Hello Everyone! This is my attempt at combining the romantic comedy Ichigo 100 percent (The manga, which is better then the anime) with the action/adventure show DBZ, which also had its comedic moments. However, It'll be a lil different. There IS a plot, although it's going to be shrouded in the mist at first, what you think is the main plot will actually be the sub-plot. You're not going to get the main characters real name either, although it wouldn't matter because he's not really quite himself anymore. Many of the DBZ characters won't be making an appearance for a few chapters, but don't worry, it will come in due time. So, please read and enjoy. Also, the title of this story, "Link," has nothing to do with The Legend of Zelda.

Added Author note: I looked over the first version of this, and realized it was crap. This is a revised version. Please re-read it, I hope it's gotten better then last time.

Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once for the entire story! I do not own DBZ and Ichigo 100 percent.

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Chapter I: The Hero

There exists many tales of men. Tales of men who lived as heroes. Men who died as heroes. Tales of men who achieved strength and gained power beyond one's wildest dreams. Then there are tales of men who achieved neither of those. Men who became nothing. And then of course…there are the tales of men who became the opposite of their fellow heroes. Villians, monsters, evil beings and various other horrors born from darkness. Men that let their greed overtake them. Men that threw aside their morals. Men that could no longer be called 'men.' They were something worse. Something far worse.

However, this tale is of neither of those 3 men. For this is a tale of a single man, unlike all others, not because of his strength, not because of his power, not because his intellect. And most certainly not because of his heart. This man… was born as the kin of Heroes. As such, in the very depth of his soul, he is one himself. But he is also something else. A very rare occasion comes along, where a child is born with abilities that require him to not take sides. A child that can not be either good nor evil.

In situations like these, a fourth party develops, one that is not 'neutral.' For those who are born with the aforementioned abilities must bear the flag of a side much more important than either good or evil, with a purpose just as great. In this side, one does not fight for what is good, they do not fight for what is evil, they fight for what simply is. They fight for stability. They fight for continuity. They fight, on most base grounds, for existence. The existence of everything. The preservation of the world. And at times, one would find themselves killing heroes as well, in order to preserve said world.

The term 'world' does not simply refer to Earth. Nor does it refer to the galaxy. The term 'world' refers to the universe as a whole. It is a time and space and energy, and it is also Existence as we know it.

The tale you are about to hear is about a man, a hero… who has fallen into the category of those who fight for existence. A man who must choose between what is Right, and what Is. A man who must choose between his duty, and his heart. One can only hope they both point in the same direction, but as life is still itself, this is never the case.

The feeling of wind blowing against ones body isn't always pleasant. But sometimes, it was relaxing. He opened his eyes to see exactly how a wind this strong was possible in the climate he was in. Then again, what climate was he in anyway? There was no land under him…only water. A vast blanket of water. The sea! The sea was under him, and wind was pushing against him… from below him! And the sea seemed to be getting greater and greater as seconds flew by. With all the clues pointing in the same direction, he would have been an idiot not to realize he was falling. But was alright, at least the water would reduce his fall from 'life-threatening,' to 'extremely-painful.' There was still one problem of course.

He couldn't swim.

"HELP! HEL-" His voice was cut off by the water that was flung into his mouth and down his throat. It was no use, there was no sign of people in every direction, and he was already sinking… there was nothing he could do. This was the end…reality was fading away…a darkness unlike that of the depth of the sea began to cloud his vision, as water flowed down his nostrils. Little pockets of air escaped from his mouth…and soon…he would join nothingness too….

