By Indigo Siren

Disclaimer: Bloody Roar is copyright to Hudson Soft. The use of the characters and depicted storyline are purely for entertainment purposes only and in no way is this story being produced to make money. I do however own my outlined idea and characters or plot idea that don't appear in the Bloody Roar series. All rights reserved.

A/N: Nagi is one of the most confusing characters that appeared within the series. From what I've seen, Hudson and Konami have given hardly anything out on her besides very little in game information. I'm not sure of age, background or official story to her. If I am mistaken, so be it. Anyway, I hope you like the story and how the characters are written within. And last of all, no flames. If you don't like, just don't review! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Birth of the Spurious

"And once again, it's been reported that violence amongst the Zoanthropes have risen substantially as of recent. Once more, the human faction of the population is once again plunged into fear over the rising threat of what seems to be a rebellion, though, the unexplainable earthquakes that have occurred during many reported periods is yet to be explained. The government has gone into transactional meeting to call together the world council to discuss what should be done to counter act potential Zoanthrope threats. The national poles on the public opinion on their views on the standing point of the…"

"Turn that crap off would you, Shinji!"

An oil painted face appeared from behind a propped car bonnet. The young man, Shinji, sighed and reached for a towel to wipe his hands, reaching across to the small portable television on the counter top and flicking it off, sexy news reader and all. He wiped a less dirtied hand across a sweaty forehead, standing in the near silence of the garage. The only other sound came from the on and off drilling that his female comrade was doing over an engine part.

"Finding it all to hard to swallow?" Shinji spoke over the noise to his companion, intrigued by the reaction that she'd given for him to switch off the news report.

She turned around, lifting up her protective goggles, brown eyes hard with rage. "It's not hard to swallow. Things happen that provokes the peace, but hell, they have to make a big public deal over it! Do they ever want peace to come between both sides?"

"Uh, I dunno, but…"

"It's just so annoying how people act so blind," she said angrily. "I wish they'd all just open their eyes and understand that life is all about being unique and part of a thousand cultures."

Shinji backed off. "Woah, okay, I understand." He shifted uncomfortably from her gaze and instead, pointed up to the clock. "I think we can call it quits for today."

"But, Pop's wanted the engine done as soon as possible. I'm just so close now…"

"You've been working on it all day! And we even had an early start. Be glad to call it quits," he said with a smile.

She relented humbly, slipping off her gloves and unceremoniously chucking them aside, going on to strip her protective garb and long shirt, revealing a tight leather mini skirt beneath and a thin, white strapless top that barely covered her ample bust. With a tug of a loose hair tie, a wave of light brown hair flew free down her back. Her hand carefully ran through it tiredly.

"Take it easy, Nagi. You work too hard," Shinji said, only with her well being at heart.

"Yeah, yeah," she brushed off, walking towards the stock room door. She reached for her jacket, backpack and motorcycle helmet, which were hung from pegs on the inlet. "You always baby me. I'm a big girl, you know."

"And you'll never let me forget it," he said with a sigh. He gave her a warm smile and motioned her towards the exit. "Go on, slick. Go burn some rubber. I'll lock up here."

"Oh, I will do," she said with a definite tone. "See you around!"

"Later, Miss Mechanic!" He joked after her. She shook her head with a smile as she pushed the metal door open, breaking out into the soft, afternoon sunlight. Her motorcycle was parked just to the side of the entrance.

She mounted the bike, slipping the helmet over her head and pushing down the dark tinted visor. After adjusting the straps of her backpack to a comfortable position she started up the bike, which came to life with an energetic rumble. Kicking off the stand, she propelled the bike down the stretch, really pushing the speed from the vehicle as she hit the roadway.

The feel of the wind rushing against her body was what made life truly exciting. The fight to win against the impossible. The lively eighteen-year-old woman lived for the thrill and basked in the great advances in technology. With such an admonishing heart to such things had got her originally interested her in mechanics - she loved to fix and build gadgets, more or less the latter; it was what she'd always gone with when given the option. Her bike was much of her own creation. Given a starting point, she'd built on to her own preferences, not letting anyone else do anything to help.

