Chapter 1: Once upon a time there was a prince named Jasper.

A/N Yay, the first official chapter of our Ninja-Twilight story! I actually wanted to call it 'The Zupah Awesome Ninja Story' but... Esther didn't like it D: And then I came up with this title, after the song 'Espionage' by Green Day. That song is really =3 I wanted to thank Esther and Gianna for reading this chapter and telling me that they thought it was awesome. Yay for Jasper!
Oh, and yeah... This story will be about Bella and Edward, like the description says. But it starts with Jazz. And the first two chapters were originally one whole chapter, but it all became a bit long, so we decided to split it in two. I'll upload chapter two tomorrow, or something.

We don't own Twilight.

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Jasper Point of View

"IAAAAAAAAH!"

She jumped out of nowhere, obviously heading for my perfect blond hair. Without bothering to look up from my book, I gripped her wrist and pulled her out of the air. I did not have to see her to know how she would smoothly and elegant make a twist in her now somewhat awkward pointed leap and stand perfectly straight before me. Like a little stray cat.

"Irina, please go away" I mumbled, absorbed in 'Ten ways to make custard tart and more' by Scott Evergreen. "I'm busy."

"But Jasper!" she nagged, disturbing me as always. "Please? Just this time!"

I shot her a look, one that should tell her to leave the Crown-Prince of Good Ninja Empire alone.

It didn't.

"Come on, just this time? You know how I just want to spent some time with Laurent! He is just sooo cute and sweet and-"

"Irina, he's evil. Literally! Why would I go out now, when I've hardly two hours slept since I've been the whole night on duty, just so you can spent some time with the guy from Evil Ninja Empire. You know well how I hate those!"

"But… please?" she pleaded, making a face. "Come on… I'm your sister, right? Just this once! Oh please Jasper! I will never, ever ask you again if you do it now. And it's too late for me to cancel the appointment! If Carlisle had not-"

"Irina, you knew well enough you had to do duty this afternoon" I sighed, closing my book and throwing it at her head. "Carlisle had nothing to do with this, you know that."

I hated it when she made that face. Besides, this was not the first time. And her promising me she would never ever ask again to do her duty… Well, I cannot say that it didn't sound bad. In the unlikely case that she would hold her word to it.

Lazily, I stood up and watched her sourly. "Okay, I'll do it. But after this, I will 'never ever' do it again for you. Do you understand that? This is going to be the very last time I-"

Laughing, she caught my book and tossed it in one of my shelves, ignoring me as always. "Thanks" she grinned, obviously very pleased with herself. "See you bro!" and off she went.

"You're… welcome" I answered to the now empty room, my voice filled with chagrin. I brushed my beautiful locks of hair with one of my hands, exhailing an annoyed sigh. It seemed like there was work to do.

Some very boring, annoying work indeed. Irina would have to thank me. A lot.

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Outside in the Human Realm, it was cold. And wet. And morning. It was a cold and wet morning. I really hated those, especially because my clothes weren't specified for this kind of weather. And also… Forks? Why on earth did I have to make rounds in the most boring wannabe village in the whole of this continent? It was okay for Irina, for she had not been a ninja very long, and she still had to train hard to gain this certain level. But for me, Hokage to be, it was like asking a police officer to guard a pile of garbage, or pleading a fisherman to fish in a fishless pond.

Absolutely pointless.

It had surely not been me, who had started this altruistic and noble act. Saving humans. Pfah. I have to admit that I, without proper education, would have turned out nearly as egocentric as him. It had been my father, Carlisle Whitlock, who had wanted his position and power to be used for the Good. Saving people from fires. Solving fights. Carrying old ladies' cats from the high branches. That kind of stuff. And who was I, his son, next in line for the thrown of Good Ninja Empire, to speak up against him? It was not possible for me to raise my voice, nor did I enquire to. Maybe it would not have been my genuine nature, but I liked this well enough. And I got to meet all kind of people. Plain people and odd people. Friendly people and really brisk people. Evil people. Nice people. Sick people, naughty people, little children and ugly people. And of course there were nice people, people with dazzling smiles and attitudes, and even nicer emotions. And I wanted to get to know the people. I wanted to know how their thinking worked, what they were doing and why. I was interested in people, as long as there were things to do and my boredom enlightened.

Which definitely was not the case in Forks. However, it surely was too late to complain. I was in Forks now, slowly passing by through the main street. I cannot really speak of walking while I'm doing my job, for climbing and jumping from tree to tree is not really specified as that.

