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Genji

"Remember when I said you could win?*Exhales Smoke* I lied."

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a character in “Yu Yu Hakusho: The Dark Tournament Returns!”, as played by Sneakyrio

Description

Name: Genji

Age: 80

Species: Artifact Demon

Role: Team Koenma Fighter

Appearance: Genji is a lithe demon with odd proportions. He is very lanky and his body built thin, yet sturdy. He has peach colored skin and stands at about 6'4" weighing at about 167lbs. in total. Both of his ears are riddled with several different kinds of piercings and earrings of different makes and sizes. His entire body seems to be covered in black bandages. He wears a face mask made from a soft black material. When he does show his face, you can see many scars crisscrossing his face. His burgundy hair is in an elongated spiky style which is styled towards the front of his body. He wears a white Gi outlined in black also from his village along with grey and black tattered hakama kept up by a sash. He wears black tabi socks and wooden sandal boots that were also popular in his village. His most striking physical feature are his scarlet red slitted eyes. Genji is also displaying six katana on his person. He is often seen smoking from a jade pipe.

Personality: To say that Genji is laid back is both an understatement and an incorrect statement. Genji can usually be found in a position of lax, either slouching, siting down or laying down. His eyes always have a tired look about them. At first glance of Genji as a person, you might assume that he is a selfish asshole that doesn't care about anyone or anything. Now, while you may not be that far off, there is a whole lot more to him than that. It's hard to pin down what he's really like, seeing as he seems to change himself and avoid any lengthy conversations. He seems to be able to talk to people just fine, but seems to prefer to keep to himself. One thing that always seems apparent is his bombarding wit. Genji always has something sarcastic or insulting to say to someone. Whether he really means what he says is always left up to the person, for Genji rarely goes into further detail. He seems to have very little remorse, in conversation, on the battlefield and off of it. He says what he wants to say and doesn't care who's feelings he hurts. He kills easy and death doesn't really seem to faze him at all. He doesn't go out of his way to save people, but if someone needs saving and it happens to be near his objective or target, well it's their lucky day.

When speaking with an enemy, he seems to play the remorseless blood lusting psycho. He doesn't care about hostages and using people as leverage against him is useless. He never let's the safety of others or himself interfere with his mission. He is very good at following orders and always getting the job done in a very efficient way. He smokes from an elongated pipe profusely and it seems to be his main crutch. Sometimes, when you look into his eyes, you see nothing. Just the eyes of a man who died long ago, who's body just keeps moving because it doesn't know what else to do. He's also just too goddamn stubborn to change his ways now. The man is stubborn and biased when it comes to his own belief systems, he prefers to think that his opinions and his assumptions are resolute simply because he’s had to rely on only himself for so very long. It’s not an issue of elitism, he just knows his ideas and evaluations to be true in 90% of the situations that he’s faced. It doesn’t mean he’ll immediately cast aside an offering of ideas or leads but he’s one to always want and have the final say in expressing and acting upon them.

All in all, Genji is just trying to get by in life using the talents he was born with and the skill he was taught. He craves purpose and perhaps a cause that he could actually pledge himself too that he could actually respect. Or maybe someone to put the spark back in his eyes.

Fighting Style:
Demon Swordsman-
Genji is an incredibly skilled swordsman, being able to constantly alternate through six blades in perfect succession. He is able to manipulate his energy in all six of his swords and have them float and fight around him using nothing but his energy. Though most often he will simply use one of his swords just with his hand. He is not particularly strong for a demon of his power, but he is incredibly fast, being able to move at such high speeds that some people assume he can teleport where in fact he is simply moving incredibly fast.

He can also manipulate his demonic aura through his blades and on rare occasion, pipe. The truth is, being an artifact demon, Genji can manipulate his aura and use it to posses weapons and items and use them to his own will and purpose.

Techniques:
Sleeping Strike: Genji charges the opponent and slashes him. Though it appears he did only one slash, more talented apparitions could have maybe detected more. This becomes apparent when 16 separate slash marks appear on the opponents body.

Dragon Gale: One or more of Genji's blades seem to glow with a red aura, Genji then slashes at his opponents, releasing the energy at the opponent in a large red energy slash.

Will of Blades: Genji uses his energy to manipulate his swords to float and fight around him using only his energy.

Dragon Whirlwind: While holding two of his swords, Genji causes the rest of them to spin around him at an incredible high speed, causing him to become a humming red tornado.

Dragon's Breath: Genji manipulates his aura into his pipe and exhales an enormous amount of red smoke that obscures not only the area, but Genji's energy and scent as well.

Rain of Claimed Souls: Genji manipulates his aura into his blades and causes them to raise high into the sky. They then start to radiate energy which begins to expand. The energy forms into hundreds of red energy blades. They then all fall to the ground with great speed. The blades are a representation of every swordsman he has ever beat.

Soul Graveyard: All the blades are now stuck in the ground. If the opponent survived the first attack, Genji can then run around the area and use every single blade there. Each soul blade is only good for one hit though.

Soul Claimer: Genji's most powerful attack, it's pretty much a one shot at the moment because he uses all of his energy to do it. Genji charges one of his blades with aridiculous amount of his energy, he then stabs at his opponent. Two Japanese dragons made of red energy shoot out of the blade in a double helix pattern. They hone in on the targets energy and don't stop until they have consumed a soul. It is a dangerous technique that injures Genji as well.


Weapons/Items:
Six Katanas of no real special significance.

A Jade pipe with an effigy of a dragon lazily spewing out smoke.

