Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own Yoroiden Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors... baka Shuu/Kento didn't hold up his end of the bargain. You hear me, Shuu! No sandwich for you! =P

Yoroiden Samurai Troopers:
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Child of SaberStryke
A Miss Chang Po Production 3

~*~ Prologue ~*~

The last thing he remembered was being chased by a band of youjas. He had only gotten so far before they had shot him with an arrow. He slowly reached to his side to find that the arrow and been replaced with cotton bandages. That was not the only thing that had been changed. He was no longer in the forest, but in a shrine of some sort laying on a small, but soft cot.
Remember the cause for his predicament, he reached to his side and felt around him. His hand soon fell upon a long, thin object, wrapped in cloth - its identity concealed. He let out a sigh of relief and let his hand fall to his side.
"Where am I?" he voiced aloud. Finding no answer, he forced himself up and walked to the door in hopes of getting a look at his surroundings. Upon reaching the door, he gasped in astonishment.
The scenery was far more beautiful than anything he was accustomed to. The shrine he was in was surrounded by large, lush red and green leafed trees. The grounds were paved evenly with maroon colored stones and lined with flowers. But, that was not what had caught his attention.
Standing amidst all this beauty was a young woman. She had pale skin and dark, ebony hair. She wore a brown pants and a white tunic tied with a string. Barefoot she stood in the middle of all this splendor, practicing some sort of sword play. Her clear blue eyes were not focused on him, but fully on the kata she was currently performing.
Being a master swordsman himself, he was mystified by the grace by which the young woman was performing with.
"Truly beautiful..." he whispered.
Finally taking notice of her audience, the young woman turned her heads towards him. She smiled a greeting and started to make her way towards him. Being a gentlmen, he in turn made the attempt to meet her halfway. However, once he took a step forward, the world around him started to spin, forcing him to lean on a nearby pillar for support.
The young woman let out a gasp and rushed towards him, helping him up. Looking up at her, he could see the concern in her eyes.
She began to speak to him, but he could not make any sense of the words coming out of her mouth. Was he so weak and delirious that to him she was speaking gibberish, or did he genuinely not understand her?
"Matte..." he said, "I don't understand what you're saying..."
The young woman blinked. For a moment he was afraid she didn't understand him either. However, the young woman smiled. "Forgive me," she said. He could understand her now! "For a moment I thought you were European. Gomen nasai."
He only smiled. "No forgiveness is needed for such a beautiful creature." he said. "I thank you for helping me. I am eternally in your debt."
"A debt which such a handsome creature such as you need not pay." the young woman returned with a smile.
'By the Gods, she has a beautiful smile!' he thought to himself. Then, exhaustion began to overtake him once again. "Tell me, where am I?" he asked wearily, feeling incredibly relaxed in the woman's arms.
"You are in Kyoto, Japan." she answered, helping him to his feet. She was very strong for one so delicate-looking. "We should get you back inside. You need a lot more rest so that you can recuperate... not that I wouldn't mind you staying for a while."
The rest of her sentence, unfortunately, had gone unheard by him. Fighting off the urge to collapse, he forced himself back towards the entrance of the shrine. Remembering the package he had carried all of this way with him he thought, "Kyoto... gateway to the mortal world... they will never think to look for us here."

~*~ End of Prologue ~*~

Author's Notes:

Miss Chang Po: Yes! Yet another fanfic that probably won't be finished for quite some time! ::laughs haughtily:: Don'cha just love it? Believe me, I've got millions more. Anywho, whaddya guys think of this one so far? Love it, hate it, don't care?

Wufei: Why do you even bother to ask? How can they think anything of it when it hasn't even revealed anything about the story yet?

Miss Chang Po: That's good, 'cuz it wasn't supposed to. It's supposed to wet their curiousity.

Wufei: ::quirks and eyebrow::

Miss Chang Po: Keep reading and responding to all my fics, minna! Ja for now!