A/N: Hey there everyone, this is my first fanfic on this site. Although I was actually supposed to do my Avatar fanfic first, this was an easier fanfic to create as I have a good idea where the storyline would head towards. I will be updating this fanfic at least once every two weeks as Team Fortress 2 fanfics on this website are significantly less than other games in.

Another thing I should note is that this first chapter of this fanfic is actually not about Team Fortress 2 itself but rather to introduce the main character of the fanfic. So if you are raging that there isn't any TF2 action yet, don't worry, there will be action, and lots of it. This fanfic would span about 30+ chapters so this will be quite a story.

Ok, enough about me ranting about this. Let's get down to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 as they are owned by Valve (any pun here?). I do own my characters that are going to be listed in the story though I would only post the names of the characters at the end of my story chapters.

Prologue: The Creation of Bitter Enemies

October 1958

The woods of Okinawa were eerily quiet. You couldn't hear anything at all. There was no croaking of frogs, no chirping of crickets, no hooting of owls. The only thing you could have listened to was dew dropping into a nearby lake, the occasional light breeze rustling the leaves of trees and bamboo plants. You could even have heard your heart beat if you listened closely enough.

The full moon was plastered high in the night sky, its otherworldly glow casting its dim light on to the forest canopy. All was still and all was peaceful. Nothing could be heard as the…

Wait! What was that?

There! Wait there was no one there. A rustling sound could be heard. Where did it come from? But the trees looked as if they have been unmoved. Nothing about them changed.

Hey, wait! There it was again, where was it coming from? What's going on?

There, there it was again, but this time I swore it came from that direction. Who's there?

It seemed there was no one there, but all of a sudden, a dark shadow streaked from the treetops.

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He raced through the dense forest. His heart was beating in a rapid but steady beat. His eyes shifting from left to right with hawk-like vision, his legs carrying his weight as he ran and leaped from branch to branch, running in the midst of the forest canopy.

He ran towards his destination, his dark brown hair shining lightly in the pale moonlight, his golden eyes continuously shifting, scanning his surroundings as to make sure that no one was following him at all. A few moments later, he stopped and perched himself on a branch. A bead of sweat slowly flowed down from his head to his cheeks. The bead of sweat absorbed by his mask that only covered his nose, mouth and chin which also muffled his heavy breathing.

'There it is,' the masked person thought to himself.

He saw a wooden house that sat near a foot of a mountain. Bamboo was used to make the roof of the house and the residence was 3 stories tall. The house had a few ledges on the 2nd and 3rd level of the secluded building. Several wooden doors could be found on those levels which gave access to those ledges.

To the right of the house was a courtyard. In the courtyard, several small shrubs, tall trees, bamboo plants and bushes were found surrounding a small pond. There was a white stone bridge in which it could let people cross the small pond. Several koi fish of different sizes and patterns were swimming in the pond.

To the left of the house was a small garage area that stored a few jeeps, cars and motorcycles. The house, courtyard and garage were surrounded by a sturdy wall of stone 2.5 meters high with wood logs sandwiching them. Wooden gates found in the front of the house allowed any real means of entrance to the house.

The house would have easily passed off as a lavish holiday house if there weren't guards there. Many guards, clad in dark robes and armed with a variety of different weapons patrolled the vicinity. The shadowy figure who saw the guards predicted that guards were both inside and outside the house. Wooden spikes jutted out from the walls of the surrounding residence.

It was clear that whoever was staying there didn't want anyone to intrude his lavish and private residence.

The shadowy figure saw 4 guards armed with spears and pistols taking their place at the gates, 2 on the outside and 2 on the inside. Others were roaming around, alert and ready to face any intruders. The figure began to plan his move, thinking of the best way to get inside the wooden building without alerting the guards.

A short moment later, he sprang into action.

A dirt road separated the area between the woods and the front gate of the residence. In the cover of darkness, he quickly ran through the narrow dirt road, barely making a sound and returned into the cover of trees near the house.

A guard positioned at the outside of the gate that was armed with a spear suddenly looked right. He saw nothing but a seemingly endless dirt road that leads to some mountains, the moon shining above the mountain tops.

"Did you hear something?" the guard whispered to his friend.

The other guard looked into the direction of the first guard. He saw nothing. He shrugged and both guards quickly returned to their positions and continued their watch.

The figure, clad in a black fighter's robe with a black belt that held some very unusual items planned on how to get over the spiky wall in front of him. He found several bamboo stalks that were recently chopped off lying on the grassy ground below him. He inspected the bamboo stalks and found one that was sturdy but flexible enough for the action he was going to do next.

He walked backwards several meters and looked at the wall in front of him, both hands clutching the bamboo pole firmly. He then began a running start, picking up speed quickly but quietly to avoid being detected. He then planted the pole on the ground a foot away from the wall. His body rose together with the flexible pole.

He bent his body and thrust his legs in the air as the pole vaulted the figure over the wall and into the courtyard area. He rolled his body as he landed on the grassy courtyard to help absorb the forces from the fall. He grunted slightly upon contact with the ground but he was relatively unscathed. He landed near the pond, guards currently nowhere to be found. But as quickly as he landed, he could begin to hear footsteps approaching nearby.

