AN:Hey guys. The first real chapter. How bout dat shit!? Anyways, read on, say yay or nay, and eat an apple. They keep me away:3.
Chapter 1: Introductions
A massive boom casued a certain group of people to awake. All of them held an air of uneasiness about them. But all of them were obviously seasoned warriors, remaining calm and adopting battle stances unique to their particular fighting styles. One warrior pulled up his two guns and smirked cockily as his eyes roamed about. Another calmly drew his large blade without any change in his features besides a slight grimace. One girl just carelessly rested her hand on her katana's hilt. Another smirked and pulled a thin, silver wire tight between her fingers. The last of them merely smiled eriely as he pulled out his gun, a large revolver, with a long barrel. Then, there was a sound of foot steps. They all turned towards the sound, and were greeted by an odd sight. A man walked towards them, entirely cloaked in black. The only thing visible of him was the set of orange eyes that stared at them eriely.
"Hello, warriors of the worlds." His voice was smooth and pleasent. It spread an air of relaxation that all but the gun wielder, the girl with the katana, and the man with the large sword gave into. Those three were too wary to fall for such tricks. The man seemed to be smiling. "I realize you are all wondering who I aam, where are you, and why are you here. Well," he said with a bow, "I am your most gracious Host. This place is simply named 'the Colessium'. And you are here to fight." Now, the man with the gun spoke up. "Oh," he said, his voice cold and shrp. "And who is going to force us to fight?" The Host straightened out. "It's the rules. If you don't fight, you can't leave." The guy with the guns pointed them at the man. "And what if we just try to bust out of here?" The Host chuckled lightly. "There's no need to threaten me. And besides, you would find there were no exits to this place. If you don't fight, you'll spend eternity here." Everyone's shoulders seemed to drop a little at that. The guy with the guns chuckled. "No choice then? Alright. Where do we start?" At this, the male with the sword glared at the guy with the guns. "Idiot. You don't even know if they'll be fights to the death. Are you so ready to lose your life?" The guy chuckled. "Well, yeah. It's kind of my job description," He said tapping his temple. He poked himself in the chest. "After all, I'm a mercenary." The other man tightened the grip on his blade. The Host clapped his hands. "Alright then. It's about time you two chilled out. We can't have you killing each other out of the field now can we? And since you would like to know, Sieg," At this, the man with the sword flinched, gaining a look of surprise. "The rules are simple. You fight untill there are no more fights left to see. If you must, you may fight to the death, but please try to refrain from that. After the battles, you may rest and clean yourselves in the west finally, there will be no cheating of any fashion. I detest cheating." He looked expectantly at the warriors, who all nodded to show they understood. "Good, now, you must wait here for a moment. Not all preperations have been made, and you might want to learn a bit about each other. I'm sure some of you might strike up some interesting relationships." And with a clap, the Host's body dissolved into shadow and dissapeared.
They all exchanged looks with each other. The guy with the guns chuckled as his guns dissapeared in a flash and he placed his hands behind his head. "Well, guess it's introduction time." He pointed towards himself with his thumb. "I'm Zackary. I'm a special unit mercenary that is hired for combat against the supernatural." The girl with the wire walked forward with a smile. "I'm Marissa, a Quincy, or a special archer-esque warrior who fights soul devouring beings called Hollows." At this, Sieg raised a questioning man with the revolver, sheathed his gun and spoke calmly. "I'm Vincent, a magus titled the 'Hero Killer'." The girl with the katana spoke emptily. "I'm Blair. I'm not too sure what I am, but I kill monsters." Zackary laughed. "Don't we all?" Sieg's eye twitched. He was really starting to not like this kid. Finally, it was his turn. He sighed. "My name is Sieg. I'm a Shingami. Specifically a Visored, or one who can draw on Hollow powers" Marissa's eyes widned in surprise. "That's impossible! All the Shinigami were killed!" Sieg looked at her cooly. "Yeah, well, where I came from, there's a couple hundred and they killed of the Quincies." Marissa glared at him. "Listen you...!" "Hey, hey now." Zack stepped between the two. "That Host fellow said that we were from different worlds. Personally, I haven't heard of either of your kinds." There were various sounds of affirmation. He nodded and continued. "And anyways, if you really have a problem with each other, than you can deal with it in the arena, right?" Marissa glared for a moment, before turning away with a huff. Sieg sighed in annoyance. "Good," Zack sighed in relief. "At least that's taken care of."
