Separating Love from Destiny
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them and you know who does. So just drop it.
Author's Note: Just so you all know, this is my first fic. And I mean ever! I never show anyone anything I write so just be kind ^-^! NE Ways, this is a Lei-Fang and Hayate centered fic because they are my two fav characters, so if you don't like them together then just don't read this rather than getting angry with me. Read stories with the pairings that you do like, K? Also, I hate Kasumi with a passion so don't expect her to be making any appearances any time soon.
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Chapter 1
It was late, close to midnight. The streets were completely deserted, although not much could be seen through the thick fog anyway. Not even the soft glow of a streetlamp for light. It wasn't the best area in the city as it was overflowing with dealing and prostitution. And this small building was no exception.
It really should have been condemned. The windows were boarded up, the bricks were badly chipped and weather-beaten, and the roof looked ready to cave in at any second. However, all of this was simply a clever cover-up. The men inside were never bothered during their meetings. There were three of them at the present moment, two sitting down and one pacing restlessly.
"Damien, relax man, you're making me nervous," one of them called to his pacing companion. The one called Damien glared at him, then muttered under his breath before sitting.
"She's late, and no one keeps me waiting," he growled. At first glance, anyone could tell that Damien was no good. He had long, black hair pulled back into a greasy ponytail and cold brown eyes. He stood at 6', if not more, and always seemed to have a menacing expression on his face.
"I'm sure she's on her way," one of the men reassured him. He had short, spiky blond hair (obviously bleached) and dull green eyes. He wasn't as tall as Damien, but came close. He rubbed the stubble on his chin nervously as Damien gave him a chilling stare.
"Yeah, Scott's right," the third man said quietly, not really wanting to face Damien's wrath. This third man, the shortest of the three, had shoulder-length auburn hair and deep blue eyes.
"Brad, just shut the hell up," said Damien, resuming his pacing. The other two men just sat in silence. Finally, the squealing of tires could be heard outside. A car door slammed, and the sound of heels was approaching the door.
After a faint knock and the exchange of passwords, Damien opened the door to reveal a beautiful, but cold-looking woman. She had short, white hair that stuck out to the sides at the bottom and ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a long, blue coat, which had a high collar to hide the bottom of her face.
"Christie, you're late," Damien said, motioning for her to sit down.
"I had a prior.engagement. I didn't think you'd mind, considering I agreed to do this even though you haven't told me the assignment yet," she replied, smiling coldly as she sat down on one of the old chairs.
"We heard that you don't care what the assignment is, as long as you get paid," Scott blurted out before thinking. His heart jumped into his throat as Christie looked over at him. Her eyes lingered for a moment before she smiled again.
"Yes, that's true."
"Well, let's get on with it. For this assignment you won't be assassinating anyone. This is just a routine 'kidnap the rich guy's daughter and hold her for ransom'." Damien said, pulling out a folder. Christie rolled her eyes.
"How original," she said, faking a yawn. "Oh well, a job's a job. Who is our target?" Damien pretended to ignore her sarcasm as he opened the folder and pulled out a picture of a young, Chinese woman. She had deep brown eyes and brown hair pulled up into ringed braids on the sides of her head. Christie took the photo, taking in every detail.
"About a year ago, after the third Dead or Alive tournament, this girl's mother, Li Na Sun, married the Chinese billionaire Zhou Xuan Sun. Even though he is only her stepfather, Zhou Xuan cares very much for the girl, like his own," Damien began.
"Her name is Lei Fang, is it not?" Christie interrupted. Scott and Brad exchanged nervous glances. Damien glared.
"Yes, it is," he grumbled.
"I remember reading about the wedding in the paper. They call her the young genius of Tai Chi Quan. A lot of people were amazed that she didn't win the tournament."
"That's not important. The point is, we need you to kidnap her. Her father has a shit load of money and I want some of it!"
"Stepfather," Christie corrected.
"What?!"
"He's her stepfather," she repeated calmly.
"Yeah, apparently she doesn't know who her father is," Scott told Christie. Damien pounded his fist on the table.
"It doesn't matter! Listen, what I need to know is, can you do this?"