History: Genji doesn't really remember much growing up in the Demon world. He knew his mother was a low class artifact demon who's only real talent was craftsmanship. His father, however, was a Dragon. Mazoku Dragon to be precise. He raped his mother and Genji was the outcome. His mother tried to raise him right and taught him about smithing, but the village he grew up in simply shunned him. Mainly due to his eyes, marking him as a Mazoku half-breed. But, most of that part of his life is fuzzy and blanked out. He doesn't even remember what happened to his mother.....or the village.......where was that village? What he does remember is his obsession with swords. Swords of all makes and kinds, for some reason, he wanted them all. He studied swordsmanship from several different demon masters, but was expelled by every master for his sword obsession and battle lust. He ended up training himself and developing his own style and technique from the different pieces of the different masters.

He eventually made a name for himself for challenging different swordsman to duels and beating them and taking their swords for his collection. He was known as the Soul Collector, for the sword is the soul of the warrior. When he began to catch the eyes of some higher up demons, for his half breed nature, he was dubbed the Sleeping Dragon. That was the name that stuck the most. He soon became one of the most famous Demon Swordsmen, only really known as the Sleeping Dragon, his real name nearly unknown by everyone.

Recently he was contacted by Yuuta, a Reaper and pilot of the River Styx. She informed him of the situation and at first he told her to blow it out her ass. But when she said Koenma wished to speak with him personally, he accepted. When explained the situation, he agreed.

Reason for Joining: Besides pure boredom and the hope for something new? That he will find more swordsmen to challenge and kill. He is eager to add to his collection. The prize however? That is something he wishes to keep to himself.

Extra:Theme song My Spirit Will Go On by Dragonforce

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So begins...

Genji's Story

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"Sticks and stones might break my bones but whips and chains excite me!"






"Right then, a few things," Genji began only to cast his little disappearing trick on her.

Again.

"First off, I have no idea what the fuck you just said. I don't know what cosplay or lolita or stilletos or anything else that spewed from that mouth of yours. Human cultures have a shorter life span than a Makai Insect without a whistle in the World of the Living! Why can't you just stay the same for a couple of centuries before you go reinventing yourself every five fucking months!? Second, I am not here to entertain you! Everything I wear has an incredible sense and purpose behind it! Even my bandag-ESPECIALLY THE BANDAGES!!"

Serafina said nothing as he spoke, her face and body language utterly neutral.

"Third! If you want to rutt, then just grab your partner by the crotch." Serafina held herself completely still, the only movement that of her chest rising and falling with her measured breaths, even when Genji's hand wandered a bit too close to her nether regions. Although 'a bit too close' might have been an understatement, considering he was cupping her lady parts roughly in his hands. In any other situation - excluding sex or some hot make out session - with any other person, Serafina might've chopped his hand off. Despite all her flaunting of her body, she had an army's worth of self-respect... Sort of. But you had to work for the right to have your man parts in her temple. Serafina de Valeio did not spread her legs for just anyone.

"And say 'Let's fucking rutt!!!' Why do you humans have to dance around everything like your children 'round a maypole in spring? It's utterly ridiculous! It's a massive waste of time! I'm surprised you get anything done with such short life spans! You...you.."

Demon Fetish seemed to calm down suddenly as his bandages rewrapped themselves through some creepy voodoo.

"Um, I'm sorry. I'm not entirely sure what came over me there. I don't usually talk like that... I'm going to bed. I need to clear my head. Don't enter my room for the next 6 hours, lest you die from asphyxiation. Pleasant-" Beep. "Dreams."

Serafina stayed as still as a carrot without legs for a long moment, her poker face unwavering. Then, she spoke.

"That was..." Serafina swallowed. "Hot." She sucked her lower lip in and exhaled. "God, I need to sit down," she breathed. "Shuffle over, Smokin' Abs," she told Tora before deciding she'd just sit on him instead. She needed some skin to skin contact anyway and damn, demons were hot. "I've always been into the whole fem-dom thing but I'd actually go all 50 Shades of Gray if he's my Christian Gray," she sighed.

"Why would you preheat a girl's oven if you're not going to bake any cookies, you know?" she asked Ajiko rhetorically. He was the team leader. He'd know, right? "Why would you shape that dough and not bake it? Just, just," she groaned. Smoke was rising from her burning hot skin - she wasn't on fire yet though - and had Tora been human, he might've been sizzled. "Someone have sex with me. Right no-"

"Sleep well, for tomorrow you face your worst nightmares..."

"Okay, is it me or is the wall talking to us?" Serafina narrowed her eyes at the appearing words. You'd think if she had to hallucinate it would have more to do with whipped cream and fruits and the creative application of it, not creepy messages on walls.

"Team Kemonogatami. You're lucky I don't slit your throats now, because there's not a thing you could do to stop me"

"Okay, who spiked my drink?"

Suddenly the coffee mugs burst. Which was alright, seeing as she didn't like the bloody things anyway. But then several of her luggages were shredded into pieces and she felt a sharp pain in her left cheek followed by a warm trickle down her face. Her jaw fell at the sight of her ruined Guess and Fiorucci clothes, as well as her favourite dress torn in five.

"Oh no they didn't," she said through clenched teeth. Then she caught her reflection in her mirror and the small incision in her previously flawless face. Serafina screamed, a never ending cry so deafening she could've woken the dead and just about every other creature in all the realms. Her emerald eyes blazed as her clenched fists burst into flames. She yelled as she grabbed the door and ripped it open.

