The place was simply teeming with powerful creatures, some human and some more in line with his own species, and all with a definite blood-lust exuding from them. It made him smile. The great nine-tailed demon Kyuubi stalked the long hallways past human stores filled with strange indulgent devices no one could possibly need and other competitors who sized him up curiously, uncertain about the contained power underneath his skin—which was not his norm. Usually, he was the shape of a nine-tailed fox almost the height of building he was in, but in order to come here and shed some blood he had reshaped himself into a human body with fiery hair and amber eyes. He approached the other demon nearby, a lower-level creature of an edible sort whom stood greeting people and answering questions politely. Kyuubi drew near and Death by chocolate turned with a smile to greet him.

"What can I do for you?"

"Sign me up." Kyuubi replied with a smirk.

"Very well sir, here is your contract."

Kyuubi took it and began looking it over, he scanned most of the content, not really caring about the little things so long as—

"What the fuck is this?" He growled jamming a finger at a section in the contract.

"Ah, yes, the no-killing rule. Since this isn't an instant elimination tournament that would be most unfortunate."

Kyuubi stared at him for a long time, eyes narrow and exuding pure hatred. Though the chocolate at the tip of his nose began to melt under the heat of the glare, Death by Chocolate remained calm and composed with a half-smile on his face.

"Will you be joining or not sir?"


Kyuubi scribbled his name and thrust the contract back at him and then stalked away to explore his surroundings, grumbling all the while. He was just about to check out a store which claimed to market to demons when he heard a low, chuckling voice at his shoulder.

"Kyuubi-dono, frustrated about the rules? Never one to follow them were you?"

Kyuubi turned around slowly to glower at Orochimaru, a man whom held what respect a human could gain from the demon, and he raised his eyebrows.

"And?" He said. "I know you have more to say."

Orochimaru chuckled. "I'd like to kill as well…I have a proposition."

Kyuubi made no reaction or response; Orochimaru would keep talking, he need not let the snake-man know his thoughts.

"I would like to make a bet. I was thinking, one of us is bound to break down and kill someone eventually. I'm willing to bet it'll be you."

Kyuubi smirked, and considered for a moment. Orochimaru probably had a trick up his sleeve, but then, did that really matter? He didn't think so; after all, whatever the ninja might try he was confident he could defend himself well enough. He looked up to agree, but Orochimaru had wandered off with a mischievous expression.

Kyuubi followed with a sigh; he feared this tournament would cause much more trouble than it was worth.