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As 4 guards were about to turn into the courtyard, a splashing sound could be heard, followed by several weird and low slapping sounds. The guards who passed by the courtyard heard the splash and the low slapping sounds. Their attention immediately shifted to the pond, their weapons pointing in their line of sight.

They began to slowly walk towards the pond, their full attention focusing on the sounds in front of them. They split up to try and surround whoever or whatever was there. They began to move into position, each guard marking one side of the pond. They surrounded wherever the sound was coming from, their figures blocked by the leaves of the trees and bamboo plants around the pond. They began to ready their weapons, all 4 guards covering all 4 directions of the eerie sound.

Just as it started, the sound suddenly stopped. As if choreographed perfectly, all 4 guards charged in quickly out of their cover, 2 holding spears, 1 holding a bow and arrow and 1 holding a revolver.

All 4 guards stood in a fighting stance.

All 4 guards began to look confused.

All 4 guards noticed a white koi fish with orange spots beached on the white stone bridge.

All 4 guards looked at the fish tossing and turning frantically in an attempt to return to the pond.

All 4 guards not noticing a dark figure closing a wooden door behind him on the top floor of the large residential house.

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The figure moved slowly and silently about the top floor of the building. He could hear people talking nearby. No guards were in sight, yet. He knew his target was nearby. He knew his target's room would be guarded and from the snoring he heard nearby, he knew his mission would soon be accomplished.

He reached a left turn on the walkway he was moving on. He stopped and peeked out. He quickly retracted his head before he was spotted. There were 2 guards standing by wooden sliding doors, both talking to each other, both probably guarding the door to his target's quarters.

He had to distract and eliminate the danger of the guards finding out about him somehow. He needed something completely natural, something completely unpredictable, something completely subtle.

He had an idea.

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"So did you hear, the boss is gonna get a new shipment of pot later tomorrow," said one of the guards in Japanese to his companion who was also guarding his master's quarters.

"Yeah, so I heard. They say if they managed to sell all them substances by the end of the month, we'll be rich enough to stop doing this here shady business," replied the 2nd guard in the same language.

"He's being saying that for months now, you think he'd let us off that easily?"

"Hey, one can wish can he?"

"I wanna retire early man, I'm supposed to live my life free to do whatever I want. Maybe I'll get myself one of them bishoujos. I would probably get one from one of them ninja schools," said the first guard.

"Please, you're nothing but a charmless novice who couldn't even be nice to an old lady," replied the second guard.

"Humph, well you may think that way but I'll definitely get one before you do."

"Hmm… Is that a bet I'm sensing?" Inquired the 2nd guard.

"If you want to, I'm willing to bet 10000 yen on it, I got a lot of spare money anyway," replied the first guard.

"Ah, I smell victory and a quick injection of dough into my pockets already. You're on!" Both guards then quickly shook hands, sealing the bet.

Silence returned to the walkway as both guards reassumed their positions. All was quiet for a while as they shifted their gazes, watching for anything or everything that moved. They then began to stare blankly in front of them, their train of thought returning to the bet they just made.

BUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP!

The loud belching sound jolted the two guards from their train of thought. They both looked at each other, surprised expressions plaster their faces. This in turn quickly changed into light but uncontrollable chuckles. They covered their hands as they tried to contain their obvious laughter.

"Oh that Takuya, what did he get himself into this time?" The first guard started, still unable to contain his laughter well.

"Hehehehe, Don't know, hehehe, but he had too much sashimi for dinner again," replied the second guard.

"That sad excuse for a lard ass guard can really vacuum up whatever is left on the table can't he?" said the first guard.

"Hehe, you're right. I think we better check on him before we continue shall we?"

"Nah, I'm staying here. You go ahead and find him. He'll probably be chucking his guts out before his stomach actually feels full."

"Ok 'Super Guard', I'll go on. Just watch my spear for me," said the second guard as he laid his spear next to the first guard and walked off.

The first guard saw his friend walk down the hallway and turned right at the end of the walkway.

A few seconds later….

"Argh! What th-mhmpfhmpfhmphmm! HMMMMMPPPPPFFFFfffff…"

The first guard suddenly had a stunned expression on his face. Quickly, he took his friend's spear while wielding his own and rushed to check on his distressed friend.

He rounded the right turn, he found his friend flat on the ground, blood slowly pooling around him. A stab wound could be found at his chest.

His heart was pierced.

He looked around for any intruders. He looked in front of him, he looked behind him.

He didn't bother to look up.

The shadowy figure dropped down onto the first guard from the ceiling. The figure slammed into the guard and both of them fell on the floor, the figure pinning the guard to the floor. Before the guard could utter a word or shout, he was quickly gagged. He felt a weight being released from him. He tried to get up and face the intruder. When the guard got up, he wasn't facing the intruder. He tried to whirl around and face him.

Instead, he got stabbed in the chest.

His loud cries were muffled by the gag in his mouth. The energy inside him slowly draining, his vision quickly fading and he eventually fell on his knees. His eyes closed and slumped to the ground. His body lost the will to breathe, his heart stopped beating and his chest began to bleed.

