Hello again everyone, it's been a while ne? Umm…well first off, I'd appreciate it if everyone would hold all questions until the end of the prologue, but reviews and whatnot are welcome. Second, this story is OC-centric, but unlike the other side, I will be focusing on others through out. Third, to avoid unnecessary questions, the prologue of this side is purely flashback and reflection, and it won't get to present time until the prologue is over. Lastly, some parts of this story will be in first person, mostly likely just the prologue, but maybe in other parts I haven't decided yet. Well enjoy.
Disclaimer: If you think I own this you should not be here, all I own is Biki-san, so there.
Prologue A: My past
15 years, it's been 15 long years since I've been stranded in this time period, a time of Shinobi and demons, a time period so, surreal. My name is Sohryuu, Hibiki Sohryuu, and this is my story.
Before I got stuck here, I spent my whole life training, from the moment I was able to walk on my own. Training to be the best, training to cleanse the world of evil. I was taught at an early age that the world was filled with evil people; Sadam, Bush, Kim Jong Yu, and various others. They all needed to be punished, and that was what I was training to do, until the day I was some how sent here. I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just finished my fourth stage of training, and was on my way to L.A. to take out a syndicate group that was said to be based there, when something struck the plane. After a blinding flash of light, I was consumed by the darkness of unconsciousness.
When I awoke, I found myself in a forest of some kind. Thinking the plane crashed in Hawaii or something, I began to look around, hoping to find survivors or any signs of civilization. As I made my way through the forest, I stumbled onto a dirt path that looked well traveled, and well traveled paths usually lead to civilization, so I followed it. After about an hour of walking, I found myself at the entrance of a town called Jizo. I wandered around for a bit, taking in the sights, and I came to a stunning conclusion, I wasn't in Hawaii. By the way people were dressed, and how "ancient" things looked, I figured that I got stuck in some kind of time warp or something. Hell, the place looked like a fusion of modern day and feudal era Japan! Believing that I had to be dreaming, I bit my arm, which had no effect save causing me pain. On the verge of freaking out because of my disbelief of the situation, my more intelligent side told me to force myself to calm down, and after doing so, I came to terms with my situation, and got over it. No use crying over something I have no control over.
Considering I had no form of currency, because I didn't know what currency was for this place, I did what I thought was the best thing to do at the time. I looked for the nearest criminal base with the intentions of robbing it. I mean, if this place was anything like Japan, it was bound to have Yakuza, right? And seeing as I wasn't going to be able to vanquish evil in my own time, I might as well do it in this one. How foolish I was. While there was a clan of Yakuza based in Jizo, and while it was fairly easy to break in and take what I wanted, what I didn't account for was their alarm system, which was so primitive that I just overlooked it. I mean, wires covered in bells and chimes were just decorations right?
Discovered and cornered, I did the only thing I knew how to do, kick some major ass. After all, I didn't train my whole life to be taken out by some punk ass Yakuza, especially Yakuza as weak as those were. Despite my superior skills, I was soon outnumbered and forced to retreated, losing half of my takings in the process. Unfortunately for me, these Yakuza didn't give up so easily, and I was soon chased out of town, but it didn't stop there. Those bastards seemed to be really pissed at me, because the pursued me for about a week before the finally cornered my ass in a town called Tanzaku. Apparently they had friends there, and the basically chased me there on purpose.
Despite my training, even I had my limits, and I was on my last legs when the Yakuza pulled their trump card, five guys in weirder clothing and headbands with a slash mark in the middle of it. Not really expecting more than slightly more skilled Yakuza, I charged at them, only for them to send a barrage of kunai and shuriken my way, which I managed to dodge, for the most part. Cut up, tired, and bleeding, I was about to charge again, intending to take at least one of these bastards down before they took me out, when one of them began moving his hands in a strange way, almost like sign language or something. Not thinking anything of it, I was greatly surprised when fire came out said guy's mouth and came right at me. Stunned as I was, I still had instinct to fall back on, and due to that I was able to jump out of the way, but I wasn't able to completely avoid the flames, as they burnt the shit out of my right arm and leg, and needless to say, I went down.
