Own no intellectual properties. I have had some characters designed for a pro wrestling story for a while now and just wanted to find an outlet on here to put them. After a friend referred me to "Wanna Be the World's Strongest." I felt this was a good storyline and good characters to work with. This story is going to be focusing on plot, characters, drama and action.

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Takeo rode with his head resting against the train window as he looked out ahead of the city area he was passing.

(((((Flashback)))))

" Are you sure you're up to this?" Sakura asked resting herself against her husband on the couch.

" If there's even a chance…..I owe it to Ari to try my best."

Sakura looked down and reached for Takeo's hand. Regardless that Takeo never really talked much about his past with her, Sakura knew based on his behavior that it was painful. She appreciated that he was trying to overcome his demons.

" Don't you worry. We'll be here for anything Sakura needs." Sakura's mother said. " You do what you need to."

((((End Flashback))))

Takeo got off the train as it arrived to it's station. On the way to his destination, Takeo decided to make a stop. Walking down the street, he looked over to see a vending station. A smile came across Takeo's face.

Moments later….

Takeo walked up to what seemed to be a cemetery. Going past several graves Takeo finally reached one in particular. On the headstone read "Kaito Ijihara." Takeo stood watching the grave for a few moments. A somber expression came over his face. A dullness in his eyes as he stared at it. He then kneeled before the grave, his expression not changing.

(((((Flashback)))))

" How am I supposed to show my face? How am I supposed to go back to school? How can I face my family?"

Takeo looked to him. " I'll be here to help you…all your friends will be here to…"

" Friend ?...you're not my friend….."

Takeo froze. For his best friend to say that to him, his heart sank.

" All I wanted was to join them…..now look at me…because of you…" Kaito said.

" Kaito…." Takeo said, trying to fight back the pain of his words. " I promise, we will bring these guys to justice…."

Kaito looked at Takeo. Somehow, a faint smile managed to come onto his face. " Sure…."

Takeo looked at him. He was at least happy to see he was in slightly better spirits.

" Hey…." Kaito said. " Can you do me a favor and get me a coke?"

Takeo smiled. " Sure…."

Moments later…..

A can of coke came down a machine slot as it was grabbed by Takeo.

" Kaito…I promise we'll get justice for you. Whoever did it's not gonna get away with it." Takeo thought as he turned a corner into Kaito's room.

That was when Takeo beheld a terrifying sight. He saw Kaito on the top railing of his balcony. They also happened to be on the 12th floor of the hospital.

Takeo upon the sight slowly began hyperventilating. " D…Don't do it…." He could only just say short of breath.

Kaito looked back at Takeo, tears in his. He could only give Takeo a slight smile. Regaining his wits, Takeo dashed toward the window. "DON'T!"

Kaito turned his head back toward the sky. He took a big gulp as tears fell from his cheeks, still smiling as he gave his body to gravity and fell forward.

" KAITOOO!" Takeo screamed.

He ran up to the balcony looking overhead. Just as he did his body jumped in horror of a sickening crash followed by the blares of a car alarm.

Takeo began taking deep breaths as he stumbled back eventually falling back. He clutched his head, his eyes almost bulging as his breathing became erratic. The can of coke behind him leaking all it's contents onto the floor.

(((((((End Flashback)))))))

As Takeo sat in front of the head stone he began pulling something out of his pocket. He gently placed it on the gravestone site. Pulling his hand away it was revealed to be a can of coke. Standing up he placed his hand on the tombstone for a moment, then went on about his way.

Later that day…

Takeo walked across a mountainous area which seemed to not have many homes around it. That was of course except for a very large home he saw. However, home would not be the correct term for what he saw. To Takeo, this hadn't been a "home" for quite some time. Regardless of what Takeo considered it, it was unmistakably a compound. It practically took up half this neighborhood. It seemed to be a traditional Japanese facility with very few if any modern adornments, at least from the outside.

Takeo stopped just short of the door. Every instinct he had advised him to turn back and not proceed. Takeo took a deep breath. He normally would have listened to his instincts, however….

" ….for Ari…" Takeo said to himself.

Takeo approached the house and rang the door bell. Before he knew it heard foot steps approaching the door. As the door slid open, large man appeared. He sported a grey t -shirt and blue jeans. His hair seemed to be as white as Takeo's. The man appeared to be in hi early 50's.

The man stood there dumbfounded at who had showed up at his doorstep. It was almost as if he had seen a ghost. The 2 stared at each other for a moment.

" Takeo….." The man said, finally breaking the silence.

Taking a somewhat deep breath Takeo responded. "…Hi Dad…"

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More to come…..