"Attention participants." The Host's voice echoed throughout the room. They looked around, trying to spot him. "Preparations are complete. If you will walk to the registration table, you will receive your tags. They are included with your name, your participant number, and two empty spaces for your Coliseum rank and power rank." The group looked at each other with raised eyebrows, excluding Blair, who had a blank expression, and Sieg, who was looking at the ground. Then, one by one, they walked up to the counter. As they each went up, a set of dog tags appeared on the desk for them. "Tch!" Sieg, . 2, looked in annoyance at the dog tags, before crisscrossing the chain on his left upper-forearm, the tags resting over his wrist. Zack, . 1, and Blair , . 4, simply put them around their necks. Vincent wrapped his , . 3, around his revolver's grip. Marissa frowned, .5 before pocketing hers. The Host spoke again. "Now, if you will move to the waiting halls, your numbers will be called shortly." Zack rubbed the back of his head. "That's great and all, but how do we know where to go?" As if in response to his question, a black trail along the white floor seemed to light up. "Oh." Zack chuckled nervously, before setting off with the rest of the group.
"So, tell me how the Shinigami wiped out my kind." Sieg looked at Marissa in annoyance, before sighing. "Have you even heard of Yamamoto's Bankai? It's insane." Marissa nodded. "Well, yeah, but he was dead before I was born." Sieg rose an eyebrow. "What year was your world before this happened?" "2008" Sieg gave a low whistle. "Damn, I didn't think he would die that early. It's 2016 in my world and he's still top dog." Marissa gaped at him. "What?!" "How could you be so disrespectful towards the man above your position?" Sieg scratched the back of his head. "Well, because I'm a substitute. And, I'm that way with all of the Captains." Marissa shook her head. "So disrespectful." Sieg chuckled slightly. "So how about you?" Marissa perked up. "Well, the Quincies managed to create a peaceful contract between them and the Shinigami, but only after many were killed in various battles, making the numbers of both parties too low to go on for much longer anyway." Sieg gave a bark of a laugh at that. "What?" Sieg chuckled as he replied, "Well, it just seems to me that it would be impossible for Shinigami and Quincies to coexist. I mean, they hate each other almost as much as Shinigami and Arrancars hate each other." Marissa tilted her head. "Arrancars." Sieg almost tripped, he was so surprised. "You know. The Arrancars." Marissa shook her head. Sieg sighed. "Don't tell me you don't know about Aizen." Marissa suddenly brightened. "Oh yeah! That's the guy who became Head Captain and signed the treaty!" Sieg once again, almost fell on his face. "Are you serious!?" Marissa flinched back a little. "Whaaat?" Sieg looked at her. "Aizen is a cold, ruthless man. In my world, he tried to become the Spirit King, but failed due to the efforts of Substitute Shinigami Ichigo Kurosaki." Marissa put a finger on her chin in contemplation. "Oh yeah! That guy was killed due to a rebellion he tried leading." Sieg sighed as he shook his head. "That's probably what Aizen wanted you to think. And that means, you guys are doomed." Marissa furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" Sieg rose a finger. "I know for a fact that Aizen will probably repeat events of my world's Aizen. And you guys don't have an Ichigo to stop him." Marissa looked even more confused. "What makes you think my kind can't stop him." Sieg chuckled. "Because even Ichigo's ultimate ability, which cost him his Shinigami powers, didn't kill Aizen. He had to be sealed." Marissa fell quiet. Sieg chuckled. "Completely doomed."
Soon they reached the waiting area. The Hosts' voice boomed out. "And the first match will be...!"
AN: Duhn duhn duh! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I just felt like this was the place to stop, and I have a good instinct for these things. As always, review. If you don't, I'll dissect you. Mhmhmhmhmhmhm.