Aarin Mataya's Story

Solice city. Sunday 8:00 pm.
July 18, 2013
Location: Warehouse.
GM
It was a night of laughter. A night of boredom. Basically, it was a dreaded night because it was the night before Monday, and no one likes Mondays. As for you. Maybe this is a night of excitement. A night of fear. A night that will change your life forever. Well.... if you don't think it'll change your life forever, then your wrong. You are about to take the plunge into a new world. Can't really say it's a beautiful one, but it is one full of riches, fame, power, and of course death. It's simple really. Pay attention to the words of the hunter's. They are your friends but they might also be your potential killers. Let's not get to deep into that shall we? Let's talk about your introduction. I'm sure you've met him. The man in the suit. Or the man at the bar. Or the man that just happens to bump into you. That man, is known as a scout. He's searching for talent. Not just any type of talent. He picks a person with talent based on their soul. You don't believe me? Well that's why your here isn't it? To find out if the man was crazy? To find out if you should take the injection that was inside that needle? All will come to light. The first being the fact that the man was right. But,.....He didn't tell you the price. Most people don't when they want something from you. Hehehe. Anyway. Tonight you learn, what they want you to learn. Then, you decide for yourself whether it's worth it. Or if your going to run, because truthfully, you can die and, even worse, loose your soul.
Prologue:

Axl Nui Koi
Axl walked on stage with his two team members. He was the center of attention as people were staring at him. You would think at a gathering like this, there would be noise of small competition being held, but there was silence. The tension was thick. So thick some people were actually having anxiety attacks. Axl could see everything through his cold stare that surveyed the crowd. 'They keep getting younger each month.' He thought to himself. Seeing faces of children probably barely starting their high school year. The current veteran number two, was a seventeen years old, but she progressed pretty fast. This gave him the impression that they think younger souls are a better show. He exhaled softly as a sigh that only his team could have. He flipped of his black hood to reveal his face. He glanced to his right and saw Asher, his right hand man and his damage dealer. He was calm as usual. Axl knew he probably thought ill of the fact that they were recruiting kids these day. Then, without moving his head, he looked at Eva. He couldn't really tell what she was thinking based on her lazy look. It had different effects on people. Some people were scared of her cause she was ruthless in battle. Others just thought she was lazy. As for Axl, he thought she was just bored but, then again, she could be all three of those things at once. He looked back at the crowd with cold eyes and started to speak.

"Welcome," He said in a low uninterested but stern voice, to express his authority and his lack of feelings for people in the crowd. "All of you are probably wondering why your here. Well, if your here then you must know your reason already. You were promised fame, fortune, and power. Everything you've ever wanted in your wildest dreams. You came here hoping for that miracle and I'm pretty sure about 90 percent of you think its a load of crap. Let me tell you something. It isn't. If you haven't realized i......" He was cut off by someone in the crowd. "What do you mean it isn't? I was given this weird vaccination gun and I can't even use it. This is bullshit. I'm pretty sure everyone here agrees with me. Right!!!?"

Axl let out another sigh and lightly said, "Asher." Of course he knew what to do. He had to transform and quickly knock that guy unconscious before Eva lost her temper at the kid. He was probably only 17. No need for him to die tonight. Just had to knock him out and throw him somewhere after the organization erased his memory. Asher would handle it better than Eva. She'd probably kill him. He made sure to pay close attention to the crowd. He was slightly happier. With Asher's transformation and in-human speed, mixed with the knockout he dealt to the kid, his point wouldn't have to drag on forever. Once in a while he would get people like this guy. People that would help his point prove more realistic. He than continued with his speech. "As I was saying. If you haven't realized it yet. The injection guns you received, or 'Soul Re-leaser', as we call it, are locked and can not be used. That is because I don't want people who don't know the rules walking around with this type of power without hearing the rules. I will not answer questions. You will pay attention. I'm sure you understand. If you don't. We don't care." He waited for Asher to go back to normal and rejoin him on stage. "My colleague here just used a power called soul release to activate a soul form. Anyone who takes the injections can achieve a form like this. Each form is different. It depends on your soul. Everyone's is different. That is all you need to know about that. The next topic is why do you have to release your soul and achieve this form. Well that's simple. You all will compete in a competition for money. It's an underground sport, similar to cage fighting except no cage. You will fight it out with your powers and get prize money as well as what we call soul points. Usually we give out 5 but, since I'm feeling generous, I'm giving you lot 20." He didn't really feel generous. He was just tired of seeing newcomers die so quickly.

