Providence of aka Meteor-Infinity here: hey there readers! You’re here in the first collaboration/crossover story by us, the group aka Meteor-Infinity. Long story short; this is a story that would involve several characters from the individual stories of the members in aka Meteor-Infinity. Do note that since that the prologue is long, since five of us wrote this. Plus, bear with us since this should be the first time that we made a story like this. Read, and of course, review; where you would be placed in the stars with our thanks if you do(plus you get a review in return!)… Finally, don’t forget to read and our individual stories when you get the chance!

Onward to the story!!

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At long last, the warrior stood victorious. He alone stood after the bloodshed and chaos, clutching the blade he used as he dragged it along the barren soil. The sword felt heavy now, his body weak and tired, but all that was about to change…

--story by aka Meteor-Infinity—

Surrounded by the fallen dead and waste, a formless mist began to surround the warrior, lifting him above the ground. The voice of an old man echoes in his ear…

“What is your desire, victorious one?”

--felicia13, aka Felicite—

Almost too weak to say a word, the victor gasps out what he had wanted ever since the carnage began. Almost instantly, the mist engulfed the warrior in smoke, slowly consuming him in the thick haze until his entire body disappeared from the area, leaving the figure of an old man dressed in black robes who watched the gray sky.

--NekoYoukai09, aka NY09—

And this event would repeat again every few centuries. Known in many names, it became legendary for granting one single wish to the victorious warrior in a battle of bloodshed and death. Located in the island of Hell, a place where the worlds, and the fates of many, connect. Once again the portals shall open, and the battle shall begin anew…

--YJANZ- PROVIDENCE, aka Providence—

The souls of the fated gather once again, to rewrite their destiny in blood and mayhem…

--WyrdWolf, aka Lupine—

They gather in the island named Hell, where it would begin again…

--Ragnarok Element’s, aka Ragnarok—

The tournament calls to them, and they have come, ready for battle…

--by aka Meteor-Infinity; Wish: Welcome to the Battle City—

Prolouge-The Gathering

XxArianxX

Growling, Arian slid into the warden’s office. The warden had been at the top of Arian’s hate list since his first day in the isolated prison. Cruel and vicious, the warden hid behind a mask of pleasantry and politics. This double existence allowed the warden to make a good life at the prison, and that made Arian mad.

He shuffled through the piles of paper on the warden’s desk and, when he didn’t find anything, began rooting through the drawers. Smirking with the satisfaction of revenge, Arian examined an expensive-looking watch.

A thud and the sounds of hurried footsteps prompted him to move. Abandoning his search of the warden’s desk, Arian grabbed a small glass figurine. It was the only way on or off the island.

The portal activated just as the warden stepped through the door.

Blinking in the sudden light, Arian looked at his surroundings. He was in a small town, not unlike the village he had... Arian shook his head. Now was not the time to reminisce.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?”

Acting purely on instinct, Arian ran into the building he had landed next to. The building housed a bar, as it turned out. It was easy to lose oneself in a bar, so it should be cake to lose the person who had called to him. Guard... his mind supplied.

Scowling at himself, Arian approached the bar, intent on getting drunk and forgetting himself, if only for a few hours.

“Scotch,” he growled at the bar tender.

He had downed the glass, and the three that followed, before he was aware of anything besides his own misery. Slowly, pieces of conversation reached his ears. Arian was content to just let the voices wash over him in a dull murmur until he heard mention of a tournament.

“So, are you gonna enter?” one man asked his companion.

“I would... but the wife would kill me!” The two shared a laugh over the man’s obviously high-strung wife.

“Man... but wouldn’t it be great to get that one wish? I mean, anything you want. Imagine it.”

“I know what you mean. I’d wish that the wife weren’t so uptight. You’d never see me around that bar if she were more willing!” The first man sniggered at that comment.

“Yeah... but did you hear where they were holding it? In Hell. That island... it’s said that anyone who goes to Hell is never seen again.”

