Fist of the Double Dragon

Summary: All Shinta wanted to do was compete in the DOA tornament, and now that he's been invited in, he's ready to prove his strength to the world.

Anyone surprised with this, this is my third fic that's not part of kung fu panda, and it's a crossover with dead or alive and Ikki tousen, pretty cool huh? Warning: this fic includes action, comedy, hot chicks, hot chicks with awesome boobage, 4th wall breaking, and a perverted uncle... not kidding. I only own Shinta, his family, and Hachiko.

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

Chapter 1: American girls are huge!

Okinawa, Japan. A peaceful city that's part of the Ryukyu Islands, people lived normal lives, but like many others, people want more in life; they have dreams, dreams of doing something they always wanted to do since they were born. Some people have been able to live their dreams, while others have lived their lives without even trying. Dreams are made to come true, that's what a young 16 year old boy thinks. "Hey Shinta, come over here!"

"Coming Dad!" He called

(Shinta's POV)

My name's Shinta Himura, and for those who might ask, I'm in no relation to Kenshin Himura, the creators of that anime just happen to give him my family name, but that's not the point; I turned sixteen about a month ago, I have blond hair that have a couple of bangs that cover my eyes, but I don't mind them. I have jade green eyes that I got from my mom, and that also goes for my blond hair by the way, the only thing I got from my dad was my face. "Shinta, I need you to grab some boxes of ramen from the back, put them on the shelves."

"On it." Shinta answered

My dad owns this small store, and since they're not many stores where we live, people always come to it, so we get by when it comes to money. I work there too, I bet you're thinking that it's sad that I'm working in my family's store, but I don't mind it; I'm actually in summer vacation now, and I just got out of school a while ago. I get to have a couple of days off, I rarely use them though, since it's just me and my Dad who work, I feel like it'd be bad of me to just leave him by himself. "Okay dad, I'm done."

"Thanks Shinta, why don't you go practice, I can can take care of everything here." His father replied

"You sure?"

"Yeah, not many customers today, so go ahead."

"Okay, thanks Dad."

I guess you're wondering what my Dad meant by 'practice', I guess I should explain that. You see, everyday after work, I go into the woods and practice my fighting skills. I fight using kung fu I saw on TV when I was younger, I was pretty much an amateur back then, but after years of practice, and reading some books on kung fu itself, I've gotten pretty good. I can't do high jumps like ninjas or in movies, but I can do lots of flips when I want to, giving me an extra chance to attack when I dodge an opponent. "Alright, let's get started."

(End POV)

Shinta was strong fighter, though his appearance didn't really show it, his body showed a little muscle, but Shinta knew he was stonger than most people he knew; everyday, Shinta would train until six o'clock, doing push ups, sit ups, squats, and stretches. Along with that, Shinta focused on perfecting new techniques. "Alright, let's see if I can do the eagle claw today."

(Shinta's POV again)

I've only told my parents about my dream, but I guess I can tell it to you guys; when I was younger, I was always into kung fu movies, there was always this warrior who wanted to prove how strong he was to others, he would fight for what he believed in, and that would give him more strength. I was inspired by that, it made me train myself to fight, but that was just part of what made me want to become stronger, what really inspired me, was the dead or alive tournament. I think I was ten when I first saw it, the first tournament was amazing, and the champion was a female ninja named Kasumi. I was hooked on it, I watched every tournament since then, all the way to the fourth one, and since the first one, I made a promise to myself, that I would become strong and one day enter the next DOA tournament... that's my dream. "Okay, I guess I should get home now."

(3rd person POV)

The sun was starting to set, Shinta knew he had to hurry home before it got dark, so he ran the rest of the way there. His house was only a few miles away from the woods, and when he got home, he saw his parents in a thinking position. His mother was the first to see him come in, and gave him a loving hug. "Shinta, are you okay, did you break anything?"

"No Mom, I didn't do anything that drastic, so no broken bones today," Shinta assured, his mother always worried about him, but he knew she meant well. "Is something wrong, you guys look pretty tense."

"It's not that we're tense, it's just... a man came here a while ago," His father replied. "He asked about you, but I had no idea who he was. When I told him that you weren't here, he gave me this letter and told me to give it to you."

Shinta's father handed him the letter and slowly began to open it, but as he read the letter, his eyes widened in surprise; his parents could see how he reacted, a smile beginning to form ever so slowly. "Shinta what's wrong, what does it say?"