"When you run out of soul points three things can happen. One, you will be at the mercy of the victor. Two, the victor will control your soul and make you his servant. Three, you will run for your life and we, the hunters, will track you down and kill you. Once you inject yourself there is noway out. Noway besides death. So if you want to leave and forget about your dreams of fame, power, and riches, then you can go through the door to your right. There they will confiscate your soul injectors and send you back to your pitiful normal lives. You may do this now." He said waiting for people to leave. More than have the room left. He couldn't blame them. He basically just told them to sell their soul for hopes that could be taken away. It was better this way. Weak souls should leave so they live longer. He then turned to the remaining people. There was about 20 of them. He raised his left hand and clicked a button on what looked like a car alarm.

"Inject yourselves now." He waited while hearing the sound of moans and grunts. The injection is thicker than penicillin but the pain goes fast. After the noise was down he continued. "Now that you have released your soul you will spend the next day finding your trigger. Your trigger will help you to use your power. You have 5 days. On Friday you will receive a random message. Read it. You will show up at the location to fight your first match. There will be camera's around to make sure you don't run. If you run. We kill you. When you bet soul points, don't bet high. If you loose those points, I remind you, you are not in control of your life anymore. Last of all. Don't let people see you using your power. If you do. We will kill you. This is the contract. Fulfill and live longer. You can buy your freedom after 20 matches. If you have the money. Depends on how valuable you are. It also depends on if you want to stop. After your first match you will receive not only messages about your matches but others matches as well. When you leave, go to the door on the left. You will do a medical screening and blood drawing. Then you are free to go home." After this he left having Asher and Eva follow him. His job for the night was done. He knew he sparked up many questions in the crowds heads but it was better that he just gave them the just of things. The less people know, the easier it is to sleep at night. That's at least what he thought.
Prologue end.

Part 1. The hardest hunt. The hunters gather to do their job. You on the other hand, think about what happened on Sunday and try to find your trigger before your first match. The date is Wednesday, July, 21.
(ooc: Everyone can post after Asher, the second GM post)

Day: WEDNESDAY - 6/21/13
TIME: 8:30 PM
Location: HQ, Solice City

Asher walked through the hallway, not even bothering with the passing familiar colleagues. This was a matter of important business, something that the Hunters need to take care of ASAP. No buts, ifs, waits, or whatever. They need to do it now. It's evening, probably the perfect setting for a "Bringer of Bad News" scenario, and that's what Asher is in right now. The bad news? It's to be revealed soon enough. However, Asher needs to get to the person who he has to reveal the information to.

It's not hard to find Axl. Usually he's in his office, doing something. Paper work, jotting down notes in modifying this silly contest, etc. Asher has some papers with him as well, those related to this bad news mentioned in the earlier paragraph. Not even bothering to knock, Asher opened the door to see Axl in his chair, the computer monitor covering his face. "Axl." Asher began. "We have some bad news here." A large understatement, Asher. "Some bad news" doesn't cut it. His mind chastised him, something Asher had done in order to better himself at martial arts.

"We have something... new here. We have a 'Rogue Soul Killer.' The guy kills anyone, and I mean anyone. He's killing any person that we give to him as a challenge or who was sent as a challenge himself. Not just a quick death; it'll be usually a brutal one. Signs of torture and stuff, you know- Law & Order, NCIS, that kind of stuff." Asher explained. "He won't stop when winning a fight against any Soul Killer that wagers short of all his or her Soul Points; he'd kill them anyway. There are also reports of the guy murdering anyone out of the Soul Killer contest as well." Asher dropped the files on the desk, his mind being reminded about all those crime investigation shows. "I haven't told Eva, yet. Of course, I think you'll report this to her as well. I believe that this would be a job for the Hunters." Saying that last statement, Asher couldn't help but smirk. Not in a sadistic way, but knowing that he's stopping more pointless murders,

~Aarin Mataya
Aarin looked at the man whom challenged her, she didn't exactly care, hell, she didn't know where the poor soul came from. All she knew was he singled her out for a fight. She soon rose from the chair she was sitting in staring soullessly as she walked into the ring, "Ready when you are" she said coldly and in a more masculine voice than her usual as she thought to herself, "Break!"

