I've been a fan of the show for years, abd I've just recently had a renewed interest in the fandom. This is the first story that I have written for the fandom, so I hope that everyone likes it.

THIS IS A YAOI STORY! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF TWO GUYS TOGETHER!

Pairings:

Date Seiji/Hashiba Touma

Rei Fang Shu/Mouri Shin

Sanada Ryo/Yagyu Nastè

Summary: A new enemy has arisen, calling the Samurai Troopers to arms once again. Touma, who had left Tokyo five years before without a word to anyone, is now being forced back to his homeland in order to aid in the new battle. Along with Touma comes a secret from the past that he ahd spent five years working to keep. As the battle between good and evil starts once again, a personal battle within the Troopers is raging as they work to deal with the consequences of one Trooper's betrayal five years before. But why does this new enemy seem to want to destroy Seiji and Touma the most? What secret past does this enemy have with the armors of Kourin and Tenkuu? And what does any of this have to do with what happened five years before?

Warnings: yaoi (boyxboy love),mpreg, some lime, lemons(would be posted on archiveofourown under the same title and user name as lovesgraycats), typical violence of the show, mentioned rape/noncon

Disclaimer: I don't own Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors of the characters from the show! I'm just toying with them a little.

Chapter 1: Pains of the Past

~New York City, USA~

A young man possessing blue hair with a hairband keeping most of his blue hair out of his eyes stood on the balcony of his apartment, staring up at the stars that were in the night sky. His blue eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness. He had stood out here every night since he had first moved to the city of New York from Japan four years ago. It had been five years since the blue-haired archer had moved to New York, though the reason behind it was not known to any of his fellow Samurai Troopers save one. And even he was not aware of the real reason behind Touma's choice to leave Japan and move to America. It had been a move to protect one of them. Should the truth have come out; it would have destroyed his honor and his reputation. And the wielder of Tenkuu could not bring himself to do such to his comrade and friend.

It was with a heavy heart that the man had quietly packed everything up and left the Yagyu manor without telling any of them that he was leaving or inform them of where he was going. He knew that Ryo was more than likely enraged at him. The bearer of Rekka had a temper to match his fiery armor. Shin was most likely going out of his mind, worried about the archer and wondering why Touma had left. The bearer of Suiko most likely blamed himself for not seeing Touma's unhappiness and wished he could do something to help his friend. Shu, who had known Touma since they were children, had probably shouted curses at Touma's name and called him every name in the book in anger. The bearer of Kongo had quite the temper and never thought before he spoke. And Seiji would have quietly wondered if things had been different, would he have left. The bearer of Kourin was known for his emotional detachment and cold front, but he cared deeply for all his friends and would have wanted Touma to speak with them. Nastè would have been heartbroken to lose the one that she considered a little brother to her. She would have begged him to come and say that things would be different. Finally, little Jun would have wondered why Touma had left so suddenly. He would have wanted to know why the warrior had not stayed with them.

A single tear fell from midnight blue eyes. He missed them all so much, but this was for the best. Yes, his heart was broken and he longed for the comfort of being with his fellow yorai holders. But he had made a choice and he would stand by that choice until the day he died.

"Papa?" a child's voice said softly.

Touma turned to face the little girl who had entered the room. "Sakura, it's late. What are you doing out of bed, sweetheart?" He walked over and picked up the small child.

Sakura had blue hair just like Touma, although her hair was not as dark as his was. She also had the gentleness in her eyes that Touma possessed; however, her eyes were a deep violet, the violet of her father, and her facial features were also that of her father.

Touma walked back into his room, shutting the balcony door behind him. He gently rubbed circles on his daughter's back as he sat on his bed. "Sakura, please answer me."

"I'm sorry, Papa." The little girl pulled back to look into her papa's midnight eyes. "I couldn't sleep."

Touma smiled. His daughter wasn't like him. She liked the daytime more so than the nighttime, and normally she had no problems at all going to sleep. "Would you like me to take you back to your room and read you another bedtime story?"

Sakura smiled at him. "Yes, Papa. I would like that."

"All right." Touma stood up and walked toward the door. "I'll read you a story. And then you need to try to sleep. You have preschool in the morning, and I have to go in to work."

"Yes, Papa." Sakura replied.

