Chapter 1: The Ninja of Dreams.

Long ago in ancient times, humans were involved in a constant battle with monsters originating from another realm. These monsters were known as "Dreamon: Your greatest fears come to life." The Dreamon sought to rule over planet earth by taking over the bodies of the humans through their fears. However, they were stopped and were sealed in their realm, dubbed: The "Nightmare Realm", to spend the rest of eternity in turn for their adversaries to spare their lives. Despite this agreement, a group of Dreamon refused to submit to the humans and lead a revolt against them, breaking out of their eternal prison and in turn, capturing and taking possession of human hosts. Legend has it, that when the wall between dimensions was broken, mankind began to experience nightmares, caused by the rogue Dreamon and their subordinates in an attempt to continue their ancestor's objective. It is unclear what happened to the rogues, but one thing's for sure: People still have nightmares, which turn into fears, which turns them into Dreamon. And only one thing can stop them: The Ninja… of Dreams.


[Staten Island, New York: February 2013]


"The 'Ninja of Dreams' huh…?" The young teenager scoffed as he tossed the Daily News newspaper into the trash. He slid his cold hands in his pocket and continued on his walk to his school. "Savior to all those having bad dreams… I'll admit though, if I ever have a bad dream, I'll be sure to give him a call."

Seventeen Year old Nicholas "Nick" Jackson was a loner—a very shy, insecure teenager who lived in a world of dreams, with every dream of his stored in a notebook. A notebook filled with various stories of the "Dream World", where anything and everything was possible—A world where he wasn't shy, where he had friends, where he lived life to the fullest; a life where he didn't have to live in the fear of having bonds.

He was a light tan skinned boy with short curly hair, and thick-rimmed glasses. He wore a blue and white plaid shirt with khaki pants and loafers to match. He heard other students call him a "Hipster" from his glasses, to "Steve Urkill" from his dress style. But to him, he didn't care. He didn't like any of them. He didn't wake up every morning to go to school and 'impress' anyone there. He came to do what he had to do and go home afterward, every day from Monday-Friday. He followed that routine for almost three years and with the new term starting, he wasn't going to break it.

Nick arrived at Mckee High just as the school bell rung to alert the students that the day has begun. He looked at his schedule and made his way up the staircase to his first class of the day: English. Once there, he took a seat all the way in the back and in the corner, so that he would be out of the way from everyone. It's the start of the new term, so everyone's eager to sit next to their friends. By sitting in the corner, he wouldn't have to worry about interfering in a group's seating arrangement.

"Hey, is anyone sitting here?"

Nick looked over and saw a black haired girl standing next to the chair. She was a fair skinned girl wearing a light blue hoodie and a white shirt, with blue skinny jeans and sneakers. She had a small smile on her face, to indicate that she was friendly.

"…No…" Nick hesitated to respond due to his shyness.

"Great; all the other seats were taken so…" she said as she dropped her bag on the back of the chair and took a seat. "I'm Layla by the way."

Nick turned his head away. "Nick…"

"Is something wrong?" Layla asked.

Nick turned back. "Look, don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I'm not one to make friends."

"Oh no not at all, just getting acquainted with the new school and all…" Layla replied. "I just transferred from Sylvester High in Manhattan and—"

"Yeah, that's great." Nick interrupted her. "Just please, stop talking, I'm busy." He took out his notebook and flipped a few pages in it and began to write.

Layla was taken aback from that and took his advice. "Yeah sure; I'll leave you to your 'Dungeons and Dragons homework' then."

"You know, I see a seat on the other side of the room still available, mind taking it and getting away from me?" Nick snapped.

"Okay buddy…" Layla turned. "Just to let you know, I may look White but I'm half Puerto Rican and my Puerto Rican side's about to take over and kick your butt all across Spanish Harlem. You have no idea how lucky you are that I have to—"

"Are you still talking!?" Nick snarled. "I said to stop talking to me! I don't care that you transferred here; I just want to be left alone! There's twenty-five other students in here, go make friends with them!"

Layla's anger grew within her, the Spanish blood in her forcing her hand upward, just desiring to smack Nick across the face for snapping at her like that. But she let her self-control kick in and she calmed down.

"Alright then." She took her bag and stood up. "It was nice meeting you Nick." She walked away and took a seat elsewhere, the students whispering to each other about what happened.

"Man, what a jerk!" one of the student's whispered.

"It's no wonder the kid doesn't have any friends, he snaps at people the first chance he gets."

"Man, I'd hate to be the parents of that 'mistake'."

Nick stood up, grabbed his stuff and walked out the classroom, having enough of the comments he heard. Layla's eyes followed him to the point where he disappeared out the doorway.

"This… is going to be harder than I thought." She sighed.


[Midtown Manhattan…]


"Are you sure this is the kid? I mean… he doesn't seem to fit the role of 'Hero'." Layla's voice said through the Bluetooth.

"Yes, I'm sure it's him." The owner of it replied. "What's the problem?"

"Well for one, you could've told me that he's a Grade-A piece of work. I introduce myself, and he tells me off. Jeez, I've worked with shy guys before but this kid's on an entirely different level."

The owner laughed. "Sounds just like you when you were a new recruit."

"If you say so… By the way, there was something else I noticed about him."

"What is it?"

"He had a notebook that he was writing in."

"Well you are in Highschool, Layla. That's what you're supposed to do in class."

"I know that! But class didn't even start then but he was writing something. I don't know what it was exactly… maybe it was a journal?"

"And that strikes you as odd because…?"

"I don't know; it just seemed… out of place."

"Hmm… keep monitoring him. Anything changes, call me back."

"Oh right; about that…"

"You lost him, didn't you…?"

