Well, trying something new here, again, and just experimenting. I guess you could say. I have seen this anime a few dozen times, haven't read the manga, or the light novel..but I have a good grasp on it...I think..Anyways..Reviews are pretty sweet, follow and favorite is pretty sweet as well so hit those or do that if you like!

This story could be a slow starter, I'll give you a warning ahead of time. I'm going to begin at the part where Natsuru, Shizuku, Akane, and Mikoto form their truce-so between episode 5 and 6, Since the white Kampfer are also around.

This will be in first person as well.

My OC will be a foreigner, because I live in the states myself and not Japan-so I'll be moving to Japan close to the beginning in this story after I'm done with my freak out. I will also be a guy who can become a Kampfer, does become a Kampfer. I may or may not be able to transform back into a guy-may go with this angle or not. You could say this is a self insert, since I'm kind of putting myself into this and I'm writing in first person.

I will do my best to expand on some things-maybe have a direct conflict between Kampfer and Moderators later on, and not let my character shine completely over the eccentric team.

I'll get the personalities down the best I can, some there's not much to go off of, but I will do my best in keeping the characters true to themselves.

I'm going to rate this M for the obvious reasons like the usual antics in the show, and there will be a lot of violence and possibly gore later on.

So, some basics.

Name: Andrew Ambrose

Age: 18

Height: 6'3

Weight: 170lbs

High School Year: Third Year

Kampfer Team: Black

Combat Methods/Kampfer Type: Zauber

Element: Water

Battle Style: Takes opponents very serious. Doesn't hold back. Very quick. Uses incredible speed to evade attacks and incredible strength to overwhelm opponents.

Personality: Quiet, sensitive, and soft spoken. Speaks only when necessary. As a Kampfer remains shy and soft spoken, even more sensitive and can get temperamental.

I can't remember which episode it was when the four came to a truce, but I figured I'd start there in any case. So, I'll be coming in about halfway into the story, just about.

Thanks for reading!

Shit!

Shit!

This has to be a dream.

I'm dreaming.

I have to be.

I'm running faster than I ever have.

Jumping higher and further than I ever have.

I'm doing corkscrews.

I'm doing double and triple flips-front and back.

Yet, I feel a presence no matter how quickly I move.

I extend my right arm in an effort to balance before I fall face first onto the cement and roll like an idiot until I hit something.

I can't read a thing-it's in this strange writing. Is it Japanese, Chinese...? I can't even guess, they have the lines and all of that and it's clearly not English or Spanise. Not like I should really care what language the writing is in considering I'm running for my life, at least that's how I feel because this woman is chasing me. She has the strangest purple hair, and piercing eyes that look to be a few shades lighter. No, they're blue now that I actually focus.

That gaze makes my stomach flip and my heart sink...Does she want to kill me?

What did I do?

Well, I can't give her the chance!

I enjoy living, thank you.

Heart still racing I jump and slide across a rather big cement beam, just barely missing the stupid barbed wire, gazing behind me just long enough to see this menacing three pronged thing coming right for my head. I barely duck under it and spin off to the side, kicking myself up and over the boundary before sprinting as fast as I can. I don't care where I'm going, as long as it's far away from this woman. The woman continues to pursue me, I cringe hearing the whistle of blades cutting and the rattling of that chain shooting across its gap.

"Ah!" I exclaim all at once, my voice isn't present, but the action still stands. Feeling the steady trickle of blood flowing out from the top of my arm, I rip what remains of my sleeve away before kicking up my speed despite my heart's and lungs' fervent protests. Lactic acid is engorging me, and the burn is just agonizing. This is terrible, just terrible, even if it is just a dream. This woman is trying to kill me, strangle me with that dangerous looking chain, or skewer me with this wicked prong things. I couldn't have the dream where it's impossible to walk or run? Or the dream where I'm flying? Why does it have to be this?

There's some more writing I can't understand on a sign ahead of me-so I kick the stupid thing down and continue on my way towards what I can only hope is my escape route. If I can outpace this woman she won't be able to get a hold of me. I jump across the stupid tennis courts-why the hell are these even on the roof!? I trip over my feet, hastily slamming one hand in the ground and bend back onto my feet.

Just a bit more.

I skid to a stop, barely halting just before I hit the roof's edge. It has to be a forty foot drop if not more. I suck in a hasty breath, turning my focus behind me and watch with shaking hands and trembling arms as the woman advances on me slowly, almost like she's enjoying this. Enjoying my fear. Enjoying the look on my face which must be delightful for her and downright shameful for me. She smiles a small smile, showing off her teeth, and her blue eyes glint before growing even more cold than before.

I shiver.

I am in deep shit.

It's either die or jump off of this roof and well-die.

She moves in a blur, and I can see the chain warping towards me as one skewer flies just off to the side of me.

She intends to wrap me up like a roll up and squeeze the life out of me!

