A/N *IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ* Hello readers! This is my first Shall We Date?: Ninja Love fan fiction! Yay! I've only completed Kotaro's main story, so I'm very sorry if any of the characters seem OOC. I managed to lose my iPod (it was stolen) before I could play any of the other characters, so, yeah... :(

Disclaimer: I do not own Shall We Date?: Ninja Love or any of its characters. All legal rights and such belong to their rightful owner(s). My OC, Nori Du Roi, is mine, so back off!

Warning: This fanfiction contains foul language, blood and gore, nudity, sexual content (most of which will likely be implied), and content not suitable for children. It is rated M for a reason. Read at your own risk.


Chapter 1: First Encounter

The lush green fields around me were gently swaying in the wind. I could hear the soothing sounds of a stream nearby. The cloudless sky was a gorgeous sapphire blue. Everything feels so calm, so tranquil, and so peaceful.

"Whoa, where am I?" I asked in awe to no one in particular. I looked around at my surroundings. It's so beautiful! All the colours around me complimented each other so well; like a perfectly white canvas splashed with the colours of life itself. "I should have lucid dreams more often!"

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a group of men shouting at something in the distance. Their shouting was getting closer and closer. What is going on over there?

After waiting for about a minute or so, I could see what appeared to be three…no, eight people dressed as blue ninjas running up an emerald green hill towards me.

This dream just keeps getting weirder and weirder…

"Get down!" barked a deep voice.

Without thinking, I dropped onto my stomach and starfished myself on the thick matt of green grass.

BANG BANG!

What the hell was that!?

"Agh!" one of the blue ninja screamed.

BANG! BANG!

I looked up. No more than five feet away from me was a blue ninja with a hole blown straight through his chest. The crimson blood on his clothes was quickly staining the fabric around the wound.

As the blue ninja collapsed, I caught a glimpse of him: his terrified hazel eyes were beginning to cloud over, and his entire face was twisted in pain.

I didn't scream. This wasn't the first time this has happened in my dreams, and I've seen far too many zombie apocalypse and other horror films to flinch at the sight of mere blood.

"Princess…? Are you alright?"

Princess? What the hell? The owner of that voice surely couldn't be referring to me, could they?

I looked up. Looming over me was a tall, handsome man with snow white hair, the most captivating scarlet eyes I've ever seen, and clad in a black kimono. In his hands was an elegantly engraved matchlock. "Umm…y…yeah," I stammered, glancing from the dead ninjas to the matchlock. He's not going to shoot me, is he?

The mysterious man held out his hand, and I reluctantly took it. As he helped me to my feet, I caught a closer look at his face, though it was mostly covered by a black mask. He looked to be roughly ten years older than myself.

"Thank you…" I mumbled. I can feel my cheeks burning and my heart racing.

He nodded. I get the feeling that this guy doesn't talk very much.

"It isn't safe for you to be wandering around in this area," he started. "You should go back to the village before Nobukatsu's men catch you."

"Yeah, umm… about that," I nervously scratched the back of my head. "I can't go back to the village because, well…I'm not from around here, wherever here is. And who's Nobukatsu?"

Silence…

"So, uh…where are we?" I asked, trying to break the ever so awkward silence.

"…we're in a valley near Shikuteno*."

"Shikuteno? What country is this?"

"…Japan."

Japan!? Wasn't I just in Canada not that long ago?! But this is still a dream, isn't it?

The white haired man looks me straight in the eyes, "You are not the princess, are you?"

"Nope. I'm just wannabe artist of a commoner." I smiled sarcastically.

"Are you a foreigner?" he asked, briefly looking me up and down.

I'm not surprised that he asked me such a question. My skin is a dark caramel colour, my hair is black and wavy, and I was wearing my oversized "I Love Paris" t-shirt and baggy PJ pants. It was rather obvious that I'm definitely not from anywhere in this country, but I appreciate his politeness.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm from Canada."

Silence…

"It's to the North of the United States of America…y'know, the Rocky Mountains, snow, hockey…"

…Silence…

"Maple syrup…? Stereotypical dog sled teams and igloos…?"

More silence.

This guy really doesn't know where Canada is, doesn't he?

"What year is it?" I asked with a sigh. Maybe this would give an answer as to why he doesn't know where Canada is.

"1581."

"1581!?" I gasped. "What the hell…!? Oh god, I must be dreaming!"

Silence again…

"Where's the nearest village?"

The man pointed to the left, "…to the East."

I turned eastward, and started walking. However, I didn't get very far before the man grabbed my arm.

"What the hell are you…? Let go!" I complained as I tried to jerk out of the man's iron grip.

Suddenly, several shiny objects whizzed past my face. Ninja stars… Without a doubt, there was no way this was a dream; everything felt far too real.

I turned to look at the man holding me by the arm. His face looked quite grim and I couldn't quite tell if that was just his usual face, or the face of someone stuck with babysitting a disobedient brat. "You saved me, why?" I asked. He could have let me die, but he didn't.

"…You bear a remarkable resemblance to the Ninja Princess." He stated quite bluntly.

"Is that so?" I began to ponder aloud. I was almost disappointed to hear that. If that was his only reason to save me, he should have let me die.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't remember to do something very important:

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." I stammered awkwardly. "My name is Nori Du Roi. Nice to meat ya!"

"Kotaro Fuma…" he said a little slower than I'm sure he meant to, all the while giving me an incredibly skeptical look.

"Before you ask, I am aware that my given name is Japanese and masculine. I did name myself after all," I explained. "But rest assured, I am a girl."

Once again, silence.

I sighed, "The only reason I don't go by 'Noriko' is because it doesn't suit me. Sure, it means the same thing, but it sounds too girly for my likings."

Kotaro continued to say nothing.

This is getting me nowhere. I might as well just leave.

"Well, if it's all the same to you, I shall take my leave now." I smiled awkwardly, turning back towards the direction of whatever village I would be walking to.

BANG!

A bullet from Kotaro's matchlock flew past me and hit another blue ninja about an entire football field away square in the chest.

"Jebus Christ…!"


*Shikuteno - A random village I made up. At least it sounds Japanese.

Didn't see most of that coming, did you? You did...? Oh...alright...

For anyone that was wondering, yes, Nori (aka me) is black (mostly).

Reviews, critiques, and whatnot are very much appreciated. Thank you.