Butterfly

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or DOA.

Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

A young girl sat at the shore of a white-sanded beach. Her muscular-toned body was tanned to a gold shade. The radiance of her skin was exaggerated with her red bikini top and black shorts. Her amethyst hair swayed with the wind, and hung low at neck length. She licked her lavender lips, as her red-brown eyes peered to the oceanic horizon which was beautifully painted by the sunset.

The rhythmic sound of wave breaks calmed her mind. Beads of sun-glistened water smoothly slid down her skin. In time, the warm waves, crisp air and the gorgeous sunset, had soothed her to sleep. She fell back against the pallid sand and rested herself.

Scenes of the past few weeks, flashed before her eyes. Times of playing volleyball, chatting, and shopping with the other women on the island, played like reruns in her mind. As she dreamt, she smirked, realizing that she became closer to the other women. She learned, that life isn't entirely all work; life has it's time of fun and leisure.

Abruptly, a cadenced beat of thuds had shaken the young woman from her slumber. As the first thud sounded, the teen's eyes shot open. Her eyes cut to the direction of the noise's origin, and narrowed as a fell voice called something which could not be discerned. She remained on the ground, in the same position of her sleep, until the voice was acknowledged.

Soon, a faint voice cried out her name, "Ayane…Ayane!"

Once the voice called her name again, Ayane rolled her eyes, and relaxed her shoulders. She turned onto her stomach, placed her palms on the soft ground and pushed herself upright. Once she was standing, she turned to the other girl running childishly toward her. Ayane sighed realized she became uptight for no cause. She turned her head to the long-haired brunette and gave a slight grin.

The brunette wore a pair of brown boots, blue denim jeans, and a gold halter top with the yellow silhouette of an eagle printed on the front. Her lightly tanned skin amplified her dark brown eyes and straight auburn hair which hung down to her mid-back. The girl stopped in front of Ayane, bent down, placing her palms on her knees.

"Hello Hitomi", Ayane greeted in a low monotone voice, as she was stilled tired from her nap.

Hitomi, still breathless, held up a finger, signaling for Ayane to be patient enough for her to catch her breath. After a few short moments, Hitomi could speak again.

"Ayane, the plane is gonna leave in an hour. All the girls are almost ready to leave!" Hitomi said, almost rushing Ayane to leave.

Ayane sighed and started to turn back to the hotel which was at the center of the island, "Okay Hitomi. Save me a seat", Ayane said, walking away.

"Um… Ayane?" Hitomi said, giving a light smile.

Ayane stopped walking and sighed again, then glared at Hitomi as a response.

Hitomi pointed to the entire right side of Ayane's body, "You might wanna wash that off."

Ayane looked to where Hitomi pointed, noticing that the wet side of her body was feathered in sparkling pale sand. She then glanced at Hitomi and began walking again shaking her head.

As soon as Ayane reached the hotel, she was almost trampled by all the women rushing with several bags of luggage down the hallway. After avoiding the frantic stampede, she made it to her suite. Following a hot shower to wash the sand from her skin; dressing herself in a red t-shirt, with denim overalls and black sneakers; and packing her luggage, she made her way to the plane.

On the walk to the plane down the concrete walkway she looked around the island, at what would be her last memories. She felt somewhat depressed that she had to depart from such a stunning place.

She sighed and spoke to herself, "This was too short for a vacation."

She arrived at the plane, walking on the wooden pier, and leaving her luggage to the baggage handler. She boarded the water plane and walked down the aisles glancing at the 7 other women on board, ranting away with each other. She found her seat, across the aisle from Hitomi and sat down. The sound of the plane door slamming against the hull crashed.

"It's been a fun vacation, hasn't it Ayane?" the cheery voice of Hitomi had awakened Ayane from her drowsiness.

Ayane turned her head and simply nodded to Hitomi, as she still did not want to talk.

"Remember when we tag-teamed Tina and Lisa? We kicked their butts! Especially when you spiked it into Tina's stomach and knocked the wind out of her!", Hitomi ended.

Ayane just giggled to herself as she remembered the memory which Hitomi brought up. She shook her head and gradually her smile turned into a grim face again. She yawned and rested her head back against the seat. Ayane was still too tired to stay awake, and she began to doze off again. Just as her eyelids sealed, a loud voice had awoken her.

"Aww! Somebody needs a nap!" Hitomi said smiling at Ayane.

Ayane had remembered the last time she had hit Hitomi, which was in the last Dead or Alive tournament. A vein arose on her forehead as she wanted to relive that last fight she had. Though she would never hit Hitomi, Ayane tightened a fist anyway to relieve the anger. She just wished for undisturbed nap.

To solve the problem, Ayane turned on her side facing the window, and away from Hitomi. Ayane closed her eyes again, and shortly after her mind shutdown and hibernated for the duration of the flight. Soon after Ayane snoozed, her dreams activated and played early memories of her childhood.

