Note: No, I have not seen the Sakura Wars movie for the So Long My Love game and no, I am not thinking of putting the Flower Division in this story (that is until I catch up with the series. I have only seen the movie and the first season). And this is just a "What If…?" story, so if you don't like it you can fall on a pile of thumbtacks (wink wink). Last thing, if I find a reason for other wrestlers and characters to be in this story, I'll put them in, no promises though.

I do not own WWE nor do I own Sakura Wars. If I owned either, WWE would change the 'E' back to an 'F' and Sakura Wars would crossover with…..a lot of things and gain more popularity.

January 17, 1929.

Little Lip Theater

Peaceful was what Shinji had to describe this new year so far, simply peaceful. He saved New York from a war lord, got stabbed in the heart from a magic arrow and has even mind controlled, he deserved peace and quiet. But like most things, it didn't last forever.

As he got the last persons ticket, he wiped his forehead of the sweat that he gained from the exhaustion of standing up for hours upon end and making sure he has gotten everyone's ticket ripped for todays show.

Before he could get a drink at the juice bar, the front of the building had blown apart. Shinji had been knocked ten feet back from the impact of the blast. People were in a panic trying to look for safety and just straight up running out of the building. Cherry and Anri that were about to close up shop ran to Shinjiro to help him up, and noticed that he was bleeding from the blunt force from one of the pieces of the building that hit him on the head. Before they could exit what was left of the building, a man dressed in a red and black stripped body costume with a mask of the same design walked up to him, as if the wreckage wasn't there.

Shinjiro went to reach for the baseball bat that was behind the counter of the bar, but the man grabbed him and threw him towards the gift shop, having it topple over him. Shinji struggled to get out of the debris, only to see him towering over him with cold hard eyes.

The man grabbed and picked him up by the neck , choking him in the process, and slammed him in the ground so hard, that he left a crater, and slammed him two more times for good measure.

The man had up and left the torn up building only to be greeted by a squad of police officers, aiming their guns at the man. Before they could tell him to freeze, the man raised his arms, summoning flames from the ground beneath them and burning most of them in the process. Right when he jerked his hands downward, the flame spread and blew up four police cars.

As he turned to another direction to leave the vicinity, he had heard a cry from a women. He noticed it was getting louder, so he turned around to find out what was irritating him. A red headed women in a cowgirl outfit lunged at him with a samurai sword. He caught the sword with his hand and kicked her away. This time, he disappeared in a pit of flame.

As the redheaded woman got up, she went to Littlelip see if Shinjiro was alright.

He was anything but alright.

He was very still lying on his back, blood oozing from his head, torn clothing showing the bruises, and was breathing very shallowly. Not only that, but he had a long and sturdy piece of wood wedged in his chest. She knelt down to him, shaking him

"Shiny!? Please wake up Shiny!" He fluttered his eyes open and saw who was there. "Gemini…" She was desperately trying not to cry from the site of her loved one being….hurt. "Gemini…..are the others…?" Gemini put a finger on his lips to signal him not to talk. "Cherry and Anri went to get and ambulance. The crew are stuck in the theater from the debris blocking the doorway, so they weren't hurt." Shinjiro smiled. "Good….as long as…you're safe…" Gemini put her hand on his cheek. "Shinjiro….please be okay…." He lifted up his hand and caressed her cheek to comfort her. "Don't worry…nobody else…got…hurt…." He was coughing up blood, but he continued. "Just get….everyone…to….to safety…." Gemini had to ask. "Shinjiro…who was he?" This answer would be the last thing he would ever say.

"Kane."