Legendary Armor Samurai Trooper: Dream Arc

Chapter 1

By: Mia Yagyu

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys or any of the other characters that originally aired on Samurai Troopers. I do own the concept of all the other characters, except Mariko (she belongs to Summoner Hirelena)

Warnings: Mild Language

A/N: This is in the Samurai Trooper world, not Ronin Warriors. This story is a remake of In a Dream, originally posted by me.

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Spring….

Most referred to it as a time where love blossomed, others believed that it was a time for motivation; the rest however, took it as a time for a peace and relaxation. Since the sakura trees were in full bloom, it was a common spot to find high school students skipping, finding a place away from the chaos inside the four walls.

"Mou…Alana! Are you here again?!"

Well, that was at least one student's point of view, until her friend woke her up. The afternoon was shining almost directly into the girl's face, causing her to cup her hand around her brown eyes to block it out. But, thanks to her friend's silver colored hair, the effort was pretty much futile, "Your hair is too damn shiny, Mari!" The girl groaned before she grabbed a handful of fallen blossoms and threw them at the other girl, "Go away!"

The other girl, Camui Mariko – an amateur DJ who was a favorite at a lot of the local clubs, furrowed her eyebrows together as she batted the thrown blossoms away from her, "Thank you! I take that as a compliment!" She laughed, "And no, I won't go away. Kusanagi-sensei is going to kill you if he finds you over here instead of in his class, Morimiea Alana-chan," Mariko stated as she reached out her hand to the girl on the ground.

Alana glared at her friend, crossing her arms over her chest, "I don't really care what Kusanagi-sensei does. I can't stand his class," She protested as she threw her nose up in the air in mock defiance. Alana knew that she needed Kusanagi-sensei's class to pass on towards graduation; it was just so incredibly boring. But, before Alana could protest any more, she was forcefully pulled to her feet by her friend, her long blonde hair falling out of its ponytail. Alana glared at Mariko as she pulled her hair back again.

"Well, you can apologize to him after lunch. Right now, Haven and the others are waiting for us in our usual outdoor spot," Mariko pointed out, "Unless you think that Jisa-"

Alana snorted, "He can kiss my ass. I haven't heard from him since he transferred schools a few months ago," There was a hint of bitterness to her voice, but Alana did her best to disguise it, "So, what's stopping me from doing a bit of 'watching' with my friends?" Plus, there was particular prey she wanted to see more than anything. Even though Alana did not know him personally, just his presence seemed to be a comfort - for some odd reason. She grabbed her bag and walked passed to her friend, who looked at her wearily, "What?! Let's just go!"

Mariko shook her head, her shoulder-length silver pigtails dancing around her head, and followed her friend. Alana did not have a good 'poker face' when it came to her feelings. Mariko knew that Alana was hurt over her previous boyfriend's lack of communication, but Mariko also knew that Alana was dealing with it in her own stubborn ways.

"Look what the silver cat drug in!"

"It's about time…"

Mariko and Alana looked over to see two girls sitting on a bench on the other side of the front of the school. Alana clicked her tongue and ran over to the girls, burying her knuckles in each of their shoulders, "Nice to see you too, Tokiji Sora and Yoshidani Haven!" She responded back, setting down next to them on the concrete edge of the floral bed, "Where's Yolei?"

One would not believe that Yoshidani Haven was a top kendo competitor in the district by just looking at her. Her long raven colored hair fell down her back in layers, framing her face and accenting her emerald colored eyes, "She had an emergency meet with the gourmet club," Haven responded after clicking her tongue and rubbing her shoulder.

"Yea, a member dropped out of their competition for health reasons, so the club is scrambling to cover for him," Tokiji Sora, a light brown haired girl that happened to be a high-ranking kyūdōka at her dojo, responded before lightly punching Alana back.

Alana laughed before opening her small bento, "Well, we'll just have to tell her about all the fun that she missed," She remarked, shoving a piece of food in her mouth.

