AN: Have you yaoi-fan girls and fan boys ever wondered why there isn´t any Extreme-volleyboll game involving the male characters? Ever wished for one? Well... I have and since I´m pretty sure Itagiki won´t ever make one I´m gonna provide this. It isn´t a game but I´m gonna try as hard as I can to give you some nice images XD!
A brilliant idea!
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bass asked his daughter.
"Hell, dad!" Tina grinned looking at the large prow-wrestler "if a UFO like Zack can pull it of, why shouldn´t I?"
Yeah, Bass thought to himself, Why shouldn´t one UFO be able to pull it of when another does with splendid colors?
"Think about it" Tinas closed her eyes with a dreamlike expression in her face " a whole Island filled with hot guys in shorts and since there are no girls..."
"Stop it!" Bass shrieked out in horror.
If there was one image Bass did not one in his head it was a island filled with guys in shorts that… no he didn´t want the see the rest of it.
"You know what happened at Zacks island, right?" Tina kept on ignoring her fathers pale face "girls aren´t exactly well… yearning if you know what I mean" she had a naughty expression in her blue eyes "but with twenty four days with none of the opposite sex present most of us…".
"Tina stop it!" Bass called out as a even more horrifying image appeared in his already damaged mind.
"Well… people like Christie and Kasumi, of course!" Tina kept on "wouldn´t have needed that to begin with" she raised a eyebrow "but to make girls like Kokoro… just imagine what such a thing would do to the guys!" she grinned.
"I don´t want to!" Bass exclaimed, "and what´s wrong with getting a boyfriend?"
Tina shook her head.
"You´re missing the whole point dad!"
"That is a completely perverted and meaningless one!" Bass muttered "but since I know you´ll follow threw with everything regardless of what I think I won´t waste no more time in trying to change your opinion".
Tina smiled broadly at her father.
"Wise decision dad" her blue eyes looked adoringly into his.
"Alright!" Bass gave a resigned sigh "bring as many guys in shorts as you want, just don´t let me witness the "fun-stuff", okey?"
"That´s cool Dad!" Tina said giving her father a hug "I´ll go send the invites now".
Bass hugged her back sighing as she practically danced into the kitchen.
Bass was still more then skeptical to this whole idea but to see his little girl smile like that he´d agree to any of her strange suggestions. And as said before convincing her otherwise would have been a fruitless attempt.
_._
Two days later Jann Lee took aim at the sack in his small apartment, his feet hitting it with devastating power. He was getting better and better each day, and the next tournament, the next tournament…
He had participated in every "Dead or alive tournament" from the first to the fourth spectacular one where DOATEC was burnt to the ground. And despite that ending he just knew that there was more to come. The restless dragon in him sensed so.
As he ran towards the sack a second in the middle of the air, lifting his knee and…
Flap!
With his hyper-trained senses the kung fu-fighter reacted to the noise immediately landing on the ground. Post!
Jann Lee ran towards the door. Could it be… could it be..?
_._
Elliot sighed. He was bored. Yes, he had plenty of things to do like… taking care of the dishes, cleaning the floor…
But no! No, no! It was a Saturday and the last thing he wanted to do in the weekends was spending time doing "chores" but still, what was there to do otherwise?
I really wish I had more friends my age! Elliot sighed. No friends his age were interested in spending hours practicing one single martial-arts move and no friends his age were interested in sitting down discussing ancient philosophy over a cup of tea and above all no friends his age had seen a evil cooperation burnt to the ground.
I wished I´d exchanged numbers with the other contestants Elliot sighed.
He remembered the energetic black man who seemed to wear a big smile on his face no matter what situation, the friendly white haired man who´d calmed him down when Elliot´d been so scared of disappointing his master Gen fu that non of the other contestants (not even the two assassins) had seemed terrifying in comparison.
Would he ever get to see these people again? Was it even gonna be a next tournament?
