Disclaimer: No ownership of Digimon, but HP does own her OCs! The plot is a result of too much Angel Sanctuary, Anne Rice, and her friend's obsession with Model. All three of those belong to their creators or themselves.

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Every 888 years, there's an odd thing held in the non-human community part of the world. Why every 888 years? Because every 666 years darkness of the most power creeps out and swarms around and gathers its power. Eventually it spills everywhere, and as an attempt to stop these creatures from turning everything dead and empty, a tournament is held to give the next 555 years to the winner. The 111 years in between is for all sides to re-gather their forces for the next tournament. Yes, it is a tournament. A cruel, and dark one that it is. Creatures from all areas, dimensions, and places appear to compete, and it's one of the most dangerous things known. The arena is permanently stained with the blood of past battles, and dirtied with the sweat of those who cheat. There are no rules, the prize is the greatest thing offer able, and the only way to lose is if you die. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Now, the prize isn't just a choice of controlling a good portion of the next 555 years. It's also your choice of what you would like. Or rather, you and your group would like along with a properly chosen sponsor. It starts on January 1st, New Year's Day and proceeds forth until the very last match has been done. Humans don't know about it because all these past years they've been oblivious for the most part to their supernatural neighbors so they know not of its existence. This upcoming tournament will be deciding their fate, so perhaps they need to pay more attention, don't they?

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Takuya woke up in the middle of the night, mostly because something didn't feel right. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something amiss. Looking wildly around was when he finally located what exactly wasn't right. There was something glowing on the floor, and he had nothing that glowed such an eerie green light. Walking over, he flipped his light switch on, and blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in brightness. Looking down, he narrowed his eyes to make out what it was. Finding himself unable to, he began to try and locate a direction from which it came to know where it originated. Seeing a cracked hole in his window, he inwardly groaned knowing his mom was going to be more than just irritated with him now.

Tentatively he walked around the glowing object, and peeked through the hole. Something dark flew across it, alarming Takuya and making him jump back from surprise. He landed on his butt, next to the weird object and gulped. 'Don't be a bomb, don't be a bomb…' He chanted mentally. The glass then exploded outwards towards him, then stopped inches in front of his faced, and flew backwards outside and fell downwards. The brunette hoped there was no one below his window, although it'd be silly to be under a person's window at this time of night.

"Where iz Minamoto?" A person asked, hidden inside a dark cloak.

"Eh?" Takuya blinked, not quite knowing who 'Minamoto' was.

"Minamoto! Idjiot!" The person hissed, a slight unrecognizable accent in their speech.

"…who?" The brunette blinked.

"Idjiot! Wong place'!" They growled, and a man walked in with blonde hair, dark sunglasses, and a black business suit followed in.

"No, I am positive this is where Minamoto is." He sighed. "I came across his brother two nights ago." The man said, ignoring the person. He looked down, then saw Takuya and smiled. "Let me guess, Takuya right?" He asked. The brunette eyed him warily.

"How exactly would you know that?" Takuya asked, watching the man and person suspiciously.

"Kimura told us." The man explained, as if this solved all.

"…who?" Takuya shook his head at the man, no recognizing these names.

"Perhaps they never told you their last names?" The man questioned, then thought to himself for a moment.

"Or I iz right, and wez at ze wong houze." The person scowled.

"Kouji and Kouichi!" The man said, and at Takuya's startled blinking he grinned. "Is Kouji here? Kouichi said he was."

"Ehh? No… at least, I don't think he is right now." Takuya shrugged, then blinked. "Who the hell are you!? And why did you break into my house?" He said, feeling his anger rising at these two people who thought they could just waltz right on in here!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Yamaki, and this is my partner in crime, breaking into your house being it, Serlio. Be thankful we didn't let the glass slice you into a thousand little human pieces, eh?" The man said, then reached down and picked up the glowing object next to Takuya.

"We couldzent. Kouji won't be too happy wiz us. Nor will ze ghost." Serlio sighed. Personally the brunette was having trouble figuring out if Serlio was a girl or guy, the voice was flat and hollow, having a neither feminine nor masculine sound to it.

