Heya minna-san! Jurei here! Back with another chapter of 'The Tournament'. This chapter might be a little boring, but it's a necessary part of the story. Sorry that it's taken so long, but my work got erased by my baka 'ni-chan. Please enjoy this next part (which I have made longer in response to Another Drunken Otaku's review), and tell me what you think!
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Manda-chan, my tomodachi. Thanks for the great review, the encouragement, and the wonderful fics! (Everyone go R&R her stories after reading!)
Arigatos: To Jumper Prime, Little Pet, Otaku Romance, Geo, Double0evin, Kingpin, The Flower Child, Rén, Manda-chan, Another Drunken Otaku, Scented Jade, WOLF, ^=^, Somebody Someone, Alika, Starlight Sora, Shirazuki, V.G., Shirahana, Angel_gal, ~*~Cutie Blossom~*~, desarae, Krissy G, Neko, and ~*Sakura Scout*~. Thank you sooooo much for reviewing so positively! *hugs*
Disclaimer: I no own. You all know that. What are the odds that a 16-year-old girl owns such wonderful things as 'Cardcaptor Sakura' and 'Mortal Kombat'? Not very big, ne? Instead the owners are large corporations (Clamp, Midway. consecutively).
Now that that's out of the way, on with the fic!
The Tournament (When Worlds Collide)
A Cardcaptor Sakura fanfic by Jurei
The breeze blew gently through the trees, issuing soft whispers in the heat of the day. In a clear area, two warriors stood, facing each other. One with amber-brown eyes of an incredible intensity and cinnamon-coloured hair, the other with blonde quills and sea green eyes. The wind breezed softly through the tense atmosphere, ruffling the still figures uniforms and hair. Still neither moved.
"Let's go."
Hardly had these words left Syaoran's lips, when a ball of glowing blue energy came hurtling towards him with incredible speed. He barely managed to dodge it, turning to see the spot of impact as he landed. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the immense crater left. About five feet across, the ground within was completely scorched. Nothing that had previously been growing there was left.
He didn't have a lot of time to observe it, however, for his opponent was already firing another sphere at him.
Dodging each new attack launched at him, Syaoran began to get tired. 'I can't keep this up much longer,' he thought, missing another shot, 'I have to get an attack in somewhere'.
Suddenly seeing his chance, he flipped out if the way. Landing in battlestance, he whipped out his sword and fired one of his own green energy blasts at the figure's turned back. The man just dodged the attack, but it had been close. Using his preoccupation to his advantage, Syaoran began firing green energy at each new place where he landed. Now it was his opponent who was using his energy drastically.
Letting out a wry smile, the young warrior began to relax his guard, seeing the man avoiding the attacks at what was a presumably safe distance. He then lost his focus for a single moment.
That was what the man had been waiting for.
Swiftly changing direction, he came speeding at the green-clad youth with incredible (almost inhuman) swiftness, fist raised. Syaoran barely managed to block the devastating shot, returning a counterpunch at his ribs. The man caught his fist, grabbing it in his grip and flipping the young warrior onto his back on the ground. He barely opened his eyes in time to see the heel speeding at his midriff, and rolled out of the way before impact.
Now about ten feet away from the man, Syaoran barely managed to struggle to his feet in a crouching position. The opponent smiled. An almost sad smile, yet slightly mocking. "I guess that he didn't have much of a chance to train you, did he?" he said, looking at the crouched youth. "That's one fighter less."
Yelan looked on wordlessly as the man charged an aqua blue sphere in his hand. 'I guess that it is my fate to lose my family to that cursed tournament,' she thought bitterly, 'It's a sad thing that Syaoran couldn't at least have fought and lost honourably, like his father.'
The blast headed from the man's hand towards the amber-eyed boy. He faced it determinedly; eyes fixed on the travelling energy. The very air seemed to hum with the vibrations of the tension of the harrowing moment.
*No Xiaolang, I have a feeling that you have something else up your sleeve. It isn't your time*
Syaoran heard the words. They seemed to come from the very inside of his head. Puzzledly, he concentrated on the energy. Time itself seemed to slow, leaving for this youth and his would be end.
Just as the impact came, Syaoran raised his green defense shield. It was all that he could really do with the little energy he had left. With difficulty, he managed to hold it against the overpowering force, but it was weakening every second. He closed his eyes, focusing every last muscle in his body to that purpose. He knew, however, that he couldn't hold it forever. He closed his eyes, focusing every last muscle in his body to that purpose. He knew, however, that he couldn't hold it forever.