_._
Hayates eyes widened as he read the message. He couldn´t believe it! First off! How had they once again managed in getting into the Mugen tenshin without catching the eyes of the guards, and second… was it even supposed to be a fifth tournament? Hadn´t that damn cooperation been destroyed the last time?
"Hayate-chan".
Hayate turned around facing the red head. His dear sister Kasumi who´d finally decided to come back home to the village. Hayate couldn´t help smiling despite his irritation when looking into her huge, brown eyes. He was so glad to have her here again.
"You look troubled" the young girl frowned.
"I think I´ve received a new invite".
"What invite?"
Hayate showed her the note.
"Did you get one?" he asked.
"No" Kasumi shook her head "not Ayane-chan either!"
Hayate frowned. This indeed was suspicious. How could he be the only one to..? There was only one thing left to do and that was contacting Ryu. This could be a trap. And the poor ninja had no idea how right he was.
_._
A coffin filled with gold and jewelry, a lake filled with alligators to pass by to reach it. If Zack ran fast enough he might be able to…
If he jumped on top of one of them and jumped from back to back he could manage in pulling this threw, he´d been able to climb the Tri-tower, hadn´t he?
If he got that coffin he could bye a house in Italy and China as well and maybe the new sports-car he´d seen in the commercial a few days ago. Zack made his decision and leaped threw the air.
It was surprisingly easy to land on the huge animal and even easier to land on the next one. Strange as it seemed they didn´t seem to mind so Zack allowed himself to take it slower looking around a bit as he spotted the next alligator.
For a suburb this was rather strange he would have thought normally (yeah! Even Zack could find things strange) but as he jumped towards the next animal he didn´t think about the fact there were skyscrapers practically all around the lake and that there were limousines driving all around the area. He had to get that treasure and he was getting it now!
One last alligator left and Zack was finally standing on the other side of the lake looking at the coffin. He was just about to lift it up when…
Zacks eyes popped open immediately as he heard the post dropping in threw the door. He sighed.
Yes! Dreams were way to sweet! Only wearing his boxers he went to the door picking up the letter. But as he opened the envelope taking out the letter his eyes widened. He read it threw one more time before making a huge leap.
"I´m psychic, I´m psychic!" he yelled "fame and fortune, here I come!"
_._
"But isn´t this bloody tournament supposed to be over?" Leon muttered as he looked at the paper in his hand "and why the hell are they sending it to me? They know I´ve stopped competing a long time ago?"
He sighed. These idiots never seemed to get anything right!
"I´m simply not showing up!" he said to himself crossing his arms over his chest.
_._
Bayman looked around not being able to help throwing a glance on the clock now and then. He knew it was not going to make the time pass faster but it was as if though he thought that if he starred at it long enough the hand would move from nine to twelve.
Yes! One quarter left of this damn thing called work where he had to keep himself either from falling asleep standing or strangling the person on the other side of the disk.
"More ketchup!" the young boy said pouting, reaching the paper plate with chips back to Bayman.
Bayman hated his work! Seriously! His life being threatened a million times over and having to deal with psychopaths like Donovan was nothing comparing to dealing with a bunch of spoilt kids and their even more spoilt parents from nine o´clock in the morning to six o´clock in the evening.
To be honest he hadn´t even wanted to see Donovan dead as much as he wanted to kill some of the people buying fast-food here. He looked into the boys pig-like blue eyes.
You certainly shouldn´t have anymore ketchup he thought when looking at that balloon-like face and the huge, red pimples decorating it. How did people in the US feed their kids?
After thinking about it for a while Bayman smiled at the boy taking the plate in his hand going to the ketchup machine.
As he squeezed the bottle he let the ketchup pour right out in a violent stream, making the chips almost invisible.
"Here" he said, still smiling.
The boy who´d had a sneer on his lips the whole time was now looking at Bayman with wide eyes (or well as wide as those eyes could really get) and his mouth making his face twice as long.
