though of a far more different design.

The belt itself was done in an orange while the main buckle seemed draped in an ethereal blanket, a lone eye in the center giving the impression that it was always staring at you. Though not as visible, there was a set of vicious teeth behind the innocent cover while a large orange handle also jutted out from the side. The front seemed to fall open, a slot just the right size for one of the eyecons to fit in, while the eyecon he had left with him began to float in front, a small slot on the top burning with flames until an orange face with black for eyes appeared along with the title 'Ghost.'

"I want you to put the eyecon into the Ghost Driver, then close the front up and pull the handle out and back in." Goro ordered, reaching behind himself to pull out a bottle, the liquid within flowing freely from left to right. "That will allow you to become a ghost. You will become Kamen Rider Ghost."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Satoshi exclaimed. "What do you mean by ghost?! Am I not alive?!"

"I suppose not and yet you may." The man stated vaguely. "You have been granted a chance to return. Hold the 15 luminary eyecons as your own and then you shall be granted a single wish, which you may use to return to life. Be warned, you must do this in 99 days or your soul shall fade from existence, no matter what." The jovial atmosphere formed by two people bonding over drinks instantly plummeted into a serious showdown, neither giving in.

"Do you honestly think I can do something like that? I didn't even get these two by my own account; one was given to me and the other was… it came out of nowhere really." Satoshi countered, eliciting a shake of the head from Goro.

"Look closely on what the eyecon says." At the man's urging, the eyecon flew out of its own accord, proudly displaying the name 'G' on the label."You were willing to believe that there was a soul suffering out there where others would believe it to be rumor. You helped an old man achieve his dream. That is what gives you strength is it not? Knowing that you are helping people even though there is little reward for you at the end of the shift? Please, do what I ask."

With a loud sigh at the truth spoken by Goro, Satoshi slipped the eyecon into the slot provided by the belt buckle, closing the front.

AYE!

BATCHIRIMINA! BATCHIRIMINA!

"What's with the weird voice?" Satoshi wondered aloud.

"Just pull the lever in and out!" Goro ordered

"Oh, right!" Satoshi responded as he pulled the lever in and then out.

KAIGAN! ORE!

LET'S GO! KAKUGO! G-G-G-GHOST!

Giving the lever a hard pull and pushing it back in, the front eye blinked once to show that the iris had a copy of the label, showing a round pure orange face with two black spaces as eyes. A series of orange neon lines seemed to surround his body as a coat, black with orange lining, flew out of the drivers, eye, no explanation as to how it could move as such. The coat turned to face the boy, two burning flames to represent eyes before it floated down, enveloping the boy when black armor suddenly formed upon him. Using black armored gloves to pull down the hood, the helmet created bore no face until the orange bled onto the face, replicating the image within the eyecon as a large glowing horn came out upon the forehead.

"Hey, what is this?" Satoshi asked in shock, taking in his new appearance. Goro meanwhile was going through a change of his own, bringing his right hand forward, tracing a circle before him, the arm rocket to the left and with an intense cry of,

"Henshin!" He used the left hand to insert the bottle into his own belt, the two wings turning on their hinges to the right when the bottle connected with the end.

TASTE OF! WINE!

"My vintage is luxurious, so Satoshi! Allow me to give you a taste!" the man declared, placing his left hand on the top wing before pulling it back to the left like a bottle opener.

FLOW! G!

Like with Satoshi, a line flowed over his body, the alcohol forming a G on his chest that glowed before covering him with a splash. A silver breast plate bore the symbol proudly while the rest of his body was clad in a black suit. G's surrounded yellow eyes on a silver helmet while the leg of the G on his chest made a crimson line run down his left leg. Brandishing a large sommelier knife like a sword, he pointed the weapon at Satoshi before boldly stating,"I have the honor of teaching you what it means to be a Kamen Rider. Before you leave my realm, you will have honor, virtue and the endurance to survive many battles and you will be a man worthy of the title Kamen Rider!" without any time to digest the fact, Satoshi was suddenly besieged by a barrage of slashes, the strange looking weapon being no less dangerous than any other blade.

"Hey, why do you get a sword and I don't!?" Ghost complained until his wishes were answered by his belt, the buckle forming a sword within his grasp.

GAN-GUN SABRE!

Latching onto the orange handle, steel met steel as they fought against the other rider. Naturally, his higher level of experience and sheer strength resulted in G being the victor, throwing Satoshi away with another strike to the ghost's weapon splitting the main piece in half."That is just not fair at all." Satoshi muttered, hastily piecing his weapon back together, yet when the sword suddenly bent, he looked down in horror to find that he had slotted the back facing half upside down, resulting in the point facing towards himself. "Damn it!"

"Do not let appearances and previous beliefs stop you! There should be naught that can force you out of your path!" Goro bellowed, charging towards his younger counterpart. As a pure reflex, his hand tightened around the grip and a single finger accidently slipped onto a section that gave way, resulting in several blasts hitting Goro within the chest.

"Huh, gun eh?" Satoshi mused, hefting his weapon about before shooting another hail of bullets into Goro's vulnerable body, though the rider could deflect some of the incoming projectiles. "Let me see you dance grandpa!"

"Do not become cocky in your fighting style, lest your predictability becomes a glaring weakness for your enemies to exploit!" G rebutted, dashing around the shots and nailing Ghost in the head, sparks flying from the dead boy's helmet. G would have been able to get in several more attacks if the boy hadn't been able to become intangible through sheer luck at the last minute through no action of his own.

"What the? I can become attack proof?" Satoshi muttered, before childishly blowing a raspberry at his opponent. "How are you going to get me know gramps!?"

The sudden high pressure burst of wine was an answer. "If you cannot replicate an ability, it becomes useless." Goro warned. "I have been able to train for years, the help of cybernetics enhancing my physical capabilities beyond all human reaches. If you cannot surpass your limits, then you will not be a Kamen rider." He could dodge the incoming sword thrust courtesy of Satoshi by mere seconds, a feat that the man smiled at under the helmet.

"Well then, let's see what this body can do! If you want a show, let me give you a few tricks!" Kicking off the earth, the young rider flew of the ground, seamlessly flying as if he had been born to do so. With the additional maneuverability, he could attack his enemy mercilessly, raining blows down on the man. Before he was classed as repetitive, he switched the blade around, the sword entering gun mode. Expecting a much bigger target to hit, Goro was unprepared for the sudden barrage of bullets that were sent his way, causing the man to fall to the ground.

"Right, what happens if I pull the lever again?" Satoshi questioned from his place in the sky, pulling the lever out and back in like he had done so before.

DAI KAIGAN! ORE!

OMEGA DRIVE!

Power began to flow through him, strength like he had never held or witnessed before. It came off him in ghostly wisps, the boy waiting a moment before taking to the sky. With an almighty roar, his foot caught alight, the rider sent hurtling towards Goro with blazing foot forward, a large explosion ruining the piece that the vineyard had. Taking the fallen Rider's hand, he pulled Goro up to full height, the two considering each other's eye like they had begun. "I feel now, you are almost ready." Goro answered. "You are almost ready to be a Kamen Rider."