(Words in 'italics/slant' are spoken in Japanese. 'bold' are spoken in Engrish. Words in normal font are spoken in that character's mother tongue) Got it? I hope it doesn't get confusing :S

Prologue

Year 1590 Japan

"Masamune-sama! What are you doing out there? It's pouring!" Kojuuro yelled over the storm from the porch. He was shocked, catching Masamune standing under the heavy rain and staring up at the sky, dazed. It's about 2am! What the hell was he doing up this late?

"Did you see it?" Masamune asked casually, almost unheard over the storm. Eyes still fixated above, his white yukata all soaked.

Kojuuro frown with even more confusion as he searched the stormy sky. He saw nothing but lightning and black sky. He looked back at Masamune, all wet and dazed, and sighed in exasperation. Keeping up with his lord's eccentricities was becoming tiresome. "Masamune-sama! Please come back inside! You will catch a cold!"

Date Masamune turned towards Kojuuro, glancing at the sky for the last time. "It's gone now. You missed it...", he said in slight frustration. Walking back towards his retainer, his eyes narrowed in thought.

"I'm very sure you were just dreaming. And if you ever thought you saw something in the sky again, looking through the window should suffice in a storm."

"It's not a dream, Kojuuro. Someone will be coming tomorrow..." He stopped and turned his head sideways towards the retainer. "Be prepared." Walking past Kojuuro, he trailed rainwater all the way to his room.

Kojuuro rubbed his temples and sighed as he headed in to get a towel. Maybe he should stop Masamune from drinking too much sake at night...

Chapter 1: Time Portal

Year 2012 America

I was having the worst day of my life today... Dean broke up with me because I accidentally killed his cat. It was the worse fight we ever had. 3 years of our relationship, gone just like that. Over a stupid cat... I curled up on the couch, too traumatized to even shed a tear.

But I knew we were already falling apart. Slowly but surely, Dean was slipping away from me as time goes by. It just wasn't fair, especially when I looked back at how happy we were last time. I buried my head in the pillow, tears threatening to come.

My self pity was interrupted when, Arnold, my childhood friend and prodigy, walked in with a strange sleek machine. Oh great... another one of his inventions. He just stood at the front door that was open and grinned. It was that grin that had me worried at times. It means he was going to go all 'lab rat' on me with his inventions and it usually ends up horribly. The last time, he flashed me with a blinding light that was supposedly for wiping out my memory. I suffered from temporary blindness instead that lasted 3 hours.

"Not now, Arnold..." I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

He noticed my distress and his grin faltered slightly, "Fought with Dean again?"

I snorted "Scruffy died from strawberries... Cute huh?"

"Oh you didn't know?" he said nonchalantly and looked at the plate of strawberries on the table. Arnold didn't like cats so he was unfazed by the death of that adorable furball.

"I'm never told... How did you know?"

"I thought it's something that Dean would tell everyone. I mean, he just won't shut up about that cat. Loved it more than he ever loved you." He looked at the foam on the floor, Scruffy was last seem foaming in the mouth at that spot. Arnold must have already guessed that. "I think he's never going to forgive you for this..."

My heart cringed and I glared at him. "Wow thanks a lot Arnold. That makes me feel so much better!"

"C'mon, I know what will cheer you up" he held up his cylindrical device and turned it on, emitting a dull buzzing of energy. He keyed in some buttons and toggled a switch, generating a louder buzz. I stare fearfully at it, expecting the worse based on previous experiences with Arnold's gadgets. This one looks similar to the gun from "Portal". Well it's no surprise it's designed that way, that was his favourite game.

"No! I'm not gonna be part of your experiment again! I'm not in the mood for hospital food"

"But it's a time and travel portal gun! Notice the "and"? Meaning it also changes your coordinates! It's dual function! This time it'll work, I swear. And hey, if you're so worried I'll go first okay" he shot out a purple ray towards the wall, causing me to squeal and await some form of explosion. He's not hesitant at all, as usual. Fortunately, instead of explosions, the wall formed some sort of spiral pattern with an aura of energy surrounding it. The purple portal is formed and still spiraling as if it would suck anything that goes near it.

Arnold stepped confidently forward towards the purple energy and I panicked, "Arnold! If you die-"

"Trust me it's fine! Look, I'll come back alive with souvenirs from Japan 500 years ago! Just wait and see" he stepped inside before I could say anything else and the spiral projected forward and enveloped him. Suddenly, it started pulling everything in and I screamed as the strong force rapidly sucked me into the portal. Everything was so fast that I didn't have a chance to resist, in just a second I find myself surrounded by blinding white light. My body felt suspended in the air, floating. My ears were ringing, the pressure in my head increasing. I started blacking out the moment I couldn't breathe. And then blackness...

I woke up with a start, feeling someone shaking the living daylights out of me. It was that stupid Arnold that sucked me into this mess... Literally. "Hally wake up! You need to tell these people not to kill us!"

Spears and swords surrounded us, pointed at our heads, wielded by Japanese soldiers clad in blue. Their leader, I assume, stood out among them with a long crescent moon on his helmet and an eye patch on his right eye. His small remaining eye glared intensely at me with its grey hue, making me cringe.

"Who do you serve, Americans?" the leader questioned us with a deep slurred tone. The last English word surprised me a little. Luckily I know Japanese, being an American Japanese mix, or else Arnold and I would be dead for sure. Though I'm not sure if we would still be spared even though I could communicate with them. I looked at the leader's helmet… I knew this man, at least I've read about him, the one-eyed dragon warlord with the crescent moon on his helmet. Date Masamune, an admirable warlord historian who was very influential during this time, the 1500s, right? So it matters a lot who he is, we need him to not think we're threats.

"We're not enemies" I spoke in Japanese. "We're simply... tourists that got lost" that sounded unconvincing... I smiled nervously, never being a smooth liar, even if my life depended on it now. I can see that they didn't buy it and sighed. "Okay fine, we're from the future, we traveled back 500 years from the future," I said bluntly, feeling stupid. But what else to say besides the truth? I'm sure they wouldn't believe anything I say now.

I bit my lip as I watched Date Masamune's reaction. He seemed to ponder for a minute, as if considering to believe me. This extraordinary excuse seems more believable to him, given that the futuristic looking portal device was still with us, along with the couch and the lamp... and everything from the living room, actually. Everything got sucked into that portal. The men were curiously eyeing my furniture, never lowering their weapons. Lord Date still kept his eyes on me with an intense glare, unreadable, but oddly lacking surprise…

The warlord smirked amusedly "Future, huh?" he turned around on his horse, his back to us, "Bring them in as guests and carry their objects into their rooms. I have a fight to settle before dealing with these... "tourists".." and just like that he rode off with the rest of the soldiers, leaving behind 6 men to escort us and carry our things to a... castle, I assume? I sighed in relief, at least they're not planning to kill us... I think.

The sudden kind treatment was very unexpected. At least we weren't going to be executed. And the luckiest scenario I expected was imprisonment. But it oddly seemed like Mr. Masamune here was expecting us all along. I wonder why...

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note: Thanks for reading. This is my first fic, and I need help with my writing style. It still feels like such a mess when I read this again. I hope it isn't too slow. I'll try to change what I should. Reviews are much appreciated, I'd like honest criticisms to help push me to the right direction and improve this story. I'm an amateur aspiring writer, you see? So I'd like to be better at storytelling. And writing... oh god... the writing :(

And oh look, a Portal reference XD It's a pretty cool game. And the Men In Black reference too, almost forgot about that! Man, I'm an idea stealer... Planning to add in more references from another game! Not gonna tell you what yet. ;) Stay with me guys.