Soon her appearance began to change her hair bradded up with her bow applied that it wouldn't move, and her clothes soon were replaced with a longer, more victorian era dress as soon her boots were placed over her feet, and finally the armour she used was finally placed as her sword materialized. She looked at the man, whom looked like a simple soul killer with an Orpheus soul, she smirked a little as she thought, "too easy" she thought before she raised her sword, "En garde" she said in a monotone voice as the fight began with her opponent charging at her to which she stuck her hand out, "Zionga" she said in a bored tone as a jolt of lightning shook and riddled the man's soul appearance as he soon fell, yet as she eased up a little, he got back up and attacked her again, causing her to raise her sword and take a the side of the man as she electrically charged her sword causing major damage to the point that the soul and man fell as she stepped back looking at the man, "give up?" she asked in a cold manner as the man spat back,
"Go to hell"
"Yes or no answer."
"Fine. I give"
"Good. I didn't wish to injure you further"
After saying that Aarin crouched down and offered her left hand out to the man as he returned to his human form as he took her hand and stood up and nodded, "thank you" the man said as Aarin just nodded before noticing the team of hunters, "what's going on there?" she asked herself as she watched the three.

"A rabid dog or not, he's still going to die in the end anyways. What's the point in hesitating huh? Go on then, get him. I'll congratulate you two once you're done with the job. Honestly! This guy should be a simple small fry! Is there really a need to take on such a powerful form, Asher dear? Well, call me if you need anything! I'll just be out here and watch the show!" Eva commented. Asher rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You should be the last one to comment on my battle tactics, dear." Asher said. "Besides, none of the reports say how strong the bastard's victims were... I don't like to take chances on this one." Asher reverted back into his original form at that statement. "However, if you insist, I'll just go in with a handgun and go Call of Duty on the guy." Asher smirked as he left his companion- if you want to call her that- and entered the building. "Asher. Buildings empty so fight hard if things go downhill." Axl warned Asher. Axl did follow the protocol: evacuate everyone. That way, there was no one except the target, and then the Hunters won't have to hold back for civilian safety.

"Back me up." The martial artist nodded as he followed his partner into the room the suspect was in. Damn... Asher thought. It feels like NCIS all over again. He chuckled in his mind but then stopped immediately, knowing that there was work to be done. Quickly, Axl kicked in the door and slammed the suspect into a wall. A sword pointed at his face.

"Noah Winss. You have been accused of murder. Double murder. Last of all, soul Murder. Your eyes say your guilty." Axl stated, not showing any restraint on the truth. Then again, why should he? This guy's a murderer, of souls and of bodies. "Your guilty." He then said. "So you have to die."

Asher stood near the window and the doorway, carefully aiming a Glock-19 (equipped with a silencer of course) at the target. He had long, blonde hair that obviously was in a mess. It covered his upper part of the face, including the eyes. He wore a cloak, but that was just about what Asher can see from his point of view. There was, of course, a strange air around that man that Asher could feel from across the room. He trained his handgun steaily at the guy's face.

~Kamina {Good god I forgot about him!}

Kamina walked through the city, still shirtless and knew he had to figure out how he'll activate his soul ability. He walked into an alleyway and noticed a fight, he soon walked over to see what was happening, soon he noticed a larger man beating the hell out of a smaller one whom couldn't defend himself well enough to fight back and Kamina soon charged, "Hey! You back off!" he yelled as he rammed the man, "Jeez, fight someone your own size!" he corrected as the man got up raising his fists. The fight began between Kamina and the now enraged man as they exchanged punches, kicks and all sorts of other MMA or WWE things. After about twenty minutes in the combat, the man grew more annoyed drawing a knife, as Kamina stepped back a little as he now grew annoyed, "What the hell is your problem pulling a knife on an unarmed opponent?!" Kamina yelled in outrage as the man lunged at the now evasive Kamina multiple times as the small man finally ran off, "Good, he's safe" Kamina thought as the man grazed Kamina's side, but still got him enough that he was bleeding a fair amount. Now Kamina was angry, more like furious as he invoked his soul appearance, armour surrounded his features and soon was encased in the armour. Kamina began a relentless assault as the man kept stabbing at Kamina to no Avail as now Kamina beat the man down and soon there was a wet crunch heard from the man as he fell limp. And soon Kamina's burt had ended and his bleeding body finally was exposed as He noticed how badly hurt he was as his vision blurred. He limped out of the Alley court as he noticed a nicely dressed "young man" and before anything could be said he fell down unconscious.

