I am hoping that this story idea hasn't been taken yet. If it has, I will take this down ASAP. If it hasn't, I'll make updates every two weeks or so(if I remember or if I have the time)

I'm not the best of writers, nor the best at the sex scenes, so I ask for any and all readers to please give me opinions, reviews, and encouragement if possible, Critiques are welcomed but flames will be ignored.

Note that because of how wide this board makes things, my paragraphs seem very short. Please trust me in saying that most of them are not and when I write them, are well around 5-7 lines, again, that's most of them.

Chapter 1: Good-Bye Life, Hello Afterlife?

His chest was burning. His vision was becoming fuzzy, and all around him he could hear nothing but gunshots erupting from around him. A lucky ass clip had penetrated him to his chest, and it didn't take a medic for him to know that he was a goner. They tried to drag him away, but he knew that he'd die anyways. So he'd go down taking as many of the bastards that shot at him as possible. Grabbing his M249 SAW Para, he loaded his last clip and began to fire.

All around him, enemy troops that had overlooked him as a dead man began dying themselves as he pumped a round or two into their chests. At first, the enemy squad erupted into a quick panic, wondering why their men were suddenly dropping dead out of the blue. It didn't take long for them to see him, and they began to turn their weapons onto him. When the squad leader shouted, they began firing.

He ignored the shots that entered the unimportant parts of his body. He just kept crawling to their leader, his M249 taking out those that were in his way. THIS would be his final act of loyalty to his country. Soon enough, he couldn't feel his right leg anymore, as it was turned to swiss cheese by enemy bullets. A few minutes later, his left leg joined it. He still kept crawling, oblivious as to what just happened.

He could see the fear in their eyes. They could see the unyielding fire that was held in his eyes. The eyes of a man who has nothing to lose anymore, but everything to gain with each person he killed. In their native language, they began to call him a demon as they kept shooting him, hoping to hit his brain, heart, or other vital organs as he kept on crawling towards their leader, who was frozen stiff in fear.

Finally, one of their bullets had killed his crawling hand. He stared at it for a few minutes before pulling up his M249 and taking careful aim. He had 3 bullets left, and he wasn't going to make them miss as they kept firing at him.

"BANG!" "BANG!" BANG!"

With a satsified smile on his face, he saw the enemy squad leader fall to his 3 shots. By then he had lost a lot of blood and his consciousness was fading, very fast. He let his last living hand drop as the enemy troops began to surround him at and point to him with all of their weapons.

"You are truly a warrior of Valor. If you were on our side, you would have been hailed a hero a long time ago. It is sad to see one with such fire as you die like a dog out here. Good-Bye, Dragonheart, Warrior of Courage and Strength of Heart." he heard one of the enemy troops say in english before their bullets rained down on his body, and his life left him.

On December 12th, 2093, Lt. Eric Nakamura died serving the United States Marine Corps. 12th Division in World War III. He would be given a closed casket funeral, a proper send off, and be awarded various medals for his acts of courage and valor, while his troops were under heavy fire. His sacrifice would not be forgotten and his name would be in the history books, labeling him as a War Hero. He wouldn't even get to see his wife giving birth to his son, and he was supposed to go on leave right after that fatal mission.......

It was on that same day, Sikiren 12th, 2093 in the Kirian calendar, Blitz Senryu, a legendary dragon-warrior, was reborn in a very unusual way..........

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Breath, life was returning to him. It should be impossible, as he was cursed to die sleeping for an eternity. He had quite clearly remembered seeing the damned council holding him down while chanting out that cursed ritual. All because they were scared of his power. The blood that ran through his veins, granting him superiority over them. He had been modest about his abilities, he had fought for Mijal in the Great Dragon Wars, and this was how they repayed a War Hero?

He had cursed them to burn in Bahamut or Lillith's stomach when they died. However, now, he was about to live again, and he could gain his revenge. Oh, how he wanted to rip out their hearts and feast on their flesh. He would never forget the looks of greed, pride, and smugness on their faces, and he would make sure he wiped them out.

".......I?" a voice whispered.

The dragon looked aound, wondering where the voice came from.

"Where am I?" the voice asked again. The dragon looked further before closing his eyes in concentration.

When he opened them, he noticed something was vastly wrong. His body was rising, and he didn't even feel himself push his arms. His eyes opened much later after he thought he did. Then he began to worry when he saw himself speak without even thinking.

"Hello?" the voice cried out. The voice belonging to him.

What the hell was happening? Wasn't he in control of his own body. He raised his hands, and in horror he saw his body did not do the same, even though he clearly saw his own hands right in front of his face. It was then that the sad truth had hit him.

Although that was his body being woken up, his soul wasn't in there.

He rushed towards his body, but the moment he tried to touch it, he was rejected by a very powerful force. It had almost knocked him out, and it took very powerful spirit calling magic to do that. He was going to prep himself to try again, when he saw his arm beginning to fade.

With another soul inhabiting his body, his own soul wasn't needed, and was to be moved on to another realm. A realm where he could be with his ancestor Bahamut and fight valiently in the endless mock wars that took place in it while one waited for his soul to be tried and judged.

