DISCLAIMER: I don't own bakugan. Nothing more, nothing less. There are not really bakugan mentioned as the story goes on, so here's a little heads up:

Hydranoid, Tigrerra and Gorem have all gone back to Vestroia. All of Marucho's and Shun's bakugan are gone as well. Drago stays with Dan. Shun now uses virtual bakugan because he respects his bakugan's wishes to return, and doesn't feel like getting to know yet another partner. All in all, only Drago is going to be of any mention, and there is little battle at all throughout.

Also, the rating is just for some bad words and torture. I'm not going to be going into description until later chapters, and readers will be warned then. Thank you :)

Bold is thoughts

Italics is flashbacks/dreams

Bold Italics is notes, etc

Prologue

The trees were swaying gently as the breeze blew through their leaves. Everything was painted calm lustrous greens and blues. Yet, in the smallest patch of black, hidden in the shadows, was one last visitor to the tourist town.

His hair blended into an oddly artistic mixture of warm brown and deep indigo blue. His hair was full, curling at random places to crop along his ears and at the nape of his neck. The bangs whiskered his eyebrows, leading the gaze to a pair of grayish blue eyes. His skin was pale, but healthy, and his thin lips were currently pulled back in a smile.

After so long, he had made his way back. He had been forced to assume a new identity, leave his home, because of those two. He had done nothing to them. Nothing they hadn't deserved…

He remembered a boy the age of six, dark hair and amber eyes. A woman with pitch hair that flowed around her sweet face, and glittering green-blue eyes. He thought, lastly, of an old man that had trained him, raised him, and was a strong man despite his age.

He could still see, when he closed his eyes, a little boy that looked too much like someone else instead of him, too innocent. Not strong enough to be a man of the house. A piece of sh*t.

When he finally spotted the boy, now all grown up, he was surprised for a minute. He was famous, and completely milking it. He had an air of coolness about him that made many, as he could see, desire him. He had fangirls following him everywhere. It was disgusting. That b*stard's forgotten about modesty, humility, and pain. He's lost the lessons that he had been taught.

He would have to change that.

Instead, he focused all his time towards a silly game, and….friends. And that little b*tch that he had fallen in love with. Foolish child. That girl had taken away the boy's edge. His smile was too carefree, and did not even seem to remember his past. He saw when she kissed him. His face would light up, and it was utterly loathsome. Oh, yes, he would learn better soon. Oh yes he would.

It would all change. He would learn that not listening to his elders was very dangerous. Oh, yes, he will learn. The man melted into the background, biding his time.

Some blocks away, a young man was sleeping in his comfortable apartment. For others that looked into his life, he had it all. A wonderful girlfriend, several friends, a pleasant home, and the looks and fame to top it all off.

For his friends, he was a man that was a mystery, yet a person they would trust with their lives.

For ones that truly knew him, such as his best friend of seventeen years, they would see a young man who had overcome crappy situations in his past, and was quickly moving forward into a brighter future.

For him, he was a person who had simply gotten lucky enough to be blessed with the ability to hide his pain from the past that still haunted him. He was a young man that was unusual, so very calm and collected.

However tonight, it was the exact opposite. The past that he left behind came to haunt him in the fear of the night, hugging the recesses of his doubts. He turned in his bed, unknowingly twisting himself in the sheets.

He remembered hiding. His mother told him to do it, in a tone she had never dared to use in front of him before, so he obeyed. She was yelling at HIM. At the man. He was so disturbed that this man was related to him, though he refused to acknowledge it.

He remembered so much pain. His mother didn't deserve it. What had they ever done to HIM?

He remembered when she told him, holding him in her lap, whispering when HE was gone, about the way she fell in love. He remembered making faces when she said they kissed. She would be chuckling softly, "You'll feel differently one day, honey. Someday."

He remembered that finally, HE left at night, when she dared HIM to attack. She dared the man to hurt them both while the police was arriving. Growling, HE grabbed whatever HE could, took the car, and scrambled away, falling into the pitch black of the night.

He remembered the color red.

Why wouldn't he? It was the color of the devil.

Jazz here. New story, yay. Again, the main character is Shun.