Disclaimer: I Do not own any Sonic, Naruto or Fist of the North Star official characters this story is based upon a fusion of all three story lines into one character that I do own all rights and privlages too... Shiro The Hedgehog (AKA: Kenshiro Kasumi)

"Fate Guided by the Light of the North Star"

Chapter 1: A Child's Tragic Past

For as long as Shiro could remember, his life was all a blurr. Shiro wandered the plains of the Land of Fire for many years trying to remember some glimmer of who he really is. Shiro had contracted amnesia in his youth and forgotten even his real name. He couldn't remember his family or his life before becoming a wanderer just a single name Sonic and even that he was unsure of. Kenshiro Kasumi, a name he had taken from one of his former masters, wasn't human in fact humans were a rare thing in this world. Earth has ceased to exist ages ago due to wars and calmities instead hybrid intelligent animals were becoming more dominant in the world, they were called Anthromorphs. Shiro was a hedgehog, a very common species of anthromorph but still he had no regrets of his heritage. He wasnt very tall by human standards standing roughly four foot six inches tall, he was covered in messy and desheveled quills that were long and dark blue, his eyes a bright reddish amber color. His arms, muzzle and stomach were a tan color, on his hands he wore grey fingered gloves. His feet quite large bore grey ninja to (Ninja footwear) that had retactable claws to allow him to climb and hang on virtually any surface.

He also wore a long overcoat which was weighted for training purposes though not many people trained in this "old" style anymore. On his arms he bore two tattoos, on his right arm was the shape of a leaf identical to the symbol on the odd belt he wears, on the letf arm was a strange symbol that was unknown to most of the population. His belt was a ninja forehead protector called a hitae ite bearing the same symbol on his right arm. He had the look of a battle hardened kiler but in nature didn't seem overly agressive. His walk spoke volumes of cockyness which said clearly he was good at what he did. Shiro carried only one type of weapon with him which consisted of three daggers called kunai he hid in his overcoat, the smell of blood around him was still very strong to those who were unfortunate enough to recognize it. From what he could remember about his past he was certain, that it was his destiny to learn the ways of the warrior and find out the secrets he so long ago forgotten. It is here we meet him sitting by the fire of his camp deep in thought.

Smoke filled the air as the dark blue hedgehog known by the name Shiro sat idley in thought. His amber eyes shut tightly as some ghost from his tragic past haunted him nightly. His fist clenched and teeth bared his brow saturated by salty perspiration. Finally his eyes shot open like a jack in the box wound too tightly. Without warning he launched a kunai from his jacket into the dead silence of his surroundings, with a dull thud and a low groan it was appearent his target was no longer a threat.

Walking over to where his dagger nailed his would be killer to a tree through his throat Shiro's thoughts continued.

'Why can't I remember... why is it this happened to me' Shiro thought as he removed the kunai and cleaned the glistening blood off of it.

'Was I suppose to be this way, was I supposed to have such pain' he continued in his thoughts as if nothing in the last five minutes transpired.

Shiro was a trained assassin, schooled by some of the ages best ninja Uchiha Sasuke and Hyuuga Neji. These two names had their place in history but they weren't the ones who wrote them there, they were the decendants of the original Sasuke and Neji. Shiro sat by his fire yet again while his eyes closed for a long nights dreams. As soon as he drifted off his brain released his memories playing them back like a video recording of a vacation that went horribly wrong. Tossing and turning in his sleep Shiro dreamt of how he got to this point in time.

Somewhere deep in his mind:

A young dark blue anthromorph hedgehog child wakes up amidst a pile of rubble. The refuse contained bits of bamboo straw and mortar a stone foundation was sparsely seen but shone evidence that a house once stood amongst where the rubble is now. He stood up, his ears still rang a high pitched squeal evident of head trauma.

"Where am I" the young hedgehog pondered of the empty area.

'Who am I' rang a thought in the little hedgehog's brain.

He climbed over the rubble and got too freedom, deciding it wasn't safe to stay there he walked away holding his head as a trickle of blood ran down his cheek. a few feet from the destruction still stood a sign it read:

Okinawa Orphanage

1395 Mill Road

The rest of the sign was illegible. The youth walked on down the road into the crystal desert of the North. The desert was named for the large crystaline structures darting towards the sky from the ground. but this land was once a vastly populated area in Japan. Wandering was becoming second nature to the youngster as he learned easily to take shelter during the day and travel at night, follow the sun and all that jazz. Problem was there was no food in the desert and in as much he was starting to starve.

'This is the end... I cant go on any further' he thought as he collapsed quickly to the ground as famine took his strength.

The boy laid there ready to accept death, ready to take what who knows how long ago he so amazingly escaped. The sun began to rise and dawn drew near, the young hedgehog's life began to fadeand the icey cold breath of death was chilling his neck. It was then he met someone who would change his life forever.

Author's note: All signs and notes would ofcourse be written in japanese kanji and katakana but for ease of writing and reading it will all be written in english. Chapter 2: Master of the Hokuto Shinken Ryu coming soon.