A deep silence, so thick it could be cut with a knife. As if it could suffocate you stood still in the arena not a person spoke. Then a single light shone through at the very center of the ring. There was a man, dressed entirely in a black suit, with a black top hat. "Greetings and Salutations everyone, and welcome to the Tournament of Millennium!" As he spoke, the area roared with cheers. This tournament was held in the world of spirits, and was held once every two hundred millennia. It was one of the spirits world's darkest Tournaments, one that would bring about the utter obliteration of any man who dared lose in its ring. There was no escape from it other than winning. Yet even so, the prize was far too great for anyone who had any strength to miss. This went for the heroes and villains of every world.
The prize was always the person closest to them was given to the winner, or themselves if the fighter was a woman. Not to mention they would face utter obliteration, a true death if you will, where there is nothing left. There were few exceptions to this, One such exception being if the fighter possessed something of great value in the spirit world, weapons, abilities, that could be passed on to the winner. Normally these people lived on, as their soul became the power source of these things. One such person who had this exception was Toshiro Osorezu. This man possessed the three swords called 'Fate' Ningen, Akuma, Kami. Each one pointing out one of the three planes of existence, Human, Demon, and Gods realm. He was dubbed the strongest man in his home world, a place brought entirely of war, that never stopped. He wasn't even killed, at the end of the greatest battle in their world, he took his own life. Screaming he would savor the greatest battle for there shall never be another in that world, and there never was, because he was all that was left.
Now he stood waiting for the call of the announcer. "Now ladies and Gentlemen, the hour is upon us! The time we begin our bloody conflict to find the next Kami of the Spirit world! Let us bring out our first two competitors! Coming from the north, a man so violent, so cruel, and so strong he was the last man living in his home world. Those of you who made it to the Preliminary's will know him well, Resident badass, and King Of The Hill! Toshiro Osorezu!" The crowed roared as Toshiro was called out, stepping into the light he seemed like no one was there. He didn't care about the crowd or what they wanted, he just wanted to continue fighting. "And coming from the south, this man saved A world from a dark Cloud Strife!" The announcer clearly made less note of Cloud People still cheered for him, but there were spots of people who could be seen didn't. Cloud came out tall and proud as if he had already won the games. This clearly annoyed Toshiro greatly he was far too cocky. The Announcer walked to the north heading for the north exit, he stopped next to Toshiro though. "If you will make sure you draw this out as long as you can, and make it as gore filled as you can." The announcer laughed only to feel a sudden pain. The Announcer's body sprayed blood before falling to the floor in chunks. Toshiro stood looking down at the pile from the corner of his eyes. The arena fell silent in awe of the carnage that had already occurred. Most Announcers were killed but so soon!? This was great! "No one gives me orders." Toshiro spoke breaking the silence, the crowd cheered as he flung a spray of blood across the arena floor. Cloud stared on horrified of this man, his power was for real, there was no sound when he cut him, not even a gurgle, and he cut him to pieces.
Straight through bone and cartilage. Already he regretted joining already, even more so for being so cocky as to put Tifa as the prize! For her! He would give it all for her. Sweat poured from his body as Toshiro slowly walked towards him. His heart pounded, the smell of fear thick in the air, like a delectable dish. His fear overtook him, Cloud charged yelling, lifting his sword to strike but felt something hard hit his ribs. The sounds of his bones cracking rang like bells as he flew back, rolling on the ground before hitting the wall, which was a good distance away. "Four rips," Toshiro said, sounding quite bored. Lowering his foot, he resumed walking towards Cloud, a dark grin on his face. Cloud made it back to his feet with the help of his blade, bracing himself. He charged again, attacking Toshiro. Toshiro stood still, blocking each hit with his blade, the ground under him breaking down, deeper and deeper until it was two-foot deep hole. Toshiro moved his blade, flipping Cloud's to its side, stepping down and blocking Cloud from using his blade anymore. Another kick connected with Cloud's left arm, snapping it like a twig, sending him flying. As he flew, he opened his eyes to meet the sadistic face of Toshiro.
His foot smashed his pelvis forcing him down to the ground making a hole where he hit. So many bones in his body broken. His jaw, arms and legs were the most noticeable broken parts. Toshiro's blade pressed lightly against his knee, and began to cut all along his body lightly shallow cuts, just to cause pain. Toshiro continued this to the point Cloud lay there crying and jabbering with his broken jaw. Toshiro grinned at him, sheathing his current sword in replacement of Akuma. "Dark as night, a sword of endless blight, torture this man, kill him slow, and show him fear, rend his flesh, tear his soul, send him to oblivion knowing pain!" Toshiro laughed piercing his heart, pulling out a dark matter came along, it was the soul of his soul, the whails of pain echoed through out as the soul was slowly torn to pieces. Toshiro walked back to the north exit, with a bored look on his face. As he got to the exit Cloud's body exploded into millions of tiny pieces, blood rained down on the fans, only to get the crowd cheering even harder, every other competitor who was there made as much room for him to walk as possible. They were all glad they were not in his starting bracket. Toshiro just began laughing out of no where, for no apparent reason. But those who had fought in war knew that laugh, 'Blood lust'. He had slightly sated his thirst. Toshiro made his way back to the reward desk, hoping it was something useful, like some sort of weapon or item that made him stronger.<|im_end|>
She was right there when the fight began. Right there when the love of his life was mutilated. Tortured to death in ways unbefitting of a man who saved a world. It was a macabre sight, one that would leave any woman crying. Tifa did feel a sting in her heart, but for whatever sick twisted reason, it wasn't sorrow. It was...disgust. Disgust at Cloud's powerlessness. At his weakness and foolishness. Cloud to this day never really looked at her in a way that she deserves, instead using her as a replacement for the flat-chested older girl who haunts his dream every night.
"Your partner is dead, now you belong to that man now."
Tifa looked up to the man in the reward desk with an empty expression. She stayed silent for a few seconds, then the girl licked her lips and practically purred. "I'd be his even if the rule didn't say so." She winked. She can feel it inside her, a lust burning so strong, Cloud is but a distant memory. Toshiro evoked a primal desire within her, and undoubtedly any woman who wanted to be with the 'alpha male'. He was so powerful, so savage...she wondered how brutal he will be in bed. And what counts was never the size of the sword.
When he strode into the room, Tifa melted. He was a god, a bloody, sexy god of war, and it took her all not to get down on her knees and suck him off right there and then. "Im your prize," she declared proudly, as if it were a big honor to be his prize. "Would you like to...open your prize right now?" She whispered, pushing up against him, smooth silky hands caressing his chest lovingly. "I love how you murdered my boyfriend..its such a turn on.."<|im_end|>