"Loosen up. Mind if we wait? And Serlio, come now. Take that hood off, and show how lovely your corpse of a face if. I'm sure young Takuya here would be delighted to see it, like a horror movie." Yamaki joked, and walked around the room with the brunette watching blinking in confusion.

"No, I'd give ze human a 'art atteck." Serlio grumbled. "Ezer zat or he'll call me a zombie." It continued.

"…okay, so I'm guessing from your nice usage of words and labeling you two aren't exactly human." Takuya mumbled and got up. "And why do you want Kouji?"

"My my, a bright one we have. Or were you being sarcastic? You know, I never understood the difference between sarcasm and whatnot. But just then, I was being sarcastic. Ah, lovely paradoxes and hypocrisy. The wonders of human inventions with words." Yamaki chuckled.

"That didn't really answer my question, and to boot you just insulted me." Takuya sighed. "Whatever, you wait in here I doubt you'll let me sleep." He sighed, and began to leave.

"No no, we won't keep you up. Stay in here, besides Kouji probably won't be too thrilled in seeing us." Yamaki said welcomingly.

"…that'd be why I'm leaving." Takuya mumbled, and started to open the door before Serlio yanked him away from it.

"Ah, maybe not. I think Ms. Firelight here wants you to stay for safety reasons beyond that of what may happen if Kouji is angry with us." Yamaki said. "We're not the only ones interested in talking with him you know. It's not everyday you find a vampire capable of bending light this way and that." He smiled.

"That's nice, but I'm more afraid of my mom than anything inhuman." Takuya grumbled. "Ever heard the saying it's in mans natural instincts to fight? Well, it's in mothers natural instinct to kill children who stay up half the night." The brunette grumbled.

"Hmm, such a violent species. Take notes Serlio." Yamaki chuckled. "Seriously now, we need you to stay in here for our safety and your own." Glaring at him, the brunette tried to pry Serlio's loose off of him. No such luck. Getting the idea maybe this person was a vampire; he looked around for some means of to burn her. And just as he thought it Serlio's cloak caught fire and she let out a yell of alarm and tried to put it out, letting the brunette go in the process. Taking advantage of this freedom, he ran towards the door.

"Hey! Don't go out there!" Yamaki warned and headed towards the brunette. Takuya already opened the door and closed it behind him before running downstairs. Looking around wildly in the living room, he could have sworn he saw something move there. Not likely. Ignoring what he believed himself to be part of imagination he went to the front door and began to unlock it. He heard Yamaki stumbling around upstairs, obviously having trouble seeing in the dark. The door opened to no more than a crack when Takuya felt a slimy hand on his shoulder, and he froze up. 'Oh… please don't let there be anything behind me…' He hoped in his mind, and turned around to see a faint outline of some large creature.

Gulping, Takuya tried to find some way of getting out of this one. "Where is Minamoto? Where is Shibayama?" It asked, in a deep gurgling noise. Feeling his arm hairs standing unend, he began to wonder what was to be scared of? Probably that instinct inside him that somehow knew this thing wasn't exactly friendly friendly.

"Ehh… uh… Shibayama?" Takuya stammered, not knowing who that was.

"You do not know? Then you'll keep me full until tournament." The creature gurgled again, and yelping, Takuya tried to retch his shoulder out of its gooey grip. No such luck, then it grabbed his left leg, let go of his shoulder and lifted him up in the air. Making a small noise of fear, Takuya attempted to free his leg. A small whimper came out, and he felt somewhat embarrassed because he always prided himself being brave.

"Hey, zon't be so wude as to eat before askzing whats for ze dinner!" Serlio's voice came, and a flash of light went through the creature, and it let go of Takuya dropping him on the ground. Growling, the creature became a light gray blur in the darkness, and then disappeared. Rubbing his head, Takuya temporarily forgot what just happened and wondered why his head? Why must he land on his head?! What did his head do wrong!??!