"Sleep horribly because tomorrow you're getting castrated!!!" she yelled down the hallway before hurling two fireballs down both ends. She snarled again before grabbing a chair from the room, setting that on fire and hurling it down the hall. "That was a limited edition Calvin Klein dress from París!" she roared, a burst of fire slipping from her mouth before she slammed the door shut.

Her eyes were simmering with rage as she exhaled puffs of smoke. "And how am I supposed to cover this up, Ajiko?" she hissed, gesturing at the tiny, shorter than an inch cut on her left cheek. "No amount of foundation's going to help me!" Then she started wailing, her boiling tears trickling down and burning holes through the floor. "No one's going to marry me now!" she cried, dropping face down onto the couch. "My life, it's ruined. I'm hideous!"

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Like many I'm sure, Tora had no flippity noodle of an idea what was going on. Well, he sort of adjusted to it, supposedly, just about making every response to Serafina's horny-go-girl behaviour a 'Take a guess, genius' look.

What did catch him off guard, however, was Genji's sudden outburst of rage and... excite? Whatever it was, Tora had to watch not to get caught up in his banter.

…..

That wasn't natural. Okay he hadn't known the younger demon for long, rather extremely short to be precise, but that... Definitely was not something that came natural to Genji.

“Agreed. It's been a long day, we all better rest up.” Tora retorted to Genji's comment on getting some shut-eye.

“God, I need to sit down,”

The token-girl of the party glanced at Tora, asking him to shuffle over before changing her mind and just deciding to sit on his lap.

“Oh no you don't, lass. Plenty room on the couch.”

The giant raised a single eyebrow, lifting the girl, like a groom carrying his bride, and guiding her to one of the empty chairs that stood around the lone table.

“We have a busy day tomorrow. I suggest you two don't make it too late, lest you join the arena drunk on sleep.”

Not that it mattered. But at least he was going to get some shut-eye, as much as he could, anyway.

Entering a room of his choice, Tora locked the door, and made ready for a good amount of rest.

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The moment he saw Serafina getting frisky, and the moment Genji went mad, he stood up and went to the bathroom, he didn't plan on getting involved in this. But as he then left, suddenly he heard the scratching as well, and made his way to looks, where he saw the writing


Sleep well, for tomorrow you face your worst nightmares............Team Kemonogatami.
Your Lucky I don't slit your throats now, because there's not a thing you could do to stop me

And as he saw that he felt some anger as he saw much of the things split in half, before he growled a bit, as he then cocked his hand back and punched the writing, as it then crakced at this "we will see you demonic fuck" he said as he then shook his hand before he looked at Tora, before he nodded

"I agree with the big guy, I'm gonna catch some Zzz's before this crazy day finally does kill me before the tournament" he said as he then made his way to his room.

At this point he stripped from his basic clothing as he then slid his sweat pants on, before he hopped into the bed. He laid there staring up at the ceiling as he then looked at the small necklace pendent which bore an image of his little brother, Koeki.

"Give me strength little brother, to deal with these people, and somehow win this god forsaken tournament." he said as he then rolled himself over to his side and tried to get some sleep for there match tomorrow.

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Genji


Genji's form was perfectly still. He had fallen asleep in a slouched position, fully clothed and still armed to the teeth, pipe in his mouth. His eyes slowly flitted open and adjusted to the scene before him....an empty bedroom. He cracked his neck a few times, jumped off the bed and entered the Living area. He saw that everyone was already there, he must've slept in. He simply nodded to them, grabbed the pot of coffee and began to chug it threw his mask. Genji slammed it down and made a satisfied sound. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Genji opened it and grabbed the piece of paper that was in the servants hand and slammed it on him without saying a word. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his drug addled eyes on the parchment. They finally focused and he read what was on it.

"Just like a I thought, we're the first match of the tournament. Against....Team Kemonogatami. Hmm. It says here are match is in.......oh shit. 15 minutes. We should go." Genji said placing the parchment down. He cracked and snapped his body a few times and then left with his team for the tournament stadium.

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The stadium was surrounded by demons trying to get a look at the megatron they kept outside for those who couldn't get tickets. Seeing as this might be one of the last Dark Tournaments ever, it was a sold out house. Thousands of Demons lined the stands, cheering for blood and guts. Team Shirahama entered the stadium floor onto the grass surrounding the ring. Demons screamed things at them like "DEMON TRAITORS!!" and "HUMANS ARE FOOD NOT FIGHTERS!!" and other things of that nature. The crowd was really riled up for the first match.

A lone demon stood in the ring, a young looking Fox Girl. "GOOD MORNING LADIES AND DEMONS!!!!! My name is Koto, and I will be your commentator and referee for this Tournament! Being a person who made this tournament her life, seeing it back in action was a wish come true!!!! So let's get this thing started off right!" The girl yelled cheerfully. She then gestured to her left.

"On my left, We have Tora Raikou, Serafina de Valeio, Genji and Akijo Shirahama! Give it up for Team Shirahama!!" A chorus of boos and death threats came from the audience. She then gestured to her right.

"And on my right, We have Naneppu, Hekeigani, Juukei, Shojo and Gozaru! Give it up for Team Kemonogatami!!!" A chorus of cheers erupted from the crowd. Though Koto stated five names for Team Kemonogatami, only four demons appeared to be there.

"Alright men, Team Captains step forward to decide the rules for the match!" Stated Koto and backed off.

The tall demon with the tail and face markings called Gozaru stepped up onto the ring and made his way to the center. When Akijo reached him, he looked down at the human, for Gozaru stood over a foot taller than Akjio. He smiled a warm genuine smile at him. "How about we do this the right way? Whichever team wins 5 matches in total is the winner. Your only eliminated from the fight if your dead. Whaddya say?"