All the images in her head blazed by so fast, it was almost difficult to comprehend them. Although, they slowed down and the image of a muscular man, with a scar across his face, and a white beard stood in a rain storm, was laughing as lightning struck.

Choking a man in his arms he said, "I have come for the Torn Sky Blast!"

Ayane ran toward the man with tears streaming out of her eyes while screaming his name "Raidou!"

Ayane attempted to fight the man, but he managed to block her attacks then uppercut Ayane sending her against a wall unconscious. The next image was Ayane waking from her unconsciousness, the scene was the same; Raidou stood there laughing but young man, her brother Hayate, stood in front of him then charged at Raidou.

Hayate made an effort to fight Raidou as well but fought worse than Ayane did. As soon as Raidou unleashed a barrage of rapid punches, and Hayate fell to the ground. He recovered swiftly and held an open palm toward Raidou, letting out an intense growl of strain. As his palm was held outward, the rain and wind began to change course and directed itself in his palms.

"No, not that! Don't use it!" Ayane cried out to Hayate, though his pride prevented him from hearing her.

"Now, I have the Torn Sky Blast as well!" Raidou shouted as he stood into a sudden change of stance.

Surges of electrical energy shaped into an orb in the palms of the furious-looking Hayate as he pulled his arms backward ready to unleash something powerful. Raidou simply imitated Hayate's movements in his own ways. Suddenly, time had seemed to slow down, sound became muffled, rain drops and wind moved at a sluggish pace. The two fighters pushed their arms frontward sending there energy toward each other. The forces, opposing each other, clashed against each other forming a vast sphere of power that swiftly grew by the second. The clashing energy grew large enough to erode the ground beneath it and devastate anything that came in contact with it.

Soon enough, Hayate began to grow weak and the energy was too great for him. The light brightened face of Hayate fell into shock as the rush of energy exploded. The blast had sent Hayate into the air away from the scene.

"Master Hayate!" Ayane cried out as she witnessed Hayate airborne.

The force of the explosion sent Hayate into a tree with such force that he broke through it with the back of his neck. The collision caused Hayate to loudly gasp as consciousness left him.

The memory faded to black in the mind of Ayane, and transferred to another. Ayane stood in a foot of snow as a fierce snow storm took place. She glared at the body of Hayate on the floor slowly being buried with snowflakes. Then a heavy breathing had echoed amongst the trees. Ayane turned to the breathing sound and saw a black silhouette in the midst of the white aura that filled the forest. The shadowy form approached Ayane with heavy steps, and it breathed again, and again.

"Father…" Ayane said to the figure.

Instantly the surrounding area of blistering winds, and white snow had turned to a desolate area with blazing heat and flames circled around Ayane and the man who stood in front of her.

"This is for you" Ayane finished as she stood at the figure named Genra, Ayane's foster father though the only man she considered her real father.

The rumor spoke that a tall man, in chrome samurai armor was causing havoc in the Dead or Alive tournament. It was said he carried a long double-sided purple energy saber which he seized countless lives with. The rumor addressed his name as, Omega. No one knew what exactly happened to the peaceful clan leader, nor how he transformed into this monster but Ayane didn't care any longer.

Ayane looked at Omega, his chrome armor protecting him well; his black- horned helmet made him look daunting; and his chrome mask shadowed his face but, overstated his glowing red eyes which looked intently into Ayane's concerned eyes.

Ayane did not wait any longer, as the heat was unbearable and the fumes were slaying her gradually. She charged at Omega and jumped into the air, spun around and attempted to heel kick Omega in the face. Sadly, Omega anticipated her attack and grabbed her leg. He swung her up and down beating Ayane into the ground then whipping her back to her starting point of battle.

Ayane stood up quickly and ran at Omega again then let loose a series of kicks and punches which landed perfectly but the force was dulled by his strong armor. Omega took his energy saber and spun vertically in front of him like a plane propeller. Ayane, startled, fell back avoiding the deadly saber blades. As she fell back she noticed a piece of her hair was singed off and it slowly drifted to the ground as she plummeted toward the ground. After falling on her back Ayane stood up once more, only to see the purple saber fly toward her stomach. The saber did not impale her but electrocuted, severely burned and sent Ayane back several feet.

She rolled sideways on the dusty scorching floor. She groaned at the pain in her stomach. She held her stomach but was too determined to surrender. She stood up again, blood trickling from her mouth; her shirt torn and covered in blood, her skin was burned to a shade of red.

She ran at Omega, yet again, she kicked Omega in the face with such a speed and force; he was knocked over to the ground. As Omega touched the ground, a roaring wind blew around him, pushing Ayane back. She crossed her arms in front of her face and kept her standing balance but her feet dragged in the ground as she was pushed back. Ayane relaxed her arms and looked at Omega with sorrow in her face.