"Oooh, and the eyecandy…" Mariko pointed out as her eyes drifted to a group of guys that had just walked out of the front of the school. Alana and the other girls stopped as they watched the group of five boys that walked out of the school. The boy with dark black hair and tiger-ish blue eyes caught Alana's dark brown eyes. In that split second, his eyes seemed as if they could see right through to her soul. But, as he quickly turned away from her, something round fell out of his pocket, unnoticed. Alana quickly got up, and grabbed it.

It was a round glass-like ball, but there was some energy that seemed to entrance Alana as she continued to stare at it. Then she remembered that she kept a similar ball in the small pocket in her skirt. It was another thing that seemingly gave her comfort. This had to be just as precious to him as the one Alana held was to her. Alana reluctantly tore her eyes away from it and walked up behind the group of boys, "Excuse me," She quietly approached the black haired boy; almost scared they would see and begin to laugh at her nervousness, "You dropped this," She held out the small glass ball to him.

"Good going, Ryo!" The heavier set boy teased, nudging the black haired boy.

Alana watched as the black haired boy's blue eyes widen before nodding, "Yes," He responded, a small smile playing on his lips as the glass ball dropped back into his hand, "Thank you, that means a lot," He nodded again.

The boy's smile was contagious; Alana soon found herself smiling, even though she felt the intense stares from the blonde and the blue haired boys standing to the left of the black haired boy in front of her, "You know, the weird thing is," as Alana reached in her pocket to pull out her glass ball, she felt the whole atmosphere around her become intense, even the blue eyes of the boy in front of her held a watchful glance. Alana ignored it and pulled out the little purple glass ball in her pocket, "I have one just like it. I thought it was rare keepsake though."

All five of their eyes widened as they stood there shocked, "Where did you get that from, miss, if I may ask?" The sandy brown haired boy asked, walking over to her.

Alana turned her head to that she could see Mariko's amber eyes death glaring at her, which was all she needed to regain her composure before responding back to the boy, "Mori Shin, is it?" Alana asked, turning back to look at the boy just to see him nod, "I'm actually not sure. I had a really restless night of sleep, I kept dreaming of things from a distant past. When I woke up the next morning, this was sitting next to my bed," She recalled, putting a finger to her lips, "I thought it was just because I was up late doing work for my feudal history class, but I kept having similar dreams the rest of the month."

"How long has it been since then?"The blonde boy asked her.

Alana paused, "About three months? The tips of my fingers have also gotten ridiculously cold since I've gotten the ball, but the nurse says I'm crazy," She admitted, rubbing the back of her head, "Wouldn't surprise me though if I am," She quietly admitted.

"Morimiea Alana, was it?" The black haired boy stepped forward, a smile lighting his face. Alana's brown eyes widened as a faint blush painted her face. She nodded, which encouraged him to lightly bow, "I'm Sanada Ryo. Can you actually do me a favor?"

Alana's hands wrapped around the glass ball in her hands and pulled it to her chest, "I'm not giving it to you. It's been a source of comfort for me," She responded, her brown eyes narrowed, as she took a step back.

Mori-kun laughed, putting a hand on Ryo's shoulder, "You have to excuse him, Morimiea-san, words aren't Ryo's specialty. What he wants know is if you would be willing to stop by our place, right outside of Tokyo. Our landlady, Yagyu Nastè, knows a lot about these types of orbs. She could probably give you some answers about yours?" He reassured her, "Right, Ryo?" Mori-kun nudged Sanada-kun.

Alana relaxed a bit, her eyes drifting to the boys, then to Sanada-kun, and then back to Mori-kun. She had been curious of why it came into existence just recently, but she wondered if it would lose its ability to comfort her if she dove into its mystery. The blonde girl looked back up at Sanada-kun, who looked like a wounded tiger than he did an embarrassed boy, then gave a slight nod, "Yes, I think I would like to know."