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Akijo got up and did his basic morning routine, he brushed his teeth, he did his basic work outs, he did basic push ups, no legged push ups, and then handstand push ups, basic work out routine, before he then did some straight legged one finger push ups. Before he grabbed some food, eating quickly as he looked at Genji as he was sleeping. Rolling his eyes as he saw he was just slouched.

After a bit he had himself dressed up before he looked at Genji when he awoke from the knock. listening to him read it before he then heard him say that it was time for the match. "Son of a bitch!" he said as he then went with his team as he ran off with his team to the Arena.

As he arrived he then heard the cries, jeers, comments and insults from the demons. But when he heard the demon shout "HUMANS ARE FOOD NOT FIGHTERS!!!" he then gave him the shove it sign with his arms. As he made his way as he listened to the fox girl. Koto. yell out and announce his team, and hearing the loud boos and hisses, as he rolled his eyes a bit. Not really caring

He was dressed up in his basic attire again as he looked at the demon Gozaru. As he then walked forward to greet him. As he looked up. Akijo was NOT a short human, he was a good 6'2, while he wasn't a giant. he was not a small man, very big, very strong, as strong as some demons, if not stronger.

"How about we do this the right way? Whichever team wins 5 matches in total is the winner. Your only eliminated from the fight if your dead. Whaddya say?" He heard the demon say before he then sighed a bit

"Alright, you wanna do it old school, then lets do it, five wins takes the match" he said as he then looked at him "Maybe as a demon you don't know this, but you sound pretty honorable." he said as he then raised both his fists up "But we usually tap fists to show some form of mutual respect, and I think your worth some respect" he said as he looked at him, liking the feel of Gozaru.

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"I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age."






"Oooh, baby, baby. Baby, baby. Push it good, push it real good. Hey! Ow! Push it good!"

"Oh shit. 15 minutes. We should go."

Serafina was jarred rudely awake from her perfectly good, if not inappropriate dream with Salt n' Peppa playing in the background. She groaned, rolling not quite so elegantly out of bed as her head was assaulted by multiple walls. She might or might not have snuck out for a drink and she might or might not be half dead from the worst hangover she'd had in her entire, short mortal life. And that was saying something because Serafina could drink.

She dragged herself across to her scatter of weapons, her head throbbing viciously and her vision threatening to turn non-existent.




When Serafina de Valeio walked into a room - any room - people reacted.

She'd had her butt grabbed, daggers thrown at her head, prostitutes hanging themselves from her curvaceous body and flowers thrown at her face - and a chicken, once. Sometimes people trembled in fear, sometimes they tried to kill her or convince her to join the bright side with virgin nuns and all that. She'd been applauded, worshipped, attacked, hit on, but never in her life had Serafina been booed.

She narrowed her eyes at the blurry audience - her vision was not at its best - trying her best not to sway too much. Somehow, despite her massive hangover, she seemed quite... Serafina. Charming, invasive, big chested and big egoed. That might've had something to do with the bottle of snake wine in her left hand.

"Silly fox lady, Shojo's been in the ring since we started! We're just waiting on the other team to offer up a playmate for him!"

Her head tilted back as she drowned the rest of the bottle, reaching for another she'd brought along in a massive bag she was dragging behind her.

"Shojo says he wants the fire girl!"

Serafina rubbed her forehead, closing her eyes and sighing with exasperation. Ah well, she thought as she chucked the empty bottle of wine over her shoulder. Nothing beat a hangover like getting drunk.

She sashayed her way over to the ring, her hips swaying from side to side and her belly button ring glinting in the sunlight. Viridi and Ignis shone ruby and emerald as her hair fluttered like flames in the wind. She narrowed her eyes at her opponent but all she could think of was his name.

Shojo.

Shojo.

Shojo manga.

She saw the figure before her as a big anime eyed blonde bimbo with a big head and a tiny body.

"Fuck," she cursed under her breath. Then she took a breath and stepped into the ring.

Suddenly, the drunk, hungover and possibly stoned girl transformed into something else. Her emerald eyes were bright, assessing her opponent and anticipating every move. She reached behind her back to draw out her twin swords. As usual, Serafina did not use her fire magic. No one had ever seen her use it in battle, other than to burst into flames as one might light fireworks. Many wondered if she had any control over her gift at all, or if she was merely holding back - saving the best for times of dire need? - but that was something only the Psychic would know.

Serafina feinted left and lunged right and suddenly she was behind Shojo, her swords raised before she brought them down in swift movements to slice his throat and to pierce him through his heart.

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Serafina would feel her blades make contact with her enemies flesh. Warm blood splashed her face and body. Though, the blood smelled......wrong. Instead of the humid coppery scent, it smelt of......alcohol. In fact, the bit that got into her mouth tasted of warm sake. When she tasted the blood, her eyes focused and she could see she was not fighting a big boobed blonde bimbo. She seemed to have not stabbed someone through the heart, but through the leg. A very very large leg. A deep deep bass laughter came rumbling into her ears from high above her.

Serafina suddenly felt like she couldn't move, yet she did move. Her hands forcibly made her blades drop to the ground and she began to rise into the air. She passed a large red tail with black chitin on it. Soon she was face to face with the back of the one called Shojo. Shojo reached down and pulled her blade from his thigh and turned to face her. Least to say, Shojo was big. Standing over 12 feet tall with blazing red eyes. His appearance was ape like, but horned. He had a rather sinister smile on his face. He held her sword in his hand and was inspecting it. Serafina's body then spread itself out arms and legs wide. "This is a fine sword. Well crafted........if my hunch is correct, I would say this blade could kill nearly anything. Well almost anything.." Shojo then took the blade and threw it out of the arena into the ground. He then kicked the other sword on the ring floor onto he ground as well.