I take a risk and jump off the roof, shutting my eyes as hard as I can willing this dream to end. Willing myself to wake up in my bed and not be somewhere else being chased by this woman with all of this strange writing around me.

The sun's warm rays beat upon my face, fishing their way through the blinds of my room. I groan as I startle awake, and turn away from them in a futile attempt to block them out, but it of course doesn't do any good and I can feel myself stirring more despite my will not to.

I groan tiredly.

I massage my aching head. Getting up for school always sucks ass, and I really hate having to go through with this process, but I'm usually not this tired. I feel like someone took me and rolled me flat with a rolling pin while stomping on my. Perhaps it's because of that strange dream, that seemed and felt so real-those blades and chains definitely felt real when they just whizzed by my face and cut into my arm.

I check my arm, okay I'm good.

"What a weird dream...I really need to stop smoking before bed." I mumble to myself, stretching my arms high over my head with my fists clenched, the tiredness slowly leaves a I hyper extend my legs forcing the rest of the kinks out. The blankets look a bit higher than they did last night, especially around my chest, but I don't pay too much mind to it and go about my business in the bathroom. Sleepy eyes could be deceptive.

The cold water brings some relief and shocks me to wake up just a bit more. I take it another step above and splash it on my face, gasping softly and clenching my eyes shut. It's so cold, but oddly refreshing, and is just what I need. I repeat this process but grab soap this time and use warmer water, wiping my face dry once I'm all done and set the towel back neatly.

I open my eyes, staring at my reflection blankly.

My hair is blacker than usual and has grown a lot, going to my thighs easily than its previous length in the middle of my back, I also have very long bangs, I can't even see my eyes they're so ridiculously long . I sigh and pull them back,...My eyes! they're a light brown mixed with gold, like actual gold; it's a bit mystifying to say the least. They're so bright, my eyes were bright before, and I've always been told I have very pretty eyes, but now they're like shining!

Maybe I'm just still hazed over from sleep? I have to be because my skin looks softer than it normally does-it's not as rough and coarse as it had been before. My skin is the same tone as before, brown, or just a little lighter. My body also looks less muscular, I still have muscle, but it's different.

I'm more sleek than lean, more curvy than muscular.

My body is outlined with curves rather than angles. My hips are wider. My waist is tiny, it always has been, but it's much more noticeable now. My shoulders are more narrow. My chin is also more round instead of angled.

My chest is poking out with two mounds of flesh.

I look like an hourglass, sort of. I turn partly.

Ass is bigger too, I actually have an ass.

I yawn, rubbing at the sleep in my eyes before putting my hands up on my chest and squeezing absently.

My skin is so soft.

"Boobs..."

I look in the mirror.

"That's sexy."

I stumble back.

Something isn't right...

I touch the mirror-my reflection looks back at me.

"What the fuck!?" I shout, falling backwards, smacking the back of my head off one part of the tub. I grasp the part I hit, nursing it while clenching my teeth, shit that hurt! My heart skips more than one beat and I feel fear before smacking both hands over my mouth, cursing myself for being so damn careless. My mother could have very well heard me, but...That's not what really makes me worry. If my brother or father seen me...

"Ahh..."

My voice!

This can't be right! I frantically shove my hands between my legs, moving my fingers as fast as I can. This can't be happening. No. No. No. No!

"It's gone!? HOW!?"

I barrel out of the bathroom like a herd of elk, don't pay attention to the game controller a few feet ahead of me and end tripping over it and my own feet; sending me flying onto my bed before I'm neatly slammed down on the floor from the rest of the momentum. "This can not be happening...This is not really happening. I'm just dreaming. It's not really gone." I assure myself with all the vigor I can muster up, closing my eyes and trying to force myself to wake up from this horrible nightmare. A nightmare I've seemingly awoken to.

A nightmare where I am a woman and my...It's gone!

"I'm not dreaming..." I mutter in horror, clenching both articles of my chest tightly before sitting up and pacing around my room. These are not pectorals, no...No! These are the complete opposite!

I am not dreaming!

NO!

This can't be happening, and I refuse to believe this is happening. Somehow, through some means I'm...I can't even say it. I can't go to school like this, I can't even leave my room like this! This isn't right, and if this is some cruel joke someone is playing on me I swear I'm going to cut off your tongue and shove it so far up your ass you're going to be tasting your own shit.

Just change me back, please!

These boobs feel real enough...My boobs

This ass feels real enough...My ass

Ow!

Okay, hair feels real enough too and is locked on my scalp.

I quickly throw on a shirt and some jogging pants.

I have to stay modest, and I can't let anyone...See...

"Ugh, what's going on?" I'm not sure why I didn't notice it before, but even my voice is higher and lacks any real bass in comparison to how I sounded before. This is terrible, I first blow everything off on just a sleep haze, and now I'm so oblivious I can't even...But, how could I even entertain the fact that I am now a woman. Have a woman's body...This shit is just too confusing!

"You're a Kampfer now!"