"Kamehame no KIAI!"
Syaoran suddenly felt the great strain leave his shield. Opening his eyes, he saw a great flash of light.
When the light subsided, Syaoran saw the defeated form of the man lying sprawled on the ground, unmoving.
He looked at his hands in shock, then back at the still form. 'Did...did I do that?' he asked himself, 'and if so...how?'
A moan was heard, then the form moved. A hand reached up and felt the blonde quills, groaning as contact with the head was made. Looking over at the young warrior, the man glared hard. Then, he did something that completely surprised Syaoran.
He smiled.
Getting up with a lot of difficulty, he struggled over to Syaoran. Removing a pouch from his belt, he opened it and took out...a bean. "Take it," he said, offering it to Syaoran. Noticing the skeptical and mistrusting look that Syaoran gave him, he chuckled. "Look kid, it's a Senzu bean. It instantly recovers injuries received in a battle. -Ofcourse, you still have to be alive for it to work, and it doesn't work for soul replacements...but that's beside the point."
Seeing that Syaoran was still looking at him suspiciously (even more so after that last little part) and slightly puzzledly, he sighed and ate the bean himself. He munched it, and swallowed, then stood up as easily and calmly as if he had been lying on the ground in the park, watching the cloud role by.
"Now do you believe me?" he asked an astound young warrior youth.
Syaoran nodded wordlessly, this time taking the bean offered to him. He popped it into his mouth, and chewed cautiously. Swallowing, he felt a sudden warmth spread through his body, quickly running through every last cell, repairing his energy. All the pain he had been in disappeared, as well as the incredibly fatigue that his muscles had been experiencing.
Standing up, he faced the man.
Running a casual hand through his blonde spikes, the man looked at Syaoran with interest. "So, you're Kwaihu's son, eh?" he asked.
"What does this have to do with my father?", asked Syaoran in a cold voice.
"Oh, more than you could ever imagine,"answered the man casually, "I guess I owe you an explanation,ne?"
"You aren't going to tell him ANYTHING!" cried Yelan, finally finding her voice again, "I REFUSE to give him permission!"
"He deserves to know!", said the man sternly, "You yourself know that it will be his decision in the end."
Yelan glared angrily, but didn't say anything.
"Now, first things first," said the man, "My name's Ryushi. I'm a fighter scout for Raiden-sama and the side of Good. I knew your father, Kwaihu. A great and honourable warrior."
"My father?" asked Syaoran. He had never really known anything about his father, except that he had died when Syaoran was six years old.-That and the fact that his mother missed him a lot.
"Let me start at the beginning." Said Ryushi, "We should probably go in and sit somewhere, anyway. It's getting dark."
Syaoran looked around and realized that the sun was going down. The mid-afternoon heat had given way to the welcome cool temperature of sunset, the colours of the sky lighting the surrounding trees and plants in the forest in reds and oranges.
Leading the way inside, Syaoran was soon followed by the guest and his disgruntled mother.
***
Lookout over the worlds...
(A.N: This will now be known as, 'Raiden's Lookout')
"Ahhhh, I was right."
Raiden walked away from the vision pool, heading to the balcony that overlooked the worlds.
"If all goes as hoped, you shall be joining us soon." The old man whispered out. "I, WE, shall all watch your training with great interest, Xiaolang..."
**************
Well, what did you think, minna? Please review!I was hoping to have more information out in this chapter, but I couldn't resist ending it where I did. It leaves questions floating around in the air. 'What did Syaoran do?', 'What's really going on?', 'What happened to Syaoran's dad, Kwaihu?', 'When will Jurei have the next chapter out?', and most importantly, 'When will Sakura enter the story?'
All will be answered...eventually.
Ja ne for now, minns-san!
~Jurei
ULT(useless little tidbit)
Must see martial arts movies: "Enter the Dragon"-Bruce Lee, Anything with Bruce Lee in it, "Fists of Legend"-Jet Li, "Legend of Drunken Master"-Jackie Chan, "Mortal Kobat, I &II", Nothing with Jean Claude Van Damme in it, most anything with Jackie Chan and Jet Li
Music listened to while writing this chapter: "Wonderwall"-Oasis, "Mortal Kombat theme",
"Basketcase"-Green day, "Brain Stew(Godzilla remix)"-Green Day, "Bombs over Baghdad"-Outkast, "CCS Chinese theme"
Bit of Sage Advice: NEVER WATCH THE MOVIE "DOUBLE DRAGON" (it stinks badly)
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Manda-chan, my tomodachi. Thanks for the great review, the encouragement, and the wonderful fics! (Everyone go R&R her stories after reading!)