"Have a nice day" Bayman said as he opened the door behind him.
He closed the door in time to avoid hearing the boys furious screams.
"You can´t do that! Are you freaking retarded?"
_._
Brad opened another one of the bottles. He´d have to go out for more later on.
It seemed the last months since the end of the tournament he´d drunken even more then he´d drunken before, and drinking more then before the tournament…
He sighed. Working at the bar now and then gave him money enough to bye those precious bottles as well as most other things he needed. That including, the small but still bearable apartment in witch he lived as well as the impish, metal-monster standing on the table.
Although his eye-lids were about to fall down he forced himself sitting down on the chair turning the computer on.
As usual it took a long time for a program to start since the models he could afford weren´t the most "evolved" ones.
He´d only have to check the mail and then…bedtime. Finally! Brad sighed as he managed in starting "fire-fox" after what seemed like a eternity.
Truth to say he couldn´t have cared less about that thing called email but for the sake of his boos… or well work he had to stay updated.
The moment he opened the email Brads jaw dropped…
"What the…?" Brad didn´t manage in finishing the sentence.
_._
"Can you believe these people, Ryu?" Hayate exclaimed looking at his best friend.
Ryu only looked back at him with the same peaceful and somewhat un-figurable look as usual.
"Seriously!" Hayate kept on, "after everything we´ve done to them, how do they manage in not dying?"
"Seriously, Hayate", Ryu said softly, "are you really surprised to see them managing in NOT dying? You should be surprised they took so long in sending us the invites instead".
"Aren´t you surprised Ayane and Kasumi didn´t receive any?"
"With these people..?" Ryu chuckled, "nothing really surprises me".
"Aren´t you afraid it´s going to be a set-up?" Hayates pitch was twice as high as usual.
"Isn´t the DOA-tournament, always a set-up?" Ryu gave half a smile.
It went quiet for a while.
"So do we participate this time or not?" Hayate asked.
"Hm," Ryu said, a thoughtful expression in his green eyes.
_._
As Leon laid down in his bed closing his eyes, he´d made his decision. He was done with Tengus, done with Genra, done with stalker Russian assassins.
"I swear!" he muttered, "if Bayman is going to pull that bloody "Leon you´re finished again" I´m gonna make sure he never enters a tournament again".
Listen to me, he thought, I´m acting as if though I´m actually gonna participate this year. I wonder if Zack´s participating?
Leon couldn´t help grinning as he thought of the black mans first line as they first met at the second tournament.
"So we meet again", Leon had said.
"Have I seen you before?" Zack´d answered.
"I think so…"
"You were a damn ugly one, anyway!"
Leon laughed when remembering. Zack had to be the only one saying such a thing without pissing anyone of. No matter how cocky, obnoctious and sometimes extremely provoking the black mans comments were the only thing they seemed to do was making people smile. Especially Leon…
Leon turned around, falling asleep with yet another smile on his lips.
_._
When Bayman entered his apartment he was about to fall asleep standing. Seriously! The one saying working at a fast-food place was easier then being a assassin had to be seriously misinformed or lack a huge amount of brain-cells.
He sighed as he bent down picking up the envelope on the floor. Bayman usually didn´t get that much post and once he did it was usually commercial of some sort.
"So what will it be today", he muttered, "SALE on Matrix-technology, Adesso-pizzas special menus, Ten ways to annoy Bayman"?
And what Bayman read when opening the envelope certainly toped the list of the last example.
_._
"Yes!" Elliot smiled as he read the letter once again. What he´d been hoping for and dreaming of for almost a year had come true. It was hear to read, right before his eyes.
And he was attending, damn right he was! He was just going to pack his bag first!
AN: So what do you think? Want another chapter? Well... review!
Promise you plenty of yaoi-hotness to come if you do. And this is M-rated so you know what to excpect from M-rated fics, huh? Well... review if you want some...
See ya, in the next chap! XD!