It was the way she was, always going for things alone. From early in life, she'd been alone, with most of her family being dead or too far away to help her. Relying on people wasn't her style; it just never got her anywhere. She had her own apartment, styled just the way she wanted it, without anyone to complain. No, she never let anyone try and help her or give her guidance. This stubborn straight had always clung to Nagi, and especially when people were lately trying to drill her into the campaigns and hate wars against the Zoanthropes. Not a Zoanthrope herself, it would have been thought she'd have been against them.

But alas, it was another case. She was all for helping them become a welcomed part of the population. They were just as alone without the support of the community - she truly understood them.

It hadn't been too long back when she was confronted by her cousin, whom had admitted he was a Zoanthrope and wished for her to be of help to him after so much he'd done in the background for her in her younger years. Indeed, in payback, she let herself become involved with the large support group for the Zoanthropes that existed quite publicly within the nations.

This was how she met Yugo Ohgami.

Her cousin introduced her to him, telling her of all the good things he'd done to save his own kind. Nagi had been surprised and very respectful of his courage to fight against such odds. For once in her life, she truly had found a friend in Yugo that she'd never had before. Such power to stand out alone made her evermore willing to keep on doing things her way.

And it didn't help for a start that things were being disturbed with the whole report of Zoanthrope violence. Life wouldn't go on normally until she had made her presence felt, in a certain retrospect.

Fuelled by the thought, she unknowingly sped up, her bike gunning it like lightning. She just wanted to get home and get away from everything, if only for a minute. She wanted to rest, for distantly, she could only envision a tiring battle. The thoughts plagued her, in her dreams at night and in her thoughts by day.

A voice, so near but yet so far. Little pictures that she couldn't recognise. A strange feeling had taken over Nagi ever since this whole new violence saga had come into play. Deep down, she knew something was going to happen.

A battle was coming up, and she knew for sure that she'd be fighting in it. Maybe even alone…

***

A distance shrine, outside of Tokyo…

"GAH!"

A resting man was brought to a seated position, his skin covered with a cold sweat, as he'd just broken away from another dream. No, nightmare.

He tried to calm his erratic breathing, shakily rubbing his glistening forehead. Wracked with contemplation, the monk Ryoho was sat rigid, listening the distant prayers of song of his brothers. Their words of wisdom filled his uncertain mind, trying to go over the dark events of his dreams. He could feel the breaking of worlds inside his head, the war between creatures, hunting out an unimaginable power. Within the darkness, between the fiery war, a meek voice cried for help. The voice itself had literally come from the earth.

He was told time after time that he was linked to something special, but he had been kept in the blank. His family and brothers of the shrine granted a special gift to lay within. But it didn't mean it had to be a good gift - he was kept under close watch and advised greatly to stay at peace. He meditated a lot, to see if he could decipher what he was suppose to be guarding, but all he could hear was a sweet, melodious voice in his spirit sing to him with words that breathed serenity and wisdom into his being. Ryoho could have sworn that voice was something he'd heard before.

He shook his head, blowing out a long sigh, looking about the bleak chamber. The flame torches glowed from corner to corner, bathing the room in a soft, orange glow - such a comforting colour away from the black of his nightmares.

The nightmares had only begun recently, and along with them came strange pains, forced by an energy building within him. It was as if something had broken inside of him and not only effected him, but the people around him too. It didn't seem to be coincidental that when he started having these strange episodes that there were earthquakes and reports of violence. It couldn't have been a premonition of it, could it?

It was then the wooden door to his chamber opened partially and in stepped a small girl. She was donned in traditional shrine robes, hanging a little too long on his arms and legs. Her beautiful azure hair was set into two braids resting to her pale cheeks, with the rest of her hair cut short. Her innocent, wide eyes trained onto the monk as she padded softly over to Ryoho.

"Mana," he greeted gently. He'd know this young girl for a while - part of a family that were close to him and the shrine. The young girl, Mana, was somewhat of a guardian to him. Though she was a child, she had knowledge far beyond her years and an understanding that made her perfect for the job. Though, Ryoho wanted to question what her true job was.

"You were suppose to be resting," she said, obviously worried. "Did you have another nightmare?"

"It's becoming hard to sleep when I know I'm going to be plagued by such dark dreams," he said with a tired sigh.

She looked over him with sympathy, offering a smile. "Please don't worry, Ryoho. I'm sure it will pass. It is a time of great unsettlement."