"Come on." Serlio's blank voice said, and yanked Takuya up by the ear. "We told you not to come down here aylone." It went on. After reaching the brunette's room again he blinked when seeing Yamaki's eyebrow twitching and a slap mark on his face.

"It seems, I accidentally walked into your parents room and startled your mother. I put a sleeping spell on them before they woke up enough to realized too much. Hopefully they'll just think it's a dream when they wake up." Yamaki explained. "So, run into any trouble there, Ms. Firelight?" Blinking, Takuya looked over and gasped and had the desire to run away very quickly. The cloak was gone, and there standing next to him, was a living, breathing, decomposing corpse. Serlio was a woman, but it was only because of very few and rare diminishing female features. Part of her skin on her face was peeling off, and beneath was revealed flesh and what might have been a dead maggot caught in there. It grossed Takuya out to no end. She wore a dark shirt with occasional folds on it, slightly low-cut, and sleeves that reached her arms halfway. She had tight black pants (probably to keep everything from falling apart), and to her knees on one side was a fabric with the occasional symbol like fire, and the other had silver stars. She had long black hair that was stiff, and fake looking to her mid-back with one white streak. Her eyes were dead, and raised a brow at his staring.

"Zee? Let me guess, you sink I look like a zombie, eh?" Serlio asked, somewhat irritated.

"No, its not that… but… is that a maggot?" Takuya asked, pointing to where the dead bug was. Serlio was silent, then let go of the brunette and had her finger roam over the decaying flesh. From the squishing noise Takuya so badly wanted to let his dinner go free from its stomach-acidy prison, but he didn't because well… he'd be hungry then. She finally removed the dead critter, and flicked it away.

"Zat gets annoying." Serlio muttered, and Yamaki laughed.

"Try and keep your next body in better shape then, eh?" He suggested. Serlio then left the room, and Takuya watched her go.

"Ehh…" The brunette had nothing to say. Yet.

"So, you a mage?" Yamaki asked.

"No. Why?" Takuya asked, looking at Yamaki with the eyes of an untrusting individual.

"Well, a normal human can't exactly touch something and burn it so badly it goes up in flame. Gave Serlio quite a start there, a hard thing to do to the Reaper of Souls." Yamaki said with a smile.

"Maybe it was spontaneous combustion?" Takuya suggested, then blinked. "Reaper of Souls? You mean, like the Grim Reaper? Death?"

"Not likely." Yamaki said shaking his head. "No, Serlio is anything but the 'Grim Reaper'. He's her husband. He goes around and collects people who are meant to die and takes their souls to her. Serlio decides if they deserve to go around haunting people or if she needs to eliminate the soul entirely." He explained.

"…are you trying to say there's no heaven or hell?" Takuya asked crossly, and Yamaki chuckled.

"Trust me, those exist. It's kind of a human fairy tale though about your soul going to one or another. The Heavenly creatures would never permit such cruelty to any living creature. Well, anything really. The reason souls don't go to Heaven though is because well… no one really knows where it is anymore. And the Heavenly creatures refused to let anything go through torment and agony, so they made Serlio and the Death. Or that's how they claim it goes, Serlio herself can't really tell me the actual story." Yamaki ranted, and halfway through Takuya was resituating himself in his bed. "Hey! Were you even listening to me!?" He demanded.

"Sort of. You said you'd let me sleep, so to sleep I shall go." Takuya said, and plopped down and tried to sleep.

"Geesh, teenagers. Human teenagers. Ugh, they claim demons are a pain in the ass." Yamaki grumbled. It wasn't long that Serlio returned holding up a large scythe shimmering in the light bulbs light. An odd orange and silver goo covered it, and with irritation Serlio was attempting to clean it.

"What'd you run into?" Yamaki asked.

"Well, I ran into something. What, I couldzent tell." She muttered.

"Uhm… Miss Firelight, did you realize one of your fingers is missing again?" Yamaki asked, informing her of the missing part. Sighing, she left again to find it.

"Could you be quiet." Takuya grumbled.

