A/N: Hey guys, I know, this isn't Tournament of Fury, but I just had this great idea, and I need to take my mind off of my writers block for that story. This is sort of like Tournament of Fury, but different. So, have fun reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the YuYu crew, so don't get on me about that. The only thing I own in this chapter would be Fiox. And she is like a part of me.
Tournament of the Millennium
By Light Dragon
Prologue
A shadow moved in the darkness of the main streets. It was uncommon for anything to be seen out of their houses after the curfew. Not even the most powerful demons were seen out of their dwellings after the curfew.
The shadow moved once again, but this time to a side street. If someone were to walk past where the shadow was, all they would see was a pair of crimson eyes flashing out at them.
It was a time of war; the rebels were fighting against Dane, wishing him out of power and into oblivion. The only problem was that the rebel forces were almost decimated, all because of Dane's undefeatable army.
The shadow pulled out a communicator from one of the small compartments of its belt at its waist. The shadow turned its back to the street; turning the communicator on, reveal the leader of the rebel movement. He was sitting behind a desk, paper work stacked all around him.
"Sir," the shadow mumbled, its voice that of a female.
"Fiox, good. I was wondering if you had gotten out of there or not," the leader smiled at her. "Return to base immediately! You may fill me in when you return."
"Understood sir," Fiox, the shadow, nodded.
The leader of the rebel forces held his hand out, his eyes going wide, "Fiox! Behind you! Get out of there, now!"
Fiox quickly turned around to see three members of Dane's army. Their uniforms gave them away. Fiox's crimson eyes went wide and she pressed her back against the wall behind her. She took a deep breath, knowing that death was just a few steps away from her.
No one had ever survived an attack from the members of Dane's army. It was known around the world about their policy of no mercy. And it was also known that being out after curfew was a penalty of death.
Fiox shook her head, knowing that she didn't have enough room to attack them, and even if she did, she couldn't take on three. "Sir, I am sorry I failed you!"
"Now who said anything about failin' anyone?" A strong voice was heard from above her. After those words, a wind picked up in front of her, causing the army member to fly back out of the alley.
As another figure landed in front of her, his back to her, she smiled, "Father!"
The figure laughed at her, "Now's not the time to be goin' and getting' into trouble, little Fiox." He quickly spun around and grabbed her arm, jumping into the air, "Let's go!"
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Fiox sighed as she fell back on her but, closing her eyes as she was in front of the rebel leader, "I thought I had bitten the dust back there!" She then smiled at her father, opening her eyes, "Thanks, da."
Her father shrugged, "Now don't go an' be getting' all sentimental on me!"
The leader sighed, sitting down in his chair, "Oh, I thought you were gone as well, Fiox. You scared me out of a few years."
"I failed," Fiox lowered her head.
"I don't care about that, Fiox. We will have another chance do not worry. I was more worried about not having you come back," the leader mumbled.
"Yeah, Koenma has lost more than he could bare to loose," her father smirked, taking off his mask and shaking out his fire red hair. He then smiled, "I couldn't bare to loose ya!"
"But it would then have given you another reason to fight harder," Fiox mumbled, laying back and closing her eyes. "Death was staring me in the face three times what it should normally, and I didn't shy away." She looked at Koenma, "I didn't shy away, sir! I was ready for it!"
"But we weren't, Fiox, and that is all that matters," Koenma smiled at her. "Besides, I have another mission for you that is more important than this one was." He looked at her father, knowing that it was going to be hard for him.
Fiox's father quickly lowered his head, knowing that he would never see his daughter again. He knelt down beside her, "Fiox, I want ya to be strong, understand?" His Scottish accent caused her to smile.
"I understand, da. What is it? You are as white as a ghost!" Fiox stated, sitting up and grabbing her father quickly. She put her hand to his forehead, ignoring the small horn there, "Are you running a fever? Did you get hurt?"
"I donna have a fever, and I donna have injuries, Fiox," her father smiled sadly at her. He then grabbed her in a strong hug, "Just remember that I love ya, and I will always be with ya."
"Da, you're scarin' me," Fiox confessed, an accent like her father's revealing itself.
"You need to be a little frightened for where you are going," Koenma sighed, sadness in his eyes as well.
"Guys, I'm just going on a mission and then coming back. I'll return; it's not like I am going to die!" Fiox smiled as she stood up, wiping the dust off herself.
Koenma shook his head, "You will not be returning, Fiox. You are to stay where we deliver you to."
Fiox's eyes went wide in realization, "No! You can't!" She looked at her father, "You can't survive without me!"
"Hopefully you will be successful and we won't have to worry about surviving without you, Fiox," Koenma stated sadly, opening a secret room behind his desk. "I am sending you back in time to before the Tournament of the Millennium. You are to stop Dane from succeeding, understand? If you can stop him from winning that tournament, then our time will be rid of him. He will hold no power here."
Fiox shook her head, not walking closer to the room, "I will not go!" She crossed her arms over her chest, "I will never be able to see you again!"
Her father grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, "This is something you must do, Fiox. I have faith in you…"
At those words, the door to the room they were in blasted open, showing Dane with his army behind him. "Koenma! This is the last time you try to weasel your way through!"