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He coughed. He was alive…. Again he coughed; water spurted out of his mouth and nose like he was a fountain. He could breathe…his tongue felt the revolting taste of salt water. Slowly, he opened his eyes…the burn…the salt water burned his eyes. Though it had hurt him even more, he took the pain as a healthy reminder to the fact that he was alive. But…who was he? He didn't remember anything from before, when he was discovered by those people... but now was not the time to dwell on a past he didn't even understand. He opened his eyes once more, the burn having subsided. Hmmm…he was washed up on shore. It seemed luck was on his side today. But…where was he? This place didn't look familiar... then again, nothing looked familiar... damned amnesia…

He stood up, and examined himself in the reflection of the water. Interesting… a black cloak that covered him from his neck all the way down to his knees… and his pants, they were a dark blue color, much darker then navy blue, and above all, baggy. And upon his chest, he wore a shirt, slightly torn and worn out in some spots, with the same color and design as his pants. His shoes…were they even shoes? No, a mix between boots and shoes…they covered his feet completely and reached about an inch up his legs. They were also a deep black, but had a certain shine to them. Oddly enough, they were steel tipped. And then…there was his gloves… the kind your fingers poked out of. They were also worn from use.

"Interesting…" he thought. "How odd of a character would I be to have such attire?" pausing for a moment while looking at his reflection a while more, he came across his face, and stared down into the depth of his own eyes. His eyes were also black. Onyx, one might say…the iris and pupil mixed perfectly, one have much trouble distinguishing one from the other, but he could tell…he could tell easily. They were so focused, his eyes... so determined… and in this moment, he knew he was staring into his past, just by reading his own eyes. Then there was the rest of his face. A strong chin, sharp nose, not too sharp though. An acne free face as well. And…the most interesting hairstyle. It was black and spiky, but…why, it was flying around everywhere! What sort of hair was this? It was insane! It was simply impossible! It was….so totally cool! This gravity defying hairstyle had him entranced. He certainly must have been a peculiar person if he looked like this… But he had to admit…he did look quite handsome.

He admired himself for one last moment before turning his attention away from the water and down the shore. He assumed it to be a beach, considering its design, but that seemed unlikely, since there were absolutely no people here. "Must be my luck again…" he thought. There was a thought lingering in his mind though…that portal…no, he would ignore it. The last time he had thought of that…his mind went racing and he had lost control of himself… it must be avoided, he couldn't let that happen again.

"First order of business… find a place to stay." He looked around before his eyes caught a villa or inn at the side of the beach. But when he took a step towards it, he heard a clinking. Confused, he opened up his cloak to investigate the noise.

There was a sword attached to his belt… so…that must mean he was some sort of warrior? The blade looked like a katana…a samurai maybe? Who knew? Nothing was really certain at this point. Well, except for one thing… something he just realized.

"Aw fuck!.. .I'm broke…" He sighed. He couldn't get a place to stay without money, food probably isn't an option either… He'd need a way to make some cash. As he sat to think, his right hand fell upon a small pile of star-shaped leaves as his left was used to support himself. "Cash!" he thought "Cash! Cash! Cash! But how? I need money…" right as he said those last few words, he felt something tickle the palm of his right hand. He looked down at his hand to see a quick flash of light disperse. A bit of dust flew away from the pile of money that now lay on the floor…Money? MONEY! HOW? So many questions were racing through his mind… Where did the leaves go? What's this yen doing here? Was He responsible for this? What was that flash of light? Is this some sort of special abiltiy? But out of all of these, there was only one that rang true in his head.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" His voice shook for a moment as he stared in awestruck confusion at the money that lay next to him. "What…the hell?" Slowly, he reached over and grabbed the money. Still in some shock, he counted the money… 7000 yen…that wasn't bad for now. He put the money into his pocket, trying to forget this moment. Damn….he really WAS a weirdo…

"Now to get to that villa…" he thought. "But first, a quick gear check!" He moved his legs… "Legs, operational…" His arms "Yep, those are working too. I'll check the rest in detail later. Now for a little test…" He bent his legs down, preparing for a jump…when he released though….he was soaring through the sky! Higher and higher he went! Up and up, until the villa he was staring at had become a speck of dust. And then…down and down he came, constantly gaining speed. It looked like this was the REAL end!

"Idiot! You don't even know who you are yet, and you're about to DIE!" He yelled to himself in horrified panic. And then…

He landed as gently as bird.

"…Huh?" He looked himself over…completely unharmed… "..I … I… oh fuck." An odd feeling overcame him as he bent his body down and vomited on the beach. The fear he felt must have caused him to throw up.