Arigatos: To Jumper Prime, Little Pet, Otaku Romance, Geo, Double0evin, Kingpin, The Flower Child, Rén, Manda-chan, Another Drunken Otaku, Scented Jade, WOLF, ^=^, Somebody Someone, Alika, Starlight Sora, Shirazuki, V.G., Shirahana, Angel_gal, ~*~Cutie Blossom~*~, desarae, Krissy G, Neko, and ~*Sakura Scout*~. Thank you sooooo much for reviewing so positively! *hugs*
Disclaimer: I no own. You all know that. What are the odds that a 16-year-old girl owns such wonderful things as 'Cardcaptor Sakura' and 'Mortal Kombat'? Not very big, ne? Instead the owners are large corporations (Clamp, Midway. consecutively).
Now that that's out of the way, on with the fic!
The Tournament (When Worlds Collide)
A Cardcaptor Sakura fanfic by Jurei
The breeze blew gently through the trees, issuing soft whispers in the heat of the day. In a clear area, two warriors stood, facing each other. One with amber-brown eyes of an incredible intensity and cinnamon-coloured hair, the other with blonde quills and sea green eyes. The wind breezed softly through the tense atmosphere, ruffling the still figures uniforms and hair. Still neither moved.
"Let's go."
Hardly had these words left Syaoran's lips, when a ball of glowing blue energy came hurtling towards him with incredible speed. He barely managed to dodge it, turning to see the spot of impact as he landed. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the immense crater left. About five feet across, the ground within was completely scorched. Nothing that had previously been growing there was left.
He didn't have a lot of time to observe it, however, for his opponent was already firing another sphere at him.
Dodging each new attack launched at him, Syaoran began to get tired. 'I can't keep this up much longer,' he thought, missing another shot, 'I have to get an attack in somewhere'.
Suddenly seeing his chance, he flipped out if the way. Landing in battlestance, he whipped out his sword and fired one of his own green energy blasts at the figure's turned back. The man just dodged the attack, but it had been close. Using his preoccupation to his advantage, Syaoran began firing green energy at each new place where he landed. Now it was his opponent who was using his energy drastically.
Letting out a wry smile, the young warrior began to relax his guard, seeing the man avoiding the attacks at what was a presumably safe distance. He then lost his focus for a single moment.
That was what the man had been waiting for.
Swiftly changing direction, he came speeding at the green-clad youth with incredible (almost inhuman) swiftness, fist raised. Syaoran barely managed to block the devastating shot, returning a counterpunch at his ribs. The man caught his fist, grabbing it in his grip and flipping the young warrior onto his back on the ground. He barely opened his eyes in time to see the heel speeding at his midriff, and rolled out of the way before impact.
Now about ten feet away from the man, Syaoran barely managed to struggle to his feet in a crouching position. The opponent smiled. An almost sad smile, yet slightly mocking. "I guess that he didn't have much of a chance to train you, did he?" he said, looking at the crouched youth. "That's one fighter less."
Yelan looked on wordlessly as the man charged an aqua blue sphere in his hand. 'I guess that it is my fate to lose my family to that cursed tournament,' she thought bitterly, 'It's a sad thing that Syaoran couldn't at least have fought and lost honourably, like his father.'
The blast headed from the man's hand towards the amber-eyed boy. He faced it determinedly; eyes fixed on the travelling energy. The very air seemed to hum with the vibrations of the tension of the harrowing moment.
*No Xiaolang, I have a feeling that you have something else up your sleeve. It isn't your time*
Syaoran heard the words. They seemed to come from the very inside of his head. Puzzledly, he concentrated on the energy. Time itself seemed to slow, leaving for this youth and his would be end.
Just as the impact came, Syaoran raised his green defense shield. It was all that he could really do with the little energy he had left. With difficulty, he managed to hold it against the overpowering force, but it was weakening every second. He closed his eyes, focusing every last muscle in his body to that purpose. He knew, however, that he couldn't hold it forever. He closed his eyes, focusing every last muscle in his body to that purpose. He knew, however, that he couldn't hold it forever.
"Kamehame no KIAI!"
