An Otaku's Hospitality

By: PurpleCobra247

Rated: M for adult language, violence, sexual content, and minor blood and gore

(Well, here it is! My first Lucky Chloe fanfic and a big shout out to FNAFFRENZYCAT for the motivation and inspiration to write this. Hope ya'll enjoy! Ya'll know the disclaimer by now.)

Chapter 1: A Special Delivery

For so many people in the world today, it's been proven that love is blind… or better yet, love is colorblind. That's the case for a wealthy married couple living in Sacramento, California. Daxxean (pronounced dax-shawn) Vellington was a man of success. He has his own line of men's watches and it's going so well that he's been crowned a multi-millionaire. Same could be said for his beloved wife, Stephanie Vellington. She basically owns a bakery for dogs and it's incredible how much popularity it's gained. After being happily married for 10 years, they decided to have a child of their own and they have a bouncing baby boy named DéMarckus. Now, here's the twist here: This is an interracial family were talking about here. Daxxean is African American and Stephanie is a Caucasian brunette. With that being the case, DéMarckus was a beautiful combination of the two races. Having a lighter skin tone than his father and having the same light brown hair color as his mother, he was due for a crappy life in the future. As it turned out, however, it actually didn't turn out so bad for the young man.

Throughout the first seventeen years of his life, DéMarckus was actually living the good life with his family. He followed his own path of becoming a professional football player by the time he graduates from college and he's been proving that theory every day through the many football practices he's had to endure by the time he made it into middle school. Also, due to that goal, he's matured quickly and this shocked his now identical father as he took a good look at himself in the mirror one Saturday morning at the humble mansion.

"My God!" 42-year-old Daxxean exclaimed in a country-accented voice as he stood right next to DéMarckus, who was seventeen and had grown a light brown beard and moustache connected to the sideburns. He was stroking it with astonishment. "You're only seventeen, son! How in da hell are ya gettin' all dat?"

"I don't know, Dad." DéMarckus replied in a deep voice of a rapper. "It's lookin' some kinda good, though."

"I don't blame ya. We look just alike, my boy… only you've got yo' mama's hair color. Mine's just pitch black."

"Heh, heh! Don't feel bad, man. You managed to attract Ma. Let's see if I can attract mo'."

"Ohhh, you're gettin' cocky, eh? You're a year away from graduatin'. You best ta get to da datin', son."

"Heh." DéMarckus paused as he about-faced towards his father with a playful punch to his right arm. "Oh, it's on!"

It surely was by the time he made it back to school on that following Monday. Aside from the young Vellington gaining attention from the teachers for his outstanding grades and performance in football from the coaches, he was literally a chick magnet. He's become a 6' 9" ladies' man with a muscle capacity that was delicious to them. He weighed 372 pounds with a meager seven percent of it being body fat! He's attracted all ladies of all races, but somehow, he wasn't feeling it with girls of his own color. He realized this through numerous small dates in the lunchroom. When he hung out with Caucasians, Brits, or Asians, he felt honored and well-respected. But, when he tried out with African American girls, he felt… used. They saw through his muscles and that was it for them. All they waited for now was for him to have a job so they could mooch off of him. He didn't want that to happen.

A year later, several months before graduation, he finally got a job as a package/parcel carrier for a major delivery service and was making decent money from it. He was practically making a living himself without his parents' fortune to aid him. It made both of them very proud, but during one family dinner on a Spring Sunday evening at the Vellington Mansion, Stephanie noticed how sad her only son was feeling, even after she had a wonderful day at her dog bakery.

"DéMarckus, what's wrong, honey?" She asked in a pleasant voice of an angelic mother. "Didn't you have a good day at work today?"

"…yeah, Ma." DéMarckus replied in the deepest tone of his Southern voice as he was stirring aimlessly into his Father's homemade macaroni and cheese.

"Then, why the long face?"

"It's been a whole damn year since I started datin' and, so far, it's been a bunch of bullshit, ya'll."

"How so? You seem attractive enough to me."

"Heh, thanks, but somehow, I'm just not feelin' it wit da black an' beautiful."

"Huh!" Daxxean exclaimed with surprise. "Dat's a first, son. I figured ya would."

"Yeah, me too… but naw, ya'll. Not dis man." He finally resumed eating with another forkful before he continued. "I'm just like you, ain't I?"