Fiox's father threw her into the room, the door quickly closing behind her and latching shut. Fiox screamed as she pounded on the door, "Let me out, da! I can help!" Her screams went silent as she heard a scream of pain. She knew that scream from anywhere. It was her father's. "Da!" She cried out, hoping to hear his reassuring voice from the other side of the door, but nothing answered her. Not even the sound of Koenma's strong voice was heard.
Fiox let tears fall down her face, knowing that she had to complete her mission. She spun around, quickly running to the other side of the room, seeing a panel. She was frantic, but didn't let it show as she punched in the times and location for her time travel. She then quickly ran to the center of the room where a white light had come from the ceiling.
As she stepped into the light, the door to the room blew open, and she was glad that she only let the portal open for one passenger. "Now!" She screamed, watching as Dane lunged at her.
The only words she heard as she disappeared were comforting. They were from Koenma, "You cannot stop her, Dane, no one can! She will dethrone you in no time! She will succeed!"
But as the travel began, another thing ran through her head. 'What if Koenma was captured? What if the others were killed?' She shook her head, "No, they would have gotten to safety!"
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Yusuke stood with Hiei, Kurama, and Kuwabara in front of Koenma. "What now, Pacifier breath?"
"I have another assignment for you," Koenma nodded, sorting the papers on his desk. "It's called the Tournament of the Millennium."
"Another tournament?" Yusuke moaned. "The last tournament we were in almost got us killed!"
"Yes, well, this tournament is different," Koenma slammed his hands down on his desk.
"And how is that?" Kuwabara asked.
"This tournament is a one on one fight," Kurama smiled.
"Yeah, no teams, just you versus another," Hiei smirked, "Just the way I like it!"
"Why don't you get one of them to do it then. Why need all of us?" Yusuke asked, looking at the others.
"We need as many fighters as we can get, Yusuke," Koenma sighed. "If you loose…"
"You die," Hiei smirked even more, liking the sounds of the tournament.
"Oh, man! That doesn't sound healthy!" Kuwabara mumbled, shivering at the sound of it.
"There is a specific demon that you cannot let win!" Koenma forcefully stated.
"And who might this be?" Yusuke asked, rolling his eyes.
"His name is Dane, and he is more powerful than Toguro was. He gives no mercy, and he wishes to rule the world with an undefeatable army," Koenma informed them. "You need to stop him from winning. I would like to have one of you win, but if it is not possible, just stop Dane. He cannot rule the world, or we will be destroyed."
"So what do you get if you win?" Kuwabara asked, curious.
"Your heart's desire," Kurama answered easily.
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Fiox fell to her knees as she was deposited in some woods. She let her tears fall, as she put her hands down on the ground, "No! No! This couldn't have happened!" She could care less that the grass beneath her was real and not factory made, she could care less about the trees around her. And she most definitely could care less about the sun that was filtering down through the trees. All she cared about was that her father was dead and Dane caught Koenma supposedly. She was stuck in the past, no way of returning. She raised her head and screamed; squeezing shut her eyes, "Da! Da! Why? Why was I picked?"
A wind picked up around her, blowing her long fire red hair into her face. She had taken off her mask when she had returned to the underground hideout where Koenma was stationed. A low beep caused her to blink her eyes in surprise. She quickly grabbed at her waist, rummaging through the many little compartments that were on her belt.
She finally found her communicator, and opened it up, only to reveal a figure that made her heart soar. "Fiox! Where are you! We need you badly! We are being attacked and there is no way we are going to be able to hold them!"
The figure's eyes went wide before the transmission went dead. Fiox's heart sunk at that, and she couldn't help the strangled cry as it left her lips, "Raider!" She hit the communicator off her leg and then looked, hoping to get a transmission to him. She sighed in a little delight as Raider's form reappeared to her. He looked like he was kneeling behind something. "Raider, this is urgent! Abort whatever you are doing! Go to boss's chambers and run into the time room! The coordinates are already set, all you have to do is make sure that it will take one passenger, and one passenger only, got it!"
Raider looked confused, "What are you talking about? You mean, retreat? But that would leave the base to the enemy!"
"Just do it! As your superior officer, I am commanding the retreat of you!" Fiox screamed at him.
Raider quickly nodded, "I see what you mean." He then winked at her, "Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and stay there, got it? This place is hot, and I'm not talking about the way it looks!"
The transmission ended then, leaving Fiox feeling a little better that she would have another ally in this completely different world.
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OK, here is the deal. For this tournament to happen, I need sixteen more people. I already have three of my own characters that are going to be coming in soon. So…
The first sixteen (16) people to send me a review with a description of their character will be in this story.
Here is a quick lay out of the information I need on the people. If you want to put more into it, go ahead. It will just give me more detail for your characters.
Name:
Age:
Race:
Physical Appearance:
Height:
Eye Color:
Hair:
Clothes:
Personality:
Weapons:
History: (if there is something interesting about your character that you want in the story, then put it here. For example: if your character is a brother or a sister of someone, go ahead and put it here.)
Paired with: Hiei and Kurama are already taken along with Fiox, but if you want anyone else, go ahead and say it. I will try my hardest.
Oh, and I need two more people that are from Fiox's time. So if you want to be hanging around Fiox, say that you are from her time in your history section.