The anomaly in the Kamen Rider Universe

The man whose body Akaishi had stolen was not just any victim. He was once a proud individual, a father-to-be, with a bright future. But all of that had been violently ripped away. Every time Akaishi took a step forward, the remnants of that man surged up from the depths of his soul, his hatred boiling over like molten lava from a fissure in the earth. It was as though the very essence of the man had become an embodiment of hatred—pure, unyielding, and impossibly deep.

Despite Akaishi erasing 80% of the man's essence, what remained was not weakened. In fact, it had become more concentrated, more intense. Every fiber of his being was now fueled by an almost primal rage, focused solely on one thing: destroying Akaishi, no matter the cost.

In the depths of Akaishi's mind, the man's voice echoed with venom, a constant reminder of his torment.

"I will make you suffer for every breath you take in my body."

The hatred this man felt for Akaishi was not merely a feeling—it was a force, an unrelenting storm that never ceased. The man had been forced to watch, helpless, as Akaishi used his hands to strangle the life out of his pregnant wife. He remembered the moment her eyes filled with terror, the way her lips trembled as she tried to speak his name, his name, as if hoping that somehow he could save her. But he couldn't.

He was a prisoner in his own body, screaming silently as Akaishi forced his hands to twist the knife deeper into her, her blood pooling on the floor beneath them. The man's unborn child, who had not even had the chance to take its first breath, was murdered in cold blood. The weight of that tragedy crushed whatever light had once existed within him.

That was when the hate was born.

It festered in the ruins of his soul like a poison. No matter how many times Akaishi tried to subdue him, erase him, or extinguish his spirit, that bottomless pit of hatred refused to die. The man refused to die. There was no rest for him, no peace, no escape. He had no body, no real form, but what little of him remained clung to Akaishi's mind like a parasite. And in that dark, twisted corner of Akaishi's psyche, the man plotted, seethed, and waited.

He would never let Akaishi forget.

Every time Akaishi closed his eyes, the man would make sure he could not sleep. If he felt even a moment of weakness, a fleeting moment of doubt, the man would claw his way back up, feeding off of it, forcing Akaishi to acknowledge his presence. There was no silence in Akaishi's head anymore—only the constant hum of that hatred.

It was more than just hatred—it was vengeance. And the man would never stop until Akaishi was destroyed. His hatred ran so deep, so fierce, that it transcended death. It anchored his very existence to Akaishi like an iron chain, and it was unbreakable.

"You used my hands to kill my family. My wife... my child..." The man's voice would hiss in Akaishi's ear during quiet moments. "I will make you suffer for eternity. I will never let you forget what you've done."

Every step Akaishi took was a struggle, as if the very ground resisted him, held back by the weight of the man's unrelenting fury. It wasn't just hatred anymore—it was a sheer willpower that transcended Akaishi's control, a force greater than any magic or curse. It was the unbreakable spirit of a man who had nothing left to lose, a man who had made it his sole purpose to exact vengeance from beyond the grave.

No matter how much Akaishi tried to suppress it, he could feel it gnawing at him. The man's hatred had become a part of him, festering like a wound that would never heal. His body was no longer his own—it was a prison where the man's essence lurked, waiting for the moment to strike, to take control, to tear him apart from the inside out.

And every day, Akaishi could feel that hatred growing stronger.

There was no redemption for him, no mercy, no forgiveness. The man didn't want forgiveness. All he wanted was to see Akaishi suffer, to feel the same agony that had been burned into his soul when he had watched his family die by his own hands.

He would wait for an eternity if he had to. But in the end, the man knew that one day—whether it was tomorrow, next year, or centuries from now—he would get his revenge. And on that day, he would smile, as Akaishi finally understood what it meant to be consumed by hatred.

In the meantime

Aaron stood in the center of the room, looking at the three members of the Igarashi family gathered before him—Ikki, Daiji, and Sakura. They exchanged confused glances, unsure of what Aaron had called them there for. His usual carefree smirk crept across his face as he leaned against the table.

"As you may or may not know," he began casually, "Gifu wants a fight with me. And I plan on giving him that fight... however—"

Before he could finish, Ikki, the eldest brother, cut him off, his voice filled with concern. "Aaron, that's a death sentence. You're seriously going to fight him alone?"

Aaron didn't flinch. His expression remained calm, unbothered by the worry in Ikki's voice.

Sakura, her arms crossed, stepped forward. Her usual fiery resolve was tempered with unease. "You could die, Aaron. You know that, right?"

Aaron glanced at her, giving her a slight shrug. "It's not my first time gambling with my life."

Daiji, ever the voice of reason, looked at Aaron with determination. "We're not going to let you fight him alone, Aaron. We've faced plenty of battles together. We'll help you." His words were firm, mirrored by Ikki, who nodded in agreement.

Aaron's lips curled into a genuine smile. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I can't risk your lives for my mission. You all have your futures ahead of you. Your lives don't need to end because of mine."