“Man, that’s just a wives’ tale! Everyone knows that Hell is just so barren that no one ever wants to go there because it’s useless.”

“Maybe you’re right... hey! The next round’s on me, bud!” A cheer went up around the table at the promise of free drinks.

Arian left the bar not long after, stumbling slightly from the alcohol, and thinking about the tournament in Hell. It seemed like a good tournament, one with quality fighters. Lots would be drawn to the grand prize, but only the best would make it to the end. Arian thought it would be an excellent way to take his mind off of his past. And he did love the thrill of the kill.

His mind made up, Arian headed to a local motel to rent a room for the night. In the morning, he would find a way to Hell to participate in the tournament.

Dawn found Arian fiddling with the watch that he had “borrowed” from the warden. He had figured out that by turning the small dial on the top of the watch and thinking of a weapon, the weapon would appear. By simply turning the dial back, the weapon would disappear.

An idea dawned on him as a pair of ninja stars popped into existence. If he could make weapons appear, could he magic himself to Hell? It was worth a shot, so he turned the dial back to its original position and thought of the tournament as he moved the dial forward once more. Arian squeezed his eyes shut as the dial clicked into the place.

When he opened them again, he was standing on the rocky shore of Hell.

XxKiki YoshidaxX

A young woman about the age of seventeen sat in a local tavern waiting for her second glass of rice wine. The girl was clad entirely in black save a semi-tight red tee. A pair of wakizashi blades was sheathed at her side. Her long jet-back hair was tied in a high ponytail. Where was that sake? She turned and saw the bartender flirting with a tiger demoness sitting a few seats down from her. What was it with these bartenders flirting with one attractive woman and leaving their customers waiting?

She began to formulate thoughts of strangling the bartender until a cat demon that worked at the tavern came up to her an asked, “Is there a problem miss?”

“No,” the teen lied while she thought, “but if that bartender doesn’t get his ass over here there’s gonna be a problem.”

Her thoughts of maiming the bartender were halted when she heard two men talking about rumors of a tournament.

“Have you ever heard of the tournament in Hell?” a cat demon around the age of thirty asked an older demon who was chugging down an alcoholic beverage.

The demon stopped in mid swallow when he heard what his younger companion had asked him. After finishing off the rest of the drink, he responded, “Yeah, but it’s only a legend. I heard the victor gets to wish for whatever he wants.”

“Anything he wants, huh?” the cat demon asked as he began to think of smutty topics. “I know what I’d wish for!”

“It’s not that easy though, all of the best fighters go there,” the elder demon warned his young friend, “but knowing you, you’d be the first to go!”

As the men began talking about other things, the teenage girl decided that it would be best not to listen any further. As she turned her attention to back to the bar, she came face to face with the flushed bartender. He held out a very large glass of sake.

“H-here’s your sake Kiki-sama,” the fearful bartender stuttered as he offered the teen the glass. As she was about to pay, he shouted, “It’s free!”

“Thank you,” Kiki thought as she brought the glass to her lips.

Kiki was so interested in her drink that she didn’t even notice a drunken old demon coming up behind her. She almost choked on her sake when his hand “accidentally” brushed her hip and went to her butt. A vein throbbed on her forehead before she whirled around and punched him in the jaw.

“Don’t you bastards touch me unless you wanna end up like that guy!” Kiki yelled at the bar filled mostly with men as she gestured to the old demon that lay on the ground.

As if deaf to her warning another hand grazed her butt. The vein that throbbed on her head got bigger before she whirled around to kick whatever demon touched her this time. Said demon flew into a table and was knocked unconscious.

Angrily, she turned her attention to the crowd and shouted, “Are you asses deaf or just dumb? Now I’m gonna take out each and every one of you!”

With that said, Kiki charged toward the crowd without even bothering to unsheathe her weapons. She scored a hit directly in the nose of one demon that was coming at her with a table leg, causing him to fall back. Before he collapsed, she quickly grabbed the wooden leg and swung it like a baseball bat, earning several cries of pain. One of the younger members of the crowd managed to hit Kiki in the shoulder, which earned him a particularly hard smack with the table leg.