While this ordeal was going on, the remaining three girls watched with curiosity. Mariko fought to go over to Alana, but Sora and Haven strongly urged her not to, "Alana will tell us when she comes back," Haven quietly responded as she sipped her tea, but watched the scene from the corner of her eye. She had seen the blonde boy before in her dojo. His name was Date Seiji, and he was rumored to be a direct descendant of Date Masamune. He always held a mysterious air to him and would hardly let anyone minus the other four guys from that group near him. There was something about that group of boys that made them different from the other guys. Haven also failed to tell Alana that she held a similar glass ball, except it was in more of a heart shape than a round shape, in her school bag.

Mariko watched Alana laugh with the boys before she waved goodbye to them, shoved the object back in her pocket, and head back over to the girls. Mariko's eyes watched the boys behind her, who were all picking on the black haired boy, but her eyes drifted over to the sandy haired boy. He was too adorable to take her eyes off of.

"His name is Mori Shin-kun," Alana stated as she sat down and leaned over to whisper into the silver haired girl's ear, causing Mariko to jump and push the blonde girl away. Alana grinned as she sat back down and began eating from her bento again.

Mariko scowled, her face turning a bright shade of pink, "I...I knew that!" She stuttered, looking down at her bento, "I'm the one who told his name in the first place! You knew that too, Morimiea Alana-chan! That's why you looked over at me when he was talking to you….!" She yelled at Alana before shoving food into her mouth, keeping her from talking and possibly incriminating herself more.

"What did they want?" Sora asked Alana the long awaited question amongst the girls.

Alana blinked, "Oh, they were curious about my reaction to that glass ball, and they asked me to stop by their place tomorrow after school," She simply stated as she finished up her bento.

"You're what?!" Mariko asked after swallowing her food, "We're so coming along!" She told the blonde girl, grabbing her hands.

Alana's eyes widened as Sora and Haven nodded in agreement, "Mariko's right. We're going with you, Alana. We can't leave you by yourself in a room with five strange guys," Haven pointed out, setting her utensils on her box.

"While I appreciate this, guys, you seriously don't have to," Alana tried to reassure them, waving her hands. If something was about to happen, she didn't want her friends hurt or anything. Plus, Alana wanted to find this out on her own. But, the orb still weighed on Alana's mind. What about it had made the boys become so intense over it? She spun a chopstick in between her fingers, deep in thought. Finally the bell rang, ending the lunch period. The girls waved goodbye to each other and went their ways, Mariko dragging Alana to Kusanagi-sensei's class. Alana looked over her shoulder, her eyes catching Sanada-kun's, before she was pulled even harder towards the school.

Ryo chuckled to himself as the guys strolled back into the building. His hand lightly brushed the precious orb in his pocket. It was a good possibility that Morimiea-san's destiny that would be intertwined with theirs in the near future. But, why?

"So, what do you think of Morimiea's orb?" Toma asked, breaking the awkward silence that surrounded the group.

Seiji shook his head, "I'm not sure what to think," He admitted, looking over at the other three and then back to Toma, "It's weird how it has just randomly shown up. Why didn't it show up during the war a couple years ago?"

"I'm curious on that too. But, the weird thing is, remember how Morimiea-san said that the nurse said that she was crazy because her fingers were always cold?" Shin asked the others, holding his chin in his hand.

Toma nodded, "Did you see how blue the tips of her fingers really were? There is something spiritually up with that girl," He pointed out, stretching his arms behind his head, his cornflower blue eyes glancing up at the sky.

"Yea, and every time she spoke, you could see her breath, even though it's late spring!" Shu remarked, his eyes wide as he tried to demonstrate, "But, I think Morimiea-san has the hotts for Ryo, what do you think, Shin?" He instigated, nudging the sandy brown haired boy next to him.

A small smile played on Ryo's lips. He had caught Morimiea-san's eyes quite a lot since these past few months, and for a split second, he could almost swear that every time he met eyes with her, he swore he could see a vulnerability that not many others could see. Could she also feel the same? Ryo mentally shook his head, putting that question out of his mind. They would have to leave the figuring everything out part to Nastè.

~*~End Chapter 1~*~