~Aarin

After Aarin basically handed her opponent's rear to him on a silver platter, she decided to head home and her ride was a ways away since she didn't wish to have it near when she fought since she really liked the machine since it was a gift from her parents, more like, the only real gift from her parents as she was never really looked upon with a smile from them. She was just really calmly, and admittedly monotonously walking towards her ride, at least, until a bleeding man fell in front of her, "Hey, sir, are you okay?" she asked seeing nobody around, "He's bleeding bad, he's going into shock, I seem to have gotten to him during the golden hour in shock..." she thought as she looked around, "Damn, there aren't any hospitals nearby... I'll have to heal him." she continued as she looked around again before dragging him back into the alley as she thought, "Break!" she invoked her spirit and soon was clad in her spirit appearance, "Diarama..." she said as she began to heal the man's wound every here-and-there looking out to make sure she's not seen by any bystanders as she finally noticed the wound was healed of the major damages, he was still bleeding, but it was of the veins and was starting to now clot up as she rose and disengaged her Soul's ability as she next patched the man's wound up from there, soon, she picked the man up wrapping his arm around her neck and dragged him with her to the vehicle she drove.

Asher sighed as Eva shouted at him, saying that it's bad to assume like she's his mother. Asher rolled his eyes. "Whatever, mother." She should be the last one to chastise ME... Asher thought. If that's how she wants to play, I'd rather speak to her about her lack of clothing... The dragon roared, again, causing Asher to pull out his gun (still in his partial-Soul Release form) and shot the dragon in the skull a few times.

Then, out of nowhere, Axl jumped and stabbed the dragon, sending electricity through his sword. Huh. Now it works... Asher thought. Then, Asher saw that the dragon was about to do a stomp attack, causing Asher to jump back and off the building. Mid-flip, Asher saw that Eva was in her Soul Release form, and Asher couldn't help but smirk. Two dinosaur-sized bones dropped from the building after a few seconds, then off the building as it stumbled back. It fell into another one, and rubble nearly buried it. "Well, why the hell are you two just standing there. I did enough work, didn't I? Get to it now." Eva said, sitting on the floor.

"Right. Asher. Lightning cutter time." Axl commanded as Asher nodded. Asher transformed into the full Soul Release form, having silver hair and dark clothes in a gothic style, completed with a crucifix. The number of swords Asher had increased, and they were all charged with electricity by Axl. "Eliminate the threat."

Asher smirked, nodding to the last command of this fight. The dragon, at this time, managed to stand up. It reared its head back as it prepared to do a seemingly powerful attack. Asher, now at full power, raised a free hand, creating an ice sculpture of himself. Asher threw a sword at it as they both charged at the dragon, lightning blades charged and ready to strike.

Asher, the real one, ran faster than his clone as he rounded the dragon. He jumped and aimed his sword straight for the vertebrae that's supposed to be the neck. The clone did the same from the opposite side, and the dragon wasn't able to do anything as ice froze its limbs. This was a move Asher was trying to create in his mind before, and now he can see it in action. "Twin Lightning Guillotine!"

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FRIDAY 6/23/13
6:00 PM
Location: Aria's Tavern - Solice City

Asher sighed. He remembered the fight, the last roar, the clash of two of his blades as they met at the center of the bone, as well as the deal he had made with Eva. A man of his word, he was supposed to buy her a drink, and Asher told her the only place in this city he knew that sold any drinks. As he left the bar with a bottle, Asher couldn't help but wonder how many people are dead because they tried to run. He never really got any messages or notifications about hunting someone, so he figured that no one was foolish this time around.

Of course, that may change by tomorrow morning, as tonight's the night everyone meets their first match. All Asher had to do was make sure that the fights go along well, and then he's home free. But, for now, he must wait until Eva can get her drink. "God..damnit... What's taking her so long...?"

((Ooooh! Testing my luck here... Lets see if my Power dies.))