Omega held out his hand to Ayane and shot out a gust of flame toward and continuously held the flames until Ayane would die. Though Ayane was at the losing edge of the battle, she looked up at the flames as the reached out toward her. She ran against the flames, her skin burning at the second; and the tears of grief that flowed from Ayane's eyes evaporated immediately against the fire. Once at a close range, Ayane jumped into the air horizontally. Her legs, which were flying toward Omega, twisted in a spiral and tightened as her arms crossed on her chest. Ayane's body spun in the air like a human drill headed straight for Omega.

As she spun, her body flew at a rapid speed and her feet pierced through Omega's thick armor, and brutally struck his chest and shattered his bones. Omega was sent back numerous feet and fell to the ground. Instantaneously as Omega fell to the ground, his body was consumed into flames.

Ayane watched the flames eat away at the corpse of Omega. The sky glowed orange and black as nightfall was at hand. As Ayane's sight became blurry, she closed her eyes and let the water from her eyes rolled down her cheeks. Cries echoed through the night as Ayane stared at Omega.No… it was Genra Ayane remembered her childhood and training with Genra, and she gave the flames a grim look. She looked at the ground and saw Genra's purple energy saber. After picking it up, she spun it around performing a sign of respect toward Genra's death. After deactivating the saber, Ayane placed the weapon away and wiped away the last tear from her face. She walked away and let the flames consume the body. The dream faded away.

Ayane awoke peacefully, and she failed to ignore the tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes her wrist and sat upright in her chair. She glanced out the window seeing the grand city of Tokyo below.

"Ayane? You okay?" Hitomi questioned amongst the loud chatter of the other women on the seaplane.

Ayane dried her face and sniffled, "What are you talking about? I'm fine."

"I don't know, you were crying in your sleep. Have a nightmare?" Hitomi argued back.

"No, it's just… allergies." Ayane responded, letting her pride take over.

Hitomi just shrugged the conversation off and stared out the window, pressing her face against it in amazement. As the aircraft descended through the wispy clouds that hovered over the city, Ayane began to pack her carry-on. As time passed, the seaplane eventually touched down at the airport. Ayane gave a big exhale, and unbuckled her seatbelt. The hatch door opened and a miniature stairway was wheeled against it. With a glum look on her face, Ayane left the other women to exit first. Seeing that Hitomi was in the aisle, Ayane followed behind her, glaring down at her floor; musing on the dream she had previously.

All the women waited outside for their rides, and as they waited they continued to speak to each other. One by one, the ladies' rides arrived and they left, but none left without saying goodbye to the person they hadn't spoken to since the volleyball tournament.

As a limo pulled up, Tina glared over at Ayane and ran up to her to give her a hug, which was quite awkward due to Tina's build. "Ayane, I'm going to miss you so much! It was great to spend a vacation with a great blackjack player like yourself. I can't believe you could beat me!"

Ayane smirked remembering the times of playing with Tina and other women; times of "lady luck" playing with Ayane in a game she hadn't participated in before. Ayane returned Tina's hug and waved goodbye. The back window of the limousine rolled down, revealing the gruff face of Tina's father, Bass Armstrong. The blond-haired man slid down his sunglasses and looked at Ayane. Bass and Ayane went into a 3 second staring contest, and then Bass unexpectedly slid down his glasses and amongst his blond beard, grinned and gave Ayane a thumb up.

Ayane knew what he meant; she had beaten him in the previous Dead or Alive tournament. The face behind Bass' smile had still been in shock as he wondered how such a small girl could defeat such a big man. Though, the door closed as Tina entered and the limousine drove away.

Ayane was alerted of the next person to leave as the buzzing sound of helicopter propellers was present. A black 'copter lowered itself blowing debris in all places. As the chopper hovered a rope ladder was dropped down. Ayane stared at the women climbing aboard the ladder. It was Christie, a dangerous assassin who was a difficult opponent to defeat. Christie merely waved to everyone as the helicopter flew away.

Eventually everyone had left saying there farewell, excluding Hitomi and Kasumi. Hitomi wanted to walk home since her apartment was close to the airport.

"See ya at school Ayane!" Hitomi said running off dragging her luggage around.

Ayane waved bye to Hitomi then glanced over at Kasumi. The half-sisters stared at each other for minutes. They hadn't settled their differences completely, but the feud had weakened and they were at ease with each other. As Kasumi nodded, she spun around, and vanished into a cloud of cherry blossoms.

Ayane stood there, alone in the middle of an empty airport. She glanced out at the ocean and breathed in the salty air. She sighed and took her single bag of luggage and placed it on her back. She began to take a long march back home. One thing ran through her mind as she walked. Home Sweet Home.