Okalie Dokalie. This is the other half of the third chapter, The New Student. I actually cut it in the wrong place, but it's still okay I guess. I didn't post in such a long time cause I was getting lazy. I just finished this chapter today in a rush. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, I hope you guys will enjoy this one.(Dislaimer: I do not own Dead or Alive, Team Ninja, or Tecmo.)

She pushed against them, as if to make a grand entrance into a ballroom. It was dark inside, but as Tina pushed through the doors, the light from the hall seeped its way into the room, uncovering rows and rows of elevated seats. The light however was restricted to a certain point where you couldn't see further down.

"Hold on. Wait Here." She left Ayane and darted into the darkness.

"Where are you going?" Ayane demanded.

"Just wait. You'll see."

Tina couldn't see a thing in front of her, but she didn't mind. She felt her way against the wall, searching for the power panel. Finding it was a breeze since she already knew her way around the building. Thirty steps down the stairs. Turn left to a smaller flight of stairs. Pass the curtains. Against the wall. She finally found it when she felt the panel's hinges and cool exterior. She hatched it open and flipped several of the switches, bringing to life before Ayane a huge old-fashioned stage with the classic red curtains. The spotlight was centered into the middle of the stage.

"This is your favorite place?" Her voice echoed off the walls of the auditorium.

Tina stepped out of the curtains and positioned herself so that the light hit her perfectly in the middle.

"I love the lime light. When I graduate I'm gonna pack my bags for sure and move to Hollywood to pursue my dream of becoming a famous superstar."

Ayane snorted. "Good luck to that."

"You'll regret saying that once you see me on the tabloids." She stuck her chin up and imagined the day she would be discovered as a talent. "It might say, 'Tina Armstrong: The New Renowned Actress – Young, Beautiful, and Talented'." She flushed at just the thought.

"Yeah, yeah… Tell me something I actually want to hear."

"You could join drama, you know. You'll never know if you've that gift unless you show what you're made of."

"I don't have any gifts."

"Aw c'mon, every one's gotta be good at something."

Ayane sneered. "I suppose picking your nose is a gift if you do it all the time! Besides, drama's for gays, freaks, and weirdoes."

"Oh really now? I'm in drama, and am I a weirdo?"

Ayane shrugged. "I guess so."

"Well… then there's just a little bit of weirdo in all of us then, huh?"

"Don't think you can't change my mind, cause you can't."

Tina gave out a sigh. "Okay, but you'll be missing out on a lot." She switched the lights off and quickly joined Ayane back at the top. "So, let's go continue with our tour."

Gen Fu was seated behind his desk, busying himself with important papers. He didn't seem to notice Tina and Ayane when they walked in.

"Mr. Gen Fu?" Tina intruded, trying to capture his attention. No response. "Ahem."
"Oh!" He said, looking surprised. "Back so soon? Thank You, Miss Armstrong, you may return to your class now." He gestured toward the door with his pen.

"Piece of cake." She turned to Ayane and waved before she left.

Again, Gen Fu went back to his papers. The room became quiet.

"Please, take a seat." He invited, yet still transfixed to the papers. She took a seat on the chair in front of his desk and watched as he filled up several slips.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

There was an annoying cat clock hanging on the wall. Its tail went side to side as it looked both ways. It disturbed Ayane how he took his time. She had been waiting for a good 3 minutes. With nothing to, she began studying Gen Fu's facial features. The speckles all over his bald head were fascinating. She tried forming as many images as she could with the spectacle. Flowers. Butterflies. Happy face. He coughed hoarsely as he clipped the last of his papers and stacked them away to the side. He took another thick wad of papers from his desk, dividing them into 3 sectors and laid them separately on the desk towards Ayane.

"Now," He pointed. "This is the hand book containing all of the rules, regulations, and instructions to Winston High School. This one's the schedule for the freshmen class and… I'm going to need you to fill these out for me." Ayane picked up the last batch of papers and signed them carelessly.

"I must also inform you, because you did file in during the middle of the school term, you won't have much of an option when it comes to choosing your electives. The classes have already been assigned and confirmed for our students, so the best I can do is to give you a list of classes that are still open and hopefully we have something in your best of interest. Lets see here…" He rolled his chair to the computer on the other table and began clicking and typing. From what Ayane could observe, he was a very bad typist. Very bad. He typed with only his index fingers and it took him a while to locate the letters. Ayane grew restless.

"Here we are…" He said finally "... Square dancing and… drama."

Perfect, Ayane thought miserably, a good way to start off the New Year in another school. She couldn't dance for squat, let alone bear to be in drama with that annoying blonde butch, Tina. But, Tina so far seems to be the only person she knew here other than her own siblings. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea…

"So what shall it be?"

Ayane snapped out of thought, "-what?"

"Your elective, what shall it be?"

A sudden knock came from the door to the next room.

"Excuse me for a minute," he said as he scooted his chair to stand up. "I'll attend to you right after this. Youmaythink about it for the moment if you wish." He exited, leaving the door between the main office and his office, slightly ajar. Ayane listened to the muffled voices from the other room. All she could make out were certain words that were in the conversation.

"Ah, ……! ……… errands, yes? …… me guess …….. Edwards?" she heard Gen Fu say. His voice was followed by that of a young man – it was very attractive. Deep and mature, yet still had a boyish charm. Ayane felt her heart jump.

"Yeah, ……… trees again… Principal … Fu, where's the …… machine?"

"Oh yes, … seems I forgot … inform the faculty … moved …… my office. Thank you for reminding me!"

"Gen Fu?" An elderly woman's voice interrupted. "You're grand ………… other line."

"Oh is she now? I'll get ……, thank you Minerva! R…? Go ahead …… office, ……copymachine …… by my desk."

"Thanks…"

"Mei Lin?! Hello my little chipmunk!" Laughter.

Footsteps neared the door. Ayane's heart grew uneasy. She tried desperately to clean herself, wiping the sides of her mouth and swishing her hair to the side. She couldn't decide whether to slouch or sit up, fiddle with something or give a blank stare. The door swung open. And before her walked a striking stranger – very handsome, for it wasn't hard to deny. He had a strong build, noticeable muscle definition, and a perfect bronze complexion. Rather highly unusual was his long hair. She never imagined that such long hair would ever look that good on a male, especially for someone like him. There was an air of mystery about him. Surely, he could get any girl he wanted. Yet, maybe he only wanted girls who looked as good as he did. So why even bother?

She watched him as he walked strait towards the copy machine without the slightest clue she was in the room. He pressed at the buttons and waited for the copies, and still not a single sign of acknowledgement. Once he was done, hewalked out and that was it. It would've been nice if he had noticed her, but she should've known better. Of course she wouldn't be noticed. She didn't even want to think about it anymore.

"Ah, have you chosen yet?" said Principal Gen Fu, who came in. He had apparently finished his gibberish conversation with Mei Lin.