Chapter 1

(Dante's pov)

(near Jasper, Nevada 4:45pm)

My name is Dante Mojima. I'm a mechanic who works on cars and planes for a living. today's the day, I get to live with my family in Jasper, Nevada to meet an old friend of mine. however let's just say that this day wasn't your usual normal day. I'll explain why in a minute.

I was heading to Jasper with my motorcycle while enjoying the nice sun. it was nice for starts but I've always wondered if the place ever rained. not that I don't mind a little rain.

anyway, as I was driving on my motorcycle, I remembered passing by a woman who rode the same motorcycle model as mine but blue. I didn't get much description on the woman due to her blue motorcycle helment and visor covering her eyes. she had a blue jumpsuit and had black gloves on. however I did a good look on her reaction when she saw me. shocked. does she know me? eh...who knows.

I pretty much shrugged it off and continued driving to town.

"so this is Jasper, Nevada. not a fan for deserts...but I hope it's worth the trip."

as I got there, I started looking for a place called Knockout burger and I managed to find the place in about maybe five minutes but you can never guess who I found.

"Vince..." I growled.

that's right. Mother fucking Vince. the childhood bully who always thought he could beat me in fights but he always ended up with a broken arm that took him a whole month for his arm to recover. I noticed the shit head was going to get away with food he didn't pay but I got in his way in a blink of an eye and he stops his car.

the moment Vince saw me, he was scared shitless. yeah...he remembers me. I got off my motorcycle, forced Vince out of the car and dragged him by the arm in front of the cashier.

"Pay him now or I'll break your fucking arm!"

"a-alright! alright!"

He quickly takes his money out of his pocket and pays the cashier the food.

"if I catch you do that again, I'll cut your fucking fingers! GOT IT!?"

Vince quickly nods in fear. I threw him down the ground as he gets up, runs back to his car, drives around my motorcycle and drives away the restaurant in a panic.

"thank you, sir."

I looked at him with a smirk.

"Jack Darby. did you forget about me all this time?"

It didn't took him a minute or so to realize who I am.

"Dante?"

"bingo!"

"my god, man. it's been so long."

"I know. is your shift done?"

"yeah! be right there!" he said rather excited as he rushed out of his station.

Jack Darby. my childhood friend. the first time we met when my uncle, Aizawa, and his dad went to war. we had some things in common like we both wanted to be in the army. I went to Chicago to start my new job as a mechanic.

Jack walked out of the restaurant and we started talking about our childhood. Jack's phone started ringing and guess who called? it was his mom. June Darby. I can hear June talking to Jack about going back home safely and other things.

I signalled Jack to give me the phone so I can talk to June.

"hey, mom. guess who's here?"

Jack gives me the phone and I smiled a bit.

"good evening, June-Chan. can you guess who this is?"

I swear I heard her gasp through the phone.

"Dante?"

"that's right. it's been 8 years since we last met."

"It has. what brings you in Jasper?"

"well I decided to move with my family. you've met them. mom told me she lives near your house."

"Yeah. she lives in front of my house."

"I also got hired to work here as a mechanic."

"that's good. be sure you two get home safely."

"I will. bye." I said with a chuckle.

"bye."

I hunged up the phone and gave it back to Jack.

"what was so funny?"

"you know how paranoid your mom is. she wanted us to be sure we get home safely."

Jack rolled his eyes. yup...we know how June can be. he suddenly sees the same blue motorcycle that I passed by next to my motorcycle.

this is how it all began.