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~Kamina ~Aarin

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Friday, June 23rd, 2013, About 5:30 A.M., The Mataya Estate, 30 Kilometers outside of Solice City

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It was 5:30 A.M. when Kamina woke up, and he didn't just wake up, he almost flung himself out of the bed he was in, and upon seeing where he was, he didn't know where he was, a the least, he knew he wasn't in the hospital, and the first few things he thought were, "Oh god damn it. I got abducted by rich people..." he thought as he looked around at the room he was in, and soon decided that he was going to get the hell out of dodge, he soon got up and then realized, his stab wound was healed, now he was confused, "How the hell did a rich person heal me?!" he thought as he looked at the electronic clock in the room, which had the date on it, when he realized, he had been out for two days, which triggered his imagination on what had happened to him, and where he was for the past two days, yet he brushed the thought off as soon as he could and walked out into the darkened hallway, not a soul was heard, seen or active. He moved on and found a set of down stairs, he presumed that he was on the top floor, judging by the fact that where he had found said stairs, there were no up stairs and soon he began heading on down, and reached the ground level, and began moving until a voice stopped him in his tracks,

"Hm. I see you're awake." said a rather young masculine voice, and when Kamina looked over saw the man he tried to get help from, "And you also seem to be very active too." said the man as Kamina answered,

"Yeah. This fancy house is stuffy and I don't really like it. By the way, how the hell did you heal me?" he asked as Aarin rose,

"In a way you probably don't know. Or wish to know, you should be healed fully by now, there is food there on the table if you are hungry. Other than that, you can stay or leave, that. I'll leave to you." she said calmly before she walked into the darkness, and soon Kamina had walked over to the table and began eating some of the food, in a fervent manner. He then stopped, realizing, his host was one of the few rich people whom would swoop down from their upper class society and help a Slum-dog like him, now he was curious as the sun began to rise, Kamina wanted to know who this person was. And why he was helping him. He soon followed the man as fast as he could to tail the man and then asked,

"So, if you do't mind me asking, who are you and why are you helping me?" he asked coming off a little brash in his speech, and started to think the man was going to snap at him, yet before Kamina could correct himself his host spoke,

"My name is Aarin Mataya. And the reason I helped you is because of the fact that you were in need of my help. And I was closest. And thus it was my place to act. No matter who you are. Now I ask, What is your name?" Aarin responded to Kamina's surprise as he remembered hearing about an accident in which the CEO and owner of the Mataya Cooperation and his wife and driver were killed, yet his daughter, Aarin, survived barely, and with no crippling effects, he was surprised, but he was disbelieving that This male was Aarin,

"Uh... My name is Kamina Harina. And may I ask, Are you the daughter of Yamano Mataya? The CEO of Mataya Coorp?" he asked as he saw Aarin shudder a little,

"Yes. I am his daughter..." she responded in what sounded pained beyond pain, which made Kamina feel now really bad for asking before Aarin spoke again, "No need to apologize for asking. You were curious. And didn't know. It's fine. Now, do you have anything you need to do today? I'm willing to give you transportation to your errands." she said sounding distant as Kamina nodded,

"Uh... Yeah, I do. And thank you." He said as he followed Aarin to her motorbike, as Aarin got on she said something,

"Hold on tight." she said before the bike sped off.

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The same day, 6:00 P.M. Aria's Tavern, In Solice City.

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Aarin stopped, "You wished to go here Right?" she asked before Kamina nodded,

"Yeah. There's something I need to do in there." Kamina replied as Aarin turned the bike's engine off, "Alright, thank you for the ride to where I needed to be today." he said as Aarin got off her bike,

"No problem. I might as well join you." she said as Kamina didn't hear as he walked in, soon followed by Aarin as Kamina smiled, not seeing Aarin whom sat maybe five feet from Asher,

"So... Uh, who am I fighting?" he asked as another man stood up,

"Me." a man said rising, "I'm sure I'll be able to squash your puny ass easily" he said smirking as he and Kamina walked into the ring,

"Let's see what you can do Kamina..." Aarin spoke under her breath as Kamina spoke,

"You think you will crush me? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!" Kamina yelled as his Soul form covered his whole body as Aarin just watched, as now the man smirked as the Soul-points were bet, 10 - 10 for both,

"Oh please." the man said as he changed into a Bear-style beast-man and the two looked at each other, before he decided to attack. As Kamina took the hits not realizing how fast the beast was, and Kamina just took the hits and fell to his knees,

"Damn he's fast. I need to slow him down..." he thought as he rose as Aarin spoke to herself again,

"Of course he's new with his soul's ability..." she said under her breath as Kamina basically had his rear handed to him on a silver platter, "Damn it Kamina! Are you seriously letting him win?!" she thought as Kamina stood again from the man's attacks,