"Yes, and you know much more about it then you tell me," Ryoho somewhat accused. The girl blinked, her face remaining innocent. He shook his head at her. "I hear the whispers in the shrine. I know something is happening, and it has something to do with me. For so long, I've accepted my duty and lived on the secret of my guard, but now, it is imperative that I learn what is a part of me. Please, Mana, tell me."

The young girl seated herself comfortable on the floor before him, her face deadly serious. "You understand, I tell you this now because our time grows short. You were forbidden this knowledge before in case any abuse could come from it. But you are loyal to the temple and to the people, so I know you swear life and soul to the honour and safety of everyone." He nodded to this, a little confused, but she carried on anyway. "Ryoho, you know you come from a line of great keepers to a soul power. Not a mere power, but of a key to life itself."

"W-What? I don't understand," he said.

She smiled. "I shall explain all." She cleared her throat quietly. "Gaia breaths life and judgement across the planet. She purges all evil from the planet and anything that threatens the existence of all life, and most of all, gets rid of life that doesn't have the ability to evolve with time. Gaia purposely created a creature to guard the Earth and dispose of such evils. She created a dragon with such unimaginable powers, but it was soon realised that it could easily get out of control, so she called together her advocate to place and seal over the dragon and contain it to the body of a powerful soul individual. Ryoho, you are one of the many who became a vessel for the dragon and the seal. What has been happening lately has been because the power of the dragon has grown stronger and the seal has come loose. Something has aggravated it and its power is leaking out, disturbing the Earth and the Zoanthropes, and creating the overwhelming violence. The seal must be replaced, but it is not easy."

Ryoho just sat there completely shocked. Him, a dragon vessel? It sounded impossible, but by the look in Mana's eyes, it definitely wasn't a lie.

"What must we do?" He asked.

Mana re-stood. "We must leave this place. We must travel to Gaia's temple so that I can properly replace the seal."

"Gaia's temple… but, wait… wasn't that burned down a year ago?" He asked in remembrance.

"Ah, yes, but Gaia's humble advocate set to work to rebuild it. The only reason it was destroyed because the gateway from there to Beast Legacy was ripped apart by the unstable Unborn power and the destruction of the tabula."

"The Unborn, I would have thought they would have been behind all of this from the start," Ryoho said, disgusted by even saying their name.

"They are an influence, but not the cause. Are you rested enough, Ryoho?"

He stretched his arms out, his muscles popping as he pulled feeling back into his body. "I would say that I have got all the rest I will get."

"Good, then we must leave straight away. Time is of the essence and I know that the sooner we get there, the sooner I can fix the problem. But I will need help…" She sighed, turning towards the door. "There is much work to be done, I hope that I have the strength to do it."

***

Nagi broke off the freeway, taking a side road that cut into the deep suburbs of the city. It was a tight spot of housing of where she lived. Apartment buildings stood cluttered and tall in rows across lines and lines of street ways.

Her bike gracefully traversed a corner into a back route near the garages in which she kept her vehicle. She stopped with a slight screech of tire against concrete and killed the engine, climbing off with a tired sigh. She shook her hair out from her helmet as she removed it, waves of beautiful light hair caressing her face. Hanging her helmet on one of the handlebars, she directed the bike along the side alley, walking carefully with the heavy machine.

She arrived at her own garage and unlocked the steel door, carefully slipping the bike inside and propping it against the wall.

"Night, baby," she said to her little red vehicle and left, slamming down the garage door.

It was just as she was locking the door when she heard a strange, metallic crash just beyond a corner, going into the upper tier basketball court that was situated just behind her apartment building. She couldn't see anything yet and decided to see what was going on.

She followed the corner around and walked the path, sided by a criss-cross metal fence. She finally came to the single gate that led to the basketball court and stood in the open entranceway peering in on the scene before her.

A group of men, tall, broad and rough around the edges were giving a lone man a hard time. The lone man was a lot cleaner looking then the rest of them and had wonderful framing silver hair that touched against a pallid, emotionless face. His long, red trenchcoat swayed in the wind, the three flaps making a ruffling noise. He was like something out a surreal world and Nagi found herself curious about him. There was just something different about him. She listened in to the shouting that was going on between them.

