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Maynar Namiya - Yes, I'll keep on tuning in to see what new pops up. By the way, gaijin is the Japanese word for a someone who's not Japanese. It often used in context to mean a Japanese wannabe. The word is THE definition of Sodom, but the samurai of course, suffers denial.

iceangelmkx - It's not so much the contradiction that makes a good coupling, more than the lack of compatible plotline between the characters in question. Adon, if left to basic canon possibilities, would at BEST have slashfics with Sagat or Akuma. As you can see, there's a VERY good reason that this does NOT happen. Anyone who just happened to read that, I will not be held responsible for any lost lunches whih wind up all over your keyboard. Please stop yelling at me like that! All in all, the point is that stepping beyond common boundaries is often a way to grab my attention. Not to say that romance is everything, though.

Bushinguy - Yea, I know they're short. Chapters will be getting longer though, and I know I have some stuff to say for Lee here. Unrelated to your review, but some little tidbit... you might enjoy knowing a character that you like may be present in the tourney. No, it's not Guy, but you'll find out soon. You already gave him a moveset just recently, and I must say it might look tempting to use those moves.

Lyrix of Azn Ethix - You hit the nail on the head, pretty much. It IS Dee Jay's Adon battle, only three years earlier than intended, without a big mid-boss battle. Of course, there's not going to be an official battle, since as SF1, Ryu is still the big winner.

Anyway, onto Lee, the man who raised Yun and Yang. Before that though, let's give mister Kung Fu daddy a moveset rundown.

Lee - With Kempo and Kung Fu, Lee is not as agile as you think, focusing on, believe it or not, ticking, with a bit of ranged power for scrub friendly play. In the right hands, his grab specials and good moves may make him a dangerous foe. He even has a projectile. Just be aware that adept button mashers may be troublesome to his play style and easily beat Lee. Why exactly does he have poison in his moves? Because honing Scorpion Kempo highly enough can help one learn to focus their ki/chi into a venom that time releases its power.

Special Attacks

Fatal Sting - A basic projectile composed of ki that has been focused into a nonlethal poison. It hurts, and ticks with extra damage over a few seconds afterward that don't stop the character in any way. If blocked, there is no extra damage over time. It is weak hitting, but the damage over time adds it up to be strong. Button mashing can reduce the damage duration. To perform, it's like any other simple fireball, a QCF with punch button. It feels rather moderately temperate, but makes the enemy slightly queasy upon striking, following Lee's mastery of Scorpion Kempo. The enemy can tell when they're poisoned because they take on a slight shade of sickly green to their sprite.

Dread Latch - Lee comes with Kung Fu grip found in every specially marked package! A 360 grapple with the punch button, if Lee grabs, he will strike with attacks. Chops are landed by pressing the punch button rapidly once the grab lands, but be aware the enemy can mash buttons to escape. With the Fatal Sting in action, you can rack up some scary damage.

Foot Pincer - Lee stands on his hands and lunges his feet, and latches them together like an insect pincer. If it hits, it will sting badly, and deal a minor poison effect to add more damage. Again, the poison is avoided if the enemy blocks, and if a poison effect is in place from Fatal Sting, the damage is avoided. It's a HCB with the kick. The strength of the kick determines the startup delay, and the power packed in the move.

Super Combos

Lethal Venom Blitz - It looks a bit like Gen's signature super, with Lee rushing the enemy to start a powerful, damaging combo if hit and unblocked. In this case, he strikes for somewhat lower damage, and deals a very strong poison that more than makes up for it later. When the poison gets to its fullest potential, it is the most damaging super EVER, but remember, a foe who mashes the buttons can make it deal pitifully low damage. A good way to keep them from mashing is to strike them. While under the stun effect of attacks or being comboed or grabbed, an enemy's mashing is focused on reducing that damage, and the poison is free to do it's dastardly deed. To perform, the move is a bit complex. First hold down-back, then press forward, down-back, back and punch to perform. The strength of the punch is the super's level. The move does 4 hits every time, but the higher level of super used, the stronger each hit is, as well, the strength of the poison that goes with it is faster and stronger.

Doom Grip - 2 half circle forwards with the kick unleashes a souped up foot pincer. This one is actually a grapple, and cannot be blocked. It doesn't poison, but it deals very nice damage, striking the foe with a Frankensteiner of sorts. Level 1 is 5 hits, level 2 is 7, and level 3 is 10. It is strong, and est of all, it's not a 360.

ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 1 - A Shameful Father (Lee)

I must ask myself again why I decided to take part in this tournament, as I have done several times already within the last week. I must ask myself yet again why I ever decided to make deals with the Chinese Mafia, or why I've ever decided to deal with underworld tournament fighting to begin with, and why I have agreed to an assured death. I must ask myself why I am such an embarrassment to my own family, and wonder why I am such a shameful father to my son.

It is best to start with what you likely don't understand. My name is Lee... well, actually, Lee is my last name, but please, call me Lee, just because. Though they are truly not my sons by blood, I raise my twin nephews, Yun and Yang alone, after the sad fate of their true parents, and their shameful lack of will to raise their sons. I cannot believe my own brother would abandon his children, and I am glad to say I have not seen him since that event. It took but one fight, and he and his wife abandoned their children. When I heard about it, I have raised them, and by that right, I am their adopted father.

Though I am their uncle, I have raised them as though they were truly my sons, and I must say that I love them dearly. It is a shame that my time grows close to an end as I wait here to partake in this tournament in Thailand. I may be skilled in Chinese Kempo and Kung Fu, I am sure to lose, for I know a superior warrior who also partakes in this fight. His name is Gen, and though he is old, he is very strong. It is after all the elderly who are to be revered in Chinese tradition, and Gen is both wise and powerful. He is not my father, or the twin's grandfather, but he is my friend, and his restaurant, Genhanten, makes great meals.