"You see, I know you can hear and see me now that your so heavily intoxicated. Only someone incredibly high or drunk could see me. Which is why you didn't see me last night, when I gave you that scar." He began to chuckle at his own words. He looked at her. "I don't know how an ignorant human like you figured out what I was, but Ive obviously underestimated you. The reason I chose you to fight, is because I saw your powers last night. To a lesser demon....well lets gve credit where credit is due, to near any demon here, you would be a formidable foe, except against me. You see, I'm a sea spirit, thus I can be harmed by being burned and my bloods power can only be activated by a demon flame.......not a human one. I'm sorry but the odds were stacked against you from the start. Still..." Shojo raised his hand out, then moved it down, causing whatever force holding Serafina to slam her down into the ring floor. She then raised back up and was then flung headlong into the arena wall.

She was pulled by the arena wall and then slammed into the grass floor of the arena.....and then again....and then again. "I'm still rather hesitant to get near you. Your obviously more intelligent than my reports suggested. Your flame yet might affect me, so I will waste no time. unfortunately, since you did not drink my bottle ad are human, I cannot kill you. Therefore." Serafina was slammed once again outside the ring, yet this time she remained there, pinned to the ground as if held there by the hand of fate.

Koto had been staring on in confusion ever since the match had started, as did most of the entire arena. "I don't know what's happening here folks, Serafina has been being slammed around the arena by some invisible foe. Young Juukei has assured me that it is his fellow teammate Shojo. Perhaps.....perhaps Shojo has the power to be invisible? This poor fiery headed lass seems to not be able to fight back! Due to Serafina being outside of the ring, I will now take a ten count. One! Two!-"

Shojo smirked at Serafina. [b]"Your probably wondering how I'm moving you around like a voodoo doll. The answer lies within you.....which is a cryptic way of saying, 'I can move your body because your intoxicated' pretty unfair I know. Can only be seen by the intoxicated, yet can control the intoxicated. Hilariously enough, I can't even die! I'm pretty much invincible, your lucky to be human though, I am forbidden to kill humans lest they drink from my bottle. So if one of your demon compatriots steps up....well, let's just say you'll appreciate being Human a lot more after seeing what I do to him." This time, he laughed outloud, though it seemed none but her could hear it.

"Nine........and Ten! The winner is Shojo!" Annpunced Koto. The Jumbotron in the arena upated itself, giving Team Kemonogatami a point.

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Genji


Genji had been watching everything from the sidelines. Yes, everything, he could see Shojo perfectly well. For, Genji is ALWAYS intoxicated on Opium. He had heard everything Shojo had bragged about. For some reason......Shojo just pissed Genji off. He couldn't quite place it, but everything about the demon just angered him. That this creature was just born with all of these abilities, while people like Genji had to train there entire lives to gain any modicum of power. And perhaps the fact that he was flaunting it was what really pissed him off. Or maybe.......just maybe......seeing Serafina humiliated in front of a crowd by an opponent that doesn't even seem to be there would be an insult to a warrior of her calibur.

Or maybe he just felt like killing something.

Whatever the reason, he ashed his pipe, put it away and stepped into the ring.

"Alright folks! It looks like from Team Shirahama, Genji! And......since no one else is moving, from Team Kemonogatami, Shojo! Alright, let's try to make it bloody! Begin!"

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Some people were better off without flapping their gums on matters they don't know anything about.

Tora didn't react to all the booing and belching of taunts the audience directed to the 'human' team. Annoyed, however, he definitely was. Sparks of lightning briefly emitted from his body, though his stature was that of a man who couldn't give less shits about petty words.

“Shojo says he wants the fire girl!”

Who? Tora's blinked a few times. Was he going selectively blind, or had nobody entered the ring?

Worrisome...

Whatever had decided to fight with Serafina, the giant could only go with his gut feeling of 'This has bad shit going down written all over it.'



Tora watched in... Well I guess horror -- Yet his neutral expression never seemed to wither away to make place for concern – as Serafina was, being beaten by mere force?

Granted Tora knew very ltitle about any of his team mates, that included their combat power, but he thought that Serafina was given enough credit for that. The trip to Hanging Neck Island most certainly proved that lass' ability to fight, so why not now?

In a flash, the match was over. The scoreboard changing to add a point to the enemy team, and.. Surprisingly the next match didn't need much debate on either side. Even more to Tora's amazements, it was Genji who stood up and took up arms.

“Whatever you are fighting. Kill it.” Was all Tora said, having stepped up along with Genji, though quickly changing his intent to help Serafina stand.

“C'mon, lass.”

Tora slung one of the girl's arms over his shoulder, holding onto her wrist with one hand, and holding her by the waist with the other.

He didn't speak a word, just dragged her to the far wall that separated the crowd from the arena, letting her rest against said wall and standing beside her to watch the... Battle from afar.

