Author's Notes: Hi, this is an attempt at a serious, yet dark DOA fic. Anyway, there'll be a lot of violence in it. Well, anyway, read it and if you review(which I hope you do ^_^) tell me who you think is the main character's parents are. They're both DOA characters! Anyway, enjoy it R/R! ~_^!

Bolds = memories, flashbacks.

Italics =thoughts.

Normal text= The stuff that's happening.

Bolds and Italics= Song lyrics that DEFINATELY, but sadly, don't own. 

                                              Crawling In The Dark

*Show me what it's for, let me understand it,

I've been crawling in the dark, looking for the answer

Is there something more than what I've been handed?

I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

So when and how will I know?

How much further do I have to go?

How much longer untill I finally know?

Because I'm looking and I just can't see, what's infront of me*

- Crawling In The Dark, Hoobastank

He sat up. He felt the memory coming back to him. Haunting him again. He remembered everything.

"Kisho... Kisho... Run away!" She screamed between sobs. It was my mother, she was screaming my name over and over. I had been woken up, by noises of tormented screams and commotion; Which I guessed was fighting.

I looked up and saw ninjas vandalizing the village. I knew who they were; The Shinobi and his men. Several ninjas had surrounded my father. He fought them and had brought down scores of them. They all ganged up against him and had knocked him down. Unconscious; He was unconscious. I walked up closer to them, I swung a punch at one of them and received a kick aimed at my head. I fell to the ground. Was I dumb to think that I, a ten year-old boy could beat down nine highly skilled ninjas?

I ran to my mother, even though she told me to run for my life. I couldn't let anything happen to her. I saw to ninjas walk up to her. They took her away. I was paralyzed with shock. Over the fact, that the other ninjas, had been taken away and probably were going to be ruthlessly slaughtered. I was the only surving member of the clan, I was all alone.

Kisho looked up. That was eight years ago. It seemed like a nightmare, but it wasn't a nightmare; It was reality. Reality always had some way of getting in his face. He started to practice some of his moves. He kicked the air with rapid speed. He started to try doing some of the moves and manuevers his parents had taught him. Thoughts flew through his mind.

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Option. No one has a choice of who they are. My father didn't have the choice of becoming the clan leader. It was passed on to him, through family. If he abandoned his duty or his clan, he would have suffer a horrible punishment. Persuccution. He would be forced to run away. And would have been attacked by ninja assasins, every once in a while. I knew that I would have been the clan leader, when my father died. That would be the gruesome fate I would have knowing, the fact that I didn't want to be the clan leader. I wanted a normal life. But my life was anything, but ordinary. The Shinobi wanted to disown my family, other ninjas always wanted me and my parents dead. Buried six feet under. I never knew why though. It must have been our relation with the Shinobi. The Shinobi had a grudge against my family, despite the fact that we were related. The Shinobi tried to disown my grandfather, Shiden. His brother. His own flesh and blood. When the Shinobi tried to disown him, he failed horribly. The Shinobi ganged up with his brother, Raidou. Raidou was also jealous of Shiden, being the oldest son; The clan leader. After Raidou had been murdered, the Shinobi wanted to trick my family. He pretended to want to us to be a 'family'. A family does not kill each other, a family does not deceive each other and most important of all, is a family stick up for each other, instead of letting you fall. Family; That could definately not describe us all. And that was something the Shinobi never would be a part of. Atleast, not ours. My father hated the Shinobi. My mother was never really accepted among the ninjas. My mother taught me, not to fill my heart with hate. But how could that be possible, with a world like this one?

Kisho sat down on the damp grass grounds of the forest. It was so peaceful. It always was, Kisho knew that, since he had been living there ever since that night. Too peaceful to be tormented with thoughts of revenge.

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Opportunity. That word rang in my head. Stuck on repeat. Then it was replaced with revenge. I knew about the Dead Or Alive World Tournament 4. After the third tournament, the Shinobi had wanted to co-operate with DOATEC. One day, the fourth tournament was to be announced. I knew I could enter, without the Shinobi or DOATEC knowing. I would not tell anyone, who I am. Not even those, who were close to my family. No one will know my dark secret; My past. 

Kisho looked up at the blue midnight sky. The full moon was floating around among shades of clouds. He knew what that meant. The ninja clans usually met at the night, when the full moon was up. Sometimes, the ninjas would argue and some clans would tend to fight. Kisho remembered his father coming home, with a few cuts and bruises more than once. He rested himself and decided to sleep. He had alot of stuff to do the next day.

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Kisho entered inside the building. He looked around. The ceiling and the walls were silvery blue and pearl white, which matched the silver linoleum floor tiles. Beautifully painted pictures hung neatly, on the walls. The hotel was a whole lot different, from what he expected. DOATEC had opened a hotel, which the fighters were to say in. In the hotel, there was a secretary, who would register the fighters.

A desk came into view. Kisho walked towards it. He saw a woman turn to face him. She gave him a register fill in paper. He started to answer the questions. He came to a difficult question.

Name? I looked at the question. I didn't know what to answer. I had to think quickly. I took the paper, and started to write whatever came into my mind. I overlooked the question and answered the one underneath it. Nationality. I wrote Japanese. I answered birth date. The next question was occupation. I wrote ninja, but erased it quickly and scribbled student instead. I turned to the first question; Name. I tried to ignore the question. There were some pamphlets, I took one, I pretended to be reading. I frantically thought of different names. Takai. My 'new' name would be Takai. Takai Fujimoto. Kisho sighed of relief. The woman sitting at the desk, glanced at him, strangely and continued to do her work. Kisho walked up to the desk. He waited, as the woman typed.

" Here's your room key, Mr. Fujimoto. Enjoy your stay at DOATEC hotel." The woman said, and gave him a silvery key. Kisho looked at it and started to walk away.

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He walked towards the elevator. And pressed the elevator button. He entered and pressed a button with a '7' sign. The elevator's glass door opened at the third floor. A girl, who seemed to be his age, entered. She had short black hair with red streaks, and had a red bandana wrapped around her head. Bang fell smothly over her faces, there was a space between them, where her eyes could be seen. Her dark emerald green eyes peered out, scanning the room. She wore a black t-shirt, underneath a blood red netted tank top. To it, she wore a short black skirt and red and black striped stocking, which peered out from her black boots.

" Are you a fighter?" The girl asked. She waited for a reply.

" Yes." Kisho replied. The girl looked at the small screen, which showed what floor, they were at. The fourth. She started to speak.

" Do you have any idea of when the tournament starts?" The girl asked. Kisho shook his head.

" Well, I have to go now. I'm Yuki." The girl said and extended her hand to shake.

" Takai." Kisho said, and shook her hand. Yuki stepped out of the elevator, at the sixth floor.

The elevator door opened, Kisho walked out. He searched for his room. 701. 702. 703. He inserted his key in the key hole. And opened.

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Author's Notes: Who do you think Kisho's parents are? I didn't give you a description of how he looks like, because then it would be very easy. Think about it. Well, I'll give you another clue.

Kisho means 'The one who knows his mind' in Japanese. Well that doesn't say much, but think about it carefully. R&R!! I do not own Tecmo, but I do own *theme music plays* Kisho/Takai, Yuki and ALL my other original characters! If all goes well, the next update will be soon.... But I won't you how soon.