So with was with non-existant tears falling out of his eyes, the TRUE Blitz Senryu, had died in spirit and in vain trying to curse whoever did this to him.

The person in his body was very confused and had no idea what was happening to him. All he remembered was the shouting, some weird noises, and the feeling of peace, but restlessness as the same time. Then, he woke up here in what felt like minutes later. His hearing had improved, as well as his sight and other senses. So he slowly stood up walked around, taking note how tired he felt.

He soon figured out that he was in an underground cave, and walked next to a puddle that had formed from the moisture all around him. When he saw his face, he managed to let out a very big and long shout of suprise. He couldn't remember what he looked like, but he knew for sure it wasn't supposed to be what he saw in his reflection.

Blue scales that glittered like starlight on a calm night. Horns sticking out of the back of his skull. Sharp, piercing green eyes. An X shaped scar going across his face, from eyebrow to cheek. Looking down, he saw he had claws, wings, a tail, and a very big 'package' which slowly withdrew itself as it became accustomed to the cold. Rising to his full height, he could only guess that he now stood well at 6 to 7 feet tall.

With the mystery of his appearence solved, he now had new problems on his hands.

A) He had no idea, when, where, how, or why he was where he was.
B) He also had no idea about himself, his personality, or past.
C) It was getting very chilly, and though he felt a great warmth at the pit of his stomach, he knew that if he did not escape from where he was soon, the cold mixed with the moisture and water could freeze him alive.

So with that, the lost and confused Dragon stood back up, and began to try and find an exit from where he was. He had a lot to look up, and he didn't know how much time he had to look for it. He could only pray to whatever diety was out there to guide him to the exit and show him the way to figuring out what was happening..........

End of Chapter 1

all i can say is wow! u did a great job on the first ch and i can see an interesting story coming out of it. lol, i love any story having todo with dragons and yours has captured my attention :devil2: keep up the good work, cant wait for ch 2! :w00t:

thanks very much. I try to do my best. I should have chapter 2 up tomorrow if I get the drive to do so.

I figured that this fic won't be a dragon only fic, but other species will be in there as well. So the main relationship will be an interspecies one, but it won't stop me from having dragon/dragon at times.

lol, i dont care if it doesnt have only dragons, i love any story that has a dragon at least. i enjoy interspecieswith dragons though :devil2: keep it up, i cant wait! lol :devil2: :devil2:

Well, here I go. The X-rated stuff won't happen till next chapter, but I hope that it'd be worth the wait.

Chapter 2: The Realistic Nightmare

He could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The cool air kissing his scales as the temperature slowly dropped. The lost Dragon had been walking for what felt like an eternity through a maze of tunnels, until he found out that he had been walking in circles. When that was realized, he began to trust his ears instead of his eyes. Because if he didn't get out of there soon, he'd be suffering from not only frostbite, but he could die being frozen solid as well. So he followed the sound of a gentle but fierce breeze and found himself going up, to the entrance of the tunnel.

Stepping outside, he had to cover his eyes from the myraid of colors that pushed themselves onto him. The setting sun was bright, and threw it's orange and red colors at him. Shaking his head, the dragon found himself growing used to the change and lowered his hand. Taking a look around his general area, the cave he had been in was deep inside a mountain. He had come out some dozens of feet from the peak.

Everything he could see down below was seen as if they were right in front of him. He had to rub his eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him, but his were most likely much better than having 20/20 vision. He could see a forest down below, and in the heart of it, was a city. He could see the inhabitents. Humans, bi-pedal felines, canines, and the such. However, when he blinked, some of those walking cats and dogs turned into humans. The dragon could only guess he must've seen an illusion.

So he gently let out his wings. He could feel how stiff they were. They must've not had a good flight in years. He could tell because when he tried to fly, he barely got over a foot over the ground. So with a sigh, he slowly climbed down the mountain, his claws going right through the stone as if it were tissue paper. He was very high up, so the sun was completely down and the moon well into the sky before he managed to make it to the bottom.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he found himself surrounded by trees. Many, many varities and types of trees. The Dragon knew he was SO lost, and he cursed himself for not bothering to remember where the Town he saw was. So he tried wandering about and hoping he'd just run into the place. However, when his vision began to get fuzzy, it was then he noticed the condition of his own body. His stomach was growling, his lips were parched, he was sweating from all the walking and climbing earlier.

"Shit......." he whispered as he tried to walk into the woods, but fell over and collapsed. He struggled to have his eyes stay open as long as they could, but he was fading fast. Just as sleep took over him, he saw a pair of feet coming towards him.

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Never in all of his years as an innkeeper had Kenshin Benitora expect to see an actual Dragon outside of their cities in the heart of Bimarta after the Great Dragon Wars took place. For both their numbers and the numbers of the Grand Alliance, a war squad made up of all species, had forced them to stop trying to conquer every single territory they had come across. Now, anywhere but in Bimarta, Dragons have a 50/50 chance of being treated like crap anywhere they go.