"Well…"

"Admit it, baby." Stephanie came in playfully, even at her age of 41. "You've tried the same exact thing back when we were in high school. Dated those of your own race and hated it. Started dating me and fell in love after a week of friendship." DéMarckus looked at both of parents with an admiring glow in his hazel green eyes, making him look regal. Daxxean surrendered by nervously scratching the back of his head for a moment as he blushed and chuckled.

"Heh, heh, heh… yep. Dat was me, alright. But, eh… I had it comin'. Yo' mama was beautiful and she still is taday, my boy."

"Dat made me feel betta a lil' bit." DéMarckus confessed while he still kept his regal smile. "I'm keepin' myself wide open for da one, then. I've already dated a few otha girls that aren't my color, but they've all moved on already. Even my visits to some houses during my deliveries didn't brighten my heart."

"Awww, don't give up yet." Stephanie encouraged as he placed a slender white hand upon her son's massive bronze one on the table. "Keep your hopes up. Your father and I sure will."

"Thanks, Ma. I love ya'll so much." They then engaged in a family hug at their best ability at the dinner table with every last ounce of their love towards one another.

One month later…

DéMarckus and his graduating class were just about ready to receive their diplomas within an hour on a muggy Friday evening. Everybody's parents were already there, preparing their graduates… except DéMarckus. He was already set, but his parents were nowhere to be found. He started to get worried as he was anxiously pacing all over the halls within the crowd. One of his closest friends, Garrie Knotts, was the only one concerned about him. Sharing the same skin tone as the future football star, but at a height of only 3' 7", he was the only short student as well as the only one who claims DéMarckus as a hero for saving him from bullies during their freshman year. He finally managed to get his attention by grabbing his black graduation robe and tugged it three times. DéMarckus finally looked down at him with an appreciative smile and even volunteered to adjust his pure white bowtie in the process.

"What's up, Lil' Garrie?" He started smoothly. "You nervous as fuck?"

"Not really." Garrie replied happily with a comedic voice. "I'm totally excited! Why are you nervous? I haven't seen you like this since you first started playing football here."

"It's my parents, yo. I tried callin' 'em three times already and they keep sayin' dat dey on dere way, but dey ain't here yet! I'm getting worried, man! SHIT!" He slammed down a fist on the floor after that last word, making Garrie frown before him, but never backed away or flinch in fear. "Dey've been waitin' fo' dis day, ya'll!"

"Don't worry, DéMarckus. They'll be here soon. Then, you'll be able to walk across that stage with confidence!" He paused as he gently patted him on the left shoulder for added peace of mind, making the massive man smile. "I guarantee it."

"Heh, I hope so. Fo' my sake."

Thirty minutes later…

"DéMarckus!" Called out one of the Caucasian girls in his class named Kaitlyn Xernivas in a gentle voice. It was full of horror and this worried the young Vellington. "It's the police on the phone! They need to speak to you! It's urgent!"

"What is it?!" He exclaimed, but the blonde refused to answer and just started tearing up with extreme terror as she shivered. This was his cue to run for the office phone not too far from the halls and he quickly answered it. "Hello?"

"Is this DéMarckus Terrance Vellington?" Asked a gruff male voice over the phone.

"Yeah, this is him. What's up?"

"I'm Sheriff Harrison of the Sacramento Police Department. Your parents were involved in a deadly car accident at a traffic intersection. They followed the green light, but a black pick-up truck ran a red light and crashed into them head on, making their SUV roll onto three other cars. They… died on the scene, but the black truck has fled the scene. It was a hit-and-run murder, DéMarckus. I'm sorry." Hearing that whole story made him tear up with sadness and horror. They were on their way to see him graduate and they died in a terrible car accident. He felt as though his heart had split open and held his chest to prove that theory. Garrie was behind him the whole entire time and started to cry as well. "I'd hate to bring you such bad news during this memorable time of your life, but you have our deepest condolences. And just for the record, we cannot obtain their bodies. They got severely crushed and they've literally broken into many pieces of blood, guts, and severed body parts within the vehicle. Please do try to celebrate your graduation in the best way you can during this difficult time and take care of yourself. Goodbye." They both hung up simultaneously, except DéMarckus slammed down the phone so hard with anger and dread that he broke the wooden table underneath it with a scream towards the floor with agony and tears just oozing out of his closed shut eyes. It gained everyone's attention within the office and they started crying with him.

