The anomaly in the Kamen Rider Universe

Aaron stood frozen, his gaze locked on the creature made of shadow. The darkness writhed and twisted like a living nightmare, its form shifting and pulsing with malevolent energy. Every instinct in Aaron's body screamed at him to move, to fight, to do something—anything—but he couldn't. Fear gripped him, tighter than any enemy ever had, paralyzing him where he stood.

The shadow beast lunged at him with terrifying speed, slamming into him with the force of a freight train. Aaron's body was sent crashing into the concrete with a sickening thud, a grunt of pain escaping his lips. But still, he didn't react. He couldn't. His entire being seemed to be consumed by the fear that had taken hold, leaving him powerless.

The creature didn't relent. It lifted Aaron's limp body and hurled him through the air, sending him crashing into a nearby building. 

The impact shattered the walls, debris raining down around him. Before he could even register the pain, the beast was on him again, slamming him through another building, and then another. 

Each impact left Aaron more battered, more broken, but still, he couldn't move. The fear was too strong.

As he lay on the crumbled remains of the last building, the shadow creature loomed over him, its form darkening the sky. It began to pummel him relentlessly, its blows heavy and merciless. Aaron's body jerked with each strike, the pain overwhelming, but he couldn't bring himself to fight back. He was trapped, a prisoner within his own mind.

Nearby, Sakura was locked in battle with Akaishi, their clash fierce and unyielding. But as she fought, her eyes kept drifting to Aaron, watching him take hit after hit without so much as lifting a finger to defend himself. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

She couldn't understand it. Aaron was no stranger to violence; he'd always been quick to fight back, often with a sadistic grin on his face. But now... he was just lying there, taking the punishment without even a flicker of resistance. It didn't make sense.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Aaron?" she muttered under her breath, barely dodging Akaishi's attack as she continued to watch in stunned disbelief. This wasn't the Aaron she knew. Something was different this time. Something had changed.

Akaishi smirked, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched Aaron being relentlessly pummeled by the shadow creature. "You see, Sakura," he began, his tone almost taunting, "right now, This pest is facing his worst nightmare. Even the mightiest fall when confronted with their deepest fears."

He reveled in the sight, taking pleasure in Aaron's suffering. "Lord Gifu has bestowed upon me a power beyond imagination," Akaishi continued, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "The power to turn anything I think about into reality. A power so absolute, it makes even the strongest tremble."

Sakura's mind raced as she listened to his words. On the surface, it sounded like an unbeatable ability, a power that could easily tip the scales of any battle. But her thoughts quickly shifted to something Aaron had once taught her: every power, no matter how broken it seemed, had a counter.

If Akaishi truly possessed the ability to manifest his thoughts into reality, he could have simply imagined their defeat and ended the fight in an instant. Yet, that wasn't happening. He was barely utilizing that ability, which meant there was a flaw. A weakness. If he stopped thinking about what he had brought into existence, it would likely vanish.

Her eyes flicked back to Aaron. He looked so battered and bloodied, his body barely holding together under the relentless assault. The creature's fists came down on him again and again with enough force to shatter a normal human's bones. His once defiant spirit seemed crushed, leaving him weak and defenseless.

A surge of emotion welled up within her. She didn't understand why, but seeing Aaron like this—so vulnerable, so broken—it hurt. It pained her deeply, more than she ever thought possible. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't keep watching him suffer like this.

Her heart ached with an intensity that startled her, a raw, unfamiliar sensation she couldn't quite name. All she knew was that she couldn't let this continue. Not for another second.

As Sakura clutched her heart, confusion and frustration gnawed at her. Why did it hurt so much to see him like this? Why did his suffering provoke such an intense reaction within her? She didn't like the feeling at all. It wasn't jealousy, but something deeper, something she couldn't quite name.

Was it worry? No, that couldn't be it. There was no way she could be worried about Aaron—a man as despicable as him, someone who had toyed with her family's life so many times, all for his twisted amusement.

 Yet, even as she repeated these thoughts to herself, deep down, she knew she was wrong. It was as if some unknown force was compelling her to find reasons to hate him, to criticize him—anything to prevent her from catching feelings for him.

As these conflicting emotions swirled through her mind, a sudden chill swept across the battlefield. The temperature dropped to zero, and in an instant, the monstrous shadow that had been pummeling Aaron was utterly destroyed, reduced to nothing but a thousand shards of ice scattered across the ground.

Miyuki stood over Aaron's crumpled form, her cold blue eyes narrowing as she observed him. His body was battered, and bloodied, yet his wounds seemed to be healing at an accelerated rate. But mentally, it was clear he was shattered. His eyes, usually a vibrant gold, flickered between that and a deep, ominous shade of red.

She knelt beside him, her expression unreadable as she assessed his condition. "What a pitiful sight," she murmured, her voice as cold as the ice around them. "For someone like you to be reduced to this..."

Lowering herself further, Miyuki reached out to check his wounds. The physical damage was there, but his rapid healing was already taking care of that. What concerned her more was the state of his mind. His usual bravado, that irritating confidence, was nowhere to be found. Instead, his body shook uncontrollably, a sign of the deep fear that gripped him.

With a sigh, Miyuki decided to make an exception. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Yami emerging, so she pulled him close, feeling the tremors that wracked his body. His shaking lessened slightly as she held him, and she hesitated for only a moment before leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Just this once," she whispered, her lips barely brushing his skin. "You're allowed to be weak."

The kiss seemed to calm him, the tension in his body easing as his breathing steadied. Miyuki continued to hold him, her cold gaze softening ever so slightly.

Meanwhile, Sakura stood frozen, her mind racing with thoughts she didn't want to acknowledge. What was this feeling in her chest? She might not have noticed, but the stamp on her hand was glowing faintly. Was she jealous? Just a little? No, it couldn't be jealousy. She was simply worried about him. She certainly didn't mind seeing another woman kiss him—no, not at all.

Yet, as these thoughts crossed her mind, Sakura clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood.

As Sakura's emotions surged, the dormant cells of Gifu within her veins began to stir, responding to the overwhelming negativity coursing through her. Her anger, frustration, and confusion were akin to the control Gifu himself exerted over his followers. In an instant, those cells were supercharged, pushing her beyond her previous limits.

Akaishi's eyes widened in disbelief as he sensed the sudden, immense power radiating from her. How could this be possible?

Sakura's body began to radiate a faint, ominous aura. Her martial prowess, already formidable, seemed to amplify. Her movements became sharper, more precise, and infused with an almost unnatural strength. The ground beneath her feet cracked with each step, and the air around her seemed to hum with energy.

This new power was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was as if her martial arts had been enhanced by a primal, almost feral instinct. Her strikes would now carry an explosive force, capable of shattering bones and tearing through defenses with ease. Additionally, she could channel her negative emotions into raw energy, creating shockwaves with her movements that could destabilize her opponents and disrupt their attacks.

This power, born from her deep emotions, was a dangerous gift

A/N...trust she is definitely not jealous.