I think.

Well, crouching, trying not to be seen by anyone – at half past six in the morning – through the main street took me an hour, especially because I spent time chasing some weird squirrel which had clearly never heard of the word ´hibernation´. There were scarcely people abroad, so how could there be more accidents? Fights? Weird magical stuff? It was just quiet, the quiet Forks always were, and had always been in my eighteen years alive. It was pointless to be here, even pointless to have come here. Stuck with boredom I sat myself on a high branch, a bit shivering from the cold. I watched the cars coming by. Most of them were just plain cars, not really expensive, not really outstanding in whatever way. They failed to get my attention much except for one car – or maybe ´refrigerator´ was a better term for it. It was huge and red and made a lot of noise. Even more, the driver was driving at six miles an hour.

And that was kind of slow. Very slow.

I smiled at it, for the whole of the four and a half minute it took to be in my limited sight. After that, I was back to humoring myself, so I agreed to continue my very exciting tour through the main street. Wow.

Two tree's beyond the former however, I ran into the funny red car again. Silently, I jumped out of the tree. If I wanted to follow it – even now I do not know as to why I wanted to follow it, but maybe I thought it was just the most interesting thing to do– it would be less bothersome to go by foot. Trying not to be seen by human folk and spying on a weird red car at the same time was the best mission I could make for myself under these circumstances. I could not say the crown prince of my beloved empire could have sunk lower.

Now that I had a better view, it was easier to see the weirdness of this situation. The driver – who was a young girl who looked like she was going to the Forks High school – was driving carefully, trying not to slip in the snow and ice, even though the snow chains were neatly attached to her wheels. I almost had myself asking her about her odd behavior or if she wanted me to drive… but I knew I couldn't. Carlisle always went on and on about the importance of not be seen by anyone. Of course I knew people knew me here, in these streets and beyond. I was kind of famous. Of course, it was because I had it all: the good looks, being the son of a king, ninja, that kind of stuff. I was sexy. I was hawt. And I knew it. Of course.

Still, I could not act too obvious. Although I knew I lighted a spotlight on myself wherever I went, I still could not just walk about where I wanted and help the people in the daylight with the flaws in their daily routine. It was just impossible. I was a ninja. And ninjas didn't do that. So, I had to remain where I was, jumping from stone to stone, crouching from tree to tree. Watching the red car make his way in his slowly and odd manner. Sometimes I grinned to myself. Often I did not. It was not that funny. And all the way I listened, listened and listened, hoping to hear some trouble.

Not that I expected any.

And so, eventually, we came to her school. Forks High School. I had seen the kids going there sometimes, but I had never been there for real. I decided I had not missed much. A few buildings made of red bricks, with kids my age and younger swirling the place. Yay. Just what I needed. And then, on top of that, it started to snow. I lost track of the red car, thinking about my opportunities. I had not lied to Irina about the fact that I had not slept much, and it wasn't likely that there was something to happen around here. So why stay? There were better things to do, like sleeping or eating or reading my book, which was now lying closed on the shelves. I sighed. How angry would Carlisle be should he found out? If he found out – which was not likely. Unless something major happened…

But just when I had solved the dilemma, just when I wanted to turn my back at the scene and disappear, it happened. Had someone decided it should've happened five seconds later, she would have been dead. Luckily for her, that wasn't the case.

But because I was unprepared, I heard the screaming of the tires before I actually saw the van coming. Instead of the girl who had put snow chains on her wheels, this car was bare-rubbered and gliding and slipping and turning and splashing through the snow. And not just gliding and slipping and turning and splashing into another car or something else which wouldn't have killed any life-forms in his way. Which would happen normally, because it was not often that I really did save lives when I was on duty. But I would soon learn that I was about to meet someone who didn´t really belong to the normal things in life. Quite the opposite, really.

For the van was tolling towards a startled girl, and in a flash of memory I recognized her as the lass I had been following all morning. She was standing by the backside of her truck, and I saw she didn't notice the van until it was too late. Also too late for me to think of anything to do, so I had to improvise on the spot. I really hate improvising, but I turn out to be quite good at it when really necessary.

Most of the times.