"Could you stay awake?" Yamaki countered.

"Like I have a choice, liar." Takuya scowled, and sat up looking around.

"A trait I learned from humans." Yamaki smiled.

"There you go again."

"What?"

"You just insulted me."

"Well, it's the truth."

"So? That doesn't mean you can insult me."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"To you maybe."

"Either way, it matters because someone thinks it does, even if it is just me."

"No, it only matters if its important."

"Are you now saying I'm insignificant?!"

"Perhaps."

"Fine, talk to Kouji alone. I don't have to take this." Takuya said through gritted teeth, and got up before Yamaki blocked his way.

"And see if there's anything else down there wanting to eat you?" Yamaki questioned.

"It's better than tolerating this!" Takuya growled.

"I can't let you go out there." Yamaki.

"Like I care!" Takuya yelled, and tried to stomp past Yamaki, but the blonde grabbed his arm. "Hey!" The brunette glared up at the elder man, who held his grip.

"Am I interrupting something?" Came Kouji's voice from the window. Yamaki turned around, and the brunette took advantage of the distraction to remove his arm from the blonde man's grip.

"Yes, no. You decide on that." Yamaki shrugged.

"Why are you here?" Kouji growled, glaring at Yamaki. "You know, when I saw the window broken, right afterwards I heard yelling. I thought there was a robber in here, and so I come in and see you. Who should already know what my answer is." He growled and came inside fully.

"Yes, well I know what your answer is when I'm alone. I brought someone who along who just might change that." Yamaki shrugged.

"I doubt it." Kouji grumbled, and stood near the closet. Takuya slowly inched over to where Kouji was, because at least he knew what was going on.

"I found ze finger. Oh, Kouichi? No… Kouji." Serlio mumbled, trying to attach the finger while frowning. "It won't go back on…"

"Whose she?" Kouji asked, yanking his head in the direction of Serlio.

"Serlio Firelight, Reaper of Souls." Yamaki said with a grin.

"That's quite low of you Yamaki." Kouji hissed.

"Uhm… clueless human here?" Takuya said, feeling rather lost and out of place. So, he decided to use the stereotypical thing to get answers.

"It seems your friend only uses that to his advantage." Yamaki grumbled.

"He's not my friend." Kouji growled. The brunette blinked at him. 'Oh, gee thanks. Like I'll let you touch me ever again. Kick you out too… meanie…'

"Fine, I'll key you in. You'd be one of the first humans who knows in a long, long time. Now, every 888 years a tournament is held. This upcoming January, the newest one is starting and well… I've been interested in getting Kouji to join with me. I'm a responsible Sponsor, and friendly person." Yamaki said with satisfaction. From the looks he got, the blonde man shrugged off their looks. They were looking at him as one would look at a liar.

"You don't seem to be the only one." Takuya muttered, recalling the creature.

"Yes, a few are. Why, I zon't know." Serlio shrugged, and smiled when finally finished reattaching her finger. "Zere!"

"Yes, well. Kouji, you can probably already guess what my proposition is." Yamaki said with a smile.

"I can guess, but that doesn't mean it's exact." Kouji said glaring.

"Uhm… how about we talk about it in private, eh?" Yamaki suggested, and then glanced at Takuya. Kouji raised a brow, and went with Yamaki outside the room. The brunette gave them a quizzical look, lost yet again. Houses windows banged, and clattered down the street and Takuya groaned. Kouichi was back, no doubt about it. At first, the usual racket and noise didn't surprise Takuya. What he saw most certainly did. A person floated up, and it scared the living daylights out of the poor brunette.

Kouichi had short black hair, confused blue eyes similar to Kouji's, except less distant. He wore an old jade green traditional men's kimono from the early 1900s, with a large bloodstain where his jugular vein was located. Besides this, he and Kouji had a world of similarities, probably because they 'died' around the same time almost. Floating over, Kouichi tilted his head at the twitching Takuya, who was disturbed because he actually saw the poltergeist. When the brunette shouldn't, because he hasn't in all these years of being tormented by the noisy guy.

