Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Storm Scion: Crimson Wind ❯ Introductions And Reunions ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Today Hinata Hyuuga would become a ninja and come one step closer to her dream, the class clown Naruto Uzumaki. He was her inspiration, her strength, and most of all her reason for getting up in the morning. She loved to see that goofy grin of his, to her it was as if the sun itself smiled at her. He was strong in mind, body, and soul. He was everything she wasn’t...


She was a shy, timid girl that didn’t have many friends. Her grades were mediocre at best. Nothing special, save for her clan bloodline. And she couldn’t use that to its full capacity. As her father would put it, “you are marked by mediocrity.”


Despite all of that she was determined to better herself and prove her father wrong. She would make them eat all their words. As long as she had her golden-haired inspiration...


“Good morning, Hinata!”


A familiar voice broke her reverie and kata. She almost slipped but quick reflexes from years of training saved her from a nasty fate. “G-good morning, Sensei.” The lavender eyed girl greeted softly, a light hue of red coloring her face.


“Sorry to interrupt your practice and all, Hinata-chan.” Iruka smiled slightly. “But I have a favor to ask you.”


“What is it?”


Iruka’s smile grew. “I need you to escort a few new students around campus, give them a tour and show them the ropes. All right?”

She smiled politely, giving her teacher a small nod.


Iruka’s smile grew into a genuine one. “Good. The first, Sora, is in the main office and the second, Daisuke, is located in room 106 of the student dorms. I’ll see you in class.” The chuunin teacher waved goodbye leaving his student to her task.


Hinata Hyuuga immediately set out to her task. Although she did have her reservations about this favor, she thought that it was a bit early in the morning to be doing such things. Hinata only complied because that was the way she was raised.


She just hoped that her teacher hadn’t dumped this all on her just because he didn’t feel like taking care of a couple of kids. She loved children and all, it was just too early.


She entered the main office a few minutes later. Upon reaching the office she actually was relieved to find a girl her age with dark red hair and crimson eyes. The girl also had a tan, if not, bronze complection. From what Hinata saw the girl was actually quite pretty maybe even enough to rival Ino.


“Hello, you must be Sora, my name is Hinata Hyuuga” Hinata said smiling softly, while offering out her hand in greeting.


“Nice to meet you, Hinata.” She returned the greeting, shaking the white eyed girl’s hand.


“I’ll be giving you a tour of the school building and the overall campus, but first we need to pick up another person. If it’s okay with you that is?”


“Um, sure. That’s fine.” They made their way to the student dormitories in little time. When they found the right door Hinata rapped softly on it.


What’s that noise? Daisuke thought groggily. Opening up his tired eyes, he glanced around the room until he remembered where he was. That’s right, what time is it? The young Ikari pulled back on his left jacket sleeve revealing a digital sports watch. The time read 7:06 AM.


The same noise resounded. A small pain twinged inside his skull. Ouch. The headache was still there though abate. Where’re are my pills? He shifted position reaching into his bag. He pulled out a small bottle of aspirin, downing two black pills a second later. The same noise and pain resounded a third time. Ouch, somebody must be at the door. He got out of bed heading towards the source of the noise. Daisuke stopped himself when remembered something important. Where the heck are my sunglasses? He shifted his gaze around the room hunting for the said item. He smiled to himself when he found them lying on the floor. Daisuke hid his eyes once again behind mirrored glass.


For the quadri time the same noise and pain came. Daisuke cursed mentally. “I’ll be there a in second!” He snapped. Another knock came.


All of the nerves in this body were beginning snap under the pain. Daisuke’s already foul pain driven mood was officially upgraded four full DEFCONs, in other words full on rampage. He stomped towards the door, practically screaming, “I SAID I WAS COMING!” He almost ripped the poor door off its hinges as he tore it open, roaring in a frighted Hinata’s face. Said Hyuuga promptly collapsed, much like the straw house of the first little pig did under the big bad wolf’s blasting breath. The only difference here was that Daisuke possessed morning breath.


“Oh my god, Hinata!” Sora gasped.


Something dawned on him. “Sora, is that you?”


Sora ignored the question, checking on Hinata. She turned her head, a scowl dominant. “Nice first impression, baka.”


