Chapter 1

I DO NOT own 9 or Ginga Nagaraboshi Gin/Densetsu Weed! All rights belong to their original owners.

Also, just to list the cast, here they are:

9=Weed

8=Moss

7=John

6=Tesshin
5=Jerome

3&4=Ken & Kagetora

2=Akatora

1=Kurojaki

Almost the rest of the dogs are dead. And, just so you know, I also compared the dolls' personalities with the dog's, trying to see which character's personalities would compare and match with each other.

Anyway, that's the basic set up. I hope you all have a good read! Please review!

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Sweat poured down from Oroshi Yuki's pale face as he struggled to fasten the last collar on one of nine dogs in front of him. Two of them were German Shepherds – one black and lightly cream with iron grey markings on his snout and under his eyes while the other was the standard black and beige coloring. One of them was a large brown English Mastiff with a black muzzle and scars on said muzzle and his right elbow. The fourth and fifth were another pale grey Kai-Ken and a reddish-brown Great Dane with two scars raking horizontally across his right eye. Two Shikoku dogs – a large black one with one eye and an iron grey colored with a white underbelly (both males) – stood together like father and son. Finally, a strangely blue colored Akita with a literal Tiger-Stripe pattern titled is head in confusion at Oroshi's worried-stricken face as soon as he had strapped and buckled the last collar onto said Tora-Ge puppy.

"My dogs," Oroshi breathed, his voice coming out in rasp due to the panic that filled his heart. "No, my friends, all nine of you will be entrusted with keeping the rest of both humanity and dog-kind alike alive."

He looked at the black Shikoku, picking up a scythe from the floor and gently prying the black dog's mouth open. As soon as the mouth had closed down on the wooden part of the scythe, Oroshi gazed into the black dog's eyes. "Kurojaki #1," he whispered, "you will be the one to lead the rest of this last remaining dog resistance to victory."

Oroshi glanced down at the red Kai-Ken's collar, reading it out loud, "Akatora #2. Your bravery and fearlessness will also be of great help in helping your friends gather up their courage in themselves."

The elderly man looked over at the grey Kai-Ken and the scarred Great Dane. "With your guys' teamwork," he whispered, "I have no doubt that you'll be able to overcome any challenge given to you – Ken #3 and Kagetora #4."

Oroshi gladly hugged the black and cream German Shepherd in his arms, whispering to him, "You've always been one of my best dogs – loyal, skilled, and brave. Such three words can be no better to describe you, Jerome #5. I hope you will aid my greatest ally in his needs for strength, skill, and speed."

Yuki then faced the iron grey Shikoku, smiling with pride. "Hello, my old friend," he said, gently scratching the grey dog on the head. "May your Ninja-skills and calm mind be of great need in the war that's about to come, Tesshin #6."

"John #7," Yuki chuckled, "I hope to God that you – my dear friend – will be able to control that temper of yours. But you're still one of my favorite dogs."

The man's emerald eyes gazed with awe at the large English Mastiff, gently placing a hand on his bulky shoulders. He chuckled softly. "Built as a bull, Moss #8," he told the Mastiff, "and just as scary."

Oroshi finally glanced at the blue Tora-Ge Akita, smiling. "And the one who will bring back peace to all," he whispered, gazing deeply into the Akita's eyes. "Weed #9. Your kind heart and sense of justice will be rewarding to the fate of all humanity and canine-kind. May you ever be the merciful, yet brave and skilled little pup you are."

Every single one of the dogs was paralyzed with a serum that would cause them to sleep for a period of roughly three months. But in those three months, humanity and the rest of all dogs would be nearly extinct . . . and there would only be these nine brave dogs to guard the future of what was sure to come.

Before Oroshi could move even an inch, there was a loud CRASH of glass from behind him. A massive shape of tan mane blew by the human, almost seemingly in the blink of an eye. A blur was the only thing to be seen before a scream of agony echoed throughout the lab, blood streaked the white walls and coats, and gore was revealed in Oroshi's bald head. A loud triumphant bloodthirsty roar could be heard from miles away as the tan shape instantly left the scene before it, never noticing the nine dogs it had left alive . . .

What do you guys think so far?