I jump off the floor whipping my head from left to right feeling anxiety getting the better of me. I'm losing my mind. I am losing my shit. First this and now I'm hearing voices-well, to be more specific a voice, but the point still stands. I am losing my shit. I'm not usually so easy to scare or startle, and rarely ever get anxious save for being on airplanes.

Yeah, so this is pretty bad, clearly.

"Who's there!?" I look around frantically, but I can't see anything other than my bed, TV, video game system, and the damn controller I stepped on. I must be really losing my mind, maybe I'm hallucinating and am running around naked in a park somewhere.

Nothing else makes sense...

"Over here!"

I turn towards my window-the old and dirty thing. Standing right there is a...It's a pretty big plush bear that's like a maroon-brownish color with a white belly. I'm not quite sure if this is real, but there's a drop of blood hanging from its mouth that makes me take a step back, seeing the small strand of...Are those intestines? They're hanging out of its gut and it just plain weird, however seeing it's small stub of a tail I relax just a bit.

I've had it since I was a child, it's one of my last stuffed animals.

"You...You just came to life! Are you really talking? You're a stuffed animal!"

I startle back, back bracing against the wall as the thing stares at me and hops onto his feet with his chest puffed out. It's not small by any means, it has some size. It's bigger than my pillows, so...

"I'm Stubby Bear. I am a Messenger, meant to accompany you from now on. I am not a stuffed animal, I am an Entrails Animal, and, yes I am talking."

It seems quite chipper but there's some attitude in the tone that I don't miss as it corrects me of my clear misunderstanding. Entrails Animal, stuffed animal-both of them are stuffed!

I scowl at the thing, crossing my arms over my chest. Yeah, that's not going to work.

I sigh, stuffing them in my pockets-I am never going to adjust to this, hopefully there's a way I can change back.

"What is a Kampfer? Why do I have to be a Kampfer? Why is this happening to me?" I must sound not so eloquent because Stubby Bear looks at me with a tilt of its head almost like he...It is mocking me, or finding some sort of sick amusement in all of this before jumping from my windowsill not so gracefully and landing on my bed. It takes a moment to balance before walking towards me.

"You are a warrior that is required to fight other Kampfer. Only girls can become Kampfer, so that explains why you are the way you are now. There are two teams of Kampfer-red and blue. The team a Kampfer represents is determined by the color of their Oath Bracelet like the one on your arm." He says in the same cheerful tone, gesturing with his paw at the bracelet on my wrist.

Why hadn't I noticed that before?! I stare at my right wrist and start tugging the bracelet with all the strength I can muster up. Now, I know it's said man are superior to women, and I have nothing against women...But, men have more muscle mass, and their bones and all of that are denser, I think? Women are more flexible, and they can get very strong, too. But, they aren't dead lifting eight hundred pounds.

I can feel the difference as I flex my arms.

There is something missing.

The stupid metallic thing won't even budge-it's like it's become a part of me now. It goes beyond just being stuck or affixed to my wrist; this is like a fourth layer of skin.

So many questions and assumptions are running rampant through my head, like why did this have to happen to me in specific, but I ask perhaps the most obvious question this is at the moment. It's only right and logical if I ask, because why would I have to be the one that's so different than the rest of these Kampfer? Can I not catch a break? Why am I thrown into mosh pit, why can't it be some goofball or sap?

"This bracelet is black. You said there are only red and blue Kampfer."

"It is an odd circumstance. You are not the first Black Kampfer to exist, according to my knowledge at least. But, there have been strange things going on recently with the whole thing, so I'm not entirely surprised. But, I don't know why the Moderators would insert a fourth team in the mix like this, even with the current state of events." He bobs his head a little bit in what I can only assume is a nod; if he could make actual facial expressions like myself I bet he'd have his eyebrows scrunched together.

He looks just as puzzled as I do.

Moderators? What the hell were those things? Were they supposed to be the Kampfer's parents or something? No, that didn't make any sense. Did they keep track of us and make sure we're going along with whatever...This is? Well, if that is the case I will not be partaking in any of this because I refuse to be used like a pawn and go with another's schemes who doesn't even have the guts to show their face. What did that make the Kampfer? Expendable?

Pawns...

Better to take this one step at a time.

Kampfer then Moderators.

"Okay, so first thing is first. How the hell do I change back?"

"That's really easy, actually! You just clear your mind, focus, and imagine your body as a sculpture. Now imagine that same sculpture being remolded and reshaped, and focus on what you want to transform into, in this case, a boy." Stubby Bear looks at me with enthusiasm-I guess he's an optimistic and chipper personality, considering his tone doesn't seem the least bit forced or exaggerated.

I give him a skeptical look.

"Just do it!"

I groan softly, I think I'm giving myself a headache. I close my eyes and do exactly what he told me to. I imagine myself a clay sculpture, being molded and shaped by myself, but I don't feel any change at all. In fact I feel the exact same as before, aside from getting a little pissed off that I am getting nowhere with this! I open my eyes and not so surprisingly I still have curves and boobs.

