Lord Of Fighters
Prologue: The Battle Begins
Da Xing Hai Nightclub
0030 hrs
I stumble across this night club on the way to the Bullhead station. There were over a dozen cars and trucks parked on either side of the road, some I've never even seen before. The sign above the door said "Da Xing Hai", the letters lit up in bright pink neon. There were plenty of voices inside, a lot more than normal at this hour. I felt that entering into whatever was beyond this door was suicide. But in the end, I rebelled against my better judgement, my mind driven by curiosity. And so I went in, not knowing what exactly I was getting myself into.
Upon entering the bar, the lighting was fairly spaced out. There were tables set up on the far sides, set up to flank a wide dance floor. A bar was right in the direct background of it, with a DJ tower hovering above it. Working the bar was a guy standing at 6' 5", wiping down the bar after the usual rush was gone. The smell of spilled liquor was relatively stale, but it lingered as a ghost would, bound to its resting place. But he was not alone: a man standing at a mere 4' 1" was at the center of the floor, with the tables filled with an assortment of faces. These people were a mish mash of strange features, weird clothes, and from the sound of them, foreign dialects and accents. But there was one thing amongst them that was clear to me: they each had an Aura about them; a force only emitted from those who saw combat.
The small man turned his gaze towards me, and with a smile he said to me, "Ah, hello there. Please, come in and have a seat. We're just about ready to start." I would have walked right back out the door, if I didn't have so many eyes on me. With the pressure mounting, I found a seat next to a Tiger Faunus who was slightly taller than the man. Her chocolate back was coated in pitch black stripes, and her ears were this orange gold.
"So," the man began, "Now that we're all here, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mitsunari Tokugawa. I'm the one they turn to when they need someone to run a tournament, either for the Vytal Festival, or a quick off the books bracket. I know what you're all thinking: 'Why are we all here?' or 'What the hell is this old geezer going on about?' The answer to either question is one and the same: I gathered you all here to stage a Kingdom wide tournament!"
As if on cue, the whole club exploded in whispers and the tension started to rise at an exponential rate. Even Zabuza was getting restless, as I tried to calm him down without much success.
"Zabuza, please, calm down," I whispered to my shadow.
To my right, the Tiger shot up from her seat, shouting, "A Kingdom wide tournament? How do we all know this isn't some scheme to kill some of us off?" A few fighters behind me were nodding their heads, sharing the young Faunus' suspicions.
Mitsunari only smiled at her and replied, "My dear, if I was gonna have you whacked, well this tournament wouldn't be fun, would it?" He turned back to the ceiling, and said, "Now, let me lay down some ground rules: We already established that there is no deadly force to be used whatsoever in this tournament. But this isn't gonna be fought in some arena, no. A real fight begins when you least expect it. In other words, this is going to be a survival tournament. When you have to fight, you fight. It doesn't matter who you face, where you are, what you're doing, or what time it is. You could be eating, sleeping, screwing, taking a piss or shit. Battle could happen at any time. In fact, you might even say it's already… begun." He finished with an ominous tone, as if he's foretelling what is to become of all of us.
"And what about when we fight?" Mitsunari turns to the back of the far end of the room. "Could we use our weapons, or do we have to fight bare handed?"
Mitsunari had only one answer to that, one that brought a smile to the crimson suit's face: "You can fight any way you like; even weapons are allowed to be used."
Mitsunari turned toward the door one more time, and stated, "A text will be delivered to each of your phones. It will say, 'Are you willing to fight to the last breath'. If you reply 'No', that will be acceptable. You will leave and spend the rest of your time here in peace. "But if you reply 'Yes', you will be signing on to fight for your lives in one of the most spectacular tournaments this multiverse has ever seen. But be warned: once you sign up, by the crack of dawn, nowhere in Vale will be safe. You will face the uncertainty of true combat, as you may be pulled into battle at any given point in time. The winner will be crowned the Lord of Fighters, and will receive a lump sum of one billion credits."
True to his word, everyone's scrolls or whatever device everyone else has lit up with that exact message. I saw each fighter write his/her answer, and looked back down to my scroll. I knew this smelled like a trap of some kind, but I dreaded what kind it was. But then again, this could be a chance for me to shake of some dust after all these years. And this might just be a friendly tournament… which happened to have all of Vale as its battleground. There was only one way to get an answer: I typed in 'Yes', and sent it on. And so, the battle begins.
I want to know the defeat tatakau tame ni
Saibou ga minuku tamashii no kesshou
Tsudoi shi kakugo to ai no kodou wa
Fumikomu ryouiki mijuku to mitari
Tobira no mukou ni ima yowaki kokoro hisomu
Buchi yabure imasara
I want to know winner's mind motto
Jibun no naka no monsutaa ga sakebu
Kurai tsukushite shimae
Kowasu! be free na ketsuraku wo
Tagiru asu wa koosutaa no you ni maware dream on
Todokanu mirai ga attemo
Heru mae no puraido setsuna
Mata moto ni modoru dake~! Yeah~!
Aaaaaaaand, what is up, people? I'm back for more. Now, for that one shot with Yang, I am terribly sorry if anyone was disturbed with what they read. I wanted a story where Yang gets beat up, and I just went overboard.
But to those who loved it, I might just make it a series, or at least a two shot; I'm not sure yet. Besides, I've been watching Baki, which the lyrics towards the end belong to and their artists: GRANRODEO. Great band, really. What else? Oh yeah, Sonra's back in action, I might even try to start Light in the Darkness back up soon. But for now, I wanted a little fight story of my own, and be warned: it's going to be mayhem. So yea, enjoy. Most of the fighters in this Tournament will NOT be mine, but will belong to various other shows (I'll keep this a regular story for easier access). Kamina, out!