Hey guys! This is TheCrazyPeople here! How have you all been? I felt like my first fanfic was crap, so I'll try and make it up in this one! (I hope...) Now, I'm using a different form of a plan, so let's hope this thing works... Also, thank you so much, a mysterious person, (I actually know who the person is, it's just I don't know if they want their name to be in this, because I respect people's privacy) for commenting on my first fanfic and you gave me really good constructive criticism and it was exactly what I was thinking. I think it was because I was afraid to go into too much detail, but this is why I'm writing a second fanfic.

Now, for some ground rules. I don't have an official couple for this story, but if there is enough people saying they want an official couple, then let it be so. And this is an AU-like story because people actually lived in events where they would be actually dead. So be warned. Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own crap, so the Samurai Warriors series belong to the graces of someone else's hands. (Luckily :p)

Prologue

"W-what..? W-why...?" murmured a small, quiet voice that echoed in the distance. Young Nanami Mizu was only fifteen, and she had already been forced to join Hideyoshi's army, which made her nervous and overall, she was just panicking. "I-I don't understand... Am I dishonorable to my people?" she thought she wasn't too offending or dishonorable. Yes, her weird top WAS a chopped off half of a kimono essentially, and she did wear a really short skirt, but nothing TOO showing...

"It's nothing about being dishonorable or not, Nanami," her mother explained. "It's just that... You need to go out in the world and find your dreams, and to show your true colors," Nanami's deep and dark magenta eyes flashed with hurt, and immediately she began to think.

"What does she mean? Am I hopeless? Intolerable?" her mother laughed at how Nanami would zone out every time she panicked on the inside about what everyone said about her and would think for ten minutes trying to come up with a solution; only to waste those ten minutes of her life.

"Don't worry, Nanami," snapping the petite girl out of her trance, "All we want is for you to experience the world for yourself... And to find a husband," her mother joked. Nanami relaxed at what her mother said, but didn't when she noticed that everything was neat and tidy; how the fruit bowl was nice and shiny, to how the shoes in the cabinetry were nicely placed; it only meant one thing.

"W-well, I guess I'll try..." spoke Nanami, as she played with her silky yet, wavy blue hair. Nanami was never good with words; her brain couldn't think on the same wave length as her mouth, and she would usually say something really stupid while trying to explain herself. That's one of the main reasons why she has an anxiety for speaking. It was also why she couldn't open up to anyone; she just couldn't explain her feelings and soul!

"(knock, knock)" Like a cat reacting to noise, Nanami sat up straight immediately and zoned out into her thinking, leaving her mother to inch her way to the door, considering she was quite weak.

"(sigh) That Nanami..."

On the other side of the door, two men arrived from a large distance away and stood; one taller than the other, waiting for an answer for the door.

The taller and more built one was tapping his golden boot on the stoned floor, his aristocrat-like clothes flowing in the wind, with his strange headdress suit to follow. Pinching the bridge of his nose like the frustrated and impatient man that he was, he said, "Why did Hideyoshi tell us to retrieve a girl out of all people...? I bet she isn't even worth it,"

"Oh, relax, Mitsunari," said a young boy-like man, who wore strategist clothing and a small, round, yellow hat that symbolized his immaturity and youth. He slapped the now-to-be identified Mitsunari, and noticed just how small the house that they had arrived at was. "My, my, have you noticed how cramped the inside space must be?"

"I guess... Hanbei-" he mumbled, and suddenly straightened his back and shut his mouth as soon Nanami's mother opened the door.

"Sorry for the delay, boys... I've gotten weak ever since that accident... (sigh) Come now," she lead the two men through the cramped hall to the living room, where Nanami had landed back from her own mind and was sitting at the round table quietly, waiting. "This is my daughter, Nanami,"

Nanami stood to give a deep bow, causing her long hair to really show how long it was. It was straight down her back, and it flowed perfectly down with no tangles or anything.

"I-It is a p-privilege to meet you," she was so nervous, she would vomit right on the spot, but she had more self-regulation than that. "I-I am honored t-that..." her mouth had run dry. She couldn't find the right words for anything today. Or any day in that fact.

"That Lord Hideyoshi has chosen her to be a part of his army," her mother said, finishing her sentence.

Giving a worried face, Mitsunari politely sat down at the table, and Hanbei, who was the other, followed.

"We have a few things to discuss, ma'am..."

So? How was the prologue? I don't know if I did a good job at all, but I think this was fun to write. So, I need feedback. I have a small idea of where the story could go, but maybe a few suggestions will help. Please, read and review for me! (I need the advice)

Question of the Day (A new thing for this story) : For all of the Professor Layton fans out there, (which I am one) are you sad that the Professor Layton series ends with the new game, "Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy"? (That was the official news, I think. Correct me if I'm wrong)

See you guys next time!