"Ugh… whoever's responsible for all of this has a sick and twisted sense of humor."

He looked at the villa once more. With much less strength, he took a weak 'hop' in its direction, and gracefully landed on a ledge on the rocky edge of the beach. Up and up he climbed, nearing his destination.

"You know…" he thought, "This isn't so bad once you get used to it. At least getting around isn't going to be a problem..."

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17 year old Manaka Junpei was in his room that day. He and the rest of his high school friends from the "Film Studies" club had been staying at one of the Amachi family's villas in order to film their 3rd, and possibly last, movie together. They were almost done as well. After all, there was only one scene left. Although it was probably the most difficult scene of them all… the confession. The scene would be performed by a girl and a boy, said boy being Manaka. The girl that would be doing confession was someone that he had feelings for…and if she wasn't too embarrassed to do it… he wasn't sure if he could accept as acting…or as the real deal. Junpei sighed while rubbing the back of his head. His dark hair, too messy to be contained, swooshed around it's spikes around as Manaka turned over in his bed to try and get some sleep.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a sound was caught by his ears. "That sounded like the door at the main entrance… nothing in this house creaks that loudly." Without a moment's hesitation, Junpei got up off his bead and slid his room door open, carefully creeping down the halls. Just as he began to climb the stairs, his eyes caught site of the open door. "Who would be awake at this hour?" the thought continued to ring in his mind as he grew more anxious on his path down the staircase.

As he neared the first story, he couldn't help but find his breathe caught in his throat.

There it was! A figure in the doorway! His shadow could easily be made out on the floor of the main entrance area. The figure seemed to be taking slow steps in, and Manaka found himself frozen at first. He had to go warn the others! In a situation like this, he should have gone to work right away… but no matter how many alarms seemed to go off in his mind, he had the strangest feeling that everything was alright. The figure stopped. It was impossible to see in the dark, but Junpei could tell by it's form that it was looking around.

"Hmm…this doesn't look like an inn… or a public villa …no wonder there's no clerk. But this is the only place nearby, where else am I going to stay?... Ah, fuck, I'm talking to myself again…" it had a male voice… oddly enough, the figure seemed to sigh in frustration afterwards. "I really need to get out more…"

"Um… uh… e-excuse me? Is there s-something I can help you with?" Even though it seemed that this man wasn't interested in doing causing him any harm, Manaka didn't feel like taking any chances. He'd risk his ass some other day, when the sun was up and he would be carrying a bazooka.

"Eh? There's someone here after all… Um, listen, I uh… I need a place to stay. I'm not really familiar with this part of ..um.. this part of town… too well and I haven't seen any other places nearby…so I, uh… I hope you don't mind if crashed here for a while." He wasn't sure in the darkness, but it almost seemed like the figure was scratching his head.

"Um… well, I don't know…(Amachi wouldn't be happy…)"

…

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"Wait, that's it!"

Amachi had been a sort of a nemesis to him anyway, and at least in this way, he could irritate the arrogant jerk a bit further!

"You know what? I think we just might be able to make some accommodations for you…" It was impossible to see it in the darkness, but the evil grin on Junpei's face could have easily been a mile wide.

Upon hearing those words, he couldn't help but smile. "Really? Uh.. How much do I have to pay?"

"Pay? Oh, don't worry about it, you don't have to pay for anything!" It seemed to be pitch black, but for some reason, his eyes were capable of seeing very well in the dark…and he could have sworn that kid was smiling.

"S-Seriously? Yes! Sweet! Awesome!" He was jumping for joy. He stopped in his joy and turned his head to the person on the stairs. "Oh, I don't think I caught your name."

"Manaka. Manaka Junpei. And yours?"

"Uh, about that… I'm afraid I don't have one"

"What? What do you mean you don't have one?"

"Er, yeah…well, to put it simply, I can't remember who I am…" He scratched the back of his head once more.

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe we can get you a name later… for now, just sleep here on the couch…er, can you see it?"

"Yeah, I can see it just fine" He made his way towards the couch and lied down on it, instantly feeling sleepier by the second. "Thanks for letting me crash here, Manaka. G'night!"

