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It’s Glotta’s idea, but she isn’t there while it’s done.
(Sachika remembers very little but the pain, cut open and apart until some strange tech is inside of her body.)
It’s not a Granute organ, nothing so useful. Too good for a human, Glotta had decided. She won’t be weak willed like her father. The girl is her pet , her minion with a human face, and if her brother does his job right, a form like the wayward run and the strange human fighter.
As much as she enjoys a good fight, this is more fun.
Sachika can’t move. She can’t scream. Her body moves without her will, and a whimper escapes. The woman from before examines her, a hand on her chin.
“You really are cute,” she says. “For a human. I’ll enjoy keeping you around, pet.”
She kisses her.
Sachika cries, and the woman wipes her tears with a grin.
Fighting is agony. The first few times, at least. The minion fused to her body is stronger than her, but she realizes it moves in ways she knows. Pudding is just an aesthetic - a mockery of Shouma’s cute Gochizo in the monster piloting her body. She’s bouncy. She’s soft. She’s nonetheless dangerous , and Hanto and Shouma won’t fight her .
“Sachika!” Shouma exclaims, like she hasn’t shoved his Gavv far too deep into his body with a kick as the power fades and fails.
“I’ll get you out!” Hanto says. “Whatever it takes, I won’t let them take you away.”
But her body turns, and she runs, and she’s almost grateful.
(By the third fight, she realizes she’s begun struggling to figure out the line where herself ends and Glotta-Sama’s puppet begins.
Then she realizes what she called her master in her own head, and she curls up into a ball and sobs.)
Her boys have been through hell. They’re so much stronger than her for making it out, becoming heroes, Kamen Riders . The world has gotten so used to monsters and heroes they forget how amazing it is, or how horrible. Just another crisis for someone else to fix.
Sachika supposes she was the same. Life went on. She helped people, but she wasn’t… wasn’t a hero . And that was fine! And then Shouma and Hanto were Kamen Riders, and they didn’t want her to know because she’d end up in over her head, and she fought them, and she helped, but to get their place back, she’d been taken by two of Shouma’s own siblings and turned into… this. A monster. Far more of a monster than Shouma.
She’s out on Glotta-Sama’s business, and she sees the two fighting. They’re fighting about her. Please don’t fight about me.
She’s moving before she’s thinking, attacking the, both. Is it her? Is it the minion? Is it both? All she knows is they stop blaming themselves or each other for her being too stupid, too weak, too useless to help them.
And when they’re both knocked down, she leaves them alive.
Glotta is laughing, going after Hanto while Sachika takes Shouma. Shouma grabs onto her.
“Prez, I know you’re amazing,” he says. “Come on, fight it. I got you.”
“I… I can’t…” Sachika says. Her voice sounds distorted. She realizes it’s the first thing she’s said and known it was hers since this started.
“You can!” Hanto says. “We got you!”
Sachika shakes, and keeps fighting, and fighting inside as well.
When she’s winding up for the killing blow, though…
NO!
She breaks free.
And then she crumples to the ground.
Waking up is hard, but she’s in the bed she made Shouma, in HapiPare. She sits up too fast, and realizes how used to fighting her own body she’s become. She curls into the ball she’s tended to end up in when left alone. She’s shaking.
No one is there, they must be busy.
But… she’s free.
Right?