"You asshole!" A man at the front of his pack roared in a crackling voice. His huge, overblown frame overshadowed the gaudy man before him. "You had no right to treat my brothers like you did!"

"They threatened me, so I broke them," the silver haired man said, a slight hint of humour in his voice. "I am allowed to drink where I want, walk I want to walk… I need not of your permission."

The leader's eye twitched. "No… you're just a fungus that needs killing! I know what you are and you're not welcome here, or anyplace else where the decent, HUMAN people are!"

Nagi wanted to interject but was suddenly stopped by the quick outburst of the silver haired man.

"Then I shall welcome myself and my kind to the human world…" He'd moved light lightening towards the surprised back, his arm cutting towards them knifelike, slashing the group in two as they dodged or were thrown back by the strike.

Nagi froze on the spot, deciding whether she should stop it or not. She merely watched as the lone man cleaned the clocks of nearly all the men in the group. In a way, she was all for him teaching them a little respect, but something nagged her, brewing from the back of her mind, that this was wrong. She suddenly felt like she was having déjà vu. Her dreams had felt so similar to this.

Things started to get a little out of hand with the fight.

The relentless lone figure was reducing the men to a pile of wreaked, bloody flesh mounds, not even caring as bones cracked, popped and snapped when he touch limb to limb between them.

It was finally down to the leader of the group and the single man. The former looked horrified at his writhing, half-dead companions.

"You… you monster, I'm going to smash your pretty little face in for this," he said, charging like a wild maniac at his foe.

"You can but try," the silver haired man whispered. He intercepted the incoming man, his grip crushing the punched hand tightly. His long fingers pressed hard around the wrist and easily crushed it. The satisfaction of hearing his challenger's scream was music to his ears. He was ready to strike a blow to his neck when a foot connected with his back. It had been surprising, as he'd been sure all of the man's compatriots had been put down. His hand released the hold on the leader's wrist and he fell down, washed over with agony. The lone man turned to see Nagi in fighting stance before him. She'd made her decision.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you kill these men brutally." Her eyes narrowed on his uncaring face. "I stand for Zoanthrope justice, but this is absurd that she take such remorseless actions."

"You're a foolish woman. You know nothing about justice," he said, his voice smooth and emotionless. "I'll teach you for being so insolent."

It was then a flash before her eyes. The hint of the dream. The beginning of her fight alone…

She barely dodged his incoming punch as her opened up a flurry of combos, using great swift skills to try and inflict serious injuries on her. His fast leg combos were hard to avoid but Nagi had enough fight training from past experiences to keening dodge most of his moves, the wind behind the attacks alone nearly causing her to falter.

After finishing a long kicking combo, he spun and landed, emitting a high battle cry. It left him open to a swift punch from Nagi, who thrust herself forward at him.

"IYAH!" She cried, the punch making him step back, head jolted back.

There was a pause, before laughter suddenly picked up from his lips. Nagi was surprised greatly - that kind of punch would have usually caused a lot of pain, but to this man, it had been nothing. She cringed and stepped back herself.

"Is that your best shot, woman?" He asked mockingly. "If it is, you are truly outmatched."

Nagi frowned deeply. "You're a little overconfident, don't you think?"

"Oh, I have reason to be," he said, his smile frightening before her eyes. "Because my dear, I have the power to destroy you."

Not wasting anymore time on his babble, Nagi struck out with a double kick, the first one striking him back a step, but the second was blocked.

He merely laughed, gathering power around his sleek body.

Nagi could feel it, and could see distinctly a light begin to grow over his skin. Her eyes widened in shock, listening in dismay as he roared out, his voice deepening dramatically as his figure changed in a powerful explosion, forcing her to step away from the powerful energy that encircled him.

Where he'd been standing was now a creature from any person's nightmare. It's plated skin ran across an insect like body, donned with bladed arms and legs and long antennas. Its face was curved and blank - its fanged mouth the most noticeable feature. Through its glass like eyes, it stared at her with the intention of death.

"What are you?" Nagi muttered under her breath. He was like no Zoanthrope she'd ever seen.

Her distraction of this change left her open to his brutal attack. A swift charge from his, one arm blade striking out and the battle was soon over. The spiked knife edge limb punctured her torso, cutting straight through flesh, muscle and bone, and making an exit would out her back.