This isn't amusing, and I'm fully convinced someone is playing a horrible joke on me.

This joke is too practical.

"It's not working..." I struggle to rein in my annoyance, but it is extremely hard. My teeth start clenching as I focus more and more, but I can't feel any change whatsoever!

"Why isn't it working!" My jaws are aching.

Now is not the time for suspenseful silence!

"Once you learn how to better control your transformations you won't be encountering the problem you are now. Now, I'm going to warn you of a few things, so listen carefully. When you're near another Kampfer, your bracelet will begin to glow and you will transform. This only happens when you're first starting out, like the other problem you are experiencing now with not being able to change back into a boy. There are three types of Kampfer. A Schwert user-they use swords and other close range weaponry, well known for their physical strength and dexterity. Ghwer users-they are generally affiliated with guns and other long range weaponry, well known for their quic with and shrewdness. Then there's the more versatile of Kampfers, the Zauber users-they are multi ranged and use magical energy as their main combat method. They are also known for their peerless agility."

I nod, humming softly to myself while I tap my foot on the floor. This is...Interesting to say the least. So, there are three types of Kampfer-the muscle and heavy hitters, the support and tactical, and then there was the all around. Of course in order that would be Schwert, Ghwer, and Zauber. They all have their strengths and weaknesses, naturally. But, the Schwert to me, seems to be more athletic and all around stronger than the other two-not to say one can't beat the other and so forth, but this is just how I see it.

Schwert get in your face, Ghwer keep it long ranged ranged and rain down projectiles-I wonder if they have a rocket launcher or something, that's so not fair; and Zauber keep it mid ranged. They were all offensive in their own aspects.

"Why do I have to fight other Kampfer?"

"It's the rules."

"Did you make them or did the Moderators?"

"Moderators."

I groan and roll my eyes, of course it's them. Things or people that I can't even see are pulling the strings-this is ridiculous."Is there...Like a time limit I have before I transform?"

"Not sure. Thirty seconds, maybe a little more, maybe a little less."

"And...Which type of Kampfer am I?"

Did I just ask that?

Do life choices matter when it came to this sort of thing? I've always been a fitness buff and train every day, play a lot of sports as well. I don't think I'd be a Ghwer because they're long ranged to make up for their lack of strength, I would guess. Then again, this is happening to me at the moment, so I very well could be a Ghwer despite my lifestyle. I'm not slim or anything like that, I am lean and muscular, so Zauber is out of the question as well, but I'm only making assumptions based on my lack of knowledge on this whole thing.

But, then again it could be out of my control just like this predicament at the moment.

Stubby Bear should know.

"If this is a visualize in your mind thing and focus like with this last one which failed in epic fashion, I'll add..."

I will throw something at Stubby Bear!

"Well, you really don't have any control over that. But, you are a Zauber." Stubby Bear waves his paw in nonchalance, I think, and throws himself down on my bed so he's lying and looking up at the ceiling.

"And, just what is a Zauber?"

"Zauber is one of the most versatile in methods of combat. They are multi-ranged, and there's a lot you can do with just a simple thought. Certain Zauber types can do what others can't. If they have control over ice, they can shoot icicles at you one moment, and then create an ice sword and go into close range right after that, and then after that rain down a storm of ice comets. If they have control over water they can use the moisture in the air-or create that moisture themselves in order to produce attacks. If they have control over earth they can make armor out of the earth around them and orient it for offense or defense, shape the entire landscape, and use their surroundings to aid them. There's water, fire, and lightning which can be used in unpredictable fashion-having control of wind would give you the greatest advantage environment wise. Zauber are not limited to the basic elements and can have control over electricity, light, darkness, lava, and so forth."

"So, they can have control over forests too, or would that be earth?"

"That'd be an extension of earth, but there have been times where Kampfer have control over trees and such."

"Wow..."

"I'm a little surprised you didn't see your bracelet."

"Oh, well I'm just losing my mind here. Excuse me for not taking the time to look at my weapons or a stupid bracelet!" I grouse.

"So, try it out!"

I blink several times, staring at Stubby Bear.

"Grab a hold of your inner energy, and envision what you want that energy to turn into. You're just limited by your imagination.

I extend my arm, opening my palm and focusing, but trying to remain relaxed. I drift into my thoughts, letting them come and go, not latching onto any one in particular. I can feel a spark within me, well it's kind of hard to describe, but it's very warm! I grab a hold of the heat, feeling my heart pick up. I struggle to bring it to the surface.

I flinch against the droplets falling upon me, it's much more cold, I strain against the force. A ripple, like the ones on the pond whenever I'd skip rocks when I was younger.

A spiral of water forms to my shock, before spearing off into the wall and easily shredding it until there is just a gaping hole remaining.