Spots of blood began to stain the table leg although Kiki was only aiming to knock them unconscious. A cat demon on her right came at her with his claws unsheathed and made an attempt to slash at her. She ducked and the feline ended up scratching deep into another demon’s face. While down, she managed to trip a giant of a tiger demon and beat a few others over the head with the bloodied table leg.

“This is the fifth time this week,” Kiki groaned as she dropped the blood-covered weapon onto a demon’s head that groaned in response before stepping over the other demons that lay sprawled out on the floor. “I better get outta here before the cops arrive.”

XxX

Far away from the tavern, Kiki began to think about the tournament that she heard those cat demons talking about earlier. She knew she’d go as she felt she’d die of boredom if she stayed where she was now. It had to be interesting because all of the best would be there and she could use a good fight. Plus the thrill of the fight always helped her forget her troubles in the past, so why wouldn’t it now?

“This tournament sounds interesting. It’ll help get my mind off him,” Kiki thought as she reclined in the grass while watching the sky. “Now how do I get there?”

XxX

“Thanks for the ride Ren!” Kiki shouted as she rode on top of a huge nimbus cloud as it flew at top speed through the air.

“No problem!” The nimbus cloud spoke cheerfully as she slowed her speed so slightly that Kiki didn’t notice. Following the transformed shapeshifter asked her older companion in a frightened tone while trying not to stutter, “So why are you going to Hell?”

“To compete in a tournament… why do you ask?” The girl asked as she reclined back on the unbelievably soft surface.

“It’s said that whoever goes there is never seen again,” Ren said solemnly as she stopped her flight, hovering just a few meters over a deserted, rocky shore.

“There’s no need to worry about me, I’ll be back” Kiki reassured before she jumped off the cloud to the shore below.

“Goodbye Kiki,” Ren shouted before flying off.

XxDante ValentinexX

For once in his life after several decades, Don Salvatore was afraid. Afraid of pain, death, and what comes after it. Most of all, he was afraid of the young man who came in disguised as a guard, standing in front of him with a gun pointed on his head. In front of him, beyond the young man, the Don could see the bodies of the guard dead on the floor.

Don Salvatore’s eyes stare into those cold, almost empty eyes, whose irises are redder than blood. For one last time, he tries to reason, tries to escape the fate that had finally caught up to him.

“P-please Dante, have mercy on me!” he stuttered, trying to find that flicker of compassion in Dante’s eyes.

There was nothing, as the young man opened his mouth to speak, each word spoken showing the pair of razor sharp canines shining under the artificial light of the room.

“Is there a reason why I’ll do that? I’m here for revenge, plain and simple, but…” His words were cut off as a spray of bullets tore his body, coming from a group of guards behind him. Don Salvatore managed to jump to safety, hiding behind the desk beside him.

All the bullets fired were silver, tearing and burning through Dante’s skin, sending him falling to the floor all bloody. For a second, Salvatore felt relief, then a small boost in his confidence.

“That’s what you get, you piece of vampire trash! Who do you fucking think you are, trying to kill me?! Me, the most powerful man in America’s mafia!”

His gloating soon turned to horror as he watched Dante stood up after the onslaught of bullets, the holes in his body closing rapidly. The eyes glowed like a dark fire, while charging toward the guards, blades sprouting out from each finger in the right hand. He evaded the bullets effortlessly, killing two of the five guards with a slash as soon as he got into striking range.

He then retracted the claws, pummeling the head of another guard with a fist which drove the head to a wall. There was barely a reaction when a bullet from a magnum tore through his chest, countering with a fatal kick to the jaw. The last guard fared no better, neck snapping immediately when Dante held him in a choke hold.

Don Salvatore could no longer run, legs paralyzed with fear as Dante walked towards him. One hand grabbed him in the neck, while the right arm was raised in the air, ready to strike.