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Hinata awoke to the mixed smell of ammonium carbonate and perfume, other wise known as smelling salts. The smell irritated the membranes in her nose and lungs causing her lavender white eyes to flutter open almost automatically.


Daisuke’s messy haired visage caused her to flinch a bit. “Apologize!” Sora commanded, swatting viciously at the young Ikari. Daisuke barely ducked the blow. “All right already, besides you know how irritable I get when I have my migraines, Sora-chan.”


“I know that,” the red head retorted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you made the poor girl faint!” She swatted at him again. Daisuke dodged again thanks to his shinobi reflexes. “Okay! I’ll apologize.” He rolled his hidden ruby eyes. Geez, hell hath no fury like a woman’s ire.


Hinata visibly flinched again at their argument. But inwardly she found Daisuke’s end very funny. Daisuke cleared his throat. “Listen, Hinata was it?” The Hyuuga Heiress nodded. “I’m sorry for making you faint. Are you all right?” He finished in the most apologetic manner he could.


“I’m okay.” Hinata Hyuuga took a moment to analyze his appearance. Payback was not going to be a beach. Hinata let out a small laugh. Daisuke lifted a visible brow. “What’s so funny?” He inquired monotonously.


“Bed head.”


“Bed head?” The ruby eyed youth questioned.


“Yep.” Sora added, playing along with Hinata’s play for vengeance. “And it’s about the worst I’ve ever seen.”


Daisuke patted his head to see if this was true. And they were right. He tried to push it down but his hair just wouldn’t stay down. He cursed mentally. He had to fix this and quick. He bolted into the bathroom.


“By the way,” Hinata added. “You’d might want to fix that morning breath!”


A vicious curse sounded from the small bathroom.


Both girls let out a loud cachinnation.


He kind of looks like a cross between Sasuke and Shino with his hair like that, Hinata mused.


When Daisuke finished. The three set out on an hour long tour of the academy. Hinata informed them about the quirks and various things about the school. Thankfully for Daisuke and the surrounding populace his medicine began to take effect killing what was left of his migraine.


“And that concludes our tour,” Hinata finished. Much to her surprise she hadn’t stuttered once during the tour. Things were starting to look up for Hinata. She was starting to like the two newcomers, Sora especially, the two girls were chatting up a storm. Opposite to her first impression, Daisuke was actually an affable guy when he didn’t have a migraine.


It was around eight A.M. by the time they finished. They had just returned to the main building. There had been a question that had been irking Hinata. “So where are you two from anyway?”


Sora paused. “...I came from Lightening Country last.”


Daisuke flashed her a fanged grin. “I was born in Konoha, but I hail from Kiri.”


Hinata took a moment to let the information sink in. “Oh, really?” The Hyuuga Heiress smiled. “I hear that both ninja academies have tough training programs but their students come out better because of that. You both must be at least Chuunin level.”


Both Sora and Daisuke turned a shade or two red at the compliment. Daisuke smirked. “You don’t the half of it.”


A bell rang shrilly. “Oh! That’s the bell for class. We’d better get on the move if we don’t want to be late.”


Two pink and blond blurs sped down the hallway at breakneck speeds threatening to bowl over anyone that dared to get in their way. The trio jumped out of the way. Daisuke lifted a visible brow. “What the hell was that?”


Hinata let out a small chuckle. “You’ll find out when we get there.”


Naruto Uzumaki was a happy camper today. Today he’d become a ninja! One step closer to becoming Hokage and when he did become the fire shadow all those bigot villagers would have no choice but to kiss his sun-kissed ass.


Naruto was thirteen year old forehead protector wearing member of the graduating shinobi class of 1605 A.D. (After Devastation) in the world of Nirvana. He had spiked blond hair and cerulean eyes, unusual colors for that part of the world but his village was a haven for unusual anyway. His face bared a strange trio of thin line marks that could be found on either cheek. If one took a quick look he or she might think they were whiskers. He wore an atrocious orange with dark blue trim on the shoulders on the jacket part of it.


“What are you doing here, Naruto? You know this place isn’t for dropouts.” A lazy, but familiar voice called out in question.


“Au contre, lazy ass.” Naruto countered, his trademark fox like grin plastered on this visage. “Do you see this?” Naruto jiggled his forehead protector. “Only people who pass get to wear these. So back off. Dattebayo!”