Nagi barely made a sound, her voice lost in shock. He had her there, pierced against his weapon, unable to do anything to fight back for her slowly depleting life. It's growling laughter filled her ears as she gagged, blood beginning to spill down the edges of her mouth. The coppery taste filled her mouth, breaths unable to fill her lungs as she felt it clogging in the back of her throat.

'No…' Her mind reeled, her body crying to the agony, shaking in trauma to the inflicted injury.

Uncaring, the white creature tossed her away, her body striking against the grid fence, blood spraying around her. Her body collapsed down to the ground, nearly completely limp.

She could feel the warm blood pooling under her, the smell of it filling her nose. She managed to tilt her head to the side to look at this creature, which had no further interest in her, but instead finished of the men it had started with. It was hard to listen to the blood curdling screams of the men as one by one they were massacred. After it had finished, it looked somewhat proud over it's handy work, then looking vaguely over Nagi. Then, without a word or a grunt, it left. Disappeared into the shadows without looking back.

Nagi hadn't been finished off, merely left to die.

She just couldn't believe it. In all her life, she'd never envisioned that she would die like this, wounded with nobody to help her.

'I don't want to die…' A little part of her whispered, afraid of the impending.

"No, you're not going to die…"

Nagi blinked, her blurring vision trying to search for whomever spoke to her. But nobody was there. It was then she realised the voice had been inside her head.

"Nagi, you had foreseen the danger and bravely accepted fate to challenge the evil. Very few opt to face danger head on…"

"Who are you?" She asked weakly, coughing blood up beside her.

"Mankind calls me 'Gaia'. And I am now in need of your help…" The voice said softly.

Nagi was confused, trying to hang on to what was left of her life as the mysterious voice calling itself 'Gaia' continued.

"Though-out time, life forms on this planet have evolved and prospered under my careful watch. It is my duty as the essence of the planet to decide the fate of life that exists here. Some species are unable to evolve even if they'd existed for what seems an eternity. It is my duty to influence, with my self-balancing power, the fate of any such species. There once were life forms here, just like that creature you faced, but they through my natural selection were removed from this planet. They were 'The Unborn'. Their existence now is in a different plain and they are a thriving evil race, wishing harm to this peaceful planet. 'The Unborn' has been contained, but that Zoanthrope… 'The White Zoanthrope' of 'The Unborn' runs free on this planet and is a threat to all life here. I need you to destroy it."

"I was so easily defeated… I'm dying," Nagi whispered, her vision beginning to go black.

"I am 'Gaia', the essence of life. I shall prevent your death. With my powers, I will bid you a second chance. But it comes at a price of your humanity. Your human body is unstable and weak, and for you to truly survive and benefit from my power, I must change you. The next evolution that had occurred in some humans is the stage of Zoanthrope. With triggering this and suiting it to a formidable need, you shall truly be able to match 'The White Zoanthrope' and any other 'Unborn'."

"I… I don't understand…"

"Your potential gene for the Zoanthrope evolution is powerful, and luckily, 'The White Zoanthrope' left an imprint that I can use to copy into my evolved weapon of 'The Unborn'. The Spurious…"

Nagi couldn't even protest, barely having time to truly take in what was being said to her. It was suddenly a burst of red light filling her, blinding her and she was screaming, everything fading out, the only thing left was the voice of Gaia.

"Nagi, a give you these evolved powers. The powers of my weapon the Spurious are a great evolved match of 'The Unborn'. I entrust you great wisdom and strength. Live and stand for freedom, Nagi. Protect this planet…"

Soon that voice faded out with an echo and Nagi lay in darkness, listening to own distant breaths and her heartbeat picking up stronger. Everything was suddenly becoming much clearer and she soon realised she could see again, lying there on the concrete of the basketball court. There was no pain.

She sat up without a problem, seeing she was covered in blood, but there was no trace of injury.

She could feel it run through her. A spark of power that drifted around inside of her, making her entire form shudder.

Her hands hugged around her knees, confused and jittery.

'I'm alive…' She thought. 'And no longer human…'

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A/N: And so begins Nagi's life as 'The Spurious'. Her journey to save humanity begins here. Find out soon what will happen to her and the people around her. (Many characters will be introduced along the way.)