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Preface

-nyo.  Hey everyone reading.  This will be my first major story that I want to complete.  Please note a few things.  First of all I am not the most intellectual  feline in the world so do expect a few if not most descriptions short and to the point.  Secondly, yes, this is a fan fiction but there is absolutely no sexual intercourse throughout the entire story.  Third, even though is revolves around my character, this is in no way stating that I am God of the story while the other characters are completely useless.  Lastly, as this combine the two genres I may not know the complete knowledge of certain roles, abilities of the characters, or names of the items and attacks.  Thank you and I hope this goes well =^_^;=

Chapter 1

Darkness.  That is all that he can see in front of him, above him and around him.  The only thing that he can possibly make out below him are patterned black and white squares on the ground.  All was quiet for a brief moment until what felt like wind suddenly flowing through his spiky hair at a single direction.  However illogical it my be, he trusted his instincts to  follow the wind to wherever it takes him.  It only seem to feel like weeks walking down an unknown checkered floor when suddenly faint voices tend  to become louder and louder  the more he kept going.  In the distance, he sees something but couldn't quite make it out.  Using his natural ability to literally skate through the mysterious realm, he realizes that it looks like red curtains  that were already  opened.  Once he got close enough, he can only see a mirror reflection of himself.

Ever curious, he looked himself over to see if anything weird has happened to him so far.  //Black fur, spiky front hair, blue eyes, sword on the back, blue flame jacket with matching pants, black tail with a white tip, black and white shoes, sand...Sand?! //  Before he knew it, a sandstorm has formed around him, and when his sight came into focus amongst dust he can see visions of his dark past.  The day when he was nothing but a small child playing along the fields with other children into the city.  A brush of heavy sand blows by showing the young boy screaming for dear life as the surrounding guards became frozen.  As the last batch of sand blows he can hear a voice.  Something not of his world but for some reason, he can make it out. ~I know what that's like.~  "~What?~" he replied as the sands shows his young self being forced and dragged down what looks to be a royal throne room.  ~To have everything you wanted. Just to be taken away.~  The sands shows a figure standing by his throne overlooking the frightened child in disgust as a portal forms in front of him. "~What's going on?~"  As the boy was tossed into the abyss, the storm as finally died down and all that he sees is his younger self within the mirror floating unconscious.  ~You can do great things.  But it doesn't mean that you must fight everyone to prove that you exist.~  He could no longer stand the mysterious lecture anymore as he suddenly grabs what looks like handheld vacuum cleaner with a clock as its base.  He grabbed onto the front end of the vacuum, yelled at the top of his lungs "~THAT'S ENOUGH!~" and smashed into the mirror in front of him.

It was then he realized that not only the mirror cracked but the entire darkness and checkered floor.  As the his surroundings shatters apart, he now finds himself in a snowy plain field with very few trees and stones during a strong snowfall.  He then spoke "~I don't need you to remind me of my past.  Now what do you want?~"  He can only listen to figure out where that voice is coming from as it replied ~You are a good warrior.  But if you continue the way you are, I fear for what will happen in the future~  The warrior closed his eyes and cracked a smile as he holds his vacuum properly in front of his face.  Figuring out what this craziness means, he asked the voice "~Really?~" "~As far as I know, this is my dream.  So either leave me alone..." as he takes aim and quickly turns to where the voice is coming from, he finish saying"...or I'll make you leave!~" and fires a bomb out of his vac.  A shadowy figure jumps out the line of fire as the bomb hits the boulder behind it.  The figure then asks ~Are you sure this is even your dream?~  The warrior then notices that the explosion from the bomb caused that area to change the surroundings again.  Only this time it became a grassy field with a few houses and windmills in the far distance with clear blue sky.

Startled and confused, he dropped his vacuum and starts to slowly draws his light blue sword from his back. "~Who...are...you?~"  he asks as he tries to take a good look at the odd figure.  But it's still hazy to him.  The only few things he can barely make out is that it has something on its head with a long oversized poof hanging on each side.  The figure said ~I don't want to do this.  But if it's the only way...~  He suddenly knows that the sky was getting  more cloudy and slightly getting darker.  He responds "~If it means you getting out of my head, then so be it.~" as he readies his sword.  The figure pulled something out that the warrior can clearly make it out.  A gold ring and what seemed to be a green chaos emerald embedded in it.  Suddenly the ring changed shape and the emerald shined a green beam out in a shape of a sword.  He knew he was in for one hell of a fight.