Syaoran suddenly felt the great strain leave his shield. Opening his eyes, he saw a great flash of light.
When the light subsided, Syaoran saw the defeated form of the man lying sprawled on the ground, unmoving.
He looked at his hands in shock, then back at the still form. 'Did...did I do that?' he asked himself, 'and if so...how?'
A moan was heard, then the form moved. A hand reached up and felt the blonde quills, groaning as contact with the head was made. Looking over at the young warrior, the man glared hard. Then, he did something that completely surprised Syaoran.
He smiled.
Getting up with a lot of difficulty, he struggled over to Syaoran. Removing a pouch from his belt, he opened it and took out...a bean. "Take it," he said, offering it to Syaoran. Noticing the skeptical and mistrusting look that Syaoran gave him, he chuckled. "Look kid, it's a Senzu bean. It instantly recovers injuries received in a battle. -Ofcourse, you still have to be alive for it to work, and it doesn't work for soul replacements...but that's beside the point."
Seeing that Syaoran was still looking at him suspiciously (even more so after that last little part) and slightly puzzledly, he sighed and ate the bean himself. He munched it, and swallowed, then stood up as easily and calmly as if he had been lying on the ground in the park, watching the cloud role by.
"Now do you believe me?" he asked an astound young warrior youth.
Syaoran nodded wordlessly, this time taking the bean offered to him. He popped it into his mouth, and chewed cautiously. Swallowing, he felt a sudden warmth spread through his body, quickly running through every last cell, repairing his energy. All the pain he had been in disappeared, as well as the incredibly fatigue that his muscles had been experiencing.
Standing up, he faced the man.
Running a casual hand through his blonde spikes, the man looked at Syaoran with interest. "So, you're Kwaihu's son, eh?" he asked.
"What does this have to do with my father?", asked Syaoran in a cold voice.
"Oh, more than you could ever imagine,"answered the man casually, "I guess I owe you an explanation,ne?"
"You aren't going to tell him ANYTHING!" cried Yelan, finally finding her voice again, "I REFUSE to give him permission!"
"He deserves to know!", said the man sternly, "You yourself know that it will be his decision in the end."
Yelan glared angrily, but didn't say anything.
"Now, first things first," said the man, "My name's Ryushi. I'm a fighter scout for Raiden-sama and the side of Good. I knew your father, Kwaihu. A great and honourable warrior."
"My father?" asked Syaoran. He had never really known anything about his father, except that he had died when Syaoran was six years old.-That and the fact that his mother missed him a lot.
"Let me start at the beginning." Said Ryushi, "We should probably go in and sit somewhere, anyway. It's getting dark."
Syaoran looked around and realized that the sun was going down. The mid-afternoon heat had given way to the welcome cool temperature of sunset, the colours of the sky lighting the surrounding trees and plants in the forest in reds and oranges.
Leading the way inside, Syaoran was soon followed by the guest and his disgruntled mother.
***
Lookout over the worlds...
(A.N: This will now be known as, 'Raiden's Lookout')
"Ahhhh, I was right."
Raiden walked away from the vision pool, heading to the balcony that overlooked the worlds.
"If all goes as hoped, you shall be joining us soon." The old man whispered out. "I, WE, shall all watch your training with great interest, Xiaolang..."
**************
Well, what did you think, minna? Please review!I was hoping to have more information out in this chapter, but I couldn't resist ending it where I did. It leaves questions floating around in the air. 'What did Syaoran do?', 'What's really going on?', 'What happened to Syaoran's dad, Kwaihu?', 'When will Jurei have the next chapter out?', and most importantly, 'When will Sakura enter the story?'
All will be answered...eventually.
Ja ne for now, minns-san!
~Jurei
ULT(useless little tidbit)
Must see martial arts movies: "Enter the Dragon"-Bruce Lee, Anything with Bruce Lee in it, "Fists of Legend"-Jet Li, "Legend of Drunken Master"-Jackie Chan, "Mortal Kobat, I &II", Nothing with Jean Claude Van Damme in it, most anything with Jackie Chan and Jet Li
Music listened to while writing this chapter: "Wonderwall"-Oasis, "Mortal Kombat theme",
"Basketcase"-Green day, "Brain Stew(Godzilla remix)"-Green Day, "Bombs over Baghdad"-Outkast, "CCS Chinese theme"
Bit of Sage Advice: NEVER WATCH THE MOVIE "DOUBLE DRAGON" (it stinks badly)