"Shinta Himura, you are invited to compete in the 5th annual dead or alive tournament," Shinta read aloud. "There will be a boat heading to Okinawa tomorrow morning, if you decide to compete, it will take you to Tokyo."

"I can't believe it, my son competing in a fighting tournament." His father said.

"But... I remember how some of those fighters die in their fights," His mother asked. "Is it such a good idea?"

"Well Shinta, what do you want to do?"

Shinta was silent, he stared at the invitation with eyes that could pierce through the heart, his hand trembling with what could be either fear or eagerness. "Um... I think I'm gonna go in my room and think about it."

That was all Shinta said, then he went upstairs to his room. "Weird, I thought he would be happy about this."

"Tetsuya, do you think that he's having doubts," His wife asked. "I still have regrets about this, but I think it'd be nice for Shinta to go."

"I don't know Rena, but I think he needs time to figure it out." Tetsuya answered

Shinta laid down on his bed, he stared at the ceiling in thought, wondering what he should do. 'What should I do, I want to go, but...!'

A small howl woke Shinta from his thoughts, only to see a chubby tanuki laying on his stomach. "Hachiko, where have you been you silly tanuki."

Hachiko replied with a small whine. "Guess what, I got entered in the DOA tournament," Hachiko gave a cheery yip. "Yeah, but I'm kind of scared. I mean the fighters in there are seriously tough, from wrestlers, to martial artists, to assassins, to even freaking ninjas!" A growl was the only reply Shinta got. "What do you mean I'm overeacting?" Hachiko gave him another howl. "I guess you're right, do you think I'm strong enough to fight them?" Shinta laughed as he felt his pet tanuki lick his face. "Thanks Hachiko, you're loyal as always."

"Did you make a decision?" Tatsuya asked, appearing at Shinta's bedroom door.

"Dad, how long were you there?" Shinta replied

"About the time you started talking to Hachiko," He chuckled. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm kind of nervous, but that's part of the fun right," Shinta said, smiling. "I'm gonna compete in the tournament, and I'm gonna show all of them my strength."

"That's my boy, show them what you got."

"Dad, don't try to act cool."

"Fine, since you're going to Tokyo, you'll be staying with your Uncle Bunji." Tatsuya explained.

"Uncle Bunji, how come you never told me about him?" Shinta asked, but the fact that his father shuddered at the name gave him a pretty good answer.

"My brother is... kind of complicated." Tatsuya sighed, he did not want to remember his childhood.

"Come on, how complicated could he be?"

"He's a pervert, a drunkard, and the ultimate couch potato," Tatsuya answered. "Though I wish they were gone, I still have the childhood memories of what he called 'brotherly love'."

'I'm sorry I asked.' Shinta thought. "Aren't there any other relatives in Tokyo?"

"Nope."

"So you're gonna leave me in the hands of your perveted drunkard of a brother!"

"Yep." Tatsuya said bluntly.

That answer made Shinta facefault on his bed. 'That's Dad for ya, good guy, but still pretty brutal.'

"If you're gonna go, you should pack and get to sleep early." Tatsuya said.

"Right, I'll get on that." Shinta sighed, but he was still happy.

(Okinawa Pier)

The next morning came, after Shinta and his parents made it to the pier, they started to look for the boat heading for Tokyo. "Hey, did the letter tell what the boat would look like?"

"I think the very big expensive cruise boat would be the one we're looking for." Shinta said, pointing at the boat in front of them. There he saw a man in black waiting.

"Are you Shinta Himura?" He asked

"Um, yes I am." Shinta answered

"Do you have the invitation," Shinta showed the letter he was given, only for the man to snatch it from his hands. "Please enter the boat, we'll be leaving shorlty."

Shinta nodded and turned to his parents. "Well guys, this is it. Uh... be sure to cheer for me on TV."

"Don't worry, we will." Tatsuya replied

"Are you sure you have everything in your bag, your toothbrush, deodorant, under-"

"Yes I have everything, you don't have to embarrass me Mom," Rena was always a worrywort, but Shinta knew his mom cared. "But thanks for worrying, I'll see you guys when I come back."

Before he left, Shinta hugged his parents and said goodbye. And as the boat began to leave, he could see his father trying to catch up to him. "Shinta, if Bunji tries to do something, just give him a good hit and that'll make him leave you alone for a few minutes."

