((Please note I dont own Dynasty Warriors or any of its respected characters. This is also my first fanfic, like, ever lol so if it sucks, my apologies. XD This story features Gan Ning and the procession of events during the three kingdoms period according to his as-historically-possible age. Note there are some times where I will put him in battle he did not actually partake in simply because it adds to the plot a bit and also, im using a mix of actual historical events as well as some from the Rotk novel. Sooo I guess this is my own twist on historical fiction? Anyways Ill shutup now and let you all read. Reviews are appreciated, and enjoy! -))

Part One: Gan Ning of the Bells
Chapter One

183 A.D. Beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion

Name's Gan Ning, my friends call me Xingba, I made up the style name yesterday actually. To give a brief bio, I'm an interesting kid, heh. Dont know my mom... or my dad. And I'm pretty sure I got no sisters or brothers either. Don't feel sorry for me though! I'm a tough guy, I handle my own.

Most'ed be surprised to know I'm only 8 years old, but I've got alot to show fer it! I've lived off the streets as an orphan with some o' the other kids 'round the block - they're as close as family can get. We just formed this really cool group... haven't thought a name for it yet, but we're thinking of calling it the "Bell Bandits". Why? Well ya see, we all tie bells on our waists so people can hear us coming and either join us or prepare for a nuisance when we come knockin 'round their neighborhood, hahahaha!

"Hey, Xingba!! Ya comin' or what?!" A little girl's voice called out.
"Just a sec!" He waved back eagerly.

That's Xian Mei. She's the only girl allowed in our bandit group! Don't tell anyone, but I think she's pretty cute - ya know... us guys ain't really supposed to let girls know we like them yet. But she's got spunk and makes me laugh.
Oh yeah! Plus there's Yin Lie, Jing Lu (My best pal), and Xing Yan in our group too. We get a few other stragglers here n' there, depending on where we go, but those are the main guys.

Jing Lu shouted, "Hey slowpoke! Hurry up, we're hungry! Let's go steal some baozi from the marketplace!"

Ning grinned, exposing a snaggletooth, "Haha! Alright, alright I'm comin' let's go!"

So the year's 183 and I only know bits and pieces from what the adults around us say, but our country's falling into a lot of chaos... there's lots of... of... what's it called? co-rup-shun? Eh I'm not good with big words - but our Emperor and his men are being naughty, mistreatin' the people and stuff. I dunno... if we're supposed to be following these bad guys, maybe a war is what we need am I right?

Ning ran and hitched a ride on the back of a carriage with his friends, making sure the driver didnt notice them. When they arrived to the marketplace they all hopped off and laughed, drawing attention, which made the driver realize the kids had hitched a free ride.
"Hey!! You brats!! Stop freeloading and go home to your parents!!" As he shouted and shook his fists to no avail, the streetrat band of children dashed away and hid behind a stack of pots and crates.

"There he is!" Yin Lie pointed out the baozi cart owner.

Xing Yan chimed in, "Look at him! He's so fat he doesn't need anymore baozi! Let's help him of that burden, eh?" The group giggled and winked at one another to start their plan.

Times've been tough lately... we turned to looting cuz it's the only way we can get food. Rulers here are selfish and ignore us poor folk, yet keep on takin' money through taxes - whatever those are. All I know is taxes killed Jing Lu's mom. She couldnt pay for medicine and had to give all her money away to the local officials, then his dad drank himself to death. We dont really talk about that stuff though. But yeah! We dont mean to harm people really, it's justa matter of survivin'.

Xian Mei approached the cart owner. "Excuse me sir. Would you come here for a second?" She put her cute little girl charm on and lured the adult a few feet away from his baozi. "I lost my parents, can you help me? They're about thiiis tall..." She tried to show with her hands and standing on tip-toe.
Meanwhile Jing Lu and Yin Lie snuck around back and began loading up the baozi, passing them to Ning and Xing Yan who put them in raggedy sacks they had stolen from somewhere else.

The cartowner scratched his head as Xian Mei continued her description, "...and my mommy has a purple robe with dark black hair, oh oh!" The man was beginning to lose interest at the long-winded girl, "Helloooo mister!? I was saying my daddy is wearing dark blue and brown robes, too. Have you seen them?"

Agitated, he pushed her away, "No, no! I haven't seen them, now I have a business here, leave me be so I can make some money!"
Xian Mei noticed the boys were done stealing the loot, so she bowed and smiled, "Thank you mister!"

"What I didn't help you with anythi- HEY! WAIT! MY BAOZI!!" He looked at his now empty cart, "Wha- Where... er, HOW!? HEY GET BACK HERE!!" He chased after the fleeing children but couldnt keep up, "YOU DARN BRATS!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!"

Though it's been tough, at least it's been fun! Well... that is until recently. With the breakout of the rebellion, things have turned out real unsafe and scary even. It seems there are no good guys or bad guys... they're all just bad. I've seen police guys and scarfguys both killin' people left n' right. It seems like killin's the only way to get anythin' done 'round here. No one listens otherwise...

Which has made me wonder. Maybe our life'd be a bit easier if our group did the same as well?