"Too easy. You are a sad fight. At least I'll win!" he said as he prepared to pounce, "Zio!" he yelled as a thunder attack hit Kamina's amour, which didn't feel nice as Kamina fell, "Give up yet?" he asked as Kamina started to stand,

"Hell no. You are not going to win!" he said strongly as the man attacked, yet got stopped by Kamina stopped him by his throat, "I will beat you! With the support of those whom I have helped!" he yelled as his free hand turned into a drill, "Giga.... Drill... Breaker!!!" he yelled as he drove the drill into the beast's chest causing massive amounts of damage, soon the beast fell and was rendered unconscious as Kamina disengaged his soul form,

"Good fight. I liked it." he said as Aarin smiled,

"He has some power... This should be interesting..." she said to herself before leaning back a little, as Kamina sat a few feet from her, "Good job." she said calmly as Kamina smiled.

((Ooooh! Testing my luck here... Lets see if my Power dies.))

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~Kamina ~Aarin

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Friday, June 23rd, 2013, About 5:30 A.M., The Mataya Estate, 30 Kilometers outside of Solice City

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It was 5:30 A.M. when Kamina woke up, and he didn't just wake up, he almost flung himself out of the bed he was in, and upon seeing where he was, he didn't know where he was, a the least, he knew he wasn't in the hospital, and the first few things he thought were, "Oh god damn it. I got abducted by rich people..." he thought as he looked around at the room he was in, and soon decided that he was going to get the hell out of dodge, he soon got up and then realized, his stab wound was healed, now he was confused, "How the hell did a rich person heal me?!" he thought as he looked at the electronic clock in the room, which had the date on it, when he realized, he had been out for two days, which triggered his imagination on what had happened to him, and where he was for the past two days, yet he brushed the thought off as soon as he could and walked out into the darkened hallway, not a soul was heard, seen or active. He moved on and found a set of down stairs, he presumed that he was on the top floor, judging by the fact that where he had found said stairs, there were no up stairs and soon he began heading on down, and reached the ground level, and began moving until a voice stopped him in his tracks,

"Hm. I see you're awake." said a rather young masculine voice, and when Kamina looked over saw the man he tried to get help from, "And you also seem to be very active too." said the man as Kamina answered,

"Yeah. This fancy house is stuffy and I don't really like it. By the way, how the hell did you heal me?" he asked as Aarin rose,

"In a way you probably don't know. Or wish to know, you should be healed fully by now, there is food there on the table if you are hungry. Other than that, you can stay or leave, that. I'll leave to you." she said calmly before she walked into the darkness, and soon Kamina had walked over to the table and began eating some of the food, in a fervent manner. He then stopped, realizing, his host was one of the few rich people whom would swoop down from their upper class society and help a Slum-dog like him, now he was curious as the sun began to rise, Kamina wanted to know who this person was. And why he was helping him. He soon followed the man as fast as he could to tail the man and then asked,

"So, if you do't mind me asking, who are you and why are you helping me?" he asked coming off a little brash in his speech, and started to think the man was going to snap at him, yet before Kamina could correct himself his host spoke,

"My name is Aarin Mataya. And the reason I helped you is because of the fact that you were in need of my help. And I was closest. And thus it was my place to act. No matter who you are. Now I ask, What is your name?" Aarin responded to Kamina's surprise as he remembered hearing about an accident in which the CEO and owner of the Mataya Cooperation and his wife and driver were killed, yet his daughter, Aarin, survived barely, and with no crippling effects, he was surprised, but he was disbelieving that This male was Aarin,

"Uh... My name is Kamina Harina. And may I ask, Are you the daughter of Yamano Mataya? The CEO of Mataya Coorp?" he asked as he saw Aarin shudder a little,

"Yes. I am his daughter..." she responded in what sounded pained beyond pain, which made Kamina feel now really bad for asking before Aarin spoke again, "No need to apologize for asking. You were curious. And didn't know. It's fine. Now, do you have anything you need to do today? I'm willing to give you transportation to your errands." she said sounding distant as Kamina nodded,

"Uh... Yeah, I do. And thank you." He said as he followed Aarin to her motorbike, as Aarin got on she said something,

"Hold on tight." she said before the bike sped off.

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The same day, 6:00 P.M. Aria's Tavern, In Solice City.