"Yeah, Goodnigh-" Manaka found himself interrupted by a quiet but unmistakable snore "Heh, looks like he really was worn out… I should get to bed too." And with that note, Junpei returned to his room to go over the day's (and nights) events whilst trying to fall asleep. That night, his dreams were filled with many weapons of mass destruction, various torture devices and an insanely distressed Amachi, and he could not help but allow a sinister smile in his sleep.

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It was an odd feeling, you know. Waking up. Since it was the first time he could remember that he actually awoke from sleep, it felt odd, yet familiar in it's own way. This odd feeling tugged at existence, constantly poking at his consciousness, urging him to get up. Then there was that smell…such an alluring scent. It almost smelled…feminine? Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself literally face to face with a girl. In the short moment before he could react, he thought that she was quite cute, though it didn't effect him. However, once those thoughts had finished running their course, the after effects were…

"UuWwaA!"

…Not too good. They had both screamed in surprise as he backed further and further away into the couch and she took a few steps back herself. He took another short moment in the duo's current stupor to take a better look at the girl. She had short black hair, going down to about her neck line, and it curved around her face, being held up in the front by a hair pin. Her eyes were a dark sea-green, and she was dressed in casual clothing. The girl had a certain air about her, one of an independent woman. But at the moment, her nervousness was in plain view. He guessed that this was probably his fault, and it was only natural that he should try and fix things.

"Uh… Hi!" He flashed a grin to her, silly, carefree, but incredibly enticing, a grin that could easily melt away anger and make anyone else around want to smile as well.

"H-hi…" the nervousness he had previously seen in this girl was beginning to flutter away, and though she wasn't exactly grinning, a slight smile let him know that she was, more or less, comfortable with his presence.

"Who are you?" He asked. The girl paused a bit before answering.

"Sotomura Misuzu. I'm staying here at this villa with my friends. What about you? Who are you? How'd you get here? And just what the hell are you doing in this villa?" the boy flinched momentarily.

"Sheesh, this girl bites!" he thought to himself. "I, uh…-"

"He doesn't have a name" The boy from yesterday was back. Manaka had already made his way down the staircase and was at Misuzu's side.

"Manaka! Who is this guy? Did you have anything to do with this?"

"I did…" and then he grinned and motion for her to come closer. With a little hesitation, she went over to him. Whispering into her ear, he spoke "I woke in the middle of the night to find this guy in our doorway. He was looking for a place to stay, and there were no other places nearby. I thought he should stay here. Besides, I really wanna see how Amachi takes this. I hope our friend causes him hell." And with that, he giggled a bit before looking listening to Misuzu's response.

"Wah? So you're doing all of this to make Amachi go nuts, huh?" he nodded "But you still haven't told me who this guy is…"

"Oh right... about that. You see… he has amnesia. He doesn't know who he is, where he is, how he got here, or even his name. So…let's let him stay, ok?"

"Hmm…well, I'm not sure about this, but…if it'll poke at Amachi's sanity, I suppose he can stay. But he'll need a name." Manaka nodded.

"Yeah, he can't go on being nameless while he's here."

"Um, hello? Are you guys done?" Before either of the two classmates could respond, a yelp of surprise came from the catwalk above.

"Wh-who the hell is HE?" A brunette girl with an unusually larger-then-average bust was leaning far over the edge of the catwalk.

"Satsuki! Careful, you're leaning too far over the edge!" But Manaka was too late, the girl had already fallen over. Before another soul could react, the stranger had kicked himself off the couch and ran towards Satsuki's shadow, where a graceful jump and a well timed catch finished off his performance.

"Phew, I was afraid I might not have made it. Are you alright, miss?" The girl seemed a bit dazed, as did her reaction.

"Wha? Oh, yea…Kitaooji Satsuki…Age 17..how do you do?" the poor girl was still in a dazed stupor.

"Eh? Oh, er…Nameless, age unknown. Fine, thank you! How 'bout you?" He chuckled and flashed his goofy grin and the girl seemed instantly cured.