"Oh, no…" Garrie whispered. "…his parents were literally the only piece of his family left. Now, he's got nobody but me. I'll try my best to take care of him until he can get himself together. I'm keeping that as a promise."

Thirty more minutes went by since the announcement of his parents' unexpected death and, due to his last name's first letter, DéMarckus had to suffer sitting through something his parents had waited eighteen years for. He sat in a stiff position in his comfortable seat with his diesel arms by his sides and his massive hands crushing the edges of the armrests with emotional pain. His tears couldn't even be stopped as he closed his eyes and just listened to the Principal call out every name in his graduating class one by one… and at an excruciatingly slow pace at that as well. During that time, he also felt his chest burn, but he toughened up like the man he was destined to be and ignored it. He just couldn't believe it. This wasn't something he was looking forward to, but then again, a light started to shine in his closed eyes and it wasn't from the auditorium.

It was a light of hope, prosperity, and confidence. This light made him believe that, even though his parents were physically gone, they sure weren't gone spiritually. He felt their presence somehow within the air conditioned breeze and slowly started to smile with his eyes closed. He knew now. He knew they were watching him from Heaven as winged angels. With that in mind, he looked to his right and saw two empty seats where the parents sat in the bleachers and he saw two white spirit particles taking those spots. Those were his parents and he knew they were smiling at him with pride. Seeing this made him smile even more and finally took the time to wipe his tears from his skin, but ignored them in his facial hairs before he made a game face now.

Now that he knows his parents are watching, he maintained himself as he continued to wait patiently for his name to finally be called to obtain his high school diploma.

An hour and ten minutes later, the graduating class of 2015 finally walked out of the school with smiles on their faces, including DéMarckus as he just looked down at his diploma and started talking to himself for a moment, but deep down, he was actually speaking to his parents.

"I did it, despite ya'll dyin' on my ass." He whispered to himself. "I'm gonna make ya'll proud fo' da rest of my life. Ya'll just rest in peace and tell the big man upstairs I said dat I said hi, a'ight? Thanks. Love ya'll."

"DéMarckus, you okay?" Garrie's voice called out from below him, making him kneel down again. "So sorry about your parents. They didn't make it, huh?"

"Naw, but… I'll be a'ight, man. Dey loved me so much and dey still do. So do I towards them. I'm gonna be a betta man, now dat I know who I need to look for in a woman. My Dad did it and I'm gonna do da same."

"There ya go! I knew you could keep it up. In fact, we're gonna start our new lives together in style, buddy. Along with my diploma, I've got free travel to any country I want and I can bring a friend with me free of charge as well. The only things we need are a passport and our stuff! That's it!"

"Fo' real?! Dat's awesome, Lil' Garrie! Are we… gonna live dere forever?"

"Yep! Forever and ever and I picked Japan! You know I've always wanted to go there!"

"Nice. I'm wit'cha, my boy. I can take my package services with me. Hopefully, dey can still let me earn American money."

"Ohhhh, I can pull a few strings there. We'll be a-okay, DéMarckus." And the former football star couldn't be any more thrilled than that. He's decided to give up on the football career and keep his package and parcel business alive from now on. He realized now that it didn't matter what he did. All that did matter was that he could finally find the right one to bring him back into focus.

Two years and one week later, over in Japan, the Tekken mansion just filled up to the max with six brand new faces: Katarina Alves, Claudio Serafino, Shaheen, Gigas, Josie Rizal, and Lucky Chloe. The 2000 acre building was twenty stories high and had enough necessities for an army! Tekken 7 had already begun and the entire Mishima and Kazama family was reunited, including the matriarch of it all, Kazumi Mishima. The dysfunctional family is still against each other, however. Aside from that, it was still due to be one monumental tournament for the ages.

For orientation, Jin only had the six newbies sit before him in a conference room. Gigas, Josie, and Shaheen were already there as they waited patiently for the other three. In the meantime, Jin had to ask Josie:

"What is Gigas, exactly?"

"I have no earthly clue." The Filipino replied with honesty in a gorgeous voice. "He's kinda freaking me out a little."

"Same here." Shaheen agreed in a deep Saudi Arabian-accented voice. "Does he talk?" The giant red man shook his head as his response. "Huh. Guess not."

"Sorry we're running a little late." Claudio admitted in an Italian-accent as he just arrived and took his seat on the other side of the table in front of Gigas. "A small yellow dinosaur slowed us down a little."