"So, looks like your element is water. You're a natural at this, not many can summon their element so quickly."

"Sweet!" I smack my hand over my mouth, too surprised with how...Feminine I sound. I hope I'm not like this all damn day.

"Lastly if you come across another Kampfer, fight them. You may be a Black Kampfer, or part of a fourth team, but that doesn't mean you don't fight other Kampfer. Don't kill them, though."

"I have no intention to kill them." I say softly. I felt bad when I killed a bug, there's no way I can kill another person. There's no way I can kill another Kampfer whether they're a red, blue, green, yellow, or purple. I have no wish to fight against them at all, to kill them...Well, I'd need to be extreme, and while I can be extreme while I'm training that is as far as it goes. I can't even kill a bug without feeling bad, there's no way I can kill a person.

"Splendid!"

"Oh, you keep mentioning I'm part of a fourth team, who is the third team?" I stare at him, waiting for an answer.

"The White Kampfer. There's four of them, total."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope!"

"So, there's the red, blue, white, and now me."

"In a nutshell."

"...Thanks for the all of the information by the way, Stubby Bear." I say, quickly turning to Stubby Bear. I didn't want to be rude or anything like that, even if it was a little weird that this Stuffed...This Entrail Animal was actually talking to me and acting like well...Human, sort of. It had its own personality and everything. It's also given me quite a bit of information, and that I am now part of a fourth team. This is just way too strange to even consider, but it's happening.

What am I going to do now? I can't go to school like this...I can't leave my room like this.

There is also now part of the house missing.

I really need to also figure out why Kampfer have to fight, and who the hell started this whole thing in the first place.

Because putting me in the middle, huge mistake on whoever's part that decided to go through with that stupid idea.

"It's all part of the job, girlie.

"Don't call me that."

"You are a girl, though."

"There's something else I should tell you." Stubby Bear adds quickly before I can retort.

"What is it?"

My heart sinks. I'm not at all sad, but more worried. More on edge than anything else. Usually when people say stuff like this it went from bad to worse, or what was said triggered something so hellishly ridiculous it was borderline hilarious. I've got enough news, too much for my liking, and I really need a break from all of this crazy. This lunacy. Stubby Bear has told me strange things, so strange that I can't really comprehend them but the proof is in well...Yeah, enough said.

I don't want to think of what he is going to say to me that should warrant such a suspenseful build up.

"We're going to move to Japan."

I laugh, not at all afraid of how I sound at the moment. This is rich, in fact it's so rich I can't stop laughing. Me move to Japan, yeah that is just funny. Funniest thing I've heard. First of all the tickets cost an arm and a leg, and well I just don't have a couple of grand laying around like it's nobody's business-second of all the flight is like eighteen hours long or maybe even longer. I will not and can not sit in an airplane that long, I get antsy just after being one for an hour. So, there's another reason why it's the funniest thing I've ever heard-I will lose my mind more than I have being stuck in a plane for that long.

The third and most important reason is because I have family here at the moment, and I very well can't leave them. As much as it pains me to say it, I have to stay back to continue going to school, and well I just don't want to move to Japan. That flight is going to be pure agony, unrestrained and horrible agony. I'm also pretty sure foreigners have a hard time finding houses or finding someone willing to go down that route, and I will not be sleeping in parks or on park benches.

"Yeah little guy, that's not going to be happening." I finally cease my laughter and heft in a deep breath. My gut hurts.

"It's where all the other Kampfer are."

"And?"

"Were you listening to me before?"

"Yes."

I nod just barely.

But, this little guy didn't say anything about having to move to Japan or that being the country where all the Kampfer were. In order to talk about that he would have to speak about the origins of Kampfer, and that probably started with the moderators and he wouldn't be privy to that sort of information. I don't think so at least. Maybe he just knew the basics, but nothing extremely advanced.

Perhaps this is a good thing, my head is spinning enough with this bit of information that has already been given, anything more, and I'm sure I'll be shaking my head while groaning.

This is just fucking great.

"You didn't say anything about me moving, though! I don't want to move!"

"It's already been taken care of, the only thing you have to do is catch your flight. Kampfer gather in groups, where there is one there is usually two or three, even more." Stubby Bear says. I guess the silence stretched on a bit too long for him, and he found the need to put the exclamation mark at the end of his statement.

"So, why am I a Kampfer if that is the case and they're all in Japan?"

"Strange things have been going on with this for quite awhile now, there's even another boy like you that was transformed into a Kampfer not too long ago, and not everything is going according to the Moderators' will. It is very...Strange."

I feel bad for that boy.

"So, I'm being signaled out?" It wasn't fair for me if that is really the case. Why does it have to be me that's so different than the rest of these Kampfer? Why can't it be someone else like that group of jackasses that live just down the block, or that other group of morons that live across the corner store? I don't believe in luck, but I'm not catching a break at all, and if I had some luck I wouldn't be in this situation.

"You're just like any other Kampfer, except you're a black Kampfer."