Touma smiled at his daughter. He loved his little girl more than anything. She was the only one he truly had in his life, and he would do whatever he had to in order to protect her.

~Tokyo, Japan~

Sanada Ryo had just finished teaching the last class of the day. Being a master in the martial arts, he had opened his own dojo and did quite well. He was tough but fair on his students. The wielder of Rekka walked over to his bag and took out a bottle of water that he immediately started to drink. He was tired, but it was worth it if he could pass on the knowledge he had to young minds who also wished to know the martial arts.

"Hey, Ryo. You done, bro?" Rei Fang Shu asked as he entered his friend's dojo with his keys in hand. The wielder of Kongo had a light in his eyes that said that Ryo had better be wary.

"Yeah. I'm done for the day. What's going on, Shu?" Ryo asked as he used his towel to remove the perspiration from his face.

Shu grinned. "Shin's planning another party. A week from today."

Mouri Shin, Shu's boyfriend, always had a habit of throwing parties. He loved doing it, and hearing that the wielder of Suiko was already planning yet another party was no surprise to the black-haired man.

"Not surprising. So I'm guessing your nights are filled with party planning at the moment." Ryo stated.

"Yeah." A different light filled Shu's eyes. "You hear about Seiji?"

Ryo felt a burning anger at the wielder of Kourin. He would love nothing more than to let the power of Rekka loose on him. After what the blonde had done, Ryo had a hard time dealing with the blonde, though he kept his temper in check so that he didn't lose another friend. "Yeah. His parents called off the marriage. Something about the girl being dishonorable or something." The man then headed back to change into his street clothes so that he could leave the dojo and get back home to his fiancé.

Shu nodded as he followed Ryo back to the changing rooms. "Yeah. Heard that the girl was sleeping with some guy. Needless to say, Seiji's grandfather wasn't going to stand for that. They're looking for another girl for him to marry."

Ryo nodded. "How's Seiji handling it?" He took off his training garments and pulled on his blue jeans.

Shu shrugged. "Not sure. Don't think he much cares anymore. Honestly, the only reason his family is doing this is because of what he did. They feel that this is a suitable punishment for him."

"Not good enough if you ask me." Ryo would never forgive Seiji for what he had done. The blonde had betrayed Touma's trust and driven the archer away from them.

"I know." Shu watched as Ryo changed his clothes. "So, Ryo, when is the big day or has Nastè decided yet?"

"No. She hasn't set the date yet." Ryo replied as he pulled his shirt on and sat on the bench to tie his shoes. "She picks one day and then changes it. She can't make up her mind." Ryo rubbed the back of his neck. "In all honesty, I wish she'd pick a date already. I want us to be married."

Shu nodded. "How does Jun feel about this?"

The now teenage Jun had been adopted by Nastè after it was discovered that the Youjakai had killed his parents in the first war against Arago.

"Oh. He's fine with it." Ryo laughed. "I think he's ready for us to get married just because he's tired of Nastè dragging him around town with her while she's making wedding plans."

"I think I would've gone insane by now." Shu stated.

Ryo laughed. "That makes two of us."

~Sendai, Japan~

Date Seiji stood watching over the last class of the day. It was the advanced class and the one that Seiji preferred for the most part. They were well trained and disciplined already.

Seiji's grandfather, the eldest of the Dates, was the one teaching the class. Seiji was merely there for demonstration purposes.

Once the class ended, Seiji set about doing the tasks around the dojo that were assigned to him. He knew that he did much more work than anyone else at the dojo, but the blonde man never said a word. He knew his parents and his grandfather were angry and disappointed in him for actions he had taken long ago, and the blonde had accepted their punishment to him. He had even accepted marrying a woman for the sake of the family honor.

As Seiji did his duty, the blonde Trooper thought about what he had done five ago. Even now, he could not fathom why he had done something so horrific to Touma, who was supposed to be his best friend.

The actions that the wielder of Kourin had taken were despicable and dishonorable. He had ran the moment the event was over and gone to his place deep in the woods at the Yagyu manor before he collapsed, sobbing. He couldn't believe what he had done and was completely disgusted with himself for the actions that he had taken.

Seiji had not been able to bring himself to deal with what he had done to his best friend. He had avoided Touma simply because he wanted to forget what had happened. The guilt ate at him, and he wanted nothing more than to go to Touma and beg his forgiveness for what he had done. But his pride, his damned pride!, had prevented him from doing just that. Instead, he had put as much distance between himself and the blue-haired archer as he could manage, as if it would erase the actions he had taken against his friend.

