Summary: Why does Ryu like motorcycles? Hmm...
Another lazy afternoon at the Narumi Detective Agency. Philip and Shoutarou were in the hanger researching the different types of beetles. Or rather, Philip was. Shoutarou was merely there to get away from Akiko for a moment.
This left Akiko and Ryu in the main office. Together. This can't end well.
“Hey, Ryu-kun?” Akiko asked as she fiddled with the Fuuto-kun keychain on Shoutarou's desk.
Ryu looked up from reading Shoutarou's past reports. “What?”
“Why do you like motorcycles so much?”
“Don't ask me questions.” He took a sip from his cup of coffee (which he brewed himself) and resumed his reading.
“Come on, you can tell me! I won't tell anyone else!” Akiko pleaded.
“... So? Aren't you going to tell me?”
Now Akiko was tugging on the sleeve of his favourite red jacket. He tried to shrug her hand off, but to no avail.
“Stop it,” he snapped in annoyance.
“Aw, come on, Ryu-kun!”
“I'm not authorised to reveal that information to the general public.”
The self-proclaimed Kamen Rider-in-training groaned as his head throbbed, more so from the annoying headache than from the Chief's slipper slap. Still, stars were spinning around his head from the impact of the green slipper.
“If I told you, I'll have to kill you,” he growled. He needed aspirin.
“That line's so overused! Come on, spill it already!”
Ryu sighed. Once the girl set her mind on a task, she wouldn't quit until she got what she wanted. Perhaps she'd stop shaking him if he simply relented.
He scanned the room for any listening or recording devices. There didn't seem to be anything of that sort, so he proceeded.
“I just like motorcycles. They're much better as personal transport than cars. Satisfied?”
Akiko crossed her arms and fixed Ryu a bored look. Nope. Not satisfied.
“Then why do you turn into a motorcycle? Don't you already have that Ducati whatever bike?”
“That's not made to withstand the kind of treatment Hidari's HardBoilder was designed to.”
“Then why don't you just get another bike?”
“Stop asking me questions! Shroud made the Accel system!”
“... You requested a motorbike motif for your system, didn't you? It's in your favourite colour too!”
Ryu slammed his cup of coffee in frustration. He really needed that aspirin now.
“Go ask Shroud yourself.” With that, he left the office.
Akiko stood in the middle of the office, stunned. As if on cue, Shoutarou emerged from the hanger, yawning.
“Oh, Akiko. Where's Terui?”
Philip's head popped out from behind the door.
“Aki-chan, did you get into an argument with Terui Ryu?”
Akiko turned her head to face the researcher.
“Philip-kun! Can you contact Shroud? I have a couple of questions for her!”