So I sprang forward, taking big steps while jumping on that whatever crucial to reach my goal in time. I think I really bruised some cars that day, but I always tell owners to send the bills to Esme. She really handles those perfectly. And so I leaped, and sprang, and then yanked her in my arms, and broke some car window whilst jumping up and in a tree and then… she was save. The van on the other hand was still tolling and it was not until half a minute later that it stopped, crushing the red car that belonged to the girl in my arms. We both breathed hard – not often was I asked to do the best I could or better – wondering whether the driver was okay. I couldn't have saved him too, could I? Then I would have left the girl on her own in a tree. And real gentlemen never let poor girls whose number was clearly up that day alone in trees, did they?

I looked at the vehicles. They really looked awful.

"Well… I think you need a new car…" I said when I was able to grin again, holding her a bit from my body – for I had not noticed that I had pressed her firmly against me.

Her eyes shoved over mine for a second, and then dropped to the ground, obviously inspecting her car. A tiny smile appeared on her lips.

"We- Well… I think Taylor needs a new car, really. Mine's not really… breakable…" she answered softly, the shock still in her voice but barely hearable.

"Taylor? The guy who nearly killed you like two seconds ago?" I looked at the two cars more closely. Although the red car was severely scratched, the other car indeed looked worse. Far worse really. "Hm. On second thought… you seem to be right."

She smiled nicely, and found her voice back after a few seconds. "But er… who are you?"

"What?" I said, not able to hold back a chuckle. And then I looked at her for the first time.

And then I suddenly realized what kind of angel I had just saved from death.

Her white skin stood out against her brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, which now melted with mine. Her hot breath came out in white little clouds in the frozen air around us. It took me a second too long to answer, in which I couldn´t help but let a gentle smile crush my lips. Searching for words I looked around me, noticing the groups of students beneath looking for us. I had not long.

But beyond that, there was missing something… something essentially. I couldn't help but have the feeling there was something terribly wrong.

"I'm Jasper Whitlock" I said eventually. "Ninja in times of despair. Times like this, miss. How are you?"

She still breathed hard, and when she spoke again her voice was brave, but a bit broken.

"Bella Swan. And… and I'm fine."

I looked at her with pulled up eyebrows. And then… suddenly… I knew what was wrong.

"Really!" she pleaded. But I wasn't listening to her words. I was listening to her emotions.

Well… the absence of her emotions, really.

For a plain human or ninja, not being able to feel someone's emotions would be normal. Very normal. Of course, I, Mr. Whitlock jr. wasn't something plain as normal. In the ninja world and within my empire-to-be, there were a lot of different species of ninjas. You had the lower forms of ninjas, and there were higher forms. Of course, I was a higher form. Lower form ninjas could become very good ninjas, if they wanted to and if their training lead to it. But there were some things they could never manage to do. Things only the highest form of ninjas could do. Only the kings, and queens, and princesses, and princes like me. And even in that category, it was really rare. The special powers ninja kids in my range were granted with, were not granted to everyone of us. My father, King Carlisle and my mother, Queen Esme did not have a special power, nor did my sister Irina. But I did. I could feel emotions of the ones around me, whether it be ninja or human. And I could influence the feelings. When someone was angry, I could make them easy and quiet, and backwards. I could scare the bravest men, and spice up the most of indifferent people. I could do it all, but I cannot say it was always a gift to me. I tried to block the emotions of others most of the time, but I was surely not used to large group of men.

Like those who were coming for us right now.

And so I was left with the second dilemma that day. I really, really wanted to find out about this girl. Why couldn´t I 'read' her? What was wrong? Could I neither feel, nor influence her feelings? - But I knew it would be hard to face all those people. Too hard.

Bella on the other hand, was now watching me with a strange expression. I sighed. I knew I had to go.

"You are a… ninja?" she asked, the tone sounding as if she was repeating a question for the second time. Which she probably did. I looked down. Her friends had now seen us and were forming a line under the tree. Groaning softly, I shoved my eyes back to hers.

"Well… yes…" I answered, a bit uncomfortably now. What was she feeling? More important; Why didn't she know me? "But er… I can best take you down, before they start climbing up in here. I think they're wondering what I'm doing with you. I don't want them to be jealous of you or something…"

"Jealous?" she wondered, taking the word in with an unbelieving tone. "Jealous? Of me? Why would they?"

"… Er…" Damn! I was so used to having grip on the emotions of the people I was communicating with, that it was very odd when I could not rely on that. I swallowed. Far away, I heard sirens coming. Saved by the bell.