It had been only a few weeks after the incident that Touma was noticed to be missing by their friends. His room was empty of all of his belongings and his car was gone. He had left a note that simply stated that he had chosen to leave and that he was sorry about not informing them. He had decided it last minute and wished them all well.

At the start, Ryo had been furious at Touma, not understanding why the wielder of Tenku would do something like that. He had threatened to hunt the blue-haired archer down and drag him back to the manor if for no other reason than to get some answers out of their wayward comrade.

Shin had been in tears, fearful that they had done or said something that had upset Touma. He had gone over everything that had happened in recent days to try to figure out why Touma left.

Shu, like Ryo, had reacted with his temper. He had cursed Touma's name and swore to give the archer a beating that he would never forget if he ever saw him again.

Nastè was worried for Touma's safety. She wished to know where the man was so that they at least knew that he was safe and well.

Jun had not understood why Touma, who was pretty much a big brother to him, had left all of a sudden and without telling them goodbye. He had wondered if he had done something to make him leave.

Seiji, of course, knew differently. He berated himself because he was the one that had driven Touma away. It was his actions that had harmed Touma. The blue-haired archer had fled the manor because of him. He wished that he had known that Touma couldn't take it because he would have been the one who left and returned to Sendai to allow Touma to remain at the only place that truly felt like home.

Less than twenty-four hours after the discovery that Touma had left was made, Seiji had made a full confession to all of his friends, save for Jun who was too young, about what he had done and why Touma had left. He couldn't handle the guilt, but did not want his friends to be angry with Touma. If anyone, they should be angry with him.

And angry they were.

The moment the words were out, Shu had literally attacked him, hitting Seiji so hard in the face that the blonde had crashed backwards into the wall rather painfully, though the man knew that he had deserved that action. The attack had left a bad bruise, but Seiji hadn't cared.

Shu probably would have beaten him to a pulp had Shin not pulled the larger warrior away.

However, Shin had promptly smacked him across the face and demanded, with tears streaming down his cheeks, why Seiji had done something like that to Touma.

Seiji had had no answer.

Ryo, burning with anger that was a powerful as the fires Rekka afforded him, had donned his subarmor with every intention of calling Rekka and unleashing it's fury on the blonde.

Nastè had stopped them all. She tearfully pointed out that what was done was done. She also made the point that Seiji could have hidden it longer, but had not.

Seiji had thought he had deserved worse treatment by them. Of course, the wielders of Rekka, Suiko, and Kongo had severely damaged images of Kourin now and had not been willing to speak with Seiji for a long time. They all still held anger at him and blamed the man for the fact that Touma was now gone.

Seiji blamed himself as it was. It was the blonde had decided to return to his home in Sendai, where he felt he had no choice but to reveal his actions to his parents and grandfather.

The Date elders had been horrified by what Seiji had done and they had made no secret about how disappointed they were in him. They had raised him to be better than that, and there was no excuse for what he had done.

While the other Troopers had not tried to bring the harm or harsh words Seiji had expected, there was a rift amongst the Troopers that was apparent. It was a rift that would most likely remain for the remainder of their lives.

As Seiji finished up the last of his tasks, he was thankful that he had not entirely lost the friendship of the bearers of Rekka, Suiko, and Kongo, though a part of him wondered why they did not loath him for the actions that he had taken against Touma.

Once done, Seiji returned to the house and was told by his mother that dinner would be ready soon. The blonde-haired man went upstairs and took a shower before he changed clothes to eat dinner with his family. With a sigh and a guilt laden soul, the man turned his violet eyes out the window and uttered the same words he had said every night since the incident had happened. "I'm so sorry, Touma. I don't know what made me do something like that to you. I know that there is no way that you'll ever forgive me, but know that I'm sorry." A single tear fell down the blonde's face, which he quickly wiped away. Emotions were to be kept tightly controlled, as his grandfather had repeatedly told him. But when it came to his actions against Touma that was where his emotions were difficult for him to control. "I just wish I knew what would drive me to rape Touma." A question that even after five years, the blonde-haired man had yet to find an answer to.