"Of course, you forget who you're talking to! I am a professional assassin; I can manage a measly kidnapping. Shit, it's not like I've never had to kidnap someone's rich kid before!" Christie snapped. Then her expression turned more serious. "Now, I'm sure the security is quite tight around her home, considering how important her stepfather is. However, I know that she is still attending college, so that'll be the time to grab her. It'll be easy."
"I hope so. I don't need you going soft on a fellow DOA competitor," Damien hissed. If looks could kill, Damien would be in Hell right now. Christie was giving him the mother of all death-glares.
"I only entered the competition for my assignment to kill Helena Douglas."
"Yet, Miss Helena is still alive, is she not?" Damien smirked.
"The mission was aborted, simple as that," Christie muttered. "Where do you want me to bring her?" Brad handed her a folded piece of paper.
"We have a small shack in the woods. It's not much, but it'll give us a place to hide. These are the directions," he told her.
"Very well." She got up to leave and placed everything into the folder before sticking it in her jacket.
"We'll be waiting," Damien said as she left. He waited until he heard her car disappear before walking over to the closet door. "Did you get all that?" A large man stepped out, wearing camoflague pants and a tight, black t-shirt. A green beret was perched on his short brown hair and dog tags hung loosely from his neck.
"Damien, are you sure it's right to kill her? I mean, she is doing all the dirty work for us," Scott said timidly. Damien ignored him.
"Bayman, I don't want you to kill her. Not yet anyway. Just in case she decides to betray us or something, that's when I need you to step in. You know how woman are with their feelings, even if she is an assassin." Bayman nodded.
"I understand. I will follow her, but it won't be easy. She is a trained professional," Bayman replied in a thick, Russian accent.
"And so are you. I have faith in you. Now go and watch her." And with that, Bayman left, hot on Christie's trail.
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Author: Yeah, I know, it's not a very original beginning. But the plot will begin to take shape in later chapters. The focus isn't going to be on these guys and the whole kidnapping thing. It's hard to explain now, but you'll see. Please review, I need to know if I should continue or just give up now and save everyone a lot of grief.
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them and you know who does. So just drop it.
Author's Note: Just so you all know, this is my first fic. And I mean ever! I never show anyone anything I write so just be kind ^-^! NE Ways, this is a Lei-Fang and Hayate centered fic because they are my two fav characters, so if you don't like them together then just don't read this rather than getting angry with me. Read stories with the pairings that you do like, K? Also, I hate Kasumi with a passion so don't expect her to be making any appearances any time soon.
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Chapter 1
It was late, close to midnight. The streets were completely deserted, although not much could be seen through the thick fog anyway. Not even the soft glow of a streetlamp for light. It wasn't the best area in the city as it was overflowing with dealing and prostitution. And this small building was no exception.
It really should have been condemned. The windows were boarded up, the bricks were badly chipped and weather-beaten, and the roof looked ready to cave in at any second. However, all of this was simply a clever cover-up. The men inside were never bothered during their meetings. There were three of them at the present moment, two sitting down and one pacing restlessly.
"Damien, relax man, you're making me nervous," one of them called to his pacing companion. The one called Damien glared at him, then muttered under his breath before sitting.
"She's late, and no one keeps me waiting," he growled. At first glance, anyone could tell that Damien was no good. He had long, black hair pulled back into a greasy ponytail and cold brown eyes. He stood at 6', if not more, and always seemed to have a menacing expression on his face.
"I'm sure she's on her way," one of the men reassured him. He had short, spiky blond hair (obviously bleached) and dull green eyes. He wasn't as tall as Damien, but came close. He rubbed the stubble on his chin nervously as Damien gave him a chilling stare.
"Yeah, Scott's right," the third man said quietly, not really wanting to face Damien's wrath. This third man, the shortest of the three, had shoulder-length auburn hair and deep blue eyes.
"Brad, just shut the hell up," said Damien, resuming his pacing. The other two men just sat in silence. Finally, the squealing of tires could be heard outside. A car door slammed, and the sound of heels was approaching the door.