"Just er… Well, it doesn't matter. The ambulance is coming, I think it's best if you go to the hospital, then they can check if you're alright and stuff. First, we have to get down. Hold tight!"

And before she could say something – and I think I can claim that she wanted to, but I cannot be sure of course – I pressed her gently against me and jumped. She did not scream, nor made any other sound than a muffled whisper, her eyes and lips tightly closed.

I smiled, but by the sight of our audience that faded. "Well… here we go" I sighed awkwardly, and put her on her feet again. I cannot say I didn't hesitate, for she was warm and smelt nice. Hesitated a bit. Or more.

And then, suddenly, for the next seconds I could not see nor think anything, for someone squashed me tight, paralyzing me with emotions which weren't my own, screaming some high-pitched "OH MY GOD!!!". Or something that sounded like that. I released myself when I was able to move and think again, shoving the hands of the girl from my neck, whilst grinning nervously.

"Oh Bella!" she begun, hugging her friend tight now that she couldn't hold longer onto me anymore. "I was so worried! I thought you would be like dead! And then… and then Jasper… Oh my!" she let go of Bella and gripped my hands. I looked at her a bit confused, though enlightened that there was nothing wrong with my sense of emotionfeeling. However, 'relief' was not really the main emotion rolling off from her. More like… jealousy and compassion. Not for her comrade. But for…

"Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley, Bella's friend. Thank you só much for saving her! I always wanted to meet you!"

"Thanks… miss Stanley" I choked, a bit flattered, but my eyes still on Bella. "But I think you can best take 'your friend'…" I loosened my hands from her firm grip too, and stepped two paces back. My head hurt. There were just so many people, and they were so over flooded with emotions. It was really uncomfortable. "…to the hospital." I pointed at the ambulances just coming onto the parking place with my index finger. "And also that guy that hit her."

I glanced at the lad in the van behind us. He bled. I sniffed. I did not particularly cared for boys who hit innocent girls, accidentally or not. The ambulances rode toward us.

"Er… I really have to go now though…" I stammered, smiling at Bella and preparing to spring away, my senses dulled with too much information at once.

"Can't I please have your phone number? Or call me back?" Jessica pleaded, holding out a little card which undoubtedly bore her number. I rolled my eyes. Not again.

"Well… no" I said, not unfriendly, but dismissive all the same. I looked at Bella. She muttered something.

"What?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital. There's nothing wrong with me…" she repeated, becoming a bit scarlet and looking at the ground.

"Well… You look pale" I lied, for she had looked pale a few seconds ago. "And you were almost hit by a van, and then attacked by a ninja who dragged you into a tree. Hospital would do you good, you know?"

"I… I always look pale!" she burst out suddenly, biting her bottom lip nervously. "But why- why did you save me? I know you're a ninja, but… but then why me and if- "

A sweet smile licked my lips and almost automatically, I wanted to give her a warm, fuzzy feeling. But then I suddenly halted myself, rembering that even if it worked, I could never feel the outcome if it, so I could not prepare the right dose of my 'happiness'. The risk was too big, for too much could be fatal for her. Very fatal.

And because of that sudden thought, made on the spot, I slipped. And with that, the (I will admit, not really strong) shield I had laid out for myself in order to protect me from the buzzing feelings of the ones around me slipped. Abrubtly, everything around me came at me at once, drowning me in the sea of horror, despair, relief, pain, drowsiness and much more, so much more. For a moment or two, everything became black before my eyes, and I had to seek the tree for assistance. I shook my head. This really wasn't going to work.

"It's… my job, miss Swan" I answered, trying to reach a light tone. "But I really shall go now, and leave you to the good care of them." With my head, I pointed at the ambulance people, waiting for me to end. They knew me, and they knew I never stuck too long to one victim, doing only that what was necessary. "You can just ask anyone you want about me, I'm sure they will give you enough information. If you will now excuse me, but it…" I never did this, but my curiosity won against the 'rules'. "… It… It could be that I'll visit you in the next few days, to enquire after your health. I really would like to know that you're fine."

I grinned curtly at her and then turned around, jumping in the tree again and leaping towards the forest by using other trees in my way. Fast enough to relieve myself of the mass of people in order not to pass out like that again, just slow enough to hear Jessica enviously scream "Wow Bella! He never does that with anyone!"

I chuckled, racing towards the solitude of the trees, a world belonging to plant and animal. A world belonging to peace and wisdom. A world belonging to me, should I have the pleasure to crash there.

~* Chapter End.