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He had to act fast. Reinforcements could come by any minute. He quickly ran and opened the sliding doors. The bedroom that the figure entered looked cozy. It had a study table to the left and a king sized bed on the right. The smell of Lavender incense filled the air. The figure didn't take long to locate his target. His target was lying sprawled on his bed, he who has caused so much pain and worry to the town of Okinawa.

The target was a Japanese man who was slightly overweight and he was currently wearing blue nightwear. The figure took out a small vial which was filled with a dark-green substance. He went to his target's bedside; the heavy snoring of the evil man was the only sound in the room. The assassin opened the vial and prepared to pour the unknown substance into his target's wide open mouth.

"FREEZE!"

The figure whirled around to see two guards at the door. One of them was wielding a bow and arrow while the other held a pistol. 'Damn!' the figure thought to himself. It seems that he had to explain himself.

The target's eyes began to open, the loud noise disrupting his deep slumber. As his eyes focused on the three men in his room, he was shocked at what he was seeing. A masked man was by his beside, his back facing him and both his arms raised, his right hand was holding a vial. He also saw 2 guards at the door pointing their weapons at the masked man.

The shadowy figure closed his eyes. The guard's lowered their weapons, thinking that the masked assailant was going to surrender. The figure mask hid a smirk, that was all he needed. Within milliseconds, the shadowy figure threw something hard onto the ground. The object burst into a thick cloud of smoke. The guards who were caught off guards began coughing on the smoke.

The guards were suddenly and forcibly yanked backwards. Their weapons slipped from their grasp and they tried to move but they couldn't. As the guards looked at each other, their sleeves were pinned to the wall behind them.

As the guards continued their almost futile attempt to wrench themselves free, the target began to move away from his bed and tried to open the sliding door to a ledge near his room.

As he was about to reach the sliding doors, he suddenly felt his body being forced to the floor. He fell to the ground with a thud. His legs could barely move, his nightwear pinned to the ground by shurikens. He looked behind him and was horrified to see the intruder approaching and staring right into him. It was as if his eyes were staring right into his evil soul.

"Tobei Kobayashi," the intruder began, "you have been a thorn in our people's side for 20 long years. You robbed the souls of many people and left others homeless and poor. Your drug ring is about to end after you're eliminated form this evil chain."

"W-wait… p-p-please spare me, I did nothing wrong," begged the drug lord.

"Unfortunately for you, the people have already spoken. They have decided your fate and I shall fulfill their wish," the masked ninja conversed in Japanese though peculiarly with a North American accent.

"B-but how? Who are you?" the drug lord stammered.

"I cannot tell you much. Though you can call me Chris Wong, you wouldn't survive long enough to tell anyone though," the masked assassin replied in a low tone. "You my friend, you're going to end up in the pits of hell for all that you have done."

Chris then quickly crouched down and forced Tobei's mouth open. He then forced the vial of liquid into the drug lord's mouth. Tobei attempted to resist swallowing the foul tasting substance but Chris's intense look in his eyes were enough to force the drug lord to swallow every single drop. Once he gulped it down, the drug lord coughed and sputtered, spitting some of his contaminated saliva from his mouth onto the floor.

"What was that?"

"The poison will work in a few short moments. My work here is done. I hope what you'll experience in your last few moments would remind your reincarnation, if any, that crime does not pay," he said in an assertive but low voice.

Chris began to stand up and began to walk towards the window. He took out his katana and sliced open the sliding door to begin his escape. Just as Chris leapt out of the window, guards poured into Tobei's room, leaving a stunned Tobei and the guards in the room.

Chris moved as quickly as possible as he landed in the courtyard and made a break for the front gates. At that moment, Chris stumbled when he ran on the gravel road leading to the gates and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, arrows and gunfire were heading straight for him. He quickly got up but saw the 4 gate guards in front of his escape route. He quickly took another smoke bomb and threw it in front of the guards. The disoriented guards did not see the ninja at all in the thick smoke as he ran into it.

Other guards began to move towards where the ninja previously were. A grunting sound could be heard and then the sound of something hitting the ground followed. When the smoke cleared, only 3 guards were left standing. One of the guards in the middle was found unconscious on the gravel road, his head beginning to trickle with blood and his spear on the ground.

The guards quickly opened the gates but they did not see any sign of the ninja anywhere. Some of the guards began to search the ninja on foot. Sounds of motorbikes revving and a car engine roaring to life could be heard from the soon to be deceased drug lord's home.

Chris was in the woods and running towards the town of Okinawa which was about 2 kilometers away. He heard projectiles whizzing past him as he leaped from the ground to the top of a tree and continued forward.

He has completed his mission.

It was time to get back to the ninja school.

To Be Continued…

End A/N: So that was it folks, the beginning of a brand new fanfic for TF2. It was about time more 10th class stories popped up. It would be very interesting to see the different ideas that everyone has to offer.

Well, until the next chapter, reviews please. I want to know how I'm doing so far as this is my first fanfic. Thanks and cheers!