InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Convention of Killers ❯ Chapter 1: Captivity ( Chapter 1 )

A/n: I know your probably all thinking, why the hell is she starting another story? But it’s Halloween! I decided, in honor of All Hallows Eve, I shall start a story, which wouldn’t leave me one moments peace. So, here I am, starting yet another story. There won’t be lemons until we actually get into the story.

Disclaimer: I own neither Inuyasha, Fushigi Yuugi or Yu Yu Hakusho (Applies for entire story)

Dedications: vivian--I got part of the idea from her story “Two Swords One Heart”, most of the story will be different, but you may notice some similarities.

*Convention of Killers*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 1: Captivity

She recognized him. The moment he stepped into the all to familiar room with that god-awful smirk on his face. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered with his long pure white hair and liquid silver eyes, set in a pale face with silvery red markings around his eyes. His slender, tall form, belied his strength and power. But that was a millennia ago, now she was stronger. Stronger then he could ever hope to be.

Sharan.

That name still brought back such horrible memories, so much pain, so much anger, so much hate. And the need for revenge. From behind her mask, underneath the cloak of shadows she wore around her self, beneath the armor she’d coated her body, mind, soul and heart with, something burned. The sorrow and pain, the regret and fear, the love and hate. He’d lured her in the last time, made her believe he cared, and then he tossed her into a ring, to fight for her life. She had been his ‘pet’ his fighter in the battle’s he held. And she always won, she was after all the perfect killing machine, but then again, most chosen to fight, always were.

Sharan examined his latest pets, it had been a whole 1000 years since a “Killer’s Ball” had been held. Though it was not at all pleasant, at least not for his captives. They would after all be the one’s fighting, not only each other but whomever his brothers chose to fight. His silver eyes traced over each and every one of them, all trained to kill, to fight till death. However his eyes lingered on the last member, one he could barely see, but knew was glaring at him spitefully. She would undoubtedly win once again. Such a beauty, that one was.

He watched amused as one of his captives lashed out angrily at the barrier surrounding him, translucent red shields of power held them, it would do no good to attack the shields, the other’s had already learned that, but his prized ‘pet’ hadn’t even tried. ‘She must’ve known it would’ve been useless to try.’ Sharan thought to himself. Finally one of that barbaric creatures ‘companions’ stopped him from any other pathetic attempts.

“I believe introductions are in order.”

“I am Prince Sharan, of the World of Shrinlai.” Sharan paused before turning to face all of them once more. “You have been brought here, for a once a millennia “Killer’s Ball”. For those of you who have not competed in one before, Congratulations, you have been selected from your world to compete, and most likely, die. It is a battle in which you will face, those around you, in this holding chamber and others my brother’s have selected. If you win your battle, you will see another day, if you win the tournament, you will be sent back home, unharmed.”

“And if we loose?” Another male asked, the one who was pounding the barrier.

“You forfeit your lives.”

“What makes you think we will fight for you?” The same male asked.

“Revenge.” Sharan answered a wicked gleam in his eyes. She didn’t like that.

“Revenge...For what?”

“You will see, all in good time.” Sharan chuckled then. The sound hurt her ears.

“Contestant #1: Nakago, General of Kutou Army, Controller of life energy and psychokinesis.” Sharan said gesturing to the man on the far right, a cloak covered his armor, but his face was left in full view. Light blonde hair, and sharp blue eyes, nothing shown on his face, but a cool facade. She didn’t expect any different. Neither did Sharan.

“Bring in his lover.” Sharan said to a crudely dressed and even fouler looking guard. He tossed in a woman with auburn hair and blue eyes, she was being restrained with magically enhanced bonds, to restrain her from using her powers, or moving. Quickly her throat was slit, gushing blood, staining the ground and this Nakago’s cloak with her blood. His expression didn’t change, but his eyes did flicker, momentarily.

“Contestant #2: Tomo, with the ability to make people hallucinate and see illusions by using “shin”, I don’t have to do anything, I’m sure you’d fight either way.”

This man was by far the oddest, there were still traces of face paint on his face, it looks like it had been wiped off while he was unconscious perhaps. He was dressed in some type of Chinese Opera Regalia costume of sorts in gold, red and black. A headdress lay broken to the side of him, revealing long gray-black hair and flat amber eyes. He wore a small glare upon his handsome face.

“Contestant #3: Youko Kurama, Ex-Spirit Detective, King of Thieves, Manipulator of Plants.”

Sharan grinned this time.

“Bring in his human form’s mother.”

His long silver hair, hung to his waist as his fox ears twitched, his gold eyes glared at his captor as his tail twitched behind him, still getting used to the fact he was really in control, with his own body to boot. Kurama didn't’ know what had happened, they had cast some type of spell, so that Youko was the dominant one, holding his true form, none the less. A middle-aged woman with brown hair and brown eyes looked around nervously as she stood in the room, not recognizing anyone. Shiori began to panic before being stabbed through the stomach and again through her heart, guaranteeing immediate death.