Hearing his mother call the family together for dinner, Seiji quickly pulled himself together before he went down to have dinner with his family.

The warrior of Kourin knew, without a doubt, that he would never forgive himself for his actions, and he knew that he did not deserve forgiveness from anyone for his cruel actions. It was a guilt and remorse he would carry around for the rest of his life.

~New York City, USA~

In the floor in the center of his bedroom, Touma sat cross-legged with his hands resting loosely on his knees. He had his eyes closed in deep concentration. A dark blue glow surrounded the bearer of Tenkuu and his kanji meaning wisdom flashed on his forehead as he delved deep into the link he held with the armor of Tenku to communicate with the spirit of the armor.

A moment later, deep within the depths of his mind, Touma opened his eyes to find himself in an open field that was bright and filled with sunlight, flowers, and all things beautiful about the world. A peaceful smile crossed Touma's lips. This was always a place that eased his soul as it was a place where only the bearer of the armors could tread.

"My child, I am pleased that you have come." the armor of Tenkuu stood in front of Touma, an empty shell, though the magic of the armor made it rather sentient.

Touma smiled at the armor. "Well, you've been rather insistent lately, Tenkuu. Besides, I cannot focus well when I have not communicated with you after so long."

"And how is your child?" Tenkuu asked.

"Sakura is well." Touma replied.

"My request still stands. You need to return to Japan, to the other armor bearers. No matter what has happened, you must return to them. I long for the presence of Rekka, Suiko, Kongo, and Kourin as I know you long for the presence of Ryo, Shin, Shu, and Seiji, no matter happened with Seiji." Tenkuu stated.

Touma closed his eyes. "It is true. I wish for their presence once again. Even if we have not been called on to fight with our armors for so long, I still feel as though I need to be near them."

"The link you share is strong. You must not deny that bond." Tenkuu replied gently.

Touma opened his eyes. "I cannot give in to my heart's desire, Tenkuu. If I were to go back, there would be no doubt that they would all know that Sakura is Seiji's daughter as well as mine. The questions would start and then the truth would emerge. I will not destroy Seiji's honor."

"Kourin's wielder brought that dishonor to himself when he took those actions against you, my child. You are not at fault for the dishonor he was brought to himself and his family." Tenkuu stated.

"As long as I remain here, the truth will not need to be made known, Tenkuu. I feel that I must do this." Touma replied.

"And does Kourin not need to know that he has a daughter. Sakura is of his bloodline, and should the need arise, she would be the next wielder of Kourin." Tenkuu reminded him.

"I am aware of this." Touma sighed as he looked at the armor that he had used during the war against the Youjakai. "Forgive me, Tenkuu, but I cannot return. I will bear this pain alone."

"Consider all we have discussed, Touma. You must not forget that you are all connected, and there is a possibility that the dishonor Seiji brought to himself is already known." Tenkuu said.

"No, Tenkuu. I do not believe it is." With that Touma withdrew from his mediation and opened his eyes to look around his room. He stood and placed the yorai into his pocket. He may not need the armor any longer, but he still felt as if he needed to have it with him at all times.

Touma left his room to go to the kitchen and start fixing himself and his daughter breakfast.

Despite living in the United States, Touma had been raising Sakura in the traditional Japanese way. In their home, they spoke only Japanese and they followed Japanese customs. In their home, Touma only cooked Japanese food. He wanted his daughter to remember her heritage.

Touma supposed that he wanted Seiji to be a part of his daughter as the blue-haired man had their daughter in kendo lessons. She was doing quite well, meaning that she had inherited Seiji's talent for kendo.

Touma sighed as he thought of his conversation with Tenkuu. Ever since he had left Japan, Tenkuu had been urging him to return. He had thought, at first, that Tenkuu sensed a battle looming, but nothing had happened in the time since he had left. Touma would not return so that he could protect Seiji from the dishonor that would befall him and his family should the reality of his actions be made known.

Touma looked out the window at the sunlight and smiled. He always thought of Seiji when he saw sunlight. He remembered how the blonde had loved the sunlight so much. "Seiji, I forgave you long ago for what you did. I only pray that you can forgive yourself." He closed his midnight blue eyes for a moment before opening them once again and continuing to make breakfast for him and his daughter. "Seiji, I love you."