Gen is an assassin, and his style of fighting suits it. Ansatsuken, which is a Japanese term, means the assassin's fist, and it is designed to kill. He is sick though, and seeking someone to kill him in battle, but won't hold back in any way. If only there was a cure for leukemia. In short, he has the skills to defeat me in combat, and does not know of my dilemma. I would not want him to know of my problem anyway.

I made a deal with the mafia that I would win this tournament, and have hoped it would get them off of my back for good if I gave them part of my prize money. It was a desperate decision, and now I regret to say that my life is likely now drawing to an end because of it. Still, I must try, for I am still a powerful master of Scorpion Kempo. It is a very unique style of fighting that relies on the toxics that my ki can be manipulated to form. From there, it is unleashed in whatever way I wish to make the enemy feel sick.

You must think me strong for having such an ability such as this, but I am not. The venom is temporary at best, and is very driven of my own energy. I will still give it my all, and hope my time has not run out. Gen knows I am here, and I will not let him know of the likely death I am to receive. I do not wish to worry my friend, and ruin his chances of finding the best warriors on the planet. It is rude to disrespect your elders, by Chinese tradition.

I worry less about myself though, than I do about the children. Yun and Yang are both less than ten years old. Truly they could never manage to take care of themselves. Perhaps I will have Gen teach them a bit of his Ansatsuken so they can fend for themselves without any family to take care of them. They seem more interested in his art than that of their own uncle. To be honest, I would be too if I were them, and would have taken up Gen's ways of the assassin in a heartbeat had I a chance to live my life all over again.

This tournament... this deathtrap I have gotten myself into is truly the last anyone will ever see of me. It is here in Thailand that I now meditate, and contemplate on my life decisions, and in a way, I take great solace in a few factors. Many only get an instant to let their life flash before their eyes, but I have perhaps a year at most, and a month at the very least. The mafia will find me, that is certain, and if I run away, then they'll take it out on the two that matter most to me. I will not let them take the life from those two children, no matter what! They will be safe if I comply and except my execution, I know that for certain. I tremble as I think now, but I will be the good father that my brother never was, and that I never got to be.

I too almost had a son of my own. It was around twenty years ago that my wonderful, and beautiful wife bore a daughter, and died in the process. My heart shattered slightly that day when she died, and I promised myself I would raise the girl better than any father ever could. Fate would only be such a cruel bastard however, and it turned out that my daughter was doomed to die from incurable sickness. I never even had a chance to know my daughter for more than five weeks. Do you know the pain that I feel? Do you know what it's like to outlive your children and watch them helplessly as they lay lifeless before your feet? I assure you, it is worse than any form of physical pain that anyone can think of.

If only I was a better father to her... no! I cannot dwell on these painful memories forever! I promised I'd raise the twins my younger brother abandoned better than I could my own child.

Perhaps you are wondering why I decided to follow through with illegal dealings in the Chinese underworld. That much I will not say, but I will say that I was originally entering this tournament to make some money. It was not in my foresight to even realize that Gen would enter as well, even though I should have known better. My fate grew worse from there.

The Chinese Mafia caught word of this. They said that if I forked over my winnings, they would leave me alone for good, but if I did not win, then they would end my pathetic existence. I almost agree that my existence is as pathetic as they claim. Only two children prevent me from ending my life of my own accord. That's right! I've considered suicide before. What do you think of that? Pity? I don't need your pity... it will never bring anyone back... it will never undo the pain.

I am in my forties, and my life is nearing its end. It is a double edged sword though. On the one hand, I will rejoin my family in the afterlife. My father will hopefully be proud, and I cannot wait to see how much my daughter has grown, and I would love nothing more than to wrap my arms around my wife once more. If death truly leads to this great beyond, then a hug from my wife will make it all worth it

But still, I do not want to abandon Yun and Yang. Do I need to explain the reason behind wanting to live any further yet again? I hope Yun and Yang are not watching this tournament. If they are, then I will only embarrass them greatly with defeat...

My contemplation is interrupted as a large man makes the scene. With a patch over his right eye, and a red haired warior dressed very similarly standing to his left, these must be the tournament masters, Sagat, and his student, Adon. I already know it will not be my honor to battle them, for only the winner of tournament's thirty-two competitors may partake. I pray that Gen is as great as he seems, so I can ask him to loan me his winnings. Perhaps then I may continue to live and redeem myself from a life of dealing with criminals, and raise my children... my wonderful adopted children, to adulthood.

Gen has been feeling sick lately, and in spite of his great harmony between mind, spirit, and body, he is not invincible. He cannot purge his body of leukemia, and I don't think he wants to. I think he sees the leukemia as a challenge worthy of a true warrior. An incapacitation that will only make him strive even harder, and make every victory, and challenge overcome that much more gratifying. I actually understand that frame of thought. It seems that we shall meet in the afterlife soon.

I begin to think what I should do with my remaining time on this plane of existence. This land of the living... before my nearly assured death. I have no need for a will. I have few possessions, and I know not where to send my adopted nephews. I do know that I will spend much of my time with my sons, so that they may know that I am truly a great father. Is there anything greater than innocence of a child? I cannot seem to come up with any answer.

I just hope they remember me for what I am, their father, adopted I may be, but still their father. I want to live in their memories, in spite of what I may be in life. A shameful father, with hopes for his son's futures.

A/N: Well, for a guy with very little story, I think I worked some magic here, no? Up next is Balrog, who pursues the great American dream... cold hard cash! As always, read and review, and my motivation rises exponentially.