"And he talked a bit too much for me." Katarina complained in her identically accented voice as she took her seat next to Claudio.

"But, he was super kawaii!" Lucky Chloe cheered with glee in her extreme cute voice as she skipped her way to her seat next to Katarina, which made her look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Nya!"

"Huh! You're Lucky Chloe, eh?" Jin started. "You're… kinda cute yourself. I hope you can fight as well as you look."

"Oh, I know I can. You can count on it! Nya!" She gave a peace sign in her cat-pawed Bolero jacket at that last word with a wink and a smile.

"Aww, I can tell. Anyway, I suppose I should get down to business. As you know, you are now all part of an extreme tournament that leave no holds barred. You'll fight various fighters in various ways and you'll even have the chance to face a couple of animals, like Gon. That's the small dinosaur's name that you met earlier. Fortunately, you won't have to face him because he's not in it and he's too short. But, you'll be much better off facing a bear or a panda anyway. With that in mind, I sure do hope you're up to the challenge. Show no fear towards my family and you'll succeed. That's all I can say. Does everyone understand that?" All of the new characters nodded. "Good. Now, let's…"

"Hey, guys! My package finally came! I want ya'll to see it!" Gon cheered as he busted through the meeting room doors, immediately gaining everyone's attention for five seconds before he bolted back out. Jin shook his head with humor.

"O…kay. Take five on account of Gon's mysterious delivery." He humbly announced with a smile as he and the newcomers walked out in time to see Marduk carry the small yellow dinosaur towards the front door and answered it. The newcomers stood with the others in a gathering and Lucky Chloe was the only one who had to ask:

"Does this happen every time? Seems a little strange." She said it to nobody in particular, but Lili replied with a definitive answer:

"Yes, it does. Now that most of us know this rex, his humor can be a bit uncanny and, as such, it's always fascinating to see his reactions to every little thing. Keep quiet and let's watch."

As for Gon and Marduk…

"Hey! You finally made it!" Gon greeted to a tall bronze-skinned man that was at a height of 6' 9" and a muscular weight of 372 pounds, making Marduk look almost identical, except this man had hazel green eyes and a light brown fade cut hairstyle with a connected moustache and beard on his face and he was absent of body hair, since he wore a vest that showed his impressive muscles and baggy brown jeans. He also rocked a pure gold watch on his left wrist. "How's Japan treatin' ya so far, man?"

"It's a'ight." DéMarckus replied with a nod as the Val Tudo champ volunteered to sign as Gon took the small package. "I'm gonna get used to it. Thanks for helpin' us out for the past two years."

"Aww, it was nothin' to it, DéMarckus. You're already starting your package delivery business and you don't even own it. That's awesome!"

"Thank ya, man. I appreciate ya." After that last word, he looked behind Marduk and saw all the newest characters for the seventh King of Iron Fist tournament and his heart skipped a beat when he eyed Lucky Chloe in all of her adorable otaku glory. For a brief moment, it felt as though it was just them two alone as he scanned her with just his eyes. Her pigtails were shining the brightest golden blonde he's ever seen, even with her pink and black, fresh-out-of-the-factory Neko headphones. Her aqua blue eyes had a shiny luster of an Aquamarine gemstone and her skin had a creamy sheen. Her pastel pink bolero jacket shot out a cute vibe and the Japanese lingerie nightie tied in the sexy vibe perfectly with it. He tried so hard to check out her legs beyond the matching black thigh-high tights and the pink knee pads, but just seeing her exposed thighs was suffice for now. He even admired the hot pink training shoes on her feet, wondering all in all how much money she spent on that entire outfit. Aside from that, he was completely enamored with her and his regal stare gave her the message mentally as she casually struck an adorable pose with a smile that was just as cute to strike a note within his heartstrings and it worked to perfection as he was completely in a daze for the next 45 seconds… until Gon's voice knocked him out of his reverie:

"Yo, D!"

"Huh?" DéMarckus shook it out of him as he gave the yellow dinosaur his undivided attention. "What's up?-what's up?"

"You, uh… you alright? You were kinda daydreamin' there for a second."

"Oh, yeah. I'm a'ight. Who are those people behind ya'll?" Marduk and Gon turned around at those last two words, having the rex jump off of the Val Tudo champ's arms.

"Oh, those are the newest faces for Tekken 7. They just got here and they're ready to kick some serious ass. Why?"

