Author's Notes: Trying something a bit new ( to me anyway). This a three shot about three of the fights that happened (in my own little world) simultaneously at DOA 4 from the fighters point of view, simultaneously.

I do not own DOA or any of the characters.

Pretty, Young Things

Christie

Explosions didn't scare her. They never would. As the copter pilots screamed in fear at their impending deaths, she embraced it, the night air was cool on her face as she saw her chance. The edge of the building was impossibly far for a normal person. The pilots looked at her in awe as she positioned herself and winked at them, before launching herself in to the night. The wind ruffled her hair in a greeting as she sailed forward. Behind her, she her the sounds of the copter slamming into a building. She tsked at her dead companions, didn't they know? Death only takes the willing. In the face of the destruction around her she laughed, she had and would live through worse. Her laugher continued as she touched down on the heliport. She maintained an amused expression as she noticed she had a spectator. He was nothing but a child. The wind gave his blonde hair the same greeting it had given hers. He watched her impassively. He was a stone statue in response to her moment of life. She started forward to the stairs. She had no time to deal with this right now. There were things to do and people to send to their graves.

"What this? I get to play with this cute little boy?" She said still cheerful, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

He crossed his arms and took a step forward.

"I'd have a hard time fighting someone so pretty," he said, in all seriousness, a firm look of concentration on his face. The absurdness of it, while hell was breaking out around them, started a whole new round of laughter for her. If he wanted to die early in life, she'd gladly deliver. She was in the mood for this kind of foreplay; it would only heighten the joy when she killed her true target. She positioned herself, ready to fight.

"Come to me, boy."

Jann Lee

Would she never leave him alone? He had though in the moment of confusion earlier, he would escape the crowd and find out what was truly going on here. The whispers in the halls and arenas of this place were that DOATEC had created the ultimate fighter. He was bored of the same competition over and over. He knew he could beat them all if he tried and wanted something better, something more. If the DOATEC fighter was the best, then shouldn't he be the one to take it down? So he went looking for it, hoping to avoid detection; but like always, no matter what he did, she had tagged along. Now they stood together in the entrance hall of the building, her eyes wide at the finery around, and his annoyance with her growing every second. The hall had been silent but for their footfalls until she spoke.

"It's kind of moody, isn't it?" She said, rocking forward on her heels. "But this is the perfect place."

He rolled his eyes inwardly; he knew where this was going, again.

"This is the perfect place for me to prove I belong in you world."

He had a number of things he wanted to say to her and they were about to roll off his tongue rather harshly, when a helicopter chose that moment to slam into the side of the building. Her eyes widened in horror as she turned to asses the damage. Fear flitted across her face as well healthy respect for the flames that licked at the marble. Another boom sounded in the acoustically attuned room causing her to flinch. He was impressed with the helicopter. It had managed to create emotions in the woman that he himself had failed, after trying for six years, to create. He shifted himself into a fighting stance, capitalizing on the moment. Perhaps if he fought her now, she would forever associate this moment, with it's horror, fear, awe and respect, with him instead of that stupid day in the alley.

"What's a matter, didn't you mean what you just said?" he asked, his voice sounding against the backdrop of noise.

"What?" she looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

Good, he thought, now she knows not to follow me around when she isn't wanted.

"Shall we die here together?" He said, his voice even as he prepared to move forward into a strike.

She was scared now; she looked like a rabbit that was fighting the urge to run away.

"I'm not going to die!" She said, suddenly firm, and despite all the havoc around her shifted surely into her fighting stance, ready to counter his soon to fall strike.

"No," he said, "you're not."

He fought the urge to smile, and he gave into the urge to lash out at her. She wasn't going to die, but by the end of this fight, maybe she would wish she was.

Helena

She had no idea that the girl would be here. It was an unlikely place for one such as her, she was new to the DOA tournament and had nothing to do with the goings on there. She should have turned and ran at the sight of the combusting building and screaming people. She should have been somewhere warm, safe and untainted. That's what she hated so much about the girl. Same father, different mothers and decidedly different fates, she mused. This child had been protected from the mystery of her father's death. Miyako hadn't even bothered to tell her. The girl was an ignorant innocent, forever preserved in happiness, and that why she hated her. She moved silently up behind her, even in her fury she was graceful.

"Our blood…" She said thinking out loud

The girl started, finally noticing the blonde woman who stared at her contemplatively

By rights they should have never met, but here they were. It was fate.

"The Blood we share… maybe that's what brought us together…"She said again to the girls gaping mouth, as if she had spoken her own inner dialogue aloud, she shrugged it off. That's not what she had followed her here to discuss,

Ask Miyako about it when you get home… She suggested nonchalantly as she stepped into her fighting stance. The girls eyes widened

You know my mother? She said stunned that this perfect stranger acted as though she knew her entire life story.

Kokoro… you must learn my techniques, she said advancing. The time for talk was over.