ALL RIGHT!!!! Chapter 1! My greatest accomplishment. Now you can read about the characters! Sorry! Not to much action in this chapter. I'll some soon don't worry!

In the meantime I'd like to thank:

Xmaster

Icing Flower

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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or places in this story. SquareEnix owns them.

Chapter 1: Arrivals

The man with the shiny blonde hair exited the airship at the Bevelle Airport. He felt a bit paranoid without his sword (currently at baggage claim) in a foreign place. He walked towards the elevator which would take him to the lower floors and his baggage. A couple of Ronso guards stopped him and scanned him for any weapons or illegal drug substances. He was kind of pissed for a bit after that until he saw himself in the mirror on the wall of the elevator. He indeed looked like a criminal in his revealing upper-body clothes and sunglasses. His muscles added to this appearance not to mention a bit of stubble around his chin. "Shit," he said to himself," I look like my goddam' dad!"

After reclaiming his sword and menial baggage containing only clothing and his armor he headed outside and hailed a taxi, asking it to head for Bevelle stadium. The taxi's cash register rang up a fee of 350 gil, which the blonde man reluctantly handed over. As they sped toward the inner city of Bevelle the man watched airships fly in masses overhead. Some were large indicating that their passengers were of a high class, and some were small indicating a lower class. The man himself had come in a small airship so as to conserve gil. He exchanged a few words with the taxi driver commenting on the weather and things like that. At a red light the taxi driver turned to him and said," Say, are you one of them guys competing in that grand tournament or something?"

The blonde man grinned and chuckled," Yup. I'm gonna fight for 100,000,000 big ones," he said with a tone of amusement.

"What's your name, so that I can check for you on T.V.," asked the cab driver.

The blonde man smiled and said," I'm Tidus. Tidus Remming, long sword master."

Just as Tidus' cab crossed the Bevelle Bridge, a very large airship landed at the Bevelle Airport. People crowded at the dock to see which people of great importance would emerge from the luxurious aircraft. As the doors opened the crowd gasped in admiration as the nine young summoners of Spira walked down the ramps to the dock's floor. Every spectator immediately bowed and gave the sign of Yevon. The nine sumoners repeated the hand motions in unison. The crowd then parted to allow the summoners passage to the baggage gate. They walked in single file lead by a pretty brown haired woman. She wore a floral dress and a bright blue long skirt. Her face radiated happiness and was infectious, making all who surrounded her smile as well.

"That must be her," said a red haired man.

"Yup, it's gotta be," answered the black haired woman next to him," Yuna Sayer, daughter of high summoner Braska Sayer. Heir to his summoning abilities."

He was a tall, gruff man. His grayish, blackish hair rippled in the wind as he stared up at the stadium's enormous height. His red overcoat flowed in the wind, blowing his unused sleeve erect. A massive sword rested on his broad shoulder. A look of seriousness was pasted on his face as he reached for the sake jug hat rested at his side. He took a long swig, tasting the burning liquid, savoring it's bitterness. As he looked around the stadium he began to see people arrive. Big and small, blue and yellow, all were coming to become rich bastards. The man smiled and headed for the front gates to enter the sign-up room.

The lady at the desk looked up at the tall man and smiled a buisness smile. "Hello sir, may I help you?," she said in a fake tone.

"I wish to register for the competition," said the man in a gruff voice.

"Very well," replied the woman as she pulled out a paper," Now, what is your birthplace?"

"Bevelle," answered the man.

"Date of birth?," the woman asked.

"Can't remember, must've been 40 years ago," answered the man in a truthful voice.

"Alright, good enough," said the woman," affiliated weapon?"

"Heavy Katana," answered the man pointing to the massive sword, which lay propped up against the wall.

"Mmmmmm, I see. Affiliated technique?," asked the woman.

"Heavy Sword Bushido Technique, 7th form," said the man.

"Good. Lastly we need your name," said the woman.

The man made a low chuckling sound,"Auron. Just Auron,"he said.

"Signature, please," the woman said, handing him the paper.

Auron took the pen and signed X on the paper.

The flight to Bevelle was hell and a half for Rikku. Not only had the service sucked with a vengeance, but some red-haired asshole had evil eyed her the entire goddam trip. He had obviously been a Yevonite. They thought they were soooo holy. Bastards! These thoughts put her in a bad mood for the rest of the trip. When the airship arrived, Rikku quickly got off so as to escape Sir Yevonite asshole's glare. A crowd of people had formed in front of another airship gate, but she didn't pay it any mind. As she went to baggage claim, she saw a very pompous looking man. It wasn't so much the man that attracted her attention, but a plump purse of money that hung from the back of his pants. Rikku turned to thief skills and began to slowly edge closer to the man. At about 10 feet away she broke into a run and tackled the man head on. "What the fuck!," the man exclaimed as Rikku took him down.

"Ohmigosh! I'm so sorry! Here let me help you!," said Rikku, helping the man get up and dust himself off.

"You should look where you're going you wench," said the man," if I didn't have such a kind heart I would have fined you."

"I'm sorry sir," said Rikku," it won't happen again."

"It better not! Now run off before I change my mind," said the man huffily.

Rikku turned and walked off. When she was out of the man's sight, Rikku took out the plump money pouch and began to juggle it. "Thank you for contributing to the 'Rikku Wants New Clothes Fund'," she said in a funky voice. Then she cracked up laughing.