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Akijo watched as Serafina. was...well. handed a beating like no other. By something that he could not even see. What did that. He then looked at Genji, before he gave him a bit of a look, also hearing what Tora said before he gave a nod

"Yeah, kill it, painfully" he said with a bit of a smile as he then looked serious as he saw Serafina stand up and struggle, she was still alive, and conscious, but she seemed out of it, more then normal. He just hoped she could recover, because he doesn't know how exactly they were going to beat this guy, if they couldn't see him, or what ever this thing is

As he looked around at the others in there team, he had a feeling that this was going to be more trouble then they expected, but he felt Genji had something which he could use, or he hoped, it was at this moment he was feeling the doubt creep into his mind a bit, as he felt maybe Koenma had left him to die, or maybe had to much faith in him, but still, the very fact that he only had 4 members, and these guys had a full team of 5, really off set the balance

He then crossed his arms and tried to look cool as he waited to see how Genji would fare against this Shojo demon.

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Genji



Shojo and Genji began the match with an intense stare down. The silence was broken by Shojo."Oooh, thats a scary look. Are you mad I tossed around your bitch? She was rather pathetic wasn't she? She seems to be less suited to be on her feet with a blade than on her back with a man!" Shojo began to laugh maniacally, only ones able to hear this conversation seemed to be Genji, Serafina and little Juukei. Shojo stopped laughing when he heard someone else was laughing, particularly Genji. He was laughing pretty wildly. He then stopped when he heard someone coughing.

He turned around and saw Serafina hacking up black goo that seemed to melt the grass. She was in a lot of pain and and her veins were appearing black under her skin, which was turning a sickly green color. Genji looked on in confusion and heard Shojo chortle under his breath. Genji turned back to him. "That would be the effects of my blood. To a demon, it would get them drunk, but to a human.......well. To put it in laymen's terms, her insides are beginning to rot and melt. Don't worry, there is a cure. In order for her to survive the next 5 minutes, she will have to ingest my liver. So, you have less than 5 minutes to beat me and feed her my liver.....or she dies....oh, and of course you die because in that more likely scenario, I will have killed you. Then I will kill your other teammates, and how well do you think they'll fair? They can't even egister my existence! Your all doomed, and my team will have no one in their way from taking total victory and that wish! THEN I CAN FINALLY STOP BEING A SLAVE TO WHOEVER FINDS MY BOTTLE AND I CAN SAVE MY SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION BY IMPREGNATING THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE!!!!!"He began to laugh manically, cauding Genji to raise up a singe eyebrow.

"Yo." SHojo stopped laughing and looked to him. There was a long, tension filled pause.".........I don't care." Shojo looked confused. "What?""I don't care, about Serafina, I don't care if she dies. Or if any of my team dies. I'm just here to kill people.""Wow.....thats pretty cold. Abandoning your own teammates to death.""I'm not abandoning them, I just don't care about them........but what I do care about, is killing you." Shojo simply laughed at this.

"Please..."

Shojo flexed his massive hand and Genji was raised into the air, his body looking like it was trying to stretch. "It doesn't matter if you care or not. You are intoxicated, SO I STILL CONTROL YOU!!!!" Shojo then proceeded to slam Genji into the arena floor, the arena wall, the stands and really any flat surface Shojo could think of. Eventually, Genji was floating limply in the air near the edge of the ring, and Shojo was laughing wildly. "So, who were you going to kill me again?! Because from where I'm standing, you not looking any better than that poisoned bitch!" Juukei walked up tot he edge of the arena. "Stop messing around, Shojo! Just kill him and move on!"

Shojo turned around to face the child. "Look you little brat, you may have found my bottle, so you have my loyalty and servitude....for now. But if you don't improve your little attitude-" As Shojo went on, and as his attention was diverted from Genji, Genji began to emit a red light from his body. The blades of Serafina that Shojo had discarded to the separate parts of the arena began to slowly rise into the air, blades pointed in Shojo's direction.

Juukei seemed to take notice of this. "Shojo! Stop flapping your idiotic gums and turn around, the freak is doing something!" Shojo quirked an eyebrow and turned around.......just in time to have both blades stab right through either side of his head. Genji immediately dropped to his feet and disappeared.

He then reappeared on Shojo's shoulders, each hand gripped on one of the blades stuck in his head. He then yanked on them as hard as he could and back flipped off of his body, causing the to half of his head to be cut off. Genji landed, disappeared again and reappeared right in front of him. Flashes and random movements could be seen by only experienced fighters. Genji then appeared about 20 feet behind Shojo, Completely coated in his black blood. Shojo seemed to freeze, and then the entire crowd could see him and they collectively gasped as he seemed to enter existence. Shojo then abruptly fell into over 32 pieces.

Genji looked over his shoulder and said. "Like that." he then flicked the black blood off of Serafina's blades.

Koto looked onto the carnage. She then jumped up and did a backflip and pumped her fist when she landed. "I'm sorry folks, but a girl can't help but jump for joy at the sight of a such a bloody attack! And now we can see Shojo......well what sleft of him. Well, normally I'd take a ten count, but I think that it's a little ridi......what?" Koto asked as all of the pieces of Shojo disappeared again.

Shojo's pieces seemed to meld back into each other and soon Shojo was reformed and staring at Genji with a large grin. Juukei looked smug and Genji a little worried. "Hmm, not bad. But like I said, I can't be killed. My body can only be destroyed by an ancient Samurai sword forged during the summer solstice on the night of a meteor shower and blessed in the forbidden spring by a Shinto priest. And I doubt one of those rusty little toothpicks qualify." Shojo began to laugh wildly again.

"What a turn of events! It seems Shojo is invisible again and I assume alive from the look on Genji's face. I wonder what will happen next! I'll try to commentate as best I can given the circumstances!"

Genji looked a little stunned at hearing what it took to kill him.......but then his face changed slightly. It regained it's confidence.

