A/N: This is the rewrite of South Park - Hokuto Shinken as I have promised. Instead, it's more of another South Park/Hokuto no Ken crossover with an entirely different story altogether. It did take me less than a day to write this chapter, I'll admit, since I'm following a sort of similar format for the first chapter.

One problem I do have with my writing however, is that I have severe mood swings when it comes to deciding what to write, what to rewrite and how I write. Sometimes I write poorly, sometimes I take my time, and so on.

So this may be a little much to ask, but please bear with me as I get my bearings together. Thanks!

Prolouge

It had been so long since that fateful time, when he had defeated his one-time archenemy and brought peace to a land long exploited by a cruel regime. His journey was one fraught with perils, with struggles and challenges that tested his mettle and will as a martial artist and successor of Hokuto Shinken, the Divine Fist of the North Star. In his long decades of life he made many friends and many enemies from all walks of life, from cutthroats to mercenaries, soldiers to fellow martial artists, and through his meetings with each and every one of them, his sorrow grew, and so did his strength.

In his twilight years, where most would become sickly and ailing from age, Kenshiro was still as healthy and fit as other people of younger ages, thanks in no small part to the intensive, brutal training that a practitioner of Hokuto Shinken would undergo. In those final years of his life, he saw small traces of civilisation begin to re-emerge from the ashes of the ruined wasteland, created by the nuclear fires that cleansed life from the face of the earth.

And as his successor stood by his side as he lay dying, he passed peacefully in his sleep, unafraid of death, content that his journey had finally ended; his time was over, and it was his successor Ryu's turn to look after the world for him, to ensure that evil was continually thwarted in its footsteps, and that civilisation may rebuild and thrive once more.

Yet as he took notice of his surroundings, he saw only perpetual darkness around him, a cold, black void devoid of any trace of life and light as far as his eyes could see.

As he tried to discern the cause of his appearance in this black void, he heard footsteps that became louder with each step, nearing his position.

Turning around to face his would-be foe, his heart melted at the sight of the one that approached him.

Yuria.

As the Motherly Star of Compassion of Nanto, she had suffered greatly as her destiny dictated, first as a hostage of her old friend Shin at Southern Cross, then when she contracted her terminal illness shortly after. Far too long had she been separated from her lifelong love Kenshiro, and though her last few years spent with Kenshiro were short, they were the best moments in her life, and she could ask for nothing more.

For her to be in front of Kenshiro now, it could only mean that Kenshiro was indeed in the afterlife, finally able to reunite with his love at long last.

"Ken, it has been a long time," Yuria said, her voice as gentle as Kenshiro remembered.

"Far too long, Yuria," Said Kenshiro, and he immediately embraced her, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he allowed his emotions to reign freely.

For a few moments, no words were exchanged between Yuria and Kenshiro, both wishing to savour every second of their reunion that was long overdue.

When they broke from the embrace, Kenshiro was the first to ask, "Where are we, Yuria? Is this the afterlife?"

When Kenshiro looked at Yuria for an answer, he was shocked and concerned at the downcast expression on his love's face as Yuria said, "No, Ken. This is not the afterlife, but a transitory state you are in before entering it. And I am greatly saddened to say that you will not be able to enter it just yet."

"But we are both no longer alive, are we not?" Asked Kenshiro with concern, "If I am dead, should I not be able to enter the afterlife with you?"

Yuria's downcast expression only deepened at these words, and as Kenshiro looked to her for an answer, she then said, "Ken, the heavens have decreed that though your journey in this world is ended, yours has not. And so, you may not enter the afterlife just yet, for they have a task for you."

Kenshiro's muscles tightened briefly, greatly disappointed and anguished to be denied eternal rest and peace in the afterlife. And yet, he also exhaled a breath he was holding, his muscles relaxing as he calmed himself down. All that the heavens decreed were part of a greater whole, and there was a purpose to this, as there was a purpose to everything.