Wakka watched the Al Behd girl the entire airship ride. You can't trust Al Bhed. Ya never know what they'll do to hurt Yevon, he thought to himself. She had blonde hair and those detested blue spiral eyes. She seemed uncomforted by his look and quickly rushed off the airship when they landed. Good! Run! Get away ya stinkin' al bhed, he thought as he got his stuff from the top of his seat. As he exited the plane and headed for baggage claim he spotted a crowd of people huddled to his right, but he ignored it. He got his suitcase from baggage claim and headed towards the main entrance. Suddenly, a piercing scream made him look sharply to his right. A boy was crying his eyes out and screaming bloody murder even though his mom tried vainly to shush him. Wakka immediately saw the problem, a red balloon was floating slowly towards the ceiling. Wakka smiled and began to walk towards the hysterical child. "Shhhh, honey. You let go of the string, now we can't get it," she tried to explain to her child.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!," yelled the child.

"Perhaps I could be of some help, ya?," said Wakka as he reached the child and his mother," leave it to me ma'am."

"Watcha gonna do mister?," the boy sniffled.

"Just count with me when I tell you, ya?," said Wakka.

"Kay," said the child.

Wakka pushed the boy and his mom back a few paces, then readied his blitzball.

"One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go!," recited Wakka and the boy.

Wakka hurled his ball into the air making sure it spun to the right. The ball flew up and caught the string of the balloon in it's spin. The force of the spin wrapped the string around the ball and ;therefore, brought the balloon and the ball down into Wakka's outstretched hand. "There ya go kiddo," said Wakka cheerfully as he unwrapped the balloon and handed it to the boy.

"Wow! Thanks mister," said the boy.

"Oh thank you, thank you sir. How can I ever repay you?," asked the relieved mother.

Wakka smiled,"Jus' root for me in the tournament, ya."

Kimahri Ronso stood at the top of the stadium and watched the contestants enter. He shivered in anticipation, this was his first job with the YPS. The YPS (Yevonite Protection Squad) is an organization devoted to the protection of great Spiran Idols. Kimahri was part of an all Ronso squad (9 in all) each individually designated to protect one of the nine summoners of Spira. Using a tournament fighter as cover, he and the other Ronsos were to keep an eye on their specific summoner and make sure that no harm came to them. Thanks to an agreement between tournament and YPS officials, none of the Ronsos would fight a summoner. He had gotten the most known summoner of the modern day, Yuna Sayer. He knew her heritage and was honored to be able to test his skills protecting her. As Kimahri stood and watched, he observed and used his scan ability to check suspicious people's backgrounds. He needed to do this so he could know who to watch out for. Nobody really caught his eye so he relaxed. He had decided to have fun with this mission. He was ready to fight any kind of punk who thought he could stand up to him. Kimahri smiled, this was going to be a blast. He had no idea.

Erik Vander was just a regular guy going to his regular work on his regular schedule. Today, he had just gone to lunch with his girlfriend and was heading back to his office and had stopped at a do not walk signal. Suddenly, a moogle doll ran past him in a blur. He found this very odd, but only had 5 seconds to process it when a bolt of lightning hit the spot 5 inches in front of him. BAM! He was thrown back into a wall and knocked out. Lulu Heller ran past his unconscious body muttering," Shit, that tiny bastard. I'm gonna unsew him!" The moogle ran towards an intersection. Lulu aimed her hand and yelled,"Fira!" A ball of fire shot out of her hand and rocketed towards the moogle. However, without the moogle doll, Lulu's spells were weaker and off-target. So instead, the fireball hit a news dispenser, blowing it up. "Damn," said Lulu as she ran after the rushing moogle. She dodged a few honking cars and made it to the other side just as the moogle blasted for the other intersection. Lulu took a minute to survey the landscape, then ran off after it. About 6 streets later, Lulu saw her chance. Her energy was beginning to wane from running in her heavy dress. A fire hydrant stood alone to the left of the sidewalk. Lulu gathered her energy and flew at it. She planted her hands on it's top and sprang off of it. She flipped in mid-air, showing her black Yevon's Secret "Chocobo Soft" panties to everyone in a 50 ft. radius. As she came out of the flip she extended a hand and yelled,"Fira!," once again. This time, her altitude helped and the fireball hit the moogle dead-on, propelling him across the street. She landed and ran to the other side of the street and scooped up the crying moogle. "Bad moogle, very ba....," her voice trailed off as she gazed up at the Bevelle Stadium. "Omigod! I'm so sorry moogle-poo. I didn't....awwwww" burst Lulu as she stroked the now indignant moogle doll," I should tell you I'm lost more often!"

Maester Seymour looked out over the fighters entering the stadium and smiled. "So the players are here. Good. Now we can begin the game."

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"And so my friends," said Maester Seymour in a cheerful voice,

"let the games begin!" Tidus smiled and clapped with the rest. "The boards are now posted! You may go and check your opponent!," came the voice of the intercom. As the fighters filed out, chatting and obsessing over the tournament, Tidus thought he saw a glimpse of a man in red staring at him. Then it was gone.

Stay tuned! My next deadline is scheduled for September 20!

Chapter 2 is gonna rock!

Sincerely,

fluffyisgod