"Who's the cutie with them kitty cat headphones? She's adorable as fuck, ya'll. Damn!" DéMarckus swooned as he headed for the flirting otaku, having King, Michelle, and Julia step aside for him. When he stood right before her, he held her soft paws in his massive hands with compassion.

"Oh, that's Lucky Chloe. You… like her, don't you?"

"Hol' up, ya'll. Give me a minute. Hey, Lucky Chlo."

"Hi." Lucky Chloe replied with a little swoon in her adorable voice. "Enjoyed your eye candy?"

"I'm still enjoyin' dat sweet-ass shit, yeah. Goddamn, girl. You just as cute as all them other girls I've been tryin' to date two years ago. They didn't quite hit me like you just did. Dat Cupid struck me right when you were in my sights."

"Ooooh. Have you been looking for me?"

"Not really, but I was lookin' somewhere for someone to fill me up… emotionally, that is. My… parents died before they could get to my high school graduation and I've been tryin' to find da one dat could help me get my life back on track." Hearing that previous statement made Lucky Chloe frown with him as she started to aimlessly stroke her fuzzy paws against his rock hard abs in an up and down motion while she kept her eyes on his. "Looks like I finally found her."

"Awww, I'm so sorry to hear that about your parents. I hope I can help you feel better. For now, though, I know you have to get back to work."

"I've got eight minutes to look at ya real quick. Don't move." Everyone around the two were shocked as Chloe did as she was told and allowed DéMarckus to look all over her. He started by going behind her and he chuckled at her name on the back of the jacket. "Gone'head wit ya bad self now, Chloe. You makin' sho' e'rybody knows who kicked their ass."

"Tee-hee-hee. Nya!" She winked at that famous meow while she even added a sensual tone in it, making the former football player chuckle again.

"Heh, heh… you're just too damn cute, baby girl. I see ya." At that last statement, he gently held her silky cat tail in his hands and gave it gentle strokes as if she could feel it, but she couldn't since it wasn't a part of her. She still got a small stroke of pleasure from just seeing him do it from over her right shoulder. "Shit! Dis whole outfit's just… mm! I love it."

"Really?" Lucky Chloe turned around to face him with astonishment. He kept his smooth smirk. "Not many men say that to me like that."

"And I don't see why. They trippin', Chlo. That's all dat is. Dey haters." The otaku approached him and, without thinking, DéMarckus gently held her love handles without grasping the speakers. "Listen. I'm already livin' wit my brotha from anotha motha at his place right now, but if ya ever wanna holla at me and chill wit me for a minute, he's my numba, Chloe-baby." He paused as he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket and Chloe didn't hesitate to take it as he let that left hand go back to her love handle. "I'm available fo' yo' cute ass anytime." He added an incentive to it by slowly sending his right hand down her perfectly round booty underneath the ruffled tutu. She had on tight black spandex shorts, but he still had a good firm grip on it, making her purr. "And I ain't talkin' 'bout bein' in bed wit ya. Not until we get da step one first. Ya feel me?"

"Uh, huh… nyaaa…" Chloe replied in a dreamy, sexy tone as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes with bliss. This sight only made the men shake their heads with humor, having Gon still hold on to his unopened package as he did so. The ladies just looked on with appreciative smiles. DéMarckus took this moment to admire how adorable the otaku was. He was ready to make this young woman his, but of course, he played by his parents' dating rule book. He had to get to know Lucky Chloe a little bit more first. It was due to be a life-changing experience for him and, hopefully, for her as well.

There was just two minutes of lingering time left for DéMarckus and he stopped his circular massage on Lucky Chloe's butt to prove that theory as he made his way around her towards the front door. She sighed with compassion as she watched him leave, but he stopped at the front door for a moment, turned towards her with his seductive smirk, and it made her blush as he added his parting words for her to lock into her brain forever:

"Dat jacket does look good on ya, by da way. You'll look even cuter wit it off."

Hearing that statement made her blush an even deeper shade of pink as he made his way out the door and towards his delivery truck before he drove away with confidence. As soon as he was gone, Lucky Chloe whispered her two cents:

"You'll look better with that vest off. Nya, baby."

To be continued…

(I sure do hope I got Lucky Chloe down for ya'll. Since it's my first Lucky Chloe fanfic, this was an excellent start. Please do leave a review and let me know what ya think.)