"What would the heavens have me do then?" Said Kenshiro after a brief pause.

"As you know, Hokuto has always been the unyielding bulwark against evil and malice, and always does the seven stars maintain their position, never changing even with the endless passage of time. As you have served as this world's bulwark, so must you serve as another world's, for always is it threatened by dangers from within and without. Many stars shine brightly in the heavens, protecting this world from the constant dangers that plague it every year, and yet it's heroes have their destinies truncated rather than fulfilled. Therefore, it falls to you to change that."

Kenshiro nodded, having no reason to doubt Yuria's words.

"If that is what the heavens wish of me, then I shall perform the charge placed upon my shoulders without fail," Said Kenshiro, steely determination present in his voice.

Yuria smiled at this, proud of her strong love as she moved to embrace him one final time.

"Before you go, you must know this, Ken," Said Yuria, "You will take the form of a ten-year old child, and your body will undergo a change. Moreover, the world you will enter is radically different from ours, so you must be prepared to adapt to life there."

Kenshiro nodded, and as he broke his embrace with Yuria, he felt a blinding white light engulf his senses.

"Farewell, Ken," Were the last words he heard from Yuria, before blackness overtook him.

IIOII

It was late at night in the small town of South Park, a quiet, peaceful mountain town in the American state of Colorado, always in a state of perpetual winter. It was the time of the night where almost everyone was asleep in their homes, their minds drifting peacefully in dreamland as they awaited the next rise of the sun on the horizon.

If anyone were to be awake at this hour though, one could see the constellation of the Big Dipper suddenly brighten in great intensity, almost to a blinding degree, and a great ball of fire fall from the heavens as it made its way towards South Park. Yet as most people were sleeping at night, this phenomenon went largely ignored by the town's denizens, still sleeping with blissful ignorance of what was happening.

However, at one particular house, one that housed a family of Jews, a young boy wearing an oversized green parka on his head was rudely awoken from his sleep by the sound of something impacting at his house's backyard. Yawning as he blinked the sleepiness from his eyes, he took a look outside his bedroom window to find out just what was the cause of that noise.

When he could make out the unconscious form of a naked girl in his backyard, he gasped sharply at this unexpected sight. Blinking rapidly in surprise, he pinched himself in the nose, unsure if what he saw was a trick of the mind. When he realised that what he saw was not a dream, he was quick to move towards the backyard in a rush, wearing only a pair of winter shoes to keep his feet warm as he rushed towards the unconscious girl.

He barely made out a long mane of black, silken smooth hair, fair porcelain skin and a masculine, yet slender frame of a body. Realising that she had no protection against the elements, he was quick to carry her unconscious form back inside his house, after which he laid her on a couch in the living room, covering her form with a blanket. He made sure that the girl was comfortable and warm, laying her head on a soft pillow and ensuring she was adequately covered in a blanket.

She seemed so beautiful, the girl, the look of tranquil peace on her slumbering face giving the impression of a sleeping beauty, and Kyle did not realise he was staring at her muted attraction until he heard the girl moan softly as she adjusted her sleeping position, causing him to cough awkwardly as he tried to compose himself.

Damnit Kyle, this isn't the time to fantasise, He mentally berated himself as his cheeks flushed a deep magneta.

Once he was certain that the girl was fully asleep and warm, he went back to his bedroom, but not before hearing the girl mutter, "Yuria..."

Yuria? Who's that? Her sister perhaps? Kyle thought, though he knew he would not get any answers tonight.

Deciding to leave the matter for tomorrow, Kyle made his way towards his bedroom and went back to sleep, pondering about the girl.

Where did she come from? Who was she? Why was she here? These were but a few of his many thoughts as his mind slowly drifted back to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring.

A/N: If any of you are wondering, yes, I've made Kenshiro a girl just as I did in my previous South Park fic, because I just felt the urge to do so. Don't ask me how or why, it just came to me.

Anyhow, I don't have anything more to say, so enjoy reading.