Shikamaru Nara rolled his dark, lackadaisical eyes. “Whatever.” He shrugged, sauntering back to his seat. Shikamaru was the laziest person in the class, often not doing work because it was “too troublesome” or “a real drag.” The only reason why he even passed was because of the high test scores he got, which actually were on par with the rookie of the year himself. Naruto actually used to be friends with the guy but they had a fallout thanks to Shikamaru’s parents. Shikamaru was apart of the Nara clan which specialized in shadows.


Nothing could ruin Naruto’s day or so he thought.


“I won the race, Ino pig!” A gloating female voice said coming from the entrance of the class room. “Like hell you did, forehead!” Another feminine voice argued coming from the same direction. “My foot was at least a tenth of an inch ahead!”


The two voices belonged to all time rivals Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno. Fighting, arguing, you name it and they probably have done it. And what were they contesting over? The nonexistent affections of the rookie of the year, of course!


The two were almost exact opposites in the case of looks. Both were cute, yes. But we are taking in terms of style. Ino wore a navy blue sleeve less blouse and short skirt, she had platinum blond hair in a ponytail that reached a bit below her lower back. Her eyes were blue-green-pupil less, without knowing much about her pedigree one might mistake them as a kekkei genkai.


Sakura was wearing a scarlet cheongsam with a pair of black bike shorts. Her forehead protector restrained her hair that was the same color as her namesake. The eyes she had were a bright jade with the same sparkle of high quality stones.


Whether or not the two liked to admit it they had a lot in common.


Naruto turned his head to the commotion only to have a dreamy look come to his cerulean eyes. Sakura, he thought, a blush coming to the forefront of his face. Here she comes. I wonder if I could get her to sit next to me for once. A smirk formed at the thought.


Sakura finally managed to push past her rival. She was walking Naruto’s way the same dreamy look in her jade eyes. The blush on Naruto’s cheeks turned into a deep crimson. He stood up. “Hey there Sakura-chan,” the blond said cheerfully with a wave. “You wanna sit next to me?”


“Hello Naruto,” The pinkette said flatly. But when she sat down and saw her “true love” she immediately perked up like a proper pinkette. “Morning, Sasuke-kun!” Sasuke only glanced not even having the courtesy to so much as nod.


Sasuke Uchiha, valedictorian of the class of 1605. Referred to as a genius by many and emo by some. Everything seemed to come to the boy as if he was the reincarnation of King Midas himself. Good looks, good grades, rich pedigree, and a large enclave to call his own. Hell, he even had his own fan club for goodness sake. But all of that he would sacrifice for the one thing he lacked, a family. There were some nights where he just laid in bed wishing to see the loving smile of his mother or even the neutral visage of his father just one more time. After a while he came to the realization that just wishing wouldn’t bring them back. Nothing could...


He had to make that man pay though. The man who took everything the younger Uchiha loved. The man who he had once called brother.


He had forsaken everything for that goal. He couldn’t let anything get in his way or anchor him down. Sasuke seldom smiled anymore either, and when he did it was usually a smirk.


Sasuke Uchiha had longish raven hair that stuck out more than a bit in the back. His obsidian orbs were placid pools that underneath housed a maelstrom of poorly restrained loathing and desperation. His attire consisted of a dark blue wide collared t-shirt with the emblem of his clan emblazoned on the back and a white pair of jean shorts.


Naruto was pissed. Why was it that Uchiha-teme got all the girls? The teme treated them like dirt and ignored them. The blond didn’t like to see women being treated like that especially not his Sakura-chan. Naruto glowered. “Hey, tem-“


“Good morning, everyone!” Hinata greeted cutting off the blond. The whole class turned to the Hyuuga Heiress and the two newcomers an honest curiosity in their eyes. “We have two new students joining us today. Daisuke from Kiri and Sora from Kumo.”


Sora turned a bit red at the mention of Kumo. “Um, hi...” She waved, her nervousness overwhelmingly obvious. “Salutations,” Daisuke greeted nonchalantly with a smile that sported his village’s trademark dental work.


Some of the class got up and returned the favor. The girls seemed to eye the dual newcomers with curiosity and a dull suspicion while the majority of the guys seemed to blatantly drool over Sora because of her beauty...


