Told you I'd post a fic eventually... Anyway, this story's about my character from Pokeschool. His name's Kaz, and here's his life from his point of view. Chapter One: Beginnings My story's far from simple, but it has to be told someday. My name is Kazuhiko Mitsuyama, I am 16 years old and I seek revenge for my family's death. That is the extent of most people's knowledge of my life. What I am going to tell you, however, is far from that. My story is one of misery, one of misunderstandings and one of misfortune. I was born into a poor, but happy, family. My father was a farmer, working in the rice fields near the village. We lived in Japan, in a small town called Tamura, famous for its farming and rice produce — as far as I know. My father came from a long line of powerful citizens in this area of Japan, stretching back immeasurably to the town's first leaders and its first downfall. My life revolves around its final few years, as well as the last few years of my parents. My birth was the most eventful happening in the village for quite a few years. The physician was forced to call for what my father called "reinforcements", as my mother was having an extremely hard time. Finally, after almost a full day of struggling, I was born — but not as you may expect. The first thing I saw was not with these eyes, but with another's. I was a completely different entity. Yet, something went wrong. To this day I have no idea how, or why, but this entity which my mother named "Keisuke" was almost destroyed. A bright light filled the room, surrounding the baby being cradled in my father's arms. He almost dropped it in terror, and my mother screamed for her first son's life. When the light cleared, my father had not one, but two babies in his arms — one being myself. The other was my twin sister, Setsuko. We were named, passed from physician to physician to see what the problem was. The results were inconclusive. The assistants returned to their home towns, and my mother improved in health rapidly. The first, pure soul was lost for them, but the new-born twins made up for it. For the first few years of my life, we helped our parents in the rice fields when we old enough to walk, and I fought my sister with my first sword frequently. No damage was done, as the swords we used were wooden, and the worst accident was when Setsuko knocked our father into the pond when I pushed her away slightly too hard. Times were easy then. I loved my family, even my sister, and would do anything to protect them. Such was my innocence. And then came the time of destruction. This is my first recollection of my life: my first feelings of revenge and longing. I woke up one night to hear the roaring of fire, the yells of men and the screams of dying women. I was fully awake in an instant, running to the entrance of the house where my father's ancestral swords were kept. I took the topmost one, and ran for Setsuko. She was meditating on her thin mattress, the picture of calm. Her long black hair, made smooth by our years of fighting, hung luxuriously to her waist, framing her posture. I shook her, trying to bring her back to the world of the living, screaming in her ear of the danger surrounding us. Slowly, slowly, she came back to me, choking in the gathering smoke. We ran together to collect the other sword, the twin to the one I held, and then ran for our parents. Too late. The roof collapsed in front of us, blocking the only way for our parents. We could only pray for them to have already escaped, although this seemed unlikely, as they would have come for us first. Confused and light-headed, we retreated from the growing flames and ran for the streets. We were greeted by the return of the screaming, and I vaguely recall the feel of strong hands wrapping around my waist, lifting me above the flames engulfing our house, our home. They must have forgotten Setsuko, as she had been knocked unconscious at this point. The poisonous fumes faded as the person carrying me fled the village, heading for the damp of the fields. No flames would follow us there. When we arrived, they set me down and left me. I was too much of a burden for them, and they could not afford to keep me with them. I lay there, nearing unconsciousness, choking unceasingly. The world caved in around me, plunging me into the darkness of the night around me.