Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina or the particular characters involved, they are the property of TV Tokyo. The story and alter ego Blade is mine on the other hand. ( HA in your face TV Tokyo) .

AN: Well this is my very first publishing of any of my work anywhere. So please be gentle with the reviews. anyway for all of you reading this thanks, and a warning to all you reviewers, my spelling sucks. S-U-C-K-S. if you find something that I or my various grammar checkers have missed, especially the Japanese terms please tell me, I can't fix what I don't know is wrong.

Secondly, I'll be focusing on Blade until the story really picks up, so bear with me.

and before I forget Kitsune translates into fox… I think.

Well so much for my babbling, on with the show.

BLADE

CH1

MEMORIES

The mortar rounds fell thicker than snow in a blizzard, and the gun fire had picked up to the point that it was impossible to pick out individual rounds. The field was laden with corpses and mangled tree stumps . The ground had been pounded to such an extent that large sections of it was turned into powder. This was the sort of place that people picture on the other side of hell. The dead and dieing littered the battlefield, and in the bombed out craters their still living comrades fought for their lives. In one such crater a young man grappled with his opponent before thrusting his dagger into his enemy and jerking upwards, killing him instantly. The young man then reclaimed his assault rifle off the ground, that had his named craved into the stock, Blade. He checked the barrel of his rifle for blockage, and went into a prone position at the edge of the creator taking as much cover as possible.

Blade was no older than 16 although he didn't show it unless you were in conversation range. His body was hard and loaded with scars from spending the better part of his teenage years in constant warfare. He had a deep farmers tan that only exaggerating the scars on his arms. His hair although not even 20, had white specks in his brown hair. His eyes were a matching hazel. His face was drawn, and after being in combat for so long held as much emotion over the man he just killed as a granite statue.

Blade heard a whimper from the only other person sharing this little niche of hell with him. She was a well figured young woman with silver hair in a shorter haircut. Come to think of it he used the term " young woman" rather loosely because she was about 6-7 years older than Blade. She had come with a group of photo journalists for the war. Her name was Mitsune, but she said her friends called her Kitsune, No wonder. She had the eyes of one. Kitsune had shown up there with the same sense of anti-reality that most of the new recruits did. A few days of combat had quickly squashed with. Those first few days Blade was for all intensive proposes a walking tissue carrying a rifle.

"you'll never take any pictures down their." Blade said to Kitsune.

" It's safer here though." she answered. Flipping over to her stomach and crawling up to the lip, peering over it cautiously. She brought her camera up and started taking a rapid series of pictures of the carnage.

" Wow." was the only thing the normally talkative fox could say.

" Ya, it is pretty bad," Blade answered. He then leaned into his rifle and squeezed off several rounds at an far off enemy.

"OH Shit!!" Blade yelled, grabbing for his radio.

"We're being flanked!" he yelled into it, promptly dropping it. Blade toggled his rifle's selector to full auto and emptied an entire clip at the mass of solders 200 ft to his right. He then leaped deeper into the creator to reload. Face down in the dirt and changing clips, Blade never saw the incoming grenade till it was far too late.

Blade woke with a jolt and nearly fell out of his train seat. His breath was heavy for several minutes as he tried to calm himself and tried to ignore the looks he was getting. The train stopped and Blade scurried off the train, he was 2 stops early and he had a three mile walk through back alleys to get back to the Hinata apartments. Right now, he didn't care he was just happy to be off of the train.

Blade walked down the bricken alleyway lost in his own memories. As he listened to his footsteps fade into entirety.

"How long have I been out? Six months? …Noo, a little more. Today's the 12th of September." he thought to himself. "Seems like only yesterday I was still in combat with the Reapers." Blade's forehead wrinkled as he drifted into deeper thought.

Five months ago a 2 ½ year war ended that is called the genetics war. It was called that due to the fact that the rebel commander named Maxim was trying to make an army of genetically engineered cloned soldiers, fortunately, he failed. But that didn't stop him from raising an army by other means. Namely conscription and child soldiery

That is where the Reapers come in. The unit was a child soldiers unit where no person involved with exception of the higher officers where over the age of 16 and an average age of 14. The unit began the scourge of the battlefield, turning into a very effective fighting unit. They became the military idealism, not an bunch of babbling individuals but a cohesive unit. Where the man next to you wasn't just your friend but your comrade and family. Then fortunately or unfortunately depending on your view, one day the Reapers was surrounded by a Japanese division. The commanding officer surrendered saying.

"I may be hard-ass but I will not kill this boys defending that cowardly pants pissing general.

Once within the Japanese ranks they were treated with kindness and understanding. Something that to most of these children these were concepts that were little more than memories to them. For the better part of two years all they had were their skills and their comrades standing beside them. The Reapers have always said amongst them selves that they didn't jump ship they came home. Which was passable because 90% of the unit were the children of tourists. Anyway the Reapers fought under Japanese command for the last remaining month of the war.

After the genetics war ended Blade, as well as the rest of the Reapers didn't have any place to go to. So the Japanese government gave the misfit's a citizenship and put them into an adoption program.