There was a thin, barely noticeable smile on Dante’s face. “I would have given you a quick, yet painful death for revenge, but I think I’ll do one thing first…”

He sank his fangs on the old Don’s neck, draining the blood from the body. Other than regaining strength, Vampires also gain fragments of memories when they consume blood which came directly from the body of a victim. Don Salvatore was no different, flashes of his past coming into Dante’s mind as he drank the blood.

But there was something different halfway through the process. Flashing in Dante’s mind, images of a distant battlefield, bloodshed and violence beyond words, and a hand raised in victory; definitely not the memories of a now dead mafia lord.

A thin, but now noticeable smile appeared on Dante’s face. “Interesting… one single wish huh?” he walked out of the room, his body slowly dissipating into mist.

…..--…..

Dante’s house was nearly destroyed already, through years and past battles. But one thing remained hidden, one thing kept safe and untouched. He passed by three old graves in the backyard first, which was kept neat and clean compared to the house.

He entered the basement through a hidden compartment in the back. Inside was a set of books, nearly gone through aging and dust. His last items from his mortal past, he thought to himself as he flipped through a large book, its pages nearly faded away.

Finding the page he wanted, he began to read from the book, in a language foreign to any country in the world. The sound of his voice intensified with each verse spoken, a blood red aura surrounding him. The room fell immediately silent, his voice fading away, as a swam of blood red butterflies came from below him, surrounding Dante and engulfing him into the darkness. After a few seconds of nothingness, he soon found a light in a faraway distance, his body slowly floating towards it.

“It’s time… time to end everything…”

XxSaya GetenaxX

Saya had received the notice a little over a week prior to this, and she still couldn’t believe it was true.

She was dressed in her black battle ensemble; gripping, black pants, a black, long sleeved shirt that was connected to them via a leather string. Her twin daggers were strapped to the small of her back, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice, and her long, black hair was tied behind her, several strands falling around her face.

She stood outside of the door to the Dungeon of Hakuba, where she resided. Held open by two hands was a scroll, which she was reading over once again.

Saya Getena, guardian of the Eternal Flame,

Let me be the first to say, congratulations! You have been chosen to be a participant in the most definitive tournament of this millennium: the Tournament of Battle City.

This tournament will host combatants from the world over. Dozens of very skilled warriors will be competing for a prize that can be matched by no man:

A single wish, to be granted at the winner’s request.

I hope to see you there. If you do decide to participate, simply hold this scroll in one hand and say, ‘Take me to the continent.’

One last thing: do not tell anyone about this. As soon as you speak of this to another person, the scroll will disappear, and you will no longer be permitted to attend. You may bring no one with you.

The tournament begins in four days. Godspeed.

There was no signature.

She glanced back at the entrance, her short speech to her companions playing back in her mind.

“I have some business to attend to, friends.”

“What is it, Saya?”

“That, I cannot say…nor can I say that I will return.”

She closed her eyes. That was hardly an explanation, but it was better than leaving silently and abruptly. It had been two days since then. She was leaving without their knowledge, tonight; a note stating her absence was tacked onto the wall of her quarters.

Perhaps it was stupid to play the skeptic after all she had been through. That was the thought that had truly steeled her to go to the tournament. Now she stood outside, breathing the cool night air and letting the chirrups of a million insects drift over her. Infinite amounts of stars twinkled through the foliage.

It was time to go.

Saya rolled the scroll back into its cylindrical shape slowly. “Goodbye, my friends,” she whispered. She held the scroll up by her right hand, letting the brass knobs shine in the moonlight as a single beam of it illuminated her. Her lips parted.

“Take me to the continent.”

XxSeth RocknasxX

I wake up; the sunlight pierced my room as a needle through a piece of cloth, giving it some light and irritation to my eyes. I yawned and stretched my arms; my grey eyes drooped as I dragged my feet on the sleek wooden floor, I walk out of my room and into a white hallway with polished wooden floors like my room’s, I head to a door to my right and walk into my bathroom. I wash my face and my fatigue was washed away, after that I wash my silver hair that matched my grey eyes.