I don't like the way that was put or in the context.

"That makes me feel soooo much better." I cross my arms over my chest, before adjusting and crossing them under my boobs. That's better, it was uncomfortable crossing my arms over them. This is going to take some adjusting and I hope I change back within the next forty eight hours at the very least. If that doesn't happen I think I will lose my shit.

"Glad to be of assistance!"

"What about my family?" I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral and suppress my sigh, but it's hard. I don't want to leave my home and family to go and fight in some crazy shit. I need to be here for them, and more importantly I just can't leave them. I love my family. If I move I'll be all alone in Japan, and I'm sure nobody would even want to talk to me. I'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Hello there!

"They'll be fine, they already left, actually. Don't you think it's weird after all the noise you just caused nobody came up here to investigate?"

"You could have told me that from the start!" I half yell, stomping out my room with good speed before swinging the door open and going down the hall closest to my left and see...There's nothing there. No furniture, the giant display thing is gone, the TV is gone, and so is the desktop. I feel anxious, so I hurry down the stairs as fast as I can and nearly bust the down in the process.

"Mom! Dad!" I call out, peeking around the entrance to the kitchen. Everything is where it should be. The fridge is to my left against the wall, the stove is just across from there and a bit ways to the right-the counter top along with the drawers on top are all where they should be. The big freezer is even in the same spot-there's a few dishes, but nothing like usual. "Is anyone here!?"

I raise my voice a good bit, wincing at the volume. More importantly just how high I can get my tone. This can't be right, it doesn't make any sense. How could they just up and leave? It don't make a lick of sense. I didn't hear them moving out or anything like that-I definitely would have heard them taking out the couches and chairs, those things are so awkward and oblique they'd have to have been banging off the walls when they were carrying it down the stairs and out the back door. Front wouldn't be an option since the porch was nothing short of flimsy at best

I bolt for the basement, jumping down the last three stairs and look in the laundry room as I screech to a halt. The washer and dryer are both gone and the clothes that were hanging are gone as well. I run straight ahead and turn hard to my left, skidding to a stop once I'm in the middle of the neighboring room and I'm met with emptiness once again. The shelf to keep the TV on is gone, the game system is gone, the Olympic weight set is gone along with the bench, and the bed that folded out from the couch-along with that very couch are nowhere within my sight.

Now, granted the last things were thrown away-the couch was old as shit, and while the bed was relatively clean and without blemish; it's like that saying with one rotten apple ruining the whole batch-though I have to wonder if that holds any merit.

"Can you give me a little warning before you do that? Or better yet, carry me with you. It's tough getting around being as small as I am and you're really quick."

I turn around and see Stubby Bear strolling in without a care in the world, though he does look a bit annoyed with my performance as he keeps a folded letter along with a rather thick form of sorts pressed between his paws, somehow. Well, I don't try to disappoint, and I'm going above and beyond my usual performance considering what is going on. I am on twelve instead of ten I'm quickly making my way to thirty, and skipping over a dozen or more numbers in the process only escalating further.

"What's going on Stubby Bear? My family, where are they?"

"Read this letter."

I grab the piece of paper and unfold it without hesitation, relieving him of the thick thing of papers, and hurriedly skim over the piece of paper. Shock filters through me as I recognize it's my mother's handwriting. Why hadn't I seen this piece of paper from the beginning? Oh yeah, I'm having a meltdown here, no biggie.

We've won the lottery and left two nights ago. We have moved out of the state to Florida. You're always welcome as you know, and the address is in here as well. I know this is short notice, but I've left you more than enough money for your flight and your first three month's rent as well as some money to eat before and after your flights. I've also set up a bank account for you, and this money is all in there, you can deposit the two checks I've left you into your bank account, too. Lastly, I've left a few enrollment forms for a school that will be roughly twenty minutes away from the apartment complex you will be staying in. It's called Seitetsu Gakuin High School. Fill out the forms and take them to school on Monday. There are directions on how to get there from your apartment. Do not skip or do what you've been doing here.

There's food in the pantry, what you don't eat throw away.

I take deep breaths struggling to comprehend this at all. I can't really comprehend it. My family left two days ago, keeping me here instead of taking me with them? Did this also mean that I've been sleeping for two entire days!? That didn't make any sense to me at all, I've heard of people sleeping for an entire day, but not two whole days. That is some serious exhaustion among other things that'd make a person sleep that long. I know I get sore from training, but nothing that would make me fall asleep for two whole days.

More importantly they've won the lottery and I get some of it!

I make a small breakfast-just some eggs, bacon, toast, and some hash browns. I eat it slowly, trying to grasp this whole thing. I think it is starting to effect my eating speed, because I'm chewing as slow as I'm grasping this whole scenario.

