A/N: I really got to stop writing stories and start updating the ones I have, but I'll be the first to tell you that I'm a sucker for original ideas.


When I look back on the past two years of my life in Nerima, I realize that I haven't accomplished much. Sure I may be one of the most powerful martial artists in the world right now, but I'd trade it all in a minute to just get the last 12 years of my life back.

At least, I used to feel that way.

Maybe I wasn't in the best setup but at least it was common ground.

Not buying that? Okay so maybe it was just south of hell, but at least they sold ice water.

Okay so you're not buying that either. How about this. Nerima was somewhere between the 8th and 9th level of hell, with every single super powered, magic enhanced, sumo wrestling, Jusenkyo cursed, 300 year old asshole coming to get a piece of me.

That pretty much sums it up. Oh and about the sumo thing? Don't ask. Seriously, you don't want to know, and I sure as hell don't want to tell you either.

But lets be frank, compared to the shit that's about to hit the fan now, this was all small potatoes.

There are only three people on this earth who really know the whole story of what happened to me on that 10 year training trip. The Tendo's might think they know me, having been told stories about highlights of my trip, but they really know nothing.

One of the people, of course, is me. The other, is my dad. The third though, is someone that not even Nabiki could pry out of me. That person though, always haunts a dark corner of my mind, buried underneath all the turmoil that was my life. I've always tried to forget it, but that fateful day where my life got thrown into the shitter will haunt me to the end of my days.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. In order to better understand this, we have to take a look at the so called "10 year training trip." I can't help but laugh when I think about it like that.

China is a big place, it holds a sixth of the world's population after all, but you can't really spend 10 years there without getting bored out of your skull. If you think China was the only place we went to, you'd be dead wrong. And if you think that someone like me who traveled around the world would be ignorant, you'd also be dead wrong.

God that word dead sounds like a nice relief right now.

One phone call was all it took. Three words and I found myself violently wrenched from my 8th level of hell all the way down to the 20th level which was under construction just for me.

Nabiki had answered the phone as usual, and she had to call me a few times before I realized I had a phone call. No one ever called me to talk to me. Usually if it had anything to do with me, Nabiki sorted out a business deal before I could dig myself in deeper.

I had already felt a dark aura from the phone; my hand hesitated when I reached for it. Something in my head, all my martial artists' senses from the 6th to the 12th were telling me to not pick up that receiver.

Of course, I ignored every one of them and tentatively took the phone from Nabiki.


There was some light breathing on the other side, as if the person was shocked that they had finally found me. Then, the three dreadful words came.

"Buenos dias cockbite."


A/N: That's a wrap for now. Props if you can guess which series is being crossed over this time.