They both ran towards each other without trying to alter their direction.  They've clashed their swords and pitted a stand-off as the fighters are determined to prove which one is right.  They feel their inner abilities grow from within and unleashed it upon pushing each other away.  He can feel the strong winds pushing him back and cutting through his outfit.  The unknown warrior can feel completely frozen by his opponent's power.  It was unable to move for his feet was frozen to the ground before realizing what has happened.  The ice fighter saw the opportunity and reached for his special vacuum.  But before he turned around to aim at his enemy, he can only see the ring slam into the ground causing the ground to shake.  The seismic move made him lose aim just before he fired another bomb causing his opponent to break free.  He can only then see his foe in slowly hovering in the air and realizes the clouds about him quickly turning dark.  As the ring turns back to the beam like sword, flashes of light start to appear rapidly in the clouds.  If he is have to beat him, he would have to do it now.  He would use all of the power within his outfit and focus it toward a final attack.  Using all of his ability, he skates across the grass freezing everything in his path.  The lights from the clouds are now focused on the beam sword as the mysterious foe starts to fall and slowly spin around.  Seeing this he knows that he has only one chance to get this right, the ice below has formed a ramp, lifting him up towards his target.  He can only see the green beam turn to a violent flickering white as his sword glows with an icy neon blue.  He gave the attack his all in hopes to hit whomever the enemy is but before he knew it his opponent was already on the ground but still spinning.  /What!?  How did.../ his thoughts came to a halt the instant he heard a loud thunder from above.  It was too late.  The enemy spun so fast that bolts of lightning  came raining down towards it as the ice fighter got caught in it's path.  Jolt after jolt he became more powerless to defend from the oncoming onslaught it released.   When it was finally over, he began to fall to the ground.

He felt nothing.  He knows that he should hit the ground by now before he lose all consciousness.   The beaten fighter was endlessly falling and before he knew it another voice started talking to him. ~Help me...Please...Help me...~  He could only see a vision of five silhouettes  four shadows lined up in front of the fifth.  The fifth one however, almost looked exactly like the mysterious opponent.  But something about it is different somehow.  He tried to focus in toward that fifth figure but it suddenly showed  white beady eyes and a wickedly evil smile on it's face like a Jack-o-Lantern.  As the demonic figure lunged towards him, he sprung out of his bed in terror.  He then took a moment to realize that it was a dream after all.  The feline leaned off the bed then walked to the window and looked onward to the city of Station Square.  Realizing what this day could bring, he gave off a smirk and said "At last, I finally got to fight you."

Description
Preface

-nyo.  Hey everyone reading.  This will be my first major story that I want to complete.  Please note a few things.  First of all I am not the most intellectual  feline in the world so do expect a few if not most descriptions short and to the point.  Secondly, yes, this is a fan fiction but there is absolutely no sexual intercourse throughout the entire story.  Third, even though is revolves around my character, this is in no way stating that I am God of the story while the other characters are completely useless.  Lastly, as this combine the two genres I may not know the complete knowledge of certain roles, abilities of the characters, or names of the items and attacks.  Thank you and I hope this goes well =^_^;=

Chapter 1

Darkness.  That is all that he can see in front of him, above him and around him.  The only thing that he can possibly make out below him are patterned black and white squares on the ground.  All was quiet for a brief moment until what felt like wind suddenly flowing through his spiky hair at a single direction.  However illogical it my be, he trusted his instincts to  follow the wind to wherever it takes him.  It only seem to feel like weeks walking down an unknown checkered floor when suddenly faint voices tend  to become louder and louder  the more he kept going.  In the distance, he sees something but couldn't quite make it out.  Using his natural ability to literally skate through the mysterious realm, he realizes that it looks like red curtains  that were already  opened.  Once he got close enough, he can only see a mirror reflection of himself.

Ever curious, he looked himself over to see if anything weird has happened to him so far.  //Black fur, spiky front hair, blue eyes, sword on the back, blue flame jacket with matching pants, black tail with a white tip, black and white shoes, sand...Sand?! //  Before he knew it, a sandstorm has formed around him, and when his sight came into focus amongst dust he can see visions of his dark past.  The day when he was nothing but a small child playing along the fields with other children into the city.  A brush of heavy sand blows by showing the young boy screaming for dear life as the surrounding guards became frozen.  As the last batch of sand blows he can hear a voice.  Something not of his world but for some reason, he can make it out. ~I know what that's like.~  "~What?~" he replied as the sands shows his young self being forced and dragged down what looks to be a royal throne room.  ~To have everything you wanted. Just to be taken away.~  The sands shows a figure standing by his throne overlooking the frightened child in disgust as a portal forms in front of him. "~What's going on?~"  As the boy was tossed into the abyss, the storm as finally died down and all that he sees is his younger self within the mirror floating unconscious.  ~You can do great things.  But it doesn't mean that you must fight everyone to prove that you exist.~  He could no longer stand the mysterious lecture anymore as he suddenly grabs what looks like handheld vacuum cleaner with a clock as its base.  He grabbed onto the front end of the vacuum, yelled at the top of his lungs "~THAT'S ENOUGH!~" and smashed into the mirror in front of him.