Before they could protest further, Aaron raised a hand and tapped his cheek. In an instant, a sleek gas mask materialized over his face, covering his features. His eyes glinted behind the mask as he spoke, his voice slightly muffled. "Sorry about this."

Before the Igarashi siblings could react, the room was suddenly flooded with a thick, translucent sleeping gas. Their faces showed a mix of shock and betrayal, but the gas was swift, and within moments, they collapsed one by one, succumbing to the deep, dreamless sleep. Aaron watched them fall, his face stoic.

He moved quickly, making sure the gas cleared through the vents, leaving the room breathable again. Just as the last traces of gas dissipated, George stepped into the room, arms crossed as he looked at the unconscious family on the floor.

"That's a bit drastic, don't you think?" George remarked, an eyebrow raised, though his tone wasn't accusing.

Aaron sighed, removing the mask and shaking his head slightly. "They've got their whole lives ahead of them. I refuse to be the reason they die. It's my fight, not theirs."

George gave him a lopsided smile. "A heart of gold under all that sarcasm, huh?"

Aaron shrugged, tossing George a small key. "Think whatever you want, Curious George." His voice was casual, but there was an underlying finality in his words.

As he passed by the door, Genta stood there, the father of the family, silent but clearly worried. The look on his face was filled with unease, as if he could sense the gravity of the situation without needing an explanation. Aaron stopped for a moment and bowed politely, showing a rare moment of respect.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," Aaron said, his tone sincere, though his words carried a weight that didn't go unnoticed.

Genta's expression shifted, his gut telling him that those were the last words he might hear from Aaron. "Don't be too reckless," Genta said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aaron turned back and flashed a brief, mischievous grin. "No promises," he said before walking away, his footsteps fading down the hallway, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Pov change.

As the scene shifted from the quiet room where the Igarashi family lay asleep, the door creaked open, revealing Rui standing just outside. She held out Aaron's visor and ID core with both hands, her usual serious expression softened by the determination in her eyes.

"Big brother..." she started, her voice unwavering despite the tension in the air. "Win."

Aaron couldn't help but smile, a rare softness appearing in his gaze. He reached out, taking the visor and ID core from her hands, and patted her head gently, messing up her hair just a little. "I will," he said with his trademark grin, the weight of the upcoming battle hidden behind his nonchalant demeanor.

The scene cut sharply to a vibrant cityscape—towering buildings, neon lights, and the hum of urban life below. The sky, however, was unnervingly still. Aaron sat casually at an outdoor café, sipping on his drink. His fingers toyed with the cold can of Doctor Pepper as his eyes scanned the sky above.

Then he saw it.

High above, Gifu hovered ominously, his dark energy swirling around him like a storm about to unleash chaos. Aaron finished his drink with a long gulp and set the can down on the table with a soft clink, his eyes locking onto Gifu with an amused glint.

"Took you long enough," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up, stretching as if he'd just been relaxing all day.

Gifu merely grinned in response, the same malevolent smile Aaron had grown used to—one that promised destruction.

Aaron glanced at the tool in his hand, the visor and ID core that Rui had given him. He chuckled to himself, thinking how Suel, of all people, might actually come in handy for once. Holding the visor up, he placed it around his waist, feeling it lock into place as the device activated.

He took a deep breath, the air suddenly thick with tension. His fingers hovered over the visor's center as he spoke one word, calm but filled with resolve.

"Henshin."

The transformation began instantly, his body engulfed in brilliant energy. Mechanical plates shifted into place as his armor materialized, each piece fitting together like the creation of a finely tuned machine. The announcement voice echoed in the air as his transformation continued.

"Install. Innovation and Control. Gazer."

The transformation accelerated, lines of shimmering light racing across his armor, fusing with his very being. The second announcement voice followed almost immediately, booming through the air with a commanding tone.

"Generate. Creation and Master of All. Regad Omega."

Aaron's transformation completed, revealing him fully suited up as Regad Omega, his armor gleaming with power and authority. The helmet's visor glinted under the city's neon lights, and the faint hum of the suit echoed with restrained energy, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the raw strength coursing through him, the suit enhancing his already formidable abilities. His gaze remained locked on Gifu, who watched with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

'so this how Suel felt huh!' Aaron thought to himself as he noticed all the mechanical things he had access to, it was like comparing an nokia to Xiaomi 12S Ultra.

He wonder if Suel could beat Gifu....one look at the monstrosity in the sky and he had his answer.

He took in a deep breath, it was now or never.

"Is this all you have for me" Gifu said in an almost mocking voice.

"I have found your weakness"

"Enlighten me then...what would that be!" Gifu had an almost giddy look on his face as he asked the question.

Aaron suit once again start changing as he placed something near it.

His sui now started to ressemble a bull.

"Zombie! Hit! Fever Zombie!"

"Can you handle my bull....Coochi sama"