“Well I guess my day starts now.” I yawn while stretching some more.

I head back to my room and change out of my current clothes and into a black t-shirt with white sleeves and baggy jeans. I walk down my stairs brushing my teeth, letters piled in front of my doorway and trash littered the floor, trash was so piled up I could barely see the table.

“I really need to clean this.” I grunt through my toothbrush.

I head back upstairs and spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and put up my toothbrush, I head back downstairs and head to the pile of letters; I grab it and struggle to get up.

“Where did all these letters come from?” I question moving the pile over near the table, before I put it down a letter slipped out and landed on the couch in front of the table. I place the pile on the ground and pick it.

“What’s this?”

Battle City, a place where wishes are granted, where dreams come true, where your wildest fantasies became reality, you have been chosen to participate in a tournament, a tournament with the ultimate prize, a wish, a wish for anything, whatever you want, whenever you want it, will you come? Or will you pass up this opportunity? The choice is yours, wish or no wish? Just say your wish and the choice will be set.

“A wish huh?” I wonder looking up at the ceiling.

I lean back on the couch.

“I really don’t have much to wish for…

I think for a moment.

… well sometimes I do wish I had a family or someone to talk to.”

The final line of the letter passed my mind:

… Just say your wish and the choice will be set.

“Oh shit.”

A flash of light erupted from the letter and blinded me, the light cleared and a unfamiliar territory filled my sight.

“Where the hell am I?” I question looking around.

My sword came with me; it was attached to my waist already.

“How’d that get there?”

I get up and notice a sign, it read:

Welcome to Battle City.

XxZora InkxX

Crouched in shadow, the figure of a girl thought about the information she had gained. When she had forcibly removed information from the minds of the members of the Court, she had learned of a tournament, one that was open only to the best. She had considered

entering, but she was unsure.

Although, it would be a way for her to... she closed her eyes, silent tears leaking down onto her cheeks. If she won, she would be awarded one wish, one chance to have anything. She so wanted to become one of the game’s champions, but she was not sure if she could control the Night long enough to keep herself sane.

Blinking back the tears, the girl stood and moved purposefully toward the distant figure of a cottage. Letting herself in, she gathered her few belongings and stepped out behind the cottage.

Clutching a yellowed and torn parchment, she said, “I accept what has been proposed. Bring me to Wayside!”

With a whoosh of displaced air, she was magically transported to a larger cottage. A man looked up from his gardening in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I need to enter a tournament. You can make me a portal to the island of Hell, right?”

Surprise brightened the man’s eyes. “Hell? Why would you want to go there?”

“After... I got the information from the Court. And I think it is the way I can finally set things right. Will you help me, please?” she pleaded.

Sighing, the man nodded and gestured the girl into his home. He left her in the kitchen while he went to gather the materials he would need.

“You do not know how much I appreciate this, Emery. Really, you are saving my life,” she said as the man, Emery, walked back into the room.

He waved off the thanks and set to work preparing the portal.

&

“Here,” Emery said, voice rough from lack of sleep.

Smiling, the girl took the white rose and whispered, “Thank you... for everything, Emery.”

She walked out into the vast garden and softy said, “From Heaven to Hell!”

Emery stood framed by the door and called after her, “Farewell, Zora...”

&

The girl appeared on the rocky coast of Hell. She made her way to a small house and knocked quietly. The door creaked open and she walked in, finding in the room an assortment of other fighters, including a girl who was glowing with powerful magic and a man with a vampiric aura.

Zora Ink had arrived in Hell.

--Wish: Prologue end—

Note: Writers of Prologue are as follows: aka Felicite(felicia13), aka Lupine(WyrdWolf), aka NK09(NekoYoukai09), aka Ragnarok(Ragnarok Element’s), and aka Providence(YJANZ- PROVIDENCE)

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