Hey! Jurei-chan here, about to start my first ever fic! This is a weird idea I had a little while ago (while listening to the Mortal Kombat theme). Please spare a review!

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura and all its related characters doesn't belong to me. Neither does Raiden. If any of them did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, would I?

N E wayz, on with the fic!

The Tournament (When Worlds Collide)

By Jurei-chan

On the Lookout over the Worlds…

"Raiden-sama."

The old man looked in the direction of his name, concentrating on the shadows. "What brings you here, Xiu?" he asked. To anyone passing by, it would seem that he was talking to nothing.

A figure Materialized from the darkness. A young man dressed in fighters' clothes appeared. He had long black hair, tied into a single long braid in the old Chinese style. "You are as sharp as ever, old friend," he said, walking over to the old man, "How did you know it was me?"

"I know all my old students and their abilities." answered Raiden, gazing at the youth, "Only you and Kwaihu ever had that technique mastered. I sense, however, that you are not here to talk."

The youth's face creased in a frown at these words. "By that, you would be right." he answered. "After all, the Worlds Combat Tournament is coming up, and I have new information that heavily suggests that Yao'Xi'Liu is planning something. And with Kwaihu gone in the last Tournament, things don't look so Good for the Side of Good. He was the only one to ever figure out how th counter the "Perfect Technique". It's a shame that he never told anyone how."

"Kwaihu did have a certain amount of childish pride."input Raiden, "He took a small delight in the fact that he knew something more than his master."

Xiu nodded at this. "Still," he added, "It would be a great help right now if we knew. We need to scout for fighters. All ours are not completely recovered from the last Tournament ten years ago. If Yao'Xi'Liu were to win…"

"We cannot allow that to happen."Raiden stated shortly. "The fate of the Good and of Earth relies on this Tournament. Had the last one not ended in a tie, we would have another century to recover before the next one."

"Shall I send out the scouts?" asked Xiu. He hated to do nothing.

"I believe that would be wise."answered Raiden. "Go now."

Xiu bowed and melted back into the shadows as quickly as he had appeared.

Raiden sat looking out over the worlds for a little while longer before standing up decisively. Walking back into the temple, he made his way to the centre of the room and stared at the vision pool placed there. Waving a hand over the surface, he closed his eyes in concentration.

The glass-like surface became dark. Then, a picture appeared. A young Chinese boy dressed in fighters' clothes, carrying two buckets of water. The youth had chestnut-brown hair and amber-brown eyes. He looked muscular and strong.

He paused, putting down the buckets and wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve.

"Xiao Lang…" whispered Raiden quietly, as if the boy could hear him. "I believe that you shall be joining us, just like your father before you."

********

On Earth…

'Whew, it's hot today!' thought Syaoran, wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve, 'I'll be glad to unload these."

Suddenly, he stood alert. He had the uncanny feeling of being watched. A soft whisper floated to him.

Xiao Lang…I believe that you shall be joining us, like your father before you…

Listening hard, he tried to hear whatever it was again, but nothing came. Finally dismissing it as his imagination, he picked up the buckets again and comtinued with his chore.

After reaching the trough where the water was supposed to go, he put the buckets away in the shed and headed towards the house.

The midday sun shone brightly down on the scene below, making the boy sweat uncomfortably in his green clothes.

Approaching the house, he heard a commotion coming from the inside. Voices…arguing…

A woman's high tone could be heared (Syaoran:…mother…) as well as someone he didn't know.

"But Yelan! You don't understand-"

"I do perfectly." Syaoran's mother retorted in an icy tone, "and the answer is NO! I'm not letting Xiao Lang go! How can you people even THINK of asking me after last time-"

"You'll end up losing MUCH more than your son if he doesn't go!" interrupted the unfamiliar voice, "We have NO MORE FIGHTERS! We can't be choosy! If Yao'Xi'Liu were to win-"

"I DON'T CARE!" yelled Yelan, "MY ANSWER IS NO!"

Syaoran was thoroughly confused. 'What's going on?-'

His thoughts were cut off when the door opened, and a youth stepped out. He was also dressed in fighters'uniform, but his were of what seemed to be Japanese origin, and a bright blue.

"Ah! If it isn't the very person I wated to see!" he exclaimed, "Xiao Lang, how you've grown-"

"GET AWAY FROM MY SON!" screamed Yelan.

Syaoran looked at both, frown appearing. "Muqin," he said shortly, "Or you (gesturing to the older youth) Please explain what's going on."

The older youth ran a casual hand through his blonde hair and gave a small smile. "First, we have to battle." he said. His tone was oddly commanding, one that clearly stated that no arguing was in order. Syaoran just nodded wordlessly. Even Yelan was silent.

The two combatants faced each other across a clear area. A small breeze blew by, giving a small bit of relief from the heat.

"Ready?" asked the mysterious youth, smirking slightly.

Syaoran nodded, a determined look appearing on his face.

"Lets go."

********

^_^ That's it for chapter one, minna! Wai! This is the prologue. The battle will, of course, have some relevance to the story. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SPARE A REVIEW! It only takes a couple minutes, and is what a responsible reader should do! Arigato! ~Jurei-chan

Useless Tidbit

songs listened to while writing this chapter: (originally) Mortal Kombat theme, Cardcaptor Sakura Chinese theme, Darude's 'Sandstorm' and 'Feel the Beat'

(editing and final version) 'Castles in the sky'-Ian van Dahl feat.Marsha, 'Tenshi' (ATB mix)-Gouryella, 'Lovin' You' (Dark Moon remix)-Marc Et Claude, 'Proximus'- Mauro Picotto, 'Another Way'-Gigi D'Agostino