Kurama cried out, literally feeling pain as his mother’s eyes glossed over in death.

“Contestant #4: Hiei Jaganshi, Ex-Spirit Detective, Forbidden Child, Master of the Jagan and Dragon.”

“Bring the girl.”

This male was quite--small, about 4’11 give or take a few inches, with black spiky hair, and blue tips with a white starburst. His eyes were a deep crimson red, and everything about this demon radiated ‘assassin.’ One knows, one’s kind. A pretty petite female was brought out, she was too delicate to be considered worthy of Sharan, lucky her. It meant she wouldn’t be raped. Light sea-blue/green hair fell around her shoulders and her light red eyes gleamed in fear. She was completely defenseless.

“How should I kill this one?” He wondered silently to himself.

It was obvious when he decided. He drew his sword, both Hiei and Kurama’s eyes widened as beheaded the girl. Hiei turned away, fists clenched as his eyes turned a bloody red. Kurama attempted to calm the demon, he’d succeeded. He could always try to kill Sharan later.

“Contestant #5: Yusuke Urameshi, Ex-Spirit Detective, Ruler of Makai, Controller of spirit energy.”

“Bring his mate.”

The youkai fought back, he really fought against the barrier, not that his other companions didn’t but he fought. A pretty human girl was brought out, brown hair and eyes, she was unconscious, it was obvious that she fought against them. Sharan took great pleasure in disemboweling her. Yusuke’s long dark hair seemed to spike and his reddish-brown eyes tinged with a bit of madness as he cried out his loss in a ferocious scream.

“Contestant #6: Naraku, Mixed Dark hanyou, specializes in swords, poisons and regeneration/incarnation abilities. There is no need to kill anyone in your case.”

Naraku was a positively vile, disgusting hanyou. His snakelike locks fell against his black, like a black spiders web. His crimson eyes were malicious and cruel, nothing but amusement shown in them. He was possibly the only one who would actually enjoy the blood bath that was to come.

“Contestant #7: Sesshoumaru, Taiyoukai of the West, Feudal Era, Expert swordsman, Master of the Toukijin and Tenseiga. “

“The child.”

Her eyes finally averted to the ground. She could handle full grown women being slaughtered, but never a child. Never a child. The silver haired lord’s amber eyes widened marginally as he saw his adopted pup being brought in. There was no doubt in his head as he watched his child being placed in front of that monster. He struck out at the barrier with his Toukijin glowing an eerie yellow. The attack reflected back at him, he dodged, barely.

“Perhaps we will keep this one alive, when she’s older, perhaps we can breed her.” Sesshoumaru let out a breath he was holding. Rin would be unharmed. For now.

“And last but not least, Contestant #8: Kage, Ruler to the Land of the Lost, Master of the Shadows, Psychokinetic, telekinetic, telepathic, Master swordsman/martial artist, and last “Killer’s Ball” winner.”

“Open the cage.”

The guards did so guiding the cloaked figure out into the light, but non-visible to the eye, the cloak did wonders. Sharan, removed her mask, beneath the cloak first, he stroked her cheek almost tenderly as she growled a deep guttural sound. Then he through off her cloak revealing her for the world to see. What a beauty she was, with silvery-blue eyes and long thigh length blue-black hair. What shocked them most was her gender, female. She was dressed in loose black hakama’s and a sports bra like top, also in black with silver bands tied, crisscross over her stomach. Her hair was in a high ponytail as a small circlet lay on her head, a snake hanging down, to perch above her nose. Her arms were bare except for the pair of dragon hide gloves, blending her gloves with her black claws (there are holes cut at the tips so her claws can be used).

“Kagome.”

“Sharan.” Her hands twitched.

“How does it feel to be a captive again?” He purred almost joyously.

“Peachy. Just peachy.” She said with a sadistic smile on her pretty face, twisting her features into something cruel and openly malicious.

“Peachy? What does that mean?”

“Ditto.” This time she grinned, her eyes hiding something.

“Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned?”

“Nope.”

“You shouldn’t be feeling this--peachy--you are locked up, powerless, you are supposed to feel angry, resentful--” He paused at her look. She looked positively bored. He didn’t notice, her making her way, in front of the child.

“Why aren’t you angry, resentful, hateful, explosive--”

“Because I don’t feel like it.” She said with a loud sigh. Her eyes the entire time, were cold and blank.

“You don’t feel like it?” Sharan asked incredulously, “You feel how I want you to feel.” He snarled.

“No thank you.”

“You are my captive!”

“Not for long.” She said, before a smirk tilted her lips.

“What?”

Walking up to him, the short two feet, her arms still chained, she kept her head down the entire time, she suddenly looked up, eyes narrowed.

“Boo.”

And he went flying into the far right wall.

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A/n: So, what did you think? Hopefully I’ll have another chapter out today, or tomorrow.