Hi there! I'm Starscreamxmegs! I have an account on Deviantart and its the same name. Unfortunately, my account on there is down and I can't upload anything. I'm really sad... :(
But I'll be uploading my stories on here so you guys can read them! :) So please enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction that combines many universes together into one. I don't own Naruto, TFP, TF, SA, Keroro Gunso, Sengoku Basara, Inuyasha, Kuroshitsuji... and some other stuff in later chapters. I don't own anything, I'm not that rich.
This is going to have many chapters, so don't turn your back on me please!
This story does have some mature stuff, like blood here and there. There isn't sex in here and there is some swearing in later chapters, I'm letting you know.
KK, now please read! :)
Prologue { Shiroyuki }
The flaring rouge eyes burn straight the blackness, creating an eerie glow. I stand in the swirling tornado, fear digging painfully into my very depths as I held no control to escape its gaze. I have no choice but to stare back. I am not in control of this world.
Flashbacks of my past come back to haunt me as I look deep into the infrared. I see images of myself enduring excruciating punishments from my captors. I am a bound, blood raining from my wrists and feet where the chains held me fast, blow after blow, more of my precious life source trickles down. My captors continue to torture my frame, with more insults and snide comments to try and aggravate my pride as a Shinobi. Severely weak, I force myself not to react, attempting to save what little energy I have within my frail body to fight in the next match. 'I must fight for my life... I have to get back... To Momma... A-And Papa...'
I awaken screaming and unsheathe my katana, Sora to Raiden. I gasp repeatedly and clasp my chest, but after looking around my darkened room I feel relieved. I sigh loudly and return my trusted blade back within its housing, then lay back down softly against my pillow but do not close my eyes. The memories return, cycling around with jumbled voices, shrieks, wails, endless fighting, and... Cheering. I look to my left and check what my alarm clock says what ridiculous hour I've woken up at this time.
"Argh...! 2:16 in the morning!" I angrily face-palm myself. I remove my hand and stare blankly at the ceiling. It's been 11 years since my village was destroyed and taken prisoner to America, where I was forced along with many other children to fight each other for the amusement of the TV watchers, believing it was all staged and fake, but every second was real. Painfully real.
When the government stepped in, we were all set free and the lucky surviving children were given the option to return to Japan or become a citizen of America and live in one of the states, transportation, schooling, and housing free for life. I was so badly hurt and traumatized, I decided to remain here in the USA. We were held captive for so long in North Dakota, I thought all the inhabitants of my village were dead so there wasn't anything to return back to, I decided to move to Jasper, Nevada, a quiet and small town, perfect for giving my life a second chance to live again.
I still have a few more hours before I have to get ready for class in the morning. I forcefully shut my eyes before rolling lazily onto my side, and went back to sleep.
This is the first chapter! I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me how you liked it! ^^