"Don't look so confident. Whatever your planning it won't work. You know why, because now your covered in my blood. And when it's exposed to oxygen, I can do a very fun thing with it!"Oh yeah, and whats that?"

"MAKE IT EXPLODE!!!" Shojo screamed.

His pure red eyes then flashed brightly and briefly. The black blood that no covered every inch of Genji began to glow slightly. He looked down at himself....and then up at his team.....just before he was engulfed in a massive explosion that's force caused everyone in the stadium fall back in their seats and sent Koto flying out of the ring onto the ground.

When the thick smoked cleared, the part of the ring Genji was standing on was now a crater with Genji laying lifelessly at the bottom of it. Shojo simply laughed.

It took Koto awhile before she got back up on the ring and gasped when she saw Genji. "Wow.....I can't believe theres anything left of him after an explosion like that! Due to the odd abilities of the fighters. I'm going to take a ten count, just to be sure. One! Two! Three!-" Shojo turned around and began walking back to his team.

"It's a waste of time, he's dead. Nothing could survive that explosion."

"Eight! Nine!......Wha?"

"It's a pity really. Your so talented. I wish I hadn't faced you in the very first round of the tournament. Oh well.."

Shojo froze. Sweat drops were culminating on his brow and his body was shaking slightly. He turned around. "S-s-so, you survived? Your pretty t-t-tough. But, you can't kill me, nothing but a sword forged-"

"Yeah yeah, forged in the summer solstice the night I gagged and raped your mother. That's all well in good if I wanted to kill your body..."

Genji now appeared very different. The white shihakusho he normally wore was gone and his bandages were burnt and askew. Most of his face mask had burned off and you could see almost his entire face now. It was riddled in scars, the most prominent one being a Glasgow smile, two scars starting at each end of his mouth and curving up to look like a smile.

The most obvious difference was that the whites of his eye had turned completely black and his irises had disappeared. Only red slitted pupils remained. His smile was wide and manic, long sharp teeth displayed. The black bandages were now unwrapped so far that they danced wildly around him at least 20 feet long. His entire body was emanating a black wild energy with him as a glowing red center.

"...but what about your soul?"

Shojo's eyes widened with fear. "Your bluffing......nothing but the Orb of Baast or a-a-a-a Mazoku Dragon can steal a soul." Shojo said, trying to convince himself.

The energy around him then seemed to change. The energy formed around his loose bandages to form two massive Japanese Dragons. Both looking very hungry and staring directly at Shojo.

Shojo was paralyzed as the very sky seemed to darken over the stadium.

"I.....am............a...DRAGON! SOUL CLAIMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a grandiose gesture, Genji threw his hands out in front of him. The twin dragons then shot forward towards Shojo in a double-helix pattern.

The dragons closed in on Shojo as their thunderous roar engulfed the stadium. Both of their mouths slammed down on Shojo at the same time.....then flowed right through him and up into the sky. A large red and black swirling portal opened in the sky and the dragons flew into it.

If one looked closely, one could see the pale form of Shojo trapped within the dragons mouths, screaming in terror.

The sky returned to normal, as did Genji.

Shojo's large form suddenly appeared for all to see, just as it fell backwards, completely devoid of a soul.

The stadium was silent.

Genji slowly walked over to wear he had thrown Serafina's sword so they could avoid the blast and picked them up. He then walked over to Shojo slowly. His arms seemed odd looking with what look liked black scales on them and he looked even more emaciated than usual. His eyes had returned to normal though.

Using one of Serafina's swords, he cut open Shojo's stomach and stuck him arm deep within the giants stomach. He fiddled around in there for awhile until he pulled and looking organ. Genji then made his way out of the ring and towards Serafina.

"Wow....just wow! What an amazing attack! But, just in case, I'll take a ten count. One! Two!-"

Genji got to Serafin and stabbed her swords into the ground in front of her. He then got down on one knee, grabbed her hand, opened it, and slapped Shoj's giant liver into her hands. He then gave her a smug smile. "All without drawing a single on of my blades." He then got up and walked over to the arena wall and plopped down onto the grass with a pained expression. The damage of Shojo's attack and his own seeming to only now affect him.

"And Ten! The winner is Genji! Team Shirahama takes the match! I'm excited to keep the blood flowing, next two fighters step forward!"

The members of Team Kemonogatami looked rather shaken. Gozaru was smirking though, and looked more interested than anything. Juukei however looked rather mad. "Stupid idiot, always had to play ith his opponents, never could get the kill until he had satisfied his own pathetic insecurity!" The young boys voice suddenly deepening and taking on a more sinister edge.

A beautiful figure stepped up onto the stage. "Do not worry Juukei-chan, Heikeigani, the Beauty of the Sea shall seduce us another win."

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Agony might've been too light a word. Tens of thousands of needles embedded themselves in her flesh and she gasped as her legs disappeared beneath her, and then she wished all the rest of her would disappear too. Anything to escape the torment. Distantly, she registered the blood in her veins turning black instead of its usual, pulsing red and she cursed inwardly. She was wearing way too much black today and she really wasn't going for the goth look.

Another wave of blinding torture ripped through her body and she could no longer see 2 inches in front of her, much less 2 feet. So this was how Bella felt in Twilight, when her demon baby was kicking her ribs apart from the inside. Serafina found relief in the fact that she was wearing a sexy leather top that revealed the hard muscles of her stomach. Her low hanging pants, being as skintight as they were, would ensure that at the very least, she would die hot.

She wondered if this was this what it was like being a demon. Endless torture in the abyss of hell? She only wished that Hell was fire rather than this torment, because at least she was fireproof. After a few millenniums, or so it seemed, she felt something large and slippery being slapped onto her trembling hand.