"Not lost, per se… but um…"

"Layla… find him. If they get to him first then all of this will have been for nothing."

"Can you at least fill me in on what makes him so special in the first place? He's not just some regular new recruit you've been keeping track on is he?"

"Not quite. He's a special case."

"How special, that I have to track him down if my life depended on it?"

"You've heard about the 'Ninja of Dreams' stories going viral over the last month right?"

"Yeah, that's what RnD have been slaving over to figure out since people have been having their nightmares cured without SADE's assistance; makes Dream Driving less necessary for the Strike Force when it comes to Dreamon Hunting."

"Yeah, well this kid has something to do with that Ninja. Which is why I need him, here."

"What are you going to do to him?"

The owner reached over and took the silver and green ninja star in his hand and brought it to his face. He looked at both sides and smirked. "I'm gonna make his dream, become a reality…"


Nick found himself on the city bus, riding back home. It was a first for him because he never cut class before then, under any circumstance. He held a reputation of having perfect attendance for his school career, not one class was he ever absent from. He pondered the thought of apologizing to Layla. And maybe then they could become friends. But then he would say something or do something to break their friendship, and then he would be alone again, just like all the other times he attempted to make friends. Figuring that it'd be a long ride back home, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep…

And as if it was instantaneous, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in the middle of Bryant Park in Manhattan. He listened to the traffic cruise by, the tourist around him snap pictures of each other to share with their friends and family back at home, and he took a breath of the classic NYC air. This was his ideal world; his Dream World. The one place where he could be truly open and happy…

"Such a beautiful world you have here Nick." A young male voice told him out of nowhere.

Nick jumped and spun around, finding the man with his arms behind his back. he was a tall, Japanese man with short black hair, dressed in a black uniform with gold highlights along the sleeves and pants legs. On the blazer was the insignia of a silver Italicized "S"

"How do you know my name…?" Nick asked the stranger.

The man took a step closer, making Nick take one back.

"There's nothing to be afraid of Nicholas." The man told him. "I just thought we'd meet here before we do in the real world. As a matter of fact I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask me…?"

"What do you know about the rumored: 'Ninja of Dreams'…?"

Nick crossed his arms. "It's just a myth, only an idiot would believe in him."

"Well, I believe in him. Does that make me an idiot?"

"Looks like it."

The man nodded slightly. "I see. Because you see, 'Mr. Dream Ninja', I wanted to speak to you about a job offer."

Nick's attention suddenly became focused on him. "How did—"

"Look kid, I'm only twenty-four years old." The man told him. "However, I come from a long line of warriors who have experience with the Dream Dimension. Call it a hobby."

"Alright, so you know then." Nick said. "I created the Ninja of Dreams."

"What for exactly…?"

"He's my inner self." Nick admitted. "My Alter-ego; He's the guy who's not shy, not insecure, and can make and protect the bonds he shares with the people around him. He's the guy I want to be."

"Well now, that's very interesting. I'll keep that in mind." The man nodded. "Now then if you'll excuse me, I have to get to work."

He turned around and started to walk to the tall building across from the park.

"Hey wait! What was that about a job offer?" Nick called out.

"Come to this building tomorrow afternoon after school." He pointed to the building he was walking towards. "Any and all questions will be answered once we meet again Nicholas Jackson." He suddenly stopped and turned his head. "Is your Ninja going to take care of him or should I?"

Nick raised his eyebrow and started to hear sound of growling. He decided to turn around. "What the…? What is that thing?"

"The cause of your Ninja doing what he does. That is a Dreamon: Man's greatest fears come to life."

The Dreamon growled, resembling a disfigured Primate, his body bright red and his fur black. his eyes were shining with ruby red irises isolated in the middle of deep black eyes. It was dressed in a bandoleer holster across his chest, and red combat pants. It beat against his chest and roared this time, the force of the roar blowing Nick onto the ground.

"Dreamon…?" Nick turned to the man.

"I'll explain later, Just stand back." the man walked forward.

"Hold on. Just… who are you?"

The man turned back to him and smirked. "My name is Takeru Takaiwa. And this, is Kyuge."

"Kyuge…?" Nick repeated.

"He means me."

Nick looked down and saw a palm-sized robotic fox walk up to Takeru. It was black, with its joints and forehead clad in a yellowish-gold color.

"Kyuge, let's run wild!" he lifted his left shirt sleeve and revealed a black mechanical wrist band. In his right hand, he held a gold crescent moon item which he threw into the air.

Kyuge locked onto the item and leapt into the air, grabbing it with its teeth. His eyes flashed gold and it transformed into a fox claw, which landed in Takeru's hand.

"Take notes Nick, you'll be doing this soon." Takeru slid the transformed Kyuge onto his wrist.

"CLAW SET!" the device announced as a black mechanical belt followed afterward. Takeru pulled the claw off his arm and held it to the sky.

"HENSHIN!" he pulled his arm back and ran the claw across his belt, it latching onto the dock on the middle of it, becoming a belt buckle.

"SAMURAI MODE!" It announced once again. The belt unleashed a gold frame work of Takeru's body as he stood up straight and aligned himself with the frame. The gold frame went through him as black armor covered his body. Once the frame work disappeared, Takeru was replaced with a black Samurai with gold arms and legs under the armor. On his right hip, he had a red hilted Katana, and his helmet resembled a Kabuto helmet, the eye sockets housing a pair of golden glass eyes with the mouth covered in a silver mouth guard.

He drew his sword and charged the Dreamon, the Dreamon following the same pattern.


Unknown to them however, on top of one of the trees in the park, a Silver and Green armor-clad Ninja watched, twirling a familiar matching colored Ninja Star in his hand. His attention turned to Nick and he took the Shuriken and casted it towards him…