Yeep my first fan fiction! Had to get it out of my head since I watched Ronin Warriors for the first time in a long time. Yeah...so Ronin Warriors don't belong to me. Enjoy!

Prologue

She felt her friend starring at her diligently. Usually, that meant some sort of nefarious plan to set her up on a date with some guy. She didn't need to be set up with another man, she needed to finish grading her midterms. She sighed as she looked up from her office desk, her vision permanently stuck in two dimensions since the accident didn't allow for accurate depth perception anymore. Leea was leaning against her office door frame with a gigantic smirk. Her friend was beautiful and confident, so many things Hoshi had long given up on, but it was more than just her appearances. Leea was tall and statuesque with long silver hair and deep blue eyes. She had a grin that was bright and white set in perfectly rosy peachy complexion. Hoshi smiled as best she could, her right side of her face was taught but she did her best. She was afraid her smile came off as an irritated smirk rather than a grin.

Leea took the chair in front of her cheap desk, "hey, miss department chair, how about you take a break?"

Hoshi shook her head, "I understand your codes now, no, I don't want to meet your new guy friend. I'm assuming another student from one of your classes. Do you know how bad that looks? A department chair going on a blind date with a student? I've already heard enough from the Dean to make my head explode..."

"Well, what if I told he was a grad student?"

Hoshi looked back to her papers, "grad student is still a student, Leea."

"He's not even from our school," she replied putting her hands palm up. "He's really nice."

"I said no."

Leea sighed, "please! I met him a while back when I went to Shincha University when I met with Mia Koji."

"So he's her student," Hoshi grumbled as she took out a red pen for the currently disappointing paper she was reading. She marked a very low grade, and switched back to her other pen.

"No," Leea said shaking her head. Her silver hair cascaded like a beautiful waterfall over shoulder. "He's actually a science major..."

Hoshi barked out a laugh, "now that's something, Mia Koji has a friend whose a science major? That's funny."

"He's the son of a teacher too!"

Hoshi looked up at her friend finally interested in her words, "is he as smart as his father?"

"Mia says more!"

Hoshi sighed, her one complaint with all the men that Leea had set her up with was that they were so plain. They weren't creative, and even if they were smart, they lacked the ability to use it in a creative manner. None of them were bad men, but Hoshi had high standards since her accident left her partially paralyzed in her shoulder, half blind in one eye, and scarred from arm up to temple. It took years of physical therapy while she put herself through college and became chair. She was the youngest chair the school had, barely twenty five, but she got results. Some called her a genius, she wouldn't call herself that, but she was motivated. Injury or no injury, she always felt she destined for something but even with her achievements she felt unfulfilled. She had several best selling novels, and taught some of the most brilliant writers in Japan.

She sighed, she felt lonely, but was almost confident that Leea had no idea what was an ideal man for her. "What does he look like," Hoshi said as she looked up from her papers and ran a hand through her own white hair.

Leea grinned, she hooked her, "he's gorgeous! Tall and lean, with eyes as blue as the sky and deep blue hair!"

"Blue," Hoshi sighed, that sounded odd.

Leea shook her silver haired head, "says its a recessive family trait."

"Well gee."

Leea laughed, "oh but you have to meet him! He's so sweet and smart! Says he's read your books."

"Oh god, another fan," Hoshi grumbled. "I remember what the last one was like."

"Well, sort of?"

"Sort of?"

"More like, he's a critical thinker. Who doesn't just adore what he reads," Leea smiled. If Hoshi new someone who had a ton of charisma, it was Leea. The woman could make the worst side of debate the winning side, just with a smile. It was a good thing she put her as the speech and comparative literature teacher.

"Okay, Leea," Hoshi smiled with the undamaged side of her mouth. "I'll meet him. What's his name?"

"Rowen Hashiba."