"Hey…why does it seem like I'm floating?..." Satsuki's voice had a hint of confusion in it.

"Ah! Sorry Kitaooji-san! I forgot I was carrying you, ehehe…" He quickly returned the girl to her feet and apologized over and over again for his mistake.

Meanwhile, Manaka had been watching the stranger very closely…

"That guy…when he ran after Satsuki…something in his eyes… I saw something there in them that I didn't notice before. I've seen that look somewhere before… I've seen it in movies before. It was always the look you'd see whenever the main character was in trouble. Usually, the protagonist turned out to be a hero. I've always seen that look in the eyes of heroes before, and have grown accustomed to calling them 'The eyes of a Hero.' So that's it, huh? He's a hero. Yeah… I bet he'd look good on film too. In fact…"

"He's…he's perfect" the words came out as something just above a whisper, yet Misuzu had heard it still and taken it in the wrong way.

"Is that so? Wow, I thought you to be gay many times, Manaka, but I didn't know I was right all along. So this is why you never picked any of those girls! And the rest of your ac-"

"Stop that! That's not what I meant! What I meant to say was…well, just look at him for a sec! Look at his eyes for a sec. Don't you see it? Don't you see what's there? That determination! That confident air! That self-righteous appearance, those concerned but ever-observant eyes! Can't you see it? He's like…"

"…a hero from the movies. Interesting." Thank the god's that she was as much a moviegoer as Manaka was, or else she might have never noticed it.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So… what about it? What are we supposed to do, call him a Hero?"

"Yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it."

"I see… Alright, I suppose it couldn't hurt. I just hope he doesn't have a huge ego…"

"Great, let's call him over." Manaka turned around and looked towards the soon-to-be-named Hero's direction "Hey you! We decided on what to call you!" Manaka caught Hero's attention.

"Hmm? Well, what is it?"

"How does Hero sound?" Hero raised an eyebrow.

"…"

"Well?"

"…What, are you kidding me? First off, I don't even deserve that sort of name! And for crying out loud, what the hell am I supposed to act in public with a name like that? They'd probably take me for some arrogant, egotistical ass that couldn't think of a better way of making himself look good!" Misuzu, however, stepped forward to defend the suggestion.

"Honestly, how can you say that knowing what you just did? You saved the girl from certain death! And look at your eyes, damn it, look at them!" She pointed towards a mirror wall opposite of the staircase.

"Strange, I never saw this here before…" Hero casually walked over to the mirror, keeping his eyes focused on themselves. Just as Misuzu had said, in his own eyes, he could see something. And he had felt it to, when he ran after that girl, Satsuki. In his eyes, thought they were pitch black, one could see the gleam of a blazing fire, the representation of a hero's undying flame. "Damn…she was right…but this only adds to the list of weird things about me." He sighed.

"Ok, you got me. But are you sure my name should be 'Hero'? You're going to be calling me that for as long as you know."

"Well I don't see a thing wrong with it" Manaka voiced in "You seem deserving of the name."

"Yeah, and even if you aren't, I'm sure you'll prove yourself to be in due time" this time, it was Misuzu.

"Well, if Manaka's for it, then so am I!" Satsuki decided to voice in her opinion, with a grin of course.

Taking a look around him, Hero took in the surrounding scene, a bit embarrassed at first. He sighed "Well, if you guys are sure, then I guess it's settled. I still don't know who I am, but… from this point on, I suppose you can call me Hero." His new friends had gathered around him to chat a bit before the others would wake up, and decide how they were going to introduce him. However, just as the warm welcome was starting to get really good, a loud tyrannical roar erupted in the living room. All heads turned towards the bottom of the staircase.

"WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" A tall, red headed man stood in the living room, his hair slightly spiked in all directions in a more controlled fashion. Manaka grinned at the man with an evil glint in his eyes and stepped forward a bit to wave towards the distressed newcomer.

"Hey, Amachi! Say hello to our new guest, Hero!" and thus, the chaos would soon begin…

There we go. Chapter 1, slightly re-done. I hope you like it, or like it better if you've read the first version.