After a faint knock and the exchange of passwords, Damien opened the door to reveal a beautiful, but cold-looking woman. She had short, white hair that stuck out to the sides at the bottom and ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a long, blue coat, which had a high collar to hide the bottom of her face.
"Christie, you're late," Damien said, motioning for her to sit down.
"I had a prior.engagement. I didn't think you'd mind, considering I agreed to do this even though you haven't told me the assignment yet," she replied, smiling coldly as she sat down on one of the old chairs.
"We heard that you don't care what the assignment is, as long as you get paid," Scott blurted out before thinking. His heart jumped into his throat as Christie looked over at him. Her eyes lingered for a moment before she smiled again.
"Yes, that's true."
"Well, let's get on with it. For this assignment you won't be assassinating anyone. This is just a routine 'kidnap the rich guy's daughter and hold her for ransom'." Damien said, pulling out a folder. Christie rolled her eyes.
"How original," she said, faking a yawn. "Oh well, a job's a job. Who is our target?" Damien pretended to ignore her sarcasm as he opened the folder and pulled out a picture of a young, Chinese woman. She had deep brown eyes and brown hair pulled up into ringed braids on the sides of her head. Christie took the photo, taking in every detail.
"About a year ago, after the third Dead or Alive tournament, this girl's mother, Li Na Sun, married the Chinese billionaire Zhou Xuan Sun. Even though he is only her stepfather, Zhou Xuan cares very much for the girl, like his own," Damien began.
"Her name is Lei Fang, is it not?" Christie interrupted. Scott and Brad exchanged nervous glances. Damien glared.
"Yes, it is," he grumbled.
"I remember reading about the wedding in the paper. They call her the young genius of Tai Chi Quan. A lot of people were amazed that she didn't win the tournament."
"That's not important. The point is, we need you to kidnap her. Her father has a shit load of money and I want some of it!"
"Stepfather," Christie corrected.
"What?!"
"He's her stepfather," she repeated calmly.
"Yeah, apparently she doesn't know who her father is," Scott told Christie. Damien pounded his fist on the table.
"It doesn't matter! Listen, what I need to know is, can you do this?"
"Of course, you forget who you're talking to! I am a professional assassin; I can manage a measly kidnapping. Shit, it's not like I've never had to kidnap someone's rich kid before!" Christie snapped. Then her expression turned more serious. "Now, I'm sure the security is quite tight around her home, considering how important her stepfather is. However, I know that she is still attending college, so that'll be the time to grab her. It'll be easy."
"I hope so. I don't need you going soft on a fellow DOA competitor," Damien hissed. If looks could kill, Damien would be in Hell right now. Christie was giving him the mother of all death-glares.
"I only entered the competition for my assignment to kill Helena Douglas."
"Yet, Miss Helena is still alive, is she not?" Damien smirked.
"The mission was aborted, simple as that," Christie muttered. "Where do you want me to bring her?" Brad handed her a folded piece of paper.
"We have a small shack in the woods. It's not much, but it'll give us a place to hide. These are the directions," he told her.
"Very well." She got up to leave and placed everything into the folder before sticking it in her jacket.
"We'll be waiting," Damien said as she left. He waited until he heard her car disappear before walking over to the closet door. "Did you get all that?" A large man stepped out, wearing camoflague pants and a tight, black t-shirt. A green beret was perched on his short brown hair and dog tags hung loosely from his neck.
"Damien, are you sure it's right to kill her? I mean, she is doing all the dirty work for us," Scott said timidly. Damien ignored him.
"Bayman, I don't want you to kill her. Not yet anyway. Just in case she decides to betray us or something, that's when I need you to step in. You know how woman are with their feelings, even if she is an assassin." Bayman nodded.
"I understand. I will follow her, but it won't be easy. She is a trained professional," Bayman replied in a thick, Russian accent.
"And so are you. I have faith in you. Now go and watch her." And with that, Bayman left, hot on Christie's trail.
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Author: Yeah, I know, it's not a very original beginning. But the plot will begin to take shape in later chapters. The focus isn't going to be on these guys and the whole kidnapping thing. It's hard to explain now, but you'll see. Please review, I need to know if I should continue or just give up now and save everyone a lot of grief.