And, what the hell is Seitetsu Gakuin-whatever the hell it's called. It sounds like something straight out of anime that I'd watch on TV or on the internet whenever I have time. Did all schools in Japan have such strange anime cliche names? I really hope it's not a uniform school because that is going to be a huge problem-I'm used to wearing whatever I want, and I've got no intention to change that anytime soon, and better yet, not at all.

Do they separate the boys and girls or let them mingle together?

I can't begin to guess.

I really hope it's not a private school, because kids that go to those sort of schools are a bunch of little stuck up, snobby bitches that think they're all that in a bag of chips. I've dealt with those types of people before and every time I either punch them in the mouth or just ignore their presence like they don't even exist. I can't stand stuck up people.

Kiss my ass.

Of course my mom has to add the do not skip part, because I do just that now. Things will be different in Japan, and I'm sure as much as they're different socially and culturally; they do have their differences when it comes to the expectations of students going to school, especially those of an older age. They really take their schooling serious last time I checked and it's sort of a contest. I'm certain no kids must skip school or anything of the like, afraid of getting in trouble among other things.

I have no such concerns, and if I can help it I will not be stepping foot into this anime cliche school. I get the feeling I'm going to have more of these meltdowns if I go there. The last thing I would be doing is running around in a schoolgirl outfit, that is also too cliche for my taste not to mention it'd show off way too much. So, if I can help it I will not be going into that school save for giving whoever is in charge my enrollment forms.

But, now that I think about it the name does sound a little familiar-I think it is a private school, one of the best in Japan.

Great...

"So, you ready to leave yet?"

"I already told you, that's not happening."

Stubby Bear tilts his head, puzzled by my stubbornness. "They're going to tear down this house."

"What!?"

"You already took out this whole side!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Let's go to Japan!"

I grab the stupid thing by his arm and pull him close to my chest as I lunge up the stairs, clearing the whole case, and throw the back door open. Flimsy as always, the screen door flies into the side of the house. I pay little attention to the wail of hinges ripping to pieces nor exclamation of glass shattering as it begins cascading on the ground. I don't bother to pick it up or fix the door-I just sprint for my front stairs as I see people crowding near the bottom of the hill.

"You might want to hold back your strength-"

"Be quiet before I stuff you!"

"What the hell is that?" I can't keep my voice down at this point; there is a demolition crew for lack of a better term at the bottom of the hill with this neat little vehicle with a miniature ball of death hanging from it just waiting to smack into the side of home. It could be here for just effect or get me to move faster if I refuse to leave the house, after all they wouldn't swing that thing when there's other houses next to mine.

"Do you live here?" One of the burly men asks me. His hard hat is glistening from the sunlight, and sending a glare right into my eyes. It's quite painful.

I squint, holding back a smart retort. No I don't live here, I just came running out the back while tearing the screen door off and sending a swarm of glass on the ground because I'm just passing by and wanted to see what was in the house! "Yes, I live here. Why else would I come running all of this way? What are you doing?"

"This house is designated for demolition, if you have any personal belongings now is the time to get them out."

"There must be some mistake."

I feel my less than frantic face falter, and judging from this man's reaction my emotions are extremely clear. Or, maybe it's the fact I'm a girl and he's having a hard time keeping his eyes to himself...Either way my plight is very clear, and I'm tempted to shove my foot where no man wants a foot to be shoved.

Eyes up, buddy!

"No." He looks at me with an ugly expression, does he even care how scrunchy his face looks with that frown, and why show off your teeth if they're brown. Does he not care about his public relations with the city?

Yeah, I guess not.

Listerine and toothpaste go a very long way.

Seeing as I'm not going to win this dispute I sigh and trudge back into the house to get anything that is noteworthy. I gather my skateboard, DVD and tape collection along with my DVD player, headphones, phone, shirts, pants, shorts, and boxers stuffing them into a duffel bag any which way before zipping it shut. I put my headphones on, because I can't afford to have these things break in the melee that is inside of my duffel bag. I will die if I can't listen to music and watch videos while on this stupid long ass flight.

I hurry and take a quick five minute shower-well it's more like twenty minutes since I won't be able to take another one for at least twelve hours, I'm just going to chalk it up to twenty four hours, so better to do this now! I don't want to be smelling. I throw on a pair of black jogging pants, a gray t-shirt, and a simple pair of socks before finishing it off with my pair of white skate shoes.

It's too bad I can't fit my TV in my duffel bag.

I have no bra so looks like the girls are going to be free.

"You can all eat a dick, by the way!" I shout at the burly men, giving the one that was so rude to me the finger for good measure. They shout something back I don't care to hear. My car engine is rumbling and I'm already pulling out and heading for the nearest freeway.

"We're going to Japan!" Stubby Bear cheers, jumping up on the dashboard; setting his paws on his hips. "I've never been on an airplane before, I bet it's fun! Being in a car is fun, too. You should go faster."