Luckily for the poor passed out one in front of him, Kenshin was the half of people who treated them like any other person, with a small amount of respect. Although he couldn't lift the dragon (with them weighing in at nearly a ton with the scales thickness), he could drag him back to Town and his inn. Thankfully, Kenshin had a reputation of being very violent towards those that even looked at him the wrong way. That should keep away the ones that'd want to kill the Dragon before he could get any answers.

So when he kicked in the door to his inn, "The Flying Tiger", not a soul dared to look in his direction as he dragged the Dragon upstairs and threw him on a bed in one of the untaken rooms. Just as he was about to call his wife, he remembered that she was out getting the ingredients for a new dinner dish she was trying out and slapped his head. He didn't want to take care of anybody at the moment.

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He was dreaming, because the scene in front of him couldn't be real. All around him, in black and white, two [SPAM] of people of all different species were clashing with each other. Swords, spears, bows and arrows, axes, to even the giant rocks around them on the battlefield, everything and anything was to be considered a weapon and a shield. However, he wasn't there, each time he thought he was about to be attacked and killed, the weapon harmlessly passed through him.

People were shouting, people were dying. Some were betrayed, some were united. All the while, he wondered why he was seeing this war play out in front of his eyes. That is, until, the battle slowly died out as everything stopped midswing or dash to look at someone who just entered the battle. The Dragon looked around and noticed that the other Dragons that were fighting were smiling, while everything else had pure fear etched onto their faces.

Looking to where they were staring in fear or awe, he saw......himself. Or at least what he thought was himself. Only this version had one scar going across his face and looked much stronger than his current form. He was wearing some armor of some kind, which looked rather futuristic compared to the melting pot of different armors that the other species had put on to battle. In his hand was a very long sword, about 5-7 feet long if he looked closely. On the blade were many runes, and the hilt also had some writing etched onto it. There was no hilt guard.

So as he walked towards the other version of himself, he could see a very wicked smiled plastered on his face. One that was looking forward to seeing a lot of blood, or a lot of people dying. Or maybe a combination of both. He couldn't tell at the time. He saw himself lift his sword into the air, and then, came the part that actually scared him.

He saw his younger self looking right at him, as he whispered some words that he would burn right into his mind for the rest of his days.

"Without Light, the Darkness Rules. Without Darkness, Light is king. But neither is Absolute, for all shall come back. To the world of Zero. Shinigami: RyuOugi!"

With that, the slaughter began.

He didn't even see his younger self move until a head went flying through the air. He snapped his head in the general direction, only to see blood flying out in another direction. Soon, many people began dying again, and the battle resumed in full force. He couldn't even see himself anymore, because the pure speed that other self was using was beyond his tracking movements.

So he tried to run after himself, until he actually found himself crashing into the ground, because his other self had found him. He raised up the sword, and brought it down, wanting to kill him in one slice.

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The Dragon woke up sweating. That nightmare.....it had felt so real, that it was scary. When he finally caught his breath, he noticed that he wasn't on the ground anymore. He was in a room, and on a bed. Looking to his right, he found some clam chowder sitting on a desk a hands length away from him. He grabbed it and ate/drank it greedily. Anything that his mouth missed his long, serpent-like tounge got and brought it back in. The warm food made him forget about the nightmare for awhile.

Getting up from the bed, he saw some clothes had been laid out for him. They were plain looking. A white shirt (with two holes for his wings), some long jeans(with a hole for his tail), and a pair of fingerless gloves. He thought about putting them on, when he remembered that he smelled a bit because he was sweating so much earlier. However, when he sniffed the air, he noticed that he was completely clean now.

As he wondered what had happened, someone came into the room. He saw a white, furred tiger standing on two feet. His black stripes were deep and ferocious looking. He was wearing the same clothes that were laid out in front of him. The newcomers face had a serious look on him.

"Now that you have a full stomach, do you mind explaining to me why a person who was officially declared dead over 200 years ago be alive and breathing right in front of me? Can you explain that to me, Blitz Senryu?" Kenshin asked.

End of chapter 2

This post has been edited by Kenshin12 on Sep 21 2008, 10:09 PM

:w00t: wow, u really set up this story well so far! im enjoying it very much! it keeps getting more interestin, which is a good thing! :w00t: :devil2: keep it up kenshin! :devil2: :devil2:

lol, i can wait till next ch for some sex. lol :devil2: just keep up the great work! :devil2:

OMG, this story is so horribly, crappily, AWESOME. I can't wait for the next chapter.

thanks for the support guys. I'm not really good at writing sex scenes though, so if anyone wants to voulnteer and help me out, I'd appreciate it. Estimated time for next chapter: Thurs.

Heyy this is pretty good...I'm just glad that we have a bunch of fantastic writer here on our little forum... A great big 10 for you :D

saw your story and had to read it .. i cant wait for more keep up the great work
dragon

Keep up the great work. Can't wait for the next chapter.

wow, this is great. I didn't know this story was getting popular (by my standards)

Again, the offer in helping to write out sex scenes would be great.

So far so good. Me likey. :3 Hmm.. Not much to say. Very interesting storyline

very awsome story hope to see more soon