A/N: Hi everyone and welcome to my first ever fanfiction. Just as a quick message, this account (Shuwazi) is not actually my own. It is borrowed from a friend, after she decided that she wished for my stories to be shared with her. Normally, I'd just email them to her but she never checks her emails so I've decided just to write them up on her account and let her find it herself. Therefore, whatever fanfiction I write pesonally shall have to initials 'KS' written at the end of every summary (KS stands for Kurai-Shuwazi).
Shuwazi, if I remember correctly, you said that your friends also give you stories to add to your account, which is another reason for the whole initials thing.
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this story, and that I'll be able to express my abilities to you as a competent writer. On another note, I'm still new to the makings of Fanfiction, so it might take awhile before I am able to work out all the settings.

Anyway, enjoy the story!
Warnings: eventual coarse language; yaoi, yuri and hentai when and where I feel appropriate; violence - I'll change the settings as I go, but for now, there's nothing that requires maturity.

On with the story!

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Prologue
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Sun Ce walked along the corridors of the Wu Castle, thoroughly annoyed and determined. He had checked everywhere, ticking off the list of places that his Master Strategist sought when the wild chatter of the brash Wu Generals finally grated upon his last nerve.

His office, his bedroom, both of the two libraries, his other unofficial office and most recently the gardens – where else was there to look?

Sun Ce frowned.

It was unlike Zhou Yu to go simply missing. He was far too serious and stern, often reprimanding them for childish antics, such as hiding. This was why Sun Ce found it so disturbing that not a single presence in the entire castle had seen a single hair of the strategist. His bright demeanour, however, meant that he could not dwell on the situation for long, turning instead to seek some other form of companionship.

'I'll just force him to hang out with me double the next time I see him,' Sun Ce thought, retreating back along the corridor he just came through. 'Maybe then I can guilt trip him into sparring with me more often. His fighting skills are gonna get saggy if he doesn't come out of his room at least once in a while.'

It was with these thoughts that Sun Ce ventured off into the training grounds, where a stunning display of aerial combat was taking place between Gan Ning and Lu Xun. Well, aerial in the sense that the two opponents seemed unable to keep their feet upon the ground, defying gravity for all it was worth.

Lu Xun wheeled off into a backwards somersault, just as Gan Ning leapt into the air with his sword outstretched. Landing back on his feet, Lu Xun twisted sharply, barely managing to avoid the Sea Master that came flying his way. On instinct, he brought up his Falcon daggers, crashing them down swiftly on the heavy sword, before vaulting into another complex spin, gracefully touching the ground as Gan Ning swung back to meet him head-on.

Along with Sun Ce himself, other spectators of this cart-wheeling performance included Sun Shang Xiang, Lu Meng, Taishi Ci, Ling Tong, Da Qiao and Huang Gai from a far distance.

The first to greet him was his wife.

"Oh, Sun Ce," Da Qiao smiled, before turning her attention back to the fighting pair. "They are quite a match, aren't they?"

"You can say that again!" Sun Shang Xiang responded before Sun Ce had a chance to comment. "I can't wait until I get a shot! It's been ages since I've had a good sparring match."

True to her word, she was bouncing up and down energetically, staring at the fight with a sense of longing, weapon clutched in her hands. The Sol Chakrams glinted in the sunlight, the shining blades curved to an almost malicious extent.

Sun Ce chuckled, uncaring as to who heard his laughter.

"You should be careful with yourself, sis," he said, a cheeky smiling gracing his tanned features. "If you fight too much, your bones are gonna get all old and weak, and then I'll have an old woman as a younger sister!"

Her response was to stick her tongue at him, eyes glancing back at the fight.

Gan Ning was just about to take a winning shot, slamming the hilt of his sword down upon Lu Xun's shoulders. He brought the sword above his head, ready to speak the winning declaration when the young boy suddenly shot out from underneath him. Startled, Gan Ning slacked his grip, appropriately surprised when two nimble hands found themselves on his shoulders and a body flipped above him, forcing his body downwards under the pressure. Cursing audibly, he turned as fast as he could to reinstate his advantage, but too late. One of Lu Xun's twin Falcon daggers landed on his shoulder, twisted so that the blade lined with his neck.

If anyone had been counting, they would have noticed that five seconds had passed, just long enough to tell everyone who the winning officer was.

Lu Xun's Falcon daggers withdrew themselves from his neck.

"I thank you for the match, Gan Ning," Lu Xun said courteously, a smile lighting up his charming face when the fight was over and he emerged victorious.

Gan Ning shrugged, picking himself off the floor and dusting away whatever filth had came upon his pants during the spar.

"Don't get confident," he said, teasingly, though the warning note at the back of the words was too easily clear. "This victory will be your first and only."

Lu Xun only continued smiling, looking up at the taller man with bright golden eyes that made Gan Ning want to beat him up (for winning) and ruffle his auburn hair (for winning) at the same time.

"I highly doubt that."

Ling Tong's comment turned heads with the ex-pirate making a low growl in his throat.

"You got something to say?" Gan Ning challenged.