It was then he realized that not only the mirror cracked but the entire darkness and checkered floor.  As the his surroundings shatters apart, he now finds himself in a snowy plain field with very few trees and stones during a strong snowfall.  He then spoke "~I don't need you to remind me of my past.  Now what do you want?~"  He can only listen to figure out where that voice is coming from as it replied ~You are a good warrior.  But if you continue the way you are, I fear for what will happen in the future~  The warrior closed his eyes and cracked a smile as he holds his vacuum properly in front of his face.  Figuring out what this craziness means, he asked the voice "~Really?~" "~As far as I know, this is my dream.  So either leave me alone..." as he takes aim and quickly turns to where the voice is coming from, he finish saying"...or I'll make you leave!~" and fires a bomb out of his vac.  A shadowy figure jumps out the line of fire as the bomb hits the boulder behind it.  The figure then asks ~Are you sure this is even your dream?~  The warrior then notices that the explosion from the bomb caused that area to change the surroundings again.  Only this time it became a grassy field with a few houses and windmills in the far distance with clear blue sky.

Startled and confused, he dropped his vacuum and starts to slowly draws his light blue sword from his back. "~Who...are...you?~"  he asks as he tries to take a good look at the odd figure.  But it's still hazy to him.  The only few things he can barely make out is that it has something on its head with a long oversized poof hanging on each side.  The figure said ~I don't want to do this.  But if it's the only way...~  He suddenly knows that the sky was getting  more cloudy and slightly getting darker.  He responds "~If it means you getting out of my head, then so be it.~" as he readies his sword.  The figure pulled something out that the warrior can clearly make it out.  A gold ring and what seemed to be a green chaos emerald embedded in it.  Suddenly the ring changed shape and the emerald shined a green beam out in a shape of a sword.  He knew he was in for one hell of a fight.

They both ran towards each other without trying to alter their direction.  They've clashed their swords and pitted a stand-off as the fighters are determined to prove which one is right.  They feel their inner abilities grow from within and unleashed it upon pushing each other away.  He can feel the strong winds pushing him back and cutting through his outfit.  The unknown warrior can feel completely frozen by his opponent's power.  It was unable to move for his feet was frozen to the ground before realizing what has happened.  The ice fighter saw the opportunity and reached for his special vacuum.  But before he turned around to aim at his enemy, he can only see the ring slam into the ground causing the ground to shake.  The seismic move made him lose aim just before he fired another bomb causing his opponent to break free.  He can only then see his foe in slowly hovering in the air and realizes the clouds about him quickly turning dark.  As the ring turns back to the beam like sword, flashes of light start to appear rapidly in the clouds.  If he is have to beat him, he would have to do it now.  He would use all of the power within his outfit and focus it toward a final attack.  Using all of his ability, he skates across the grass freezing everything in his path.  The lights from the clouds are now focused on the beam sword as the mysterious foe starts to fall and slowly spin around.  Seeing this he knows that he has only one chance to get this right, the ice below has formed a ramp, lifting him up towards his target.  He can only see the green beam turn to a violent flickering white as his sword glows with an icy neon blue.  He gave the attack his all in hopes to hit whomever the enemy is but before he knew it his opponent was already on the ground but still spinning.  /What!?  How did.../ his thoughts came to a halt the instant he heard a loud thunder from above.  It was too late.  The enemy spun so fast that bolts of lightning  came raining down towards it as the ice fighter got caught in it's path.  Jolt after jolt he became more powerless to defend from the oncoming onslaught it released.   When it was finally over, he began to fall to the ground.

He felt nothing.  He knows that he should hit the ground by now before he lose all consciousness.   The beaten fighter was endlessly falling and before he knew it another voice started talking to him. ~Help me...Please...Help me...~  He could only see a vision of five silhouettes  four shadows lined up in front of the fifth.  The fifth one however, almost looked exactly like the mysterious opponent.  But something about it is different somehow.  He tried to focus in toward that fifth figure but it suddenly showed  white beady eyes and a wickedly evil smile on it's face like a Jack-o-Lantern.  As the demonic figure lunged towards him, he sprung out of his bed in terror.  He then took a moment to realize that it was a dream after all.  The feline leaned off the bed then walked to the window and looked onward to the city of Station Square.  Realizing what this day could bring, he gave off a smirk and said "At last, I finally got to fight you."