This is an introduction to a series I am going to write called Black Jack: The Ace of Skulls. Please let me know if I should continue. I had finished watching the Black Jack OVA, Black Jack the Movie, Black Jack, and Black Jack 21 animes and movies. In my personal opinion, I liked the OVA series much better; but I also really loved the storyline of the Black Jack 21 anime. So, I logged on to fanfiction to see what had already been written of the dark doctor. Sadly, there isn't much. So, laugh if you want, I am going to do my best to fill it up! Black Jack is such a well-developed character, and is one of Osamu Tezuka's most well-known anime and manga series. Shouldn't it stand to reason that it should also have a fairly large fanfiction base? I also ask anyone who knows about this character: write about him! As long as you have seen the OVA or 21 series, it isn't too hard to get his attitude down. Remembering his values is the hardest, and then there is also the possibility of making him sort of OC. For anyone that doesn't know about him yet, his anime can be a bit corny at times, but because of Osamu Tezuka's experience in the medical field before creating this wonderful character I can confidently state: this man is awesome. Dark and kinda creepy, but awesome. This is my first Black Jack fanfiction, so whish me luck! Most Black Jack and most other characters and settings all belong to Osamu Tezuka and Tezuka Productions, enjoy.

White Death

Dr. Kuroo Hazama; if not now, then soon to be, the greatest surgeon in the world. His skill is legendary, his fees well known. The very existence of this man challenges all the greatest medical societies of the world. By now, most know of his tragic past, and the organization that had started it all. The Hydra has long since been disbanded; their leader, Zen Mantoku dying honorably. But what ever happened to Renka, Mantoku's daughter? It is known that she had survived, but not much else is known after that.

It is also not known how much medical knowledge or experience she has. Luckily, she has very little. But, that doesn't mean that Mantoku didn't have anyone with medical experience working for him before that Renka had not known. There was one that she knew very well. They were in an affair when all that had transpired took place. Renka may have been mellowed by Black Jack's selfless kindness, but the man was not. He had a name once, but had forgotten it in his jealousy of the dark doctor. This man believed himself to now be one with an essence that governs over the time that everyone has left before their natural death.

The man had never been searching for eternal life. In fact, the virus was perfectly safe when it was used to power the artificial organs. This man had been the one who had jeopardized the entire organization. He wanted to create the ultimate disease. One that would be a match for the world's best surgeon. It took Black Jack mere minutes to find the cure for Phoenix Disease. This man wanted a virus that could take on the doctor almost hand-to-hand. One that he could control.

But this man wanted more than that. This man wanted the dark doctor to hate him with every fiber of his being. He wanted the doctor to find pleasure in seeing him dead. He wanted Black Jack to hate him so much, he would refuse to operate on him under any circumstances, should the time come. He wanted Black Jack to know that just as he wanted to save people, the man wanted to kill; and he wanted to win. The man wanted despair and hopelessness to register on that hideously scarred face of his.

This man wanted Black Jack to know that he was the opposite of everything that Black Jack stood for. For his patients, Black Jack stood for hope, for life, a dark angel. This man wanted Black Jack to think of him as defeat, death, a light devil. For that reason, this man had a smooth, clean-shaven face that appeared open and kindly. The man wore a completely white suit and, if needed, wore a short white coat with fur on the inside. He made sure to always keep a smile plastered on his face, as long as he could remember, that smile never left his face. His teeth were perfect, his breath smelled of mint, and he wore a very light musk.

The man was insanely rich, and charged people very little to kill whomever they asked with biological means. His weapons of choice were needles filled with deadly bacteria; grenades that, upon explosion, would release highly contagious viruses into the air; and, his favorite, his own genetically engineered parasite. He had a pen that was loaded with just about three eggs. He pressed the top to launch a parasite straight at his unsuspecting victim. The parasite had no preferences, it would move on contact with outside air. This made it extremely difficult to extract. The parasite looked like a hideous worm with eight short stubby legs and a mouth like a lamprey. It was capable of tunneling through human flesh.

All could kill within a week. Of the three, the parasite was deadliest. He also carried a cane with him, everywhere he went. The cane had a needle at the bottom that would shoot out of a sealed compartment and inject the host with a very effective carcinogen. Despite all these things, the man made sure to appear every bit as happy and carefree as he could be. He had given himself a name that would suit his position. At first he supposed it could be 'white something', but then he realized; he was not Black Jack's opposite, as much as he would have liked to be. He was his end, he was his fate.

To accommodate for these given circumstances, he found that being the opposite just was not enough. He was more than that. Black Jack was dead to him, the world underneath his feet. It was only a matter of time. He was death, he was despair, he was a demon in angel's clothing. The man decided his name would from now on would be Blank Ace. A true card. He was not a kind jack, he was a merciless win, an ace of skulls. The world was ahead of him. The man chuckled. The world would soon be too sick to stay in the race, he could wait. For now, he accepted clients, gained popularity. Soon, the world would be ripe for the picking, he didn't want to miss it.

Tell me if I should continue, if it's a 'yes' this will probably the introduction.