"Nothing no one already knows," Ling Tong replied airily, flicking his hair over his shoulder while keeping his voice impassionate. Except for the smugness, that was always there when Ling Tong clashed with Gan Ning.

"What's that suppose to mean? You got a problem; you take it like a real man and face it out on the battlefield!"

Ling Tong's only reaction was to roll his eyes at the ex-pirate, standing lazily while everyone stared at the interaction, amusement unhidden on their faces.

"If I did take my problem out on the battlefield, then your ass would be whipped in two seconds flat."

"Yeah right, like you could do anything to the Great Gan Ning! I'd wipe you out with a single strike and send you away crying like a baby! Then we'll see who has what to say! Come on, I dare ya!"

Gan Ning immediately assumed an offensive position as the last challenge left his mouth.

Ling Tong smirked, no doubt expecting the inevitable to happen. Just as he was about to charge into attack, his nunchakus spinning in dizzyingly fast circles to his sides, a high-pitched voice called out.

"Aw, that's so unfair! You've already had your turn, Gan Ning! Give someone else a shot! It's seriously not funny seeing you get kicked up twice in a day!"

"Shut up, Sun Shang Xiang!"

Nonetheless, Gan Ning lowered his arms in surrender, turning to face his rival.

"You're lucky that the Princess of Whiners saved your butt today," Gan Ning said. "But don't think you'll be safe for long."

"Believe in whatever you want to, buccaneer, but the best fighter is obviously me. But I guess I'll just have to give you an ass-whipping to get that information stuck into your thick head."

Gan Ning gave another low growl in the direction of his rival as Sun Shang Xiang stepped into the outlines of the training grounds, ignoring the mocking title given to her by Gan Ning.

"So, who wants to go against me?" Sun Shang Xiang asked, looking at the number of faces that surrounded the sparring arena.

Lu Xun and Lu Meng were talking to each other, with Lu Xun asking about his performance to the older man; Gan Ning and Ling Tong were still glaring daggers at each other; Da Qiao sat prettily on the outside bench, no weapon in hand; Taishi Ci and Huang Gai appeared to be in deep conversation about the weapons and favourability of each one.

Only her brother was left.

"Okay, Sun Ce! I choose to stand against you!" Sun Shang Xiang proclaimed.

Eyes flickered over to the tall woman as she declared her choice in sparring partner. Sun Ce raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that, sis? Last time I fought against you, Father came and started yelling my ear off. I was deaf for half the night!"

"But that was when I was young! I can take care of myself now, thanks. Come on, don't tell me that you're scared to take on your own sister?"

Sun Shang Xiang's taunt seemed to have worked its magic.

"What, me scared? Of you? No way; never! You'd better brace yourself, sis, I ain't gonna be going easy on you for that last line!"

Happily annoyed, Sun Ce ran leisurely over to the weapon storeroom, reappearing in the battle courts with his Overlord and prepared to kick anyone's butt. Even his sister's, now that he was hyped up and ready to go.

The fight lasted for about three and a half minutes, before swiftly turning into a game of tag, weapons discarded and left useless on the floor.

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Exhausted and dying for breath, the young Lord of Wu and his sister ducked through the many passageways of the castle, their continuing game of tag still not yet at its end. Currently, Sun Ce was 'It'.

Finally Sun Shang Xiang collapsed on the stone floor, cheeks blushing pure red from exertion.

"Okay, I…give up!" she said, fanning herself with her hand as she fought to cool herself down.

"I…know!" Sun Ce appeared to be having an equally hard breathing. Just then, his stomach growled loudly, reminding him of his current lack of food.

"Dinnertime!"

Sun Ce walked off joyfully, ready to stuff his mouth full of whatever tasteful delicacies had been prepared in the kitchens. His sister fell in stride with him.

"You know I'll win next time, right?" Sun Shang Xiang asked turning at the next corner, though keeping her eyes fully trained on her brother. Sun Ce's eyes lit up at the thought of another competition and smirked.

"Who do you think will make it to the hall first?" Sun Ce asked cautiously.

"No doubt me – I'm a faster runner," his sister replied, mind already picking up on whatever idea her over-active brother had. Sun Ce nodded.

"First to touch the dinner table wins."

The words had not even flown properly out of his mouth before he was off and running, Sun Shang Xiang following close behind. He skidded to a stop at the sharp turn, almost colliding with the wall. Picking up his pace again in a sprint, he opted to leave Sun Shang Xiang behind in the dust. As the door to the dining came into his line of vision, he was forced to slow to a stop, before completely bypassing the door in his over-energetic nature. Sun Shang Xiang still had not caught up to him yet.

He slid the door opened and rammed it aside with a more-than-necessary amount of power. Immediately, his morning predicament came back to him.

Looking up at him was every other Wu General beside himself and his sister. Except one.

Zhou Yu.

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A/N: So what do you think? I know that there isn't much of a plotline happening yet, but general comments would be appreciated. Please review if you feel that this story is worthy of attention, but that choice is up to you. I won't abandon this story due to lack of reviews.

So what do you think, Shuwazi? Good enough to be accepted as part of your account?