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Aarin stopped, "You wished to go here Right?" she asked before Kamina nodded,

"Yeah. There's something I need to do in there." Kamina replied as Aarin turned the bike's engine off, "Alright, thank you for the ride to where I needed to be today." he said as Aarin got off her bike,

"No problem. I might as well join you." she said as Kamina didn't hear as he walked in, soon followed by Aarin as Kamina smiled, not seeing Aarin whom sat maybe five feet from Asher,

"So... Uh, who am I fighting?" he asked as another man stood up,

"Me." a man said rising, "I'm sure I'll be able to squash your puny ass easily" he said smirking as he and Kamina walked into the ring,

"Let's see what you can do Kamina..." Aarin spoke under her breath as Kamina spoke,

"You think you will crush me? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!" Kamina yelled as his Soul form covered his whole body as Aarin just watched, as now the man smirked as the Soul-points were bet, 10 - 10 for both,

"Oh please." the man said as he changed into a Bear-style beast-man and the two looked at each other, before he decided to attack. As Kamina took the hits not realizing how fast the beast was, and Kamina just took the hits and fell to his knees,

"Damn he's fast. I need to slow him down..." he thought as he rose as Aarin spoke to herself again,

"Of course he's new with his soul's ability..." she said under her breath as Kamina basically had his rear handed to him on a silver platter, "Damn it Kamina! Are you seriously letting him win?!" she thought as Kamina stood again from the man's attacks,

"Too easy. You are a sad fight. At least I'll win!" he said as he prepared to pounce, "Zio!" he yelled as a thunder attack hit Kamina's amour, which didn't feel nice as Kamina fell, "Give up yet?" he asked as Kamina started to stand,

"Hell no. You are not going to win!" he said strongly as the man attacked, yet got stopped by Kamina stopped him by his throat, "I will beat you! With the support of those whom I have helped!" he yelled as his free hand turned into a drill, "Giga.... Drill... Breaker!!!" he yelled as he drove the drill into the beast's chest causing massive amounts of damage, soon the beast fell and was rendered unconscious as Kamina disengaged his soul form,

"Good fight. I liked it." he said as Aarin smiled,

"He has some power... This should be interesting..." she said to herself before leaning back a little, as Kamina sat a few feet from her, "Good job." she said calmly as Kamina smiled.

"I'm right here, you moron." A girl's voice sounded from nearby. Asher turned to the source, but was then struck on the noggin with a blunt object. "Stop yar crying and pay up for my drink! I've been dying of thirst all day long ya know!"

"Bouna sera..." Asher mumbled in Italian, rubbing his head. "You didn't have to hit me with your blade. Besides, if you were so thirsty, then you might as well drink water or wine..." Asher sighed as he looked at her. Same clothes as before, save for the jacket.

"Where's the other kid? From what I recall, you both were supposed to buy me a drink, and especially since I'm out. So therefore, making me wait this long, you both have to buy me a whole pack! I'm sure 6 dollars wouldn't hurt too much, isn't that right?" Eva smiled as she spoke in a dark tone. It wasn't so surprising to Asher that she would speak in such a tone, and he had grown used to it.

"From what I recalled, you were supposed to come to this bar half an hour ago." Asher rebutted. "I was waiting for you. I might as well leave the bar and go grab a can of Sprite from the nearest Wallgreens or something, and make you wait even longer." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Now come on. I'll treat you to 12 bottles, alright? We'll just have Axl handle everything next mission." He smirked at the thought. Knowing Axl, there wasn't really much to stand against him when enemies are around. Asher even wondered why he was with the guy in the first place if he could handle himself. Might as well make him repay by doing both our jobs. Asher mentally chuckled, pulling out his wallet.

The funny moment was off when he heard one of the few key phrases that caught Asher's attention. "So... Uh, who am I fighting?" A boy asked.

"Me. I'm sure I'll be able to squash your puny ass easily" Another man said, standing up. Oh boy... here it comes. Asher rolled his eyes as he put back his wallet into his back pocket of his jeans.

"You think you will crush me? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!" The boy asked, converting his body into the appearance of his soul- something that would come from Gundam Wing. Yes, a mech.

"Oh please." At that statement, the challenger turned into his soul form- some humanoid-bear-creature. Asher perked up as he saw the beast run, faster than a normal eye can see. Maybe he's grown to be speed-oriented in this form? Strange- bears aren't known for speed. Asher speculated. There had been soul forms that had these many opportunities to grow oriented to a certain aspect- like Asher's form. Asher had the advantage of using both fire and ice because he grew through both options, creating himself a third. Had he chosen just one, Asher could only control either ice or fire.