So there I was, at the mercy of pricks who could spitfire by moving there hands, which was bullshit because my studies and training never showed anything of the sort even being possible. Anyway, I was royally fucked, when out of now where two guys in black cloaks come out of nowhere and completely decimate everyone there, save me of course, but before I could get a good look at them, the pain and fatigue got to me and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was in a dim lighted room filled with medical equipment, most of hooked into me some way or another. Not only that, but all my injuries were just about gone. To tell the truth, it had freaked me out that they had that kind of technology, considering how everything else was pretty much underdeveloped. Not really finding anything else of interest, I was about to unhook myself and make a break for it when a tall and skinny pale faced guy with long hair walked in through a door to my left. Introducing himself as Orochimaru, he told why he and his "acquaintance" had rescued me, something about sensing potential or hidden power of some shit like that, but there was a major problem. I didn't have chakra coils, whatever they were. Anyway, after an explanation of chakra and its uses, which I didn't believe until he gave me a demonstration, he gave me an offer. He said that he had been working on a way to implant chakra into regular people, but he had yet to have a subject survive the process. The upside was, if I survived the operation, he'd train me enough to become "truly strong", or so he says. The downside, I'd die, so my choice was pretty obvious.
I accepted his little offer, and he got started immediately, after some small preparations of course. Now you may wonder why I'd accept such an offer when my life was at stake. Well considering the fact that the bastards that put me in this situation used chakra to own me, its only common sense that I'd want said chakra to defend my self. Not only that, but how was I supposed to punish evil when evil had kickass powers that I didn't have. Well anyway, despite the odds being against me, and what Orochimaru called a "close call", I had survived the operation, and strangely enough, I felt really good, even better than I normally did.
So I trained under Orochimaru and his followers, learning various things about chakra and the "elemental" countries, weird name I know, but that's what Orochimaru called them. Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, tree climbing, and water walking, these where pretty much all I learned from them. When I asked about Taijutsu, Orochimaru just said that I knew enough already and that it was better if I had my own style. Even though Orochimaru was kind enough to give a home, power, hell he even saved my life, but something about him just didn't sit well with me. So while I trained under him, I did some recon as well, snooping around and going through all his scrolls. I found some interesting stuff. Technique scrolls (which I copied), detailed maps of major elemental villages (which I also copied), and something called a Bingo book (which I secretly stole). These things, as well as some of his experiments that I encountered, only confirmed my suspicions, Orochimaru was a definitely a bad guy.
After three years of training, which I just wrote off as my fith stage, Orochimaru came to me with another offer, one that he said could make me five times stronger than I was now, which he estimated was about mid Chunin, and all I had to do was let him bite me. Well I had something that he could bite, but it was my neck, cause I knew what he was planning, I read his research after all. Ten no Juin, it gave the user a great burst of chakra and increases their speed and power exponentially, but prolonged use can destroy the user mind and body. It also gives the caster control over the user, by means of the bit of the caster's soul that is transferred upon contact, usually by biting the user's neck. After reading that shit there was no way I was letting that bastard anywhere near my neck, so when he came to me with the offer, I showed him my answer. I politely refused and, using a kunai I had hidden in my sleeve, I sliced off his right hand and ran my ass off. Luckily for me, his office had an emegency exit that I wasn't hesitant to use.
I ran for about a full day before stopping to regain my stamina, and as I did, I thanked what ever god that was looking over me. After looking up Orochimaru in that Bingo book I stole, I was greatly surprised at his strengths and accomplishments, even though that's what lead me to get the hell away from him. Strange that I got the drop on him, but I guess he just wasn't expecting me to betray him, dumb bastard. Even weirder, he hadn't sent anyone after me yet, but no sooner than I thought that, 10 of his experiments appeared out of nowhere. To tell the truth, with the training that Orochimaru gave me, I would've died, but, luckily for me, I had been training myself on the side, with all the scrolls I copied, so those bastards didn't have a chance. After the ordeal was over, I knew the Snake fucker would send more after me, so I rested for a bit before heading north.
After about six months of running and dodging Orochimaru's slaves, it seemed like the Hebi-teme had finally given up, or at least stopped wasting his experiments on me, because I killed each and every one he sent after me. Anyway, at the time I was traveling though Fire country when I felt an extremely large chakra spike oozing with killer intent. Having never felt something so terrible and intense, I froze, not knowing what to do. A thunderous roar echoed throughout the forest, and out from the trees came a creature that truly struck fear into my heart. Kyuubi-no-Kitsune.