She’s beautiful... Kiba Inuzuka thought along with the class’ male population. He wore a grey parka with black fur on the rim the hood which he always seemed to have over his head. His eyes were dark, feral sits that seemed to have a dependable air about them. Kiba’s cheeks sported facial paint that looked like elongated canines. His albino puppy Akamaru, which Kiba always kept with him could sense his master’s emotions. Akamaru yipped happily.


Even Shikamaru, the most lackadaisical guy in the entire village, sat up straight and took interest. Whoa! She’s hot. His eyes widened scanning the red head.


Naruto froze his eyes wide. Wow, she’s sexy!


Yup, they were all spellbound.


Daisuke didn’t like the looks the guys were giving Sora. His affable smile quickly morphed into a cold scowl.


Cloud and Mist, huh... The Uchiha Heir thought a bit skeptically. Hn... Sora was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable from all the stares. Sasuke sensed her uneasiness. He honesty couldn’t get a reading on the new guy who was cool as a cucumber. I wonder where they are really from.


Sora sweat dropped. Maybe this school is a little too friendly.



Hinata was trying to introduce the pair to everyone as she led them into the class room. “That’s Shino.” A young man wearing sunglasses and high-collar jacket nodded their way. “That’s Chouji.” A bulbous young man inhaling a bag of chips gave them a distorted “Hiya!” “And that’s Sasuke.” She lowered her voice a bit. “He’s the most popular guy in the school and local heart throb!” Hinata giggled.


“Heh, heh,” Sora forced. Dai nodded disinterestedly. Sasuke, huh? Thought the young Ikari with a hidden interest. There’s something about him. I’ll have to get some data on him later.


“That’s Naruto,” Hinata pointed out with a bit of blush. “He’s a bit of a twit! But he is cute.” She got a bit redder.


“Really?” Sora said a bit slyly with a small devilish smile.


“Yeah, he likes to pull pranks and get on people’s nerves,” the Hyuuga Heiress said in a shy tone, fiddling nervously with her fingers. “But I know he just does it to just to get attention.”


“Oh?” Sora said thoughtfully. Dai nodded, mentally observing the blonde’s chakra signature and facial features. “Why’s that?” The ruby eyed youth questioned with a genuine interest. This Naruto kid looks like the Yondaime Hokage. When Daisuke was younger, his father and grandfather had told him all kinds of stories about ninjas and their heroics. From the great Founder, Shodai, to the greatest hero, Yondaime. Trimurti and the Legendary Three. He admired all of them. But the one he considered his inspiration was the “Yellow Flash.” That person was one of the greatest reasons why he had came here in the first place.


“Uh, I’m not quite sure. I think he lost his parents soon after he was born.” Hinata answered in kind, looking down. “I feel sorry for him.”


Sora nodded sadly, glancing the blonde who was still staring dreamily at her.


“Good morning, everyone!” The Chuunin Sensei, Iruka Umino, greeted appearing in a swirl of wind that came out of nowhere. Making the whole class go silent he continued. “Today we will be...” He spotted Sora and Daisuke among the hopefuls. “Hello! Sora is it?” The red head nodded. “Well, welcome to the ninja academy of Konohagakure no Sato. I am Iruka Umino-sensei.” Iruka said with a small bow.


“Thank you, Sensei.”


Iruka smiled. “Since you are both already genin you will not have to take the exam. But I will need to test your strength in order to get a feel for which team you will be best suited for. So you two come with me, we’ll be heading outside. The rest of you can relax a bit. We will back in a few.”


“Hey Iruka-sensei, can we come too?” Naruto solicited.


“Are you nuts!” One of the females shouted in disdain. “It’s supposed to rain out there today!” She pointed out the obvious clouds.


“You can go out if you want, idiot.” Another said. “I’d rather stay dry.”


“ Now, now.” Iruka said sternly, craning his neck. “A real shinobi shouldn’t complain about the weather. He or she should be able to adapt no matter what the conditions.” He turned back to Sora and Dai. “You two don’t mind if you have an audience, do you?”


Dai shrugged while Sora shook her head and said “not at all.”


The group peregrinated though the humid atmosphere and soused grass, it had rained quite a bit and was now still coming down in a more restrained drizzle. Part of the group was savvy enough to bring their cloaks and jackets. Those that did not endure the sopping rain and chance of catching Pneumonia. One of these people was Daisuke Ikari, he was gentleman enough to give his jacket to his fellow peregrine, Sora.