"It's really not that exciting. You have to sit still, there's turbulence, there's annoying people, and sometimes babies crying." I grumble with halfhearted annoyance. Maybe it'd be exciting if we were going there-if I was going there for my own personal reasons, but I'm basically heading there to fight with other Kampfer just because and nothing less. I can't really stand this notion that I'm supposed to fight these people, who I don't even know, just because of the Moderators-assholes. Yeah, so it's not the most exciting thing in the world for me to embark on, plus there's the seventeen hour flight!

My other points stand as well!

"Somebody kill me. Learn how to drive!" I groan out, putting my foot down on the gas, my back hits the seat and I suck in a breath as I pass up three cars that were going too slow for my taste. making them look like they were standing still I'm moving so fast. I can't help but let out a small wooo of exhilaration as my stomach dips down, it's always something speeding up and getting passed the eighty miles mark, even going sixty made my heart skip a beat and stomach pull.

"Cheer up! I'm coming with you!" Stubby Bear exclaims.

"Easy for you to say, you're a stuffed-"

"Entrails Animal!"

"Sorry. You're not the one that's having..." I look over my body for a brief second, and start making sounds to emphasize my point. My voice is still high pitched-womanly, and these damn boobs are really starting to get on my nerves. "This happen to you."

"You'll change back to normal...Eventually."

"Why did you pause just now?"

"Well, you can change back to normal in a few minutes or it can take several days. There have been times where someone can't transform back to normal and they remain in their Kampfer form, though it's quite rare for this to happen; it's not unheard of."

I groan even louder, if that happened to me...Well, hopefully when I go to sleep or something I'll change back, because staying like this for several days-I don't even want to entertain the thought. Staying like this for the rest of my life-fuck that, somebody shoot me now and put me out of my misery!

I'm now about two hours away from the closest airport, zipping down the freeway, and passing up these inept drivers while Stubby Bear goes nuts on adrenaline. He's on the dashboard with his arms up telling me to go faster-I'm already going eighty five miles, pushing close to ninety, anymore and I'm certain I'll be getting pulled over.

Of course, people could drive at one hundred and forty miles and they'd never get pulled over in their lives, they could smash into another car, drive off, and never even get caught, but if I go even ten miles over the speed limit I'll get pulled over.

"How am I going to get through airport security?" I should have thought about this better, but between stupid drivers and entertaining Stubby Bear despite better thought I hadn't even given this certain scenario any type of thought. I am a girl, uh young lady, and my Driver's License, is well-I'm a young man in that picture, while I do look the same in some aspects, widely different in some aspects, they're going to be able to tell that I am not that person despite the resemblance. Those dumb asses may have fat ass heads and are as dumb as rocks, but even they'd spot this error.

They were going to search through my duffel bag beyond thoroughly, I can already see the idiots all grouping together like a bunch of monkeys, except monkeys have more brains than even they do! Those stupid ass security guards will mess with my skateboard, mess with my computer, just crack open all of my game cases-not caring in the least to put them back in their respective cases so they didn't smudge, and the big one if they decide to be dickheads-removing all of my clothes from my bag.

I'd then be forced to stuff it all back into the bag, and go through a series of those stupid containers to get all of my clothes in the first place. In that time I could miss my flight to...Japan.

It's bad enough being in an airport and having to go through all of this crap, but missing my flight or it being delayed-I will flip my lid!

"You're worrying too much, just go in there and do what you always do." Stubby Bear tries to comfort me, but it offers little solace.

"You realize that I am a young man in the picture for my Driver's License?"

Stubby Bear sighs, scratching at one of his ears. "Just don't worry about it. We're going to Japan, let's focus on the positive."

"This is just absurd!" I put my foot down on the gas and climb towards one hundred and twenty miles before steadying it there and making it my new cruising speed. Fuck the police or anyone other authority figure, I'm coming through without any reprieve, and driving this fast admittedly helps me vent my frustration with this whole situation.

I also need to get something to learn Japanese-do they have a Japanese for dummies book?

They must because they have that same book for literally everything else.

"You may want to read this..." Stubby Bear pulls out the very book I had been thinking of. I'm not sure if I should feel insulted or thankful that he took some initiative to get this book, because I sure would have went to Japan not knowing any Japanese save for yes and well, that'd be about it. I'm not quite sure how he managed to actually get it or make it appear out of thin air, but I've been dealing with enough, and I don't need more questions that have no answers.

Guess I'm going to stick with what is certain, and at the moment, that is I'm moving to Japan.

I guess.

"Go faster!"

I suppose there is no harm in indulging on the wild side, I'm not going to be living her anymore, and driving fast is relieving a lot of frustration. I oblige him, feeling myself smile-this little guy is cheering me up too. Stubby Bear is quite the cheerful spirit. I gasp once more as the car pulls ahead, the speedometer slowly climbing to one hundred and five. "Strap yourself in, Stubby Bear-we're off to Japan!"

"Wooo!"

For better or worse, I think it's going to be downright horrible no matter how it is sliced.

At least my family will be okay and I have my companion-Stubby Bear, with me.