The mech, however, didn't choose that aspect. It was slower, allowing nature to wreak havoc over technology. "Of course he's new with his soul's ability..." Asher heard someone mutter. He looked in the direction of the sound his sharp ears picked up, and saw another person speculating the fight. Using the statement she said, Asher concluded that the woman was in the tournament. Asher didn't sense enough power to be a Hunter, but maybe just a wise combatant.

"Too easy. You are a sad fight. At least I'll win!" Asher looked back at the fight to see the bear shouting "Zio!", creating a lightning strike that severely damaged the mech. Good job. Metal's a great conductor for electricity... So that's the prime weakness of his opponent.

"Give up yet?" The bear asked. Asher could almost see a smirk on its face.

"Hell no. You are not going to win!" The boy answered. He's persistent. Asher mused. That's also good. The bear charged again, only to be stopped by a grab to the throat. "I will beat you! With the support of those whom I have helped!" Can anyone tell me if this is an anime, or not? Asher smirked at the statement. It wasn't foolish- far from it. That typical, clichéd sentence showed the boy's conviction and intent to win. It also showed he wasn't willing to lose what he would lose in this fight. And thus, the boy shouted his attack, "Giga Drill Breaker" as he used it on the bear within his grasp. The boy's hand turned into a drill, which was driven into the creature's chest. Obviously, that one blow (or several, depending how you saw the attack) was enough to incapacitate the bear, forcing it to go back into its human form. The boy, on the other hand, reverted back into his normal form.

Asher stared at the two combatants a few more seconds, then nodded. It wasn't that Asher was a creeper. No, it was because in some of these fights, the losers can't accept their losses or the winners would get either too into the battle or would get too cocky and try to deal even more damage, to make sure their opponents were down. This was another reason why the Hunters were made- to prevent this from happening.

Taking out his phone, the hunter accessed the Notebook application, typing in the battle, time, place, wager, and the combatants (of course, who the winner was as well). He took the pictures of the unconscious person, as well as the boy who walked to the woman who sat near him. "Good fight. I liked it." The boy said.

"He has some power... This should be interesting..." The woman muttered, before adding the traditional "Good job." with a smile.

Asher couldn't help it. He just couldn't get the mixed feelings of someone's first win, so he stood up and walked a few steps to the couple- not in a romantic sense, mind you. It's the feeling of happiness that the boy wasn't a step closer to his doom. Of course, there's a feeling of fear as the boy might enjoy the battle too much. But then, there was also sadness- Asher is reminded that this was a participant in a competition in which you sold your soul to a dealer in a casino. Your skill, luck, and knowledge is the only way from getting bankrupt. "Hey." Asher called out. "Good work, son." Asher smiled. Asher didn't really have a right to call the man ''son'', but in the perspective in experience in this competition... Yeah. Asher does have every right to call the man "son." "You got your first win." The Hunter held out his hand, an offer to shake hands in respect. In certain traditions in martial arts, the people shaking hands let their free hands go underneath the arm with the shaking hand. This was to signify that you mean no harm and deceit, something people usually do throughout history in order to kill or obtain their goals. Thus, Asher shows it right then and there, to let the boy know that Asher meant no harm. "Congratulations."

~Kamina ~Aarin

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Same day, maybe about 7:45 P.M.

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Kamina noticed the man going up for a handshake and he rose to shake hands with the new man, "Uh... Thanks. It was a fun little fight" he said smiling as Aarin watched more battles going on between other members, "Also, the name's Kamina." he continued as he walked to the bar, and ordered a water for the time as Aarin rose,

"I'll be back." she said in a manor that sounded cold as she turned and walked out of the tavern for a bit, and almost immediately as she saw the door closed, she sighed. Having a relapse of the events a little over five years ago, she hated it. Her father had died, and her hell ended a little, yet, she was the lone survivor, and was nearly crippled permanently. It was a terrifying memory for her, since the last time she remembered, BMW's can't fly and still can't. She stood there leaning on the wall hoping to any deity that is up there that nobody with the soul injection sees her in this, shaking, almost on the verge of tears, and painful moment, "Why did all of that happen? Why..." she thought as she stood there leaning on the wall shaking in a more fearful manner. She hoped it'd get better.