"All without drawing a single on of my blades."

"Dick," she managed to croak through her gasps of pain. "Head." Using power was what people should be ashamed of. It made them lazy, and it made things easy. There was nothing like driving a well sharpened sword through someone's heart, hearing the crunch of their ribcage as life bled from their eyes. She loved the dirty connection she felt to her victims. Killing someone meant drawing them close, breathing in some of their life, filling some of the void in your own. Magic made it distant. She could burn someone to a crisp from a mile away, but what was the point? It gave her no satisfaction. She wanted to feel their slipping life on her fingertips as she ripped their last breaths from them.

She didn't want to be weak.

Serafina's vision cleared enough for her to see what was in her hands and she yelped, throwing it back at Genji. "I asked for a sandwich, not a dead cow's organ! Jesus christ, Genji! I'm Vegan! Oh my god, what poor cow did you slaughter to get this?" She started signing the cross then, and bowing her head to mumble a prayer. "Oh holy cow, forgive us for our cruelty. Yours was a pure soul, your udder full of milk and your voice full of song. Let your soul be free..."

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His eyes went wide as he watched this, seeing Genji's ultimate skill, ripping the soul from the Shojo demon. He then shook his head as he watched the ten count, which you could have kept counting forever, he was done, as he then watched Genji walk over and plop down beaten. Which made Akijo take a deep breath, as he shook his head, knowing Genji would be down for a bit.

He then heard them talking about how she was poisoned, and saw the liver given to he, knowing she would need to eat it, and he felt that eating a dead demons Organ would be very simple for her. Which he then heard her began to yell about it being a cow. He then rolled his eyes. Before he looked over to the other sane member of his team. "Tora. Grab the liver" he said as he then went over to Serafina and grabbed her arms. Holding them back a bit as he looked at him "Feed her the liver" he said as he knew he had to take charge as team captain some how, and with Genji down, and Serafina poisoned, him and tora were all that was left. as he then waited for the tall demon to feed Serafina the dead demon's liver, before he also said to him

"After this. I'm gonna need you to step in next, I would take this fight, but one of us need to watch them. and Ill do that, just go in there and kick that pretty demon's ass all the way round this arena alright?" he said as he waited for his answer.

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You want me to do WHAT?!

Tora glared at Akijo with the same expression one would give when met with stupidity. Still, he had a point, a weird one, but... yeah.

*Flop*

The demon liver got smacked into his hand, a slimy, if not rubbery, organ that would honestly make a decent person choke in their own vomit.

Still, Serafina looked like she wouldn't have anything forced down her throat, her jaw being shut as tight as Alcatraz. Without the charm of the ability to unlock it at command.

“Sorry, lass. Chief's orders. Now, open wide...”

Tora announced nonchalantly, approaching the redhead with a sly smirk, holding her lower jaw open and simply shoving the entire organ in her digestive system – Or at least her throat – like she was some five-year old kid.

The giant stared for a moment, like a grumpy dad waiting until his child had done what he asked. After ensuring the whole damn liver was swallowed, actually opening her mouth again for a dental exam, Tora nodded to Akijo.

He had rather gone last, but he had no complaints about Akijo's need to 'watch'.

Glancing at the now injured Genji, Tora nodded for... whatever amount of reassurance he could get, and entered the arena.

He bowed towards his opponent, then gestured to the referee to start the match.

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It was her fault.

Her own foolishness in trusting them. There was no one to blame but herself, but she was awesome and they were little better than rapists so she would blame them instead. Especially Genji with his creepy as black bandages and masks. Batman went out of fashion two years ago and the combination of ninja pervert and spiky mahogany hair made him look like Japanese Led Zeppelin. The Geisha. That and his slithering, snake-like personality creeped people the fuck out. What sort of pick up line was "Hey baby, lemme show you a good time... Chop some'a ur limbs off teehee"?

Just. No.

Then there was Tora with his 'Hey bitches, I can levitate and meditate. Go me,' swag. The guy probably ate rocks, babies and the occasional tree here and there. He was all dark and brooding but she'd caught him checking out her butt and using his mountainous height to stare down her amazing cleavage. He liked to think he was asexual but his unnaturally tiny hands betrayed him for what he really was: a scared little boy with even tinier assets. But that might have to do with the steroids he was so obviously on.

Abs like that were not natural.

Last and definitely least - but they all sucked so who cared - was Akijo. Just... What. The. Hell. The guy conditioned his mane of dark hair more than she did and how much gel was in the thing? He probably had more hair products on his head alone than Walmart had in all their stores combined. That and he was their supposed leader. Hell, they might as well be lead by a bunch of blind ducks on crack for all the guidance he gave. Akijo had one job, and one job only he could possibly succeed in: a Calvin Klein model.

The guy was built like an asian Channing Tatum but his hair was a Head & Shoulders ad.

"Bitch!" she cursed when the slimy piece of lung or placenta or umbilical cord or whatever the fuck it was slid down her throat. "Oh I am going to kick your pretty little ass!" she yelled at her teammates. "Vegan for my whole life - that's 17 years - and you come around and shove a uterus down my throat! What on Earth was that for?!" she growled, leaping to her feet after ripping her arms away from Akijo's iron grip! "I swear to god I'm going to rip your balls off," she hissed, grabbing Akijo's collar and pulling him towards her so their dances were inches away. "After," she decided after a while, her pupils dilating as her body pressed closer to his. "After we have hot, violent sex in every position and place imaginable." She paused. "Thirty-seven times."