The students who had decided to come out were mainly the Rookie Nine. The Rookie Nine were a prestigious lot that was chosen by the Hokage himself from each year’s graduating class. These individuals were predicted by the Hokage to be the best future lights of the village. The Fire Shadow was seldom wrong about these people.


The peregrination had stopped when they reached an area on the south west corner of campus. The area was immured with ten feet tall a chain-linked fence, barbed wire topped the enclosure. Various signs of warning adorned the barricade. Behind the impediment a thicket of oak trees were imprisoned. Iruka, for a moment, monkeyed around with a large ring of keys that were attached to a chain before he used a select key to unlock the gate. Not only was Iruka a teacher he was also the superintendent for the whole campus. The congregation pushed passed the walls to a small clearing that revealed the open maw of a cave. Carved around the entrance on the rock formation was a complex array of seals and various runes that looked to be from an age long passed. Anyone familiar with the art of Fuuin (Sealing) would have recognized it as a binding jutsu.


Iruka was the first to speak. “Do any of you recognize this from your text books?” The Chuunin teacher pointed to the maw.


The jade eyed Sakura gasped. “Don’t tell me this place is...”


“Exactly.” The Chuunin superintendent/teacher nodded. “When the Shodai Hokage first built the foundation of this village with his Mokuton (Wood) jutsu over a hundred years ago. He also laid down a large Fuuin jutsu. The whole village was built around this seal in a very intricate formation. As a matter a fact, if you look at the village map will you notice each of the major edifices and monuments are placed in a very interesting manner. Six in all, Konoha Library, Hokage Tower, Ninja Academy, ANBU HQ, Hokage Monument, and finally the Tomb of the Shodai and Nidaime. If any of the seals in these key points were to be altered or destroyed it would spell absolute disaster for the village and the surrounding area.”


“What kind of disaster?” Sora questioned.


Sakura answered for Iruka. “Before the Shodai and Nidaime came to the mainland and built this village. This whole area was a wasteland ruled by demons and warring tribes of barbarians. No one dared to venture this land unless they had a death wish. With in a year of coming here, the brothers Mishima with the help of the Fire army subdued all the barbarians plus most of the demons. When they came to this sector of the new territory and saw Mt. Hokage (also known as Mount Temen-ni-gru in the barbarian tongue) the brothers automatically fell in love with it, thinking it to be the ideal place to set up shop. The advisers and officers pleaded with the brothers telling them about the high concentration of demons underneath their very feet, they even went as far as calling it ‘the gate way to hell’. But the brothers would hear none of it, using their most powerful ninjutsu they shaped the very land around them into a pulchritudinous paradise that even the Kami themselves would envy. As for the demons themsel-“


“That’s enough, Forehead.” Ino seethed in interruption. “Stop trying to impress Sasuke with your massive forehead given intellect.”

“Shut up, Ino-swine!” Sakura screeched. “Like you know anything about the forefathers! Half the time during class all you do is paint your nails!”


“My personal hygiene is none of your business, you pink haired flunkey! Besides who the hell has pink hair anyway!?” Ino chided. “It’s just plain unnatural.”


“Like you’re one to talk, pig.” Sakura countered with just as much venom, her eyes had a clearly hurt look to them though. “White hair is just as bad.”


Ino’s eyes flared. No one talks about my hair like that. It was on now. “Bilboar...”


“Could you two chowder heads just zip it.” The younger hooded Uchiha commanded gruffly. “I don’t want to be out here any longer than I have to.”


“Yes, Sasuke-kun.” Both girls chorused meekly.


“What a Casanova.” Daisuke snorted in amusement, saying it quietly to the red head while elbowing her gently . “You’d better watch yourself, Sora. This guy will have you off your feet in no time.”


“Yeah really.” Sora laughed, giving Dai a soft punch in the arm.


Kiba picked up on that and chuckled a bit. “Did you hear that Sasuke-sama?” The feral boy called out his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Seems the new guy has a bone to pick with you.” He had been itching to see a good fight since the day started.


Sasuke turned in the two’s direction. “Hn...” He honestly didn’t care. But years of the same bull that the Inuzuka always tried to pull was starting to grate on his nerves. The Uchiha Heir stared at the feral Inuzuka coldly.