"Is he okay?" Serlio asked, and motioned at Takuya.

"Beats me." Kouichi shrugged.

"How have you been?" Serlio asked.

"Annoying." Kouichi replied.

"Good." Serlio said.

"Cool." Kouichi said. Ugh, boring conversation! Takuya got up, and twitched again when seeing Kouichi.

"Why am I suddenly surrounded by dead things?!" Takuya hollered.

"Perhaps becauze you house a vampirar?" Serlio suggested.

"…maybe." Takuya said. Then looked at Kouichi. "You know… what idiot lets himself get stabbed in the throat? Seriously." He mumbled. Kouichi blinked, then raised a brow. Was silent. Then tried to float away quickly, but alas… Serlio put up a barrier with her eyebrow twitching.

"Kouichi… why can ze human zee you?" Serlio asked.

"Uh… he's good like that?" Kouichi tried.

"No. Someone did somezing they weren't supposed to." Serlio said, eyes narrowed at Kouichi.

"Come on. Will you forgive me if I say I haunt him?" Kouichi asked. Takuya, seeing the poltergeist was getting in trouble for saving, tried to help.

"It's true. I never really get a nights sleep thanks to him." The brunette began. Then went silent and glared at Kouichi. "…"

"Ugh, if ze tournament wasn't so important zis year…" Serlio sighed, and then removed the barrier.

"Why is it important?" Kouichi asked, and Takuya went over with the floating apparition to hear better.

"A powerful group of zemons are attempting to wipe out humans. Zey are Zanshi, Eimin, Kaishi, Kisei, and Hinshi. Interesting how a vampire wants to kill his food, no?" Serlio explained. Kouichi was counting on his fingers, then frowned.

"Wait… for the tournament you need six members." He muttered. A loud shrill scream echoed through the house, and Takuya immediately recognized it as his brothers. Without a second thought he ran past Serlio and outside. Kouichi tried to stop him but his hand went right through the living flesh. "Kuso!" Kouichi swore.

"Lets zee what that was." Serlio suggested, and quickly followed behind. Kouichi merely floated through walls and went along his way. The brunette went past a startled Kouji and surprised Yamaki and downstairs. The two looked at each other before following with Serlio behind them. When entering the kitchen Takuya glared. A girl around 19 with brown hair and one blonde streak with gray eyes held Shinya up by the throat. Her eyes were maniacal, and two small horns like a doe's were on the back of her head, a small green gem on her forehead, and dragonfly wings protruded out of the back of her shirt with fishnet sleeves. Her pants had multiple belts this way and that. Turning her head, she smirked at seeing the group of people behind her.

"Ah, I see you finally came." She said grinning. "Onii-san told me to get your attention." A light laugh. "I see I did more than just get your attention." Her eyes glowed with a sickening sadistic desire to do something cruel just for fun.

"All of us, or just one of us?" Yamaki asked, glaring at her.

"Oh, one or two, here and there." She said, and winked at him. "Yamaki, even got Serlio on your side? Go figure, she and her husband would be out of a job without humans stupidly killing each other and our kind." She shrugged.

"We don't stupidly kill each other!" Takuya growled, getting a bit annoyed by everyone around him suddenly speaking so lowly of him and everyone else.

"I don't know, what do you call wars then? Easy peace?" She asked. Takuya was about to yell at her again, but from Kouji's warning look he said nothing and glared.

"What do you want?" Kouji asked. "Just say it."

"Nice and blunt, aren'tcha?" She said, and winked at him. "We want you to be our sixth member. While you may not be old enough to be super strong, you do have a higher advantage over a werewolf than Kisei does." She explained, while scanning over them all. Would Kouji go? After his nice comment earlier the brunette wasn't so sure about him anymore.

"I'm already taken." Kouji said coldly. The girls eyes lit up to an angry red, and she threw Shinya over towards the wall. Alarmed Takuya ran over quickly to catch his brother. Barely making it in time, the power she used in throwing Shinya was enough to make Takuya's body slam against the wall, and add cushioning to Shinya. Having the wind knocked out of him, Takuya slumped down against it coughing and trying to refill his empty lungs.