Kitsune then enters the picture. After being with the Reapers for the last three weeks of the war as a journalist, and Blade was her chaperon so to speak, for that time. Over those few weeks the pair had grown a relation ship that came to rival that he had with his comrades. When Kitsune found that Blade was in need of a guardian as well as a home, she quickly brought him in.

Not that I need to say this but this didn't go over too well with most of the residents, but thanks to one very passionate speech, a few words from ketaro, and a general feeling of sympathy. The residents of Hinatasou bent their no male tenets rule again. And well here he was.

Blade came to a crossing of two alleys he had to cross on his way home, he found it filled with young boys and girls with a few nuns. He chuckled, how those few women took care of those 20-30 little kids for the day with out ripping out their hair took the patience of a saint. He decided they probably were. With Blade's background they were the only people in the area who welcomed him with remotely open arms, besides Keitaro, Kitsune and Shinobu. So he volunteered a few days a month to say thanks.

The nuns had finally regained order and began to get all the girls to the local playground. Blade watched them file by and chuckled again, most of them where all dressed up in dress skirts and hair bows. "Was I ever that innocent?" he thought to himself.

" Probably not." he said aloud a little louder than he meant to.

" Pervert." said a 30ish woman was in the gathering crowd waiting for the children to pass.

" uh??" Blade said looking at the woman while his brain shifted gears to understand the comment.

" Your sick lady." he said when finally got it. She was about to argue the point when a shout came from the direction of the day care.

" Sister!!!" Both of them turned in time to see a straggler from the Daycare with brown ponytail and a navy blue dress do a face plant into the concert.

Blade sighed heavily and walked over to her. Placing his bag down and crouching to pick her off the ground. Blade placed her on her feet and started to brush her off.

" Do you ever stay on your own two feet?" He said with a hint of mock announce.

" mummy sais I gots gamies feeets." she said in a cheeriness that wouldn't have given away the fact she had just done a swan dive into the ground.

" And you have chocolate all over your face!" He said licking his thumb to wash it off. " your messer that I am." he finished cleaning her up enough for a passing inspection before saying.

" That's everything, run along now Amy."

" tank you Bwade." Amy answered and ran off after the vanishing group. As Amy disappeared around the corner, Blade turned to retrieve his bag and saw the woman he was arguing with earlier watching the troop of disappearing children dumbfounded.

" If you look for the worst interpretations for everything, you'll never get anywhere in life." He said turning to leave.

As Blade crested the stairs that lead to Hinata, he saw Matoko looking at one of the building's upper floors. He walked up to her, somewhat apprehensively, before coming to a stop beside her and fallowing her eyes as he set his bag down. He saw on one the second story balconies that Keitaro and Naru were fighting over something.

" Their at it again, Uhh?" he said as neutrally as possible.

" Yes they are." she replied with the same mount of emotion. Blade glanced at her moving his head as little as he could. she was in her usual red and white kimono, although she was wearing it quite a bit less as of late.

" You might want to get that in the next size up, your starting to lose that masculine appearance your trying to hold on to."

A flash of anger ran though Matoko, her hand flew to her Kanata as she turned to face Blade. But she stopped in mid turn. What she saw before her was a young man standing at a military parade rest watching the verbal assaults wirily, almost with annoyance, but there was something there that stopped her. It was subtle, barley there but there none the less. It was… fear. No, regret maybe? No that wasn't it either. She'd seen practically all the emotions the residents of the Hintasou could throw at her. From Shinobu's massive mood swings, Su's childlike clueless ness, Naru's rage, Ketaro's Depressions, Kitusne's drunken depressions, and the few emotions' she had seen on the unreadable Huruka. This on the other hand was…Matoko trailed off into her thoughts trying to identify what it was she saw.

She was brought back to reality by the sound of fist meeting skull, as Ketaro was launched into a low orbit. As Blade and Matoko watched Ketaro leave via sever blunt concussion to the chin, Naru leaped over the railing to join the pair on the ground to watch her handy work.

(AN: pun intended)

As the trio watched the flying speck that was Ketaro vanish into the blue sky. Blade said in a Zen like voice.

"What do you do if you live in a shoe and you ain't got no soul?"

" Umm? Did I miss something?" Naru said, fairly confused.

" Not really," Blade replied in a kind of bored voice.

"If you get it, you get it. You don't you don't."

Matoko turned to face Blade again only to find him looking depressingly over her shoulder. She turned and saw Shinobu looking dreamily at a photograph in her hand, a new crush or probably Keitaro. Naru finally noticed the change of focus in the two beside her and followed their eyes to rest on shyest resident of Hinata. She then turned to look angrily at Blade thinking

" If he says one word I'll…." (AN: my original comment was decided too violent

there-for I will ask you to fill in your own blank.")

All Blade did though was sigh, pick up his bag and turn to leave with a last longing look. As he turned he said,

"I can't get ahead in this damn rat race." and with that he left, his head obviously drooped.

" He is a strange boy…" Naru was softly cut off by Matoko saying.

" He's is no boy, He's …." she trailed off, unable to find the right words for the young man depressingly walking for the Hinatasou door.

AN: Well what did you think????

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AN: (grounding offending insect into ground) Stupid bug. Anyway, please review. I what to know what other people besides my friends think. Even constructive flames are welcome.

Thanks.