"Okay, thanks dad!" He called back.

He kept waving goodbye until he couldn't see his parents anymore, it felt amazing. This was the first time Shinta ever went somewhere without his parents, it was a whole new world for him, even though he'd still be in Japan. 'I can't believe this is happening to me, but now I'm wondering how I was chosen anyway.'

"Hey there, are you new?"

A voice came from behind, but Shinta was pretty surprised at who it was, it was a foreigner; a woman with short blond hair like him wearing blue jeans, but what got his attention was how all she wore on top half of her body was a bra with the american flag, and he chest kept bouncing up and down. 'An american foreigner, and her breast are huge!"

"You okay, your face is turning red." The woman said

'She's talking to me, crap, say something in english." Shinta thought. "I'm fine, thank you!"

"That's good to know, my name's Tina." She replied

"Nice to meet you, my name's Shinta Himura, I nev-wait..." After looking at her more thoroughly, Shinta knew exactly who Tina was. "No way, you're Tina Armstro-!"

Before he could finish, Tina grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth to stop him. "Shh, keep it down will ya?"

Shinta nodded and she finally let him go. "Tina Armstrong in person, you're like the ultimate celebrety."

"So you heard of me." Tina chuckled.

"Yeah, I saw you in the first DOA tournament," That's when Shinta remembered something. "By the way, I remember you had brown hair in the first tournament, why'd you change it?"

"Oh that, I died my hair when I first started, blonds my natura-oh crap."

"What's wrong, you see something?" Shinta turned around, but Tina grabbed him and turned him back to her.

"Don't look, my dad's right behind you." Tina said.

"Your dad..." It took a few minutes for Shinta to remember. "Oh, you mean Bass Arm-!"

Tina cut him off by holding her hand to his face again. "Can't you talk quietly for once?"

"Sorry, why are you hiding from your dad?" Shinta asked

"He acts like I'm a little kid, every tournament he tries to stop me and make me go back to wrestling," She explained. "But I have other plans for a career, and until he figures it out, I'm gonna keep fighting him and win."

"That's so cool, keep on fighting Tina, and I'll keep fighting too." Shinta complimented

"So you're competing this year, aren't you a little young?" Tina asked

"Nice try, but I know that Eliot was my age when he first joined, so I'm set."

"That so, well you better get ready for when I beat you," She said smiling, that's when Tina saw her father coming towards her. "Well I better go before my dad sees me."

"Okay, see ya."

Right after Tina left, Shinta turned to see Bass walking straight towards him. Just like his daughter, Bass had blond hair with an american flag around his head like a bandana, but he was much taller than her, at least 196 cm; he wore a bikers leather jacket with matching leather pants, just staring at him from up close made Shinta intimidated. 'He's huge, no wonder Tina didn't want me to see him. If he still thinks of her as a little girl, I hate to see what he does to guys who try to hit on her.'

"Hey kid, did you see my daughter anywhere?" Bass asked

'Oh thank god, he didn't see me with her.' Shinta sighed "Um, you're Bass Armstrong right, so you're looking for Tina?"

"Yeah, I saw her come this way, you seen her or not?" Bass was impatient.

"She was here, I thought she was looking at me, but it turns out she was looking at this other guy." I lied

"What, where'd she go!" He demanded

"I-I think she went back the way you came from."

"Tina!" Bass was furious, he stormed off to find her, leaving Shinta baffled.

"Americans are huge, in both height and chest size." He said aloud. 'I can't believe I met the Armstrongs, and I can't believe I survived a meeting with Bass.'

That thought made him remember all the challenges he would face in the tournament, but the fear he once had was changed into excitement. 'This is gonna be fun, no doubt about it.'

(Tokyo, DOATec safe house)

"Mr. Donovan, the invitations have been sent." Said one of his men.

"Good, what about the invitations I specifically told to be sent," Donovan replied. "Where they given to the two fighters?"

"Yes sir, Hakufu Sonsaku, and Ryomou Shimei both got invitations."

Donovan chuckled at the answer. "Good, then the plan is finally set in motion."

To be continued

How's this, I hope this story turns out alright. Chapter 2 coming soon. I saw this from another crossover fic, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Shinta Himura

Starting match phrases:

"Alright, I'm ready for this"

"I'll prove my strength."

"I won't back down now."

Victory phrases:

"I won, kickass!"

"Thanks for the fight."

"I hope my parents saw me win."