Looke lookie I updated. Lol, I think I had too much coffee. Very depressing, I'm at home all alone coz everyone left me and now I have noone to annoy. Humph. Oh well, hope you enjoy the chappie even though itz no longer then the last, I thought it was a good place to end.
Title: AoiKasai
Summary: Through the union of these two powers mankind's savior, or destroyer, will be born. AU Kag/Inu, San/Miro
Disclaimer: Ok who here actually believes that I own Inuyasha, you 13, ok come join me and my friends in the mental institution.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M
Age: Kagome - 17; Inuyasha – 18
"What did I do now?"
Meanwhile, outside the castle gates, a black-cloaked figure stared towards the arena.
"Welcome, welcome, Inuno-sama, Sesshoumaru-sama, Inuyasha-sama…and the rest of you bakas," yelled a rather scrawny looking announcer waving his hands around in the centre of the Western Lands' Arena. The arena was much the same as the coliseums seen in Roman days (think Gladiator) with a large sandy fighting ground, surrounded by hefty thick concrete walls to prevent escape, and large podium stands encircling it for the crowd to sit in.
"Well that was charming," scoffed a somewhat bored looking hanyou prince dressed in a red haori and hakamas. On the left-hand side of the arena, a separate podium was located consisting of three thrones and several (yes Tahleah I said several) other extravagantly decorated chairs. On the largest and central throne was seated Inuno Tashiou, dressed in lavish silk attire and armor, with his eldest son located on the throne to his left in white haori and hakamas with red designs embroidered onto it, and youngest to his right. Beside Inuyasha was his two best friends Sango and Miroku. Sango was currently wearing her black and pink taijiya outfit, with her long brown hair up in a high ponytail. Miroku was in his monks robe with his golden staff resting across his lap. (PS, in this story Miroku does not have his kazaana).
When the announcer finally finished blabbering on about his life story, or some other uninteresting nonsense which resulted in many boos from the packed crowd of ningens and youkai, he broadcasted the reason for being here.
"As you are all well aware, our famous Kamikaze (hey it's all I could think of) Festival has recently come to an end. But in the tradition of our great lands, we are now holding a tournament for all fighters, young and old, to compete in. Not only does the winner get the glory, but he also gets $50 000 (I'm an Australian, so sue me) in prize money."
At this the crowd started cheering, and the announcer, being the dumbass that he is, thought the audience was applauding him and started bowing 'thank-you, thank-you'.
Once he got over himself, he stood back up and called all fighters to the arena.
The arena gates opened allowing the fighters to enter. There was approximately 13 men, both ningen and youkai, all carrying various assortments of weaponry, ranging from swords and daggers to just their claws alone. All fighters were wearing baggy hakamas and loose shirts cut off at the sleeve (think Goku from DBZ). All except one; a black-cloaked figure standing off to the side of the gloating males.
Once the tall and emaciated announcer was able to get the fighters and crowd calm and under control, he walked up onto a lower level of the podium.
"Ok everyone shut your mouths and listen up coz here are the rules. Rule number one, the winner is the one to put all other fighters out of commission without resorting to murder; we don't want to see any deaths here apparently. Ok….there are no other rules, do whatever the hell you want," his screechy voice rang out. "Fighters GO!"
As soon as those words had left his mouth, the fighters charged at each other. The majority of the men were using poorly made swords, clashing them with one another. Several (: P) youkai were ganging up on a small group of humans, slashing their claws trying to reach the men but just hitting their swords instead. The fighters weren't exactly getting anywhere; obviously none of them had been properly trained and were relying on brute strength to defeat their opponent.
After awhile of this pointless fighting, that the crowd thought wonderful and Inuyasha and co thought increasingly boring, one young man noticed something strange.
"Hey guys, look at what we have 'ere. Someone thinks they're too good to fight with us," he said while pointing at the cloaked figure leaning up against the arena wall, hidden in the shadows.
"Ooo, maybe he's scared," a lower-level leopard youkai dressed in a dark purple outfit chuckled as all of the other men startled laughing.
They were too busy to notice the slight smirk on the figure's face.
Yay, it stopped raining last night! Umm...sorry for that random observation, I'm mentally unstable, just look at Superstitious' profile, she knows. Anywayz please press the little purple button at the bottom of the page, even if itz just to tell me how annoying my stupid comments throughout the story are.