"Kisei-sama won't like that too much." She growled, then turned on her heel, and stopped. "Before I go, guess I'll make an example of what is to come." She said, then with an unnatural speed took out two daggers and threw them in the direction of Shinya and Takuya. Pushing Shinya away, the brunette closed his eyes waiting for the feel of cold steel going through him. Maybe that was how Kouichi got stabbed in the throat? Nothing came. Cracking open one eye, he saw Kouji blocking the way.

"Make an example with someone else." Kouji said lowly, a growl behind his words. Most likely it was accompanied by a glare. The girl hissed in fury, then disappeared in gray smoke. An odd sound came, and it occurred Kouji blocked the daggers with his arm. Some blood dribbled quickly down on the floor, went to a slight drip, then none at all. It was already healed, the only sign of it ever happening on the floor, shirt, and in their heads.

"Thank you for pissing Zanshi off Kouji." Yamaki sighed. "I'm sure she'll play nice in the tournament." He grumbled. Kouji shrugged it off, and turned around then crouched down to be on somewhat eye level with Takuya. The brunette was slumped down, so for now their height was different (though standing up they were around equal height).

"Is he still breathing?" Kouji asked, and Takuya looked down at his brother whose chest was rising and falling.

"Yeah." The brunette nodded.

"He's still alive. Just probably passed out." Kouichi said, hovering over Shinya. Takuya looked up and glared at him.

"I miss being unable to see or hear you." The brunette grumbled, and Kouichi grinned.

"Oh, but we can have more fun now!" The poltergeist said gleefully, and floated around in a circle. "I can sing songs by Disturbed at the top of my lungs, read cheesy love poems, and best of all… QUOTE DISNEY MOVIES!" He said happily.

"…you can see him?" Kouji asked, giving the scared brunette a funny look.

"It is because a certain someone iz an idjiot." Serlio grumbled, and shook her head. "Though it explains a few things."

"Like…" Takuya asked.

"You can zee ghosts now, as you've guessed. And after burning my cloak sleeve, zen you can probably burn zings wift your hand too if you are not careful." Serlio explained. "Its why poltergeists aren't supposed to do zat."

"Explains a few things." Kouji muttered, then looked at the burn.

"Ah, I zee he got you by accident, eh?" Serlio chuckled. "I best go zen, ensure no casualties come." And she walked out.

"Alright then. I have Kouji on my side, I just need five more people." Yamaki said, and clapped his hand together.

"…could I join?" Takuya asked, and three pairs of eyes all landed on him and there was this very awkward silence.

"…what?" That was Kouichi, who managed to break it somehow.

"I doubt it, there's going to be so many creatures there you'll probably be dead the first round." Yamaki sighed.

"Not to mention there's never really been a human who entered." Kouichi sighed.

"There was that family of humans, but they died before the tournament ever began." Yamaki reminded the poltergeist. Nodding his head in agreement, Kouichi looked around thinking of more reasons.

"Come here." Kouji sighed, and dragged Takuya out of the room. Blinking, they both left leaving Yamaki and Kouichi discussing why humans couldn't enter.

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A/N: Hey! Glad you guys like it… I think… I don't know… But uhm… is there anyone out there who could do me a huge favor? Because I'm not entirely sure about this story, I need someone to pre-send the chapters to before updating to know if it needs any changes to it. Like if there's too many mistakes, or something happened that was too cliché, if I hit a touchy subject… please? Thank you so much!

Dragi: Glad you liked it! Sorry to hear you've been busy, can I ask why?

Sailor Epyon: I'm trying, glad to know you like Kouji as a vampire! Koukuya!!! –Glomps you- Squee! Nice flag!

takuya: Okay, it's updated!

Kenzy-Chan: Yesh, Kouichi is a noisy spirit. I am sorry if you disapprove! Sorry sorry!

GemmaniGirl: He could be. Let's go see!!