Daisuke rolled his ruby optics and scowled at Kiba. Yet another person I can add to my total douche list.



Kiba Inuzuka felt cold eyes with a bit of killing intent on trained on him. From the younger Uchiha at least, he honestly couldn’t tell from the shades on the other guy. Even though he didn’t like to admit it, he felt more than a bit intimidated. The combined creepy stare of Daisuke Ikari and killer intent gaze of Sasuke Uchiha was more than enough to make an experienced chuunin wet himself a bit.


Sora rolled her eyes. Not again. She grumbled mentally. It was happening again... Whenever a situation like this happened he used that stupid stare. When the first time they met he tried using that on her. She put an immediate stop to it though, she didn’t let anyone intimidate her especially a boy.


“Stop that!” The red head commanded shortly, smacking Daisuke in the back of the head. “Gah! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?” He turned to Sora rubbing the offended spot tenderly. She only answered by giving him the evil eye.


The ruby eyed youth put his hands up defensively. “C’mon, Sora-chan! You know that the mutt started it.”


“I’m not a mutt!” Kiba snarled. “I’m the heir to the...”


“Shut it.” Iruka said sternly. “Let’s just get this over with before we catch our deaths.”


Naruto sweat dropped. Man, I’m glad that I didn’t get into that...


“Okay, everyone!” Iruka clapped getting the class’ attention. “Up into the trees, things are about to get messy.”


“Wait a sec!” Daisuke interrupted. “You never even told us what we are suppose to do yet!”


“Oh, right.” Iruka smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that. As you may have guessed from Sakura’s lecture, this cave is the entrance to a hive of blood thirsty demons. Believe it or not, they are right under our feet plotting and scheming Kami knows what.”



Daisuke frowned, wordlessly telling the teacher to get to the point.


Iruka blinked, clearing his throat. I swear kids now a days don’t know how appreciate a good lesson. “The task is to kill three demons I summon from the cave. Do that and you will be accepted into our village.”


Sora frowned as well. “I thought we gained entry when we pledged our loyalty to the village.”


Sasuke’s lips curved into a small smile. “You didn’t think it would be that simple now did you? There has always to be a trial by fire before you enter any respectable organization.”


Daisuke smiled. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He said cheerfully. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a decent fight.” He withdrew a familiar crimson scroll from his pants pocket. The young Ikari deftly unrolled it slamming his hands into the papyrus after biting his thumb and making a few choice seals.


“Kuchiyose no jutsu!” (The Art of Summoning)


In a puff of smoke, a sword appeared in the ex-Kiri genin’s hands. A wakizashi to be precise, the scabbard and hilt were fashioned in shirasaya style. The lacquered wood was crimson in color.


Daisuke shifted the shirasaya into his belt. Moving his hands to the pocket of his jacket, which his partner in crime Sora still had on, he withdrew a pair of fingerless black standard issue chuunin gloves.


Slipping them on, he and Sora glanced at each other blush evident.


Iruka smiled slightly. Someone’s enthusiastic. That wasn’t the first impression he gave me at first. Almost like Sasuke, but I guess the prospect of battle and being around people his own age brought out the real him. “I guess that means you want to go first, right?”


Daisuke gave him a sharp toothed grin, stroking the hilt of his sidearm.



“Good.” Iruka said. “Into the trees everyone! Use a henge no jutsu (Transformation Technique) to blend yourselves into the background. We don’t need the beasts noticing us.”


With that the group disappeared leaving the rogue nin in the clearing. This is the land of milk and honey you always talked about, Sensei. You always said you’d make Kiri just like this place. I’m sorry that couldn’t walk the path with you. I have my own promises and dreams to fulfill. Sensei, Sui-niisan, wherever you are I’ll find you. “But for now just lend me your strength.”


Somewhere in the Land of Rice a white-haired man sneezed.


Sorry about the cliffhanger, again. I was planning for this chapter to be a lot longer, but once again I just wanted to get this out this out there. Anyway, please tell me what you think.


On an additional note, I want to thank my Betas Andrew Joshua Talon and Fire Halo. With out your thoughts plus encouragements I would had taken a lot longer to get this out.


Godspeed,


-Centurious The Azure