~The Youjakai~

Kayura was kneeling in front of the Ancient's staff in deep mediation. The young woman had been having a foreboding feeling in the last few weeks, and she had spent a great deal of time in meditation in an attempt to discover why. As of yet, she had not come across a reason for this feeling, and yet, she knew better than to ignore the feeling deep within her. Something was wrong. And she needed to know if she should inform the Troopers of what was happening.

A moment later, the staff started to glow, and the rings on the staff start jingling loudly.

Kayura gasped as she quickly rose to her feet. "What?!"

A moment later, Anubis, Nazza, and Rajura raced into the room in full armor.

"Kayura?! What is happening?!" Anubis demanded.

Kayura watched the staff. "Something is wrong! There is an evil presence that has escaped into the mortal world!"

"An evil from this realm?" Rajura asked.

"I am uncertain, Rajura. I can only tell you definitively that something is wrong in the mortal world." Kayura replied.

A moment later, the rings on the staff became still and the glow faded away.

Kayura reached out and took the staff in her hand. "Something is amiss. I am unsure if this evil is from this realm, or if it an evil that we have yet to see. Regardless, we must inform the Troopers of this development at once. They must be made aware that another battle is forthcoming so that they can prepare themselves for the coming battles."

"What of Tenkuu? No one has seen nor heard from in five years." Nazza pointed out.

"After what Kourin pulled, can you blame him? I doubt that we'll ever see Tenkuu again." Anubis stated.

Kayura turned to Anubis. "Let us hope that that is not the case. Touma may have left due to Seiji's actions; however, Touma is also a Trooper, and he knows what his duty is. I have no doubt that once Tenkuu informs Touma that there is trouble, Touma will return and give us aid."

"And in the meantime?" Rajura questioned.

"We four are going to lend our skills to the Troopers and aid them in defending their world." Kayura replied.

The three Masho nodded their agreement.

"Come. We must inform Ryo of this. He will call Shin, Seiji, and Shu together in order to fill them in on what is to come." Kayura stated.

~New York City, USA~

Touma was washing up the dishes after he and Sakura had finished up their dinner that night. He could hear the TV in the living room where Sakura was watching cartoons. He smiled at that, glad that he was able to give her a better childhood than he himself had had. He had never had friends, playmates, or toys. His daughter all three of those things.

The only thing that he could not give her was both parents; partly because he wanted to protect Seiji and his honor should his actions come to light, and partly because he was unsure if Seiji would want anything to do with their daughter in the first place. And he didn't want to hurt his daughter by taking her to Japan and letting her meet Seiji only for the blonde-haired man to reject her. The mere thought of that made Touma's heart ache.

Suddenly, Touma had a foreboding sense that something was coming, and it was something that would need the Samurai Troopers to stop it.

Touma placed the glass he was holding down before gripping the side of the sink so hard that his knuckles turned white. He now knew that trouble was heading their way now. He could feel it deep within his soul. No matter what he wanted, he was still a Trooper, and he had a duty to aid in the protection of their world. He could not run from that.

A gentle laugh reached the troubled Trooper's ears.

Leaving the dishes, Touma walked to the doorway of the living room and looked inside to find that Sakura was sitting on the couch with her favorite stuffed animal in her hands, watching the cartoon and laughing at the parts that she thought were funny.

Touma looked at her and wondered what Seiji would think of their daughter. Would he think she was the most beautiful child he had ever seen, as the blue-haired man did? Would he find her adorable? Would he be proud to have her as his daughter would? Would he feel, as Touma did, that she was the best thing that could have happened to him, despite the circumstances surrounding her conception? Or would the blonde-haired man loath her for what she represented? Would he feel obligated to care for her instead of wanting to? Would he even acknowledge that she was his daughter?

Touma shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He wished he could prevent Sakura from having to deal with these possibilities. He would wait a bit before making his decision about whether or not he returned to Japan. He had to think about his daughter first and foremost. No matter what his duty was, Sakura was the most important thing in his life, and he would not do anything to endanger her life under any circumstances.

With a quiet sigh, Touma turned and headed back into the kitchen to finish his dishes. He knew he would be communicating with Tenkuu that night, and he knew that he was in for an earful from his armor and ancestor. He dreaded that conversation all together.

But no matter what, he would do what was best for his daughter.

Let me know if you liked this chapter. I'll try to get the next part up soon.