Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive.

A feeling of fulfillment fills Jann Lee as he steps out of the Tokyo Airport into the warm, welcoming sunlight of the sun's favorite place to shine. He basks in the euphoria for about five seconds before he notices the rushing onslaught of a crowd herding towards him. He and Bayman attempt to doge and evade, but they are picked up in the business rush and dragged away by the flood of silky black hair and kimonos...and cellphones.

"Woah, hold up, I need to--" Jann begins speaking, but is elbowed in the face by an inadvertent strike. He spins around to attempt to find the culprit, but someone else steps on his foot, causing him to stumble, "I'm lookin for--" He can't catch his balance and is only able to gasp before his feet leave the ground completely.

"Jann! Jann!!" Bayman screams out horrified as he is pulled along with the strong current, dizzy and confused. He figures he could take advantage of the situation by stealing a free grope...or two...but it seems like all these people are men! "Hey, Tokogawa-san! Hiromoto-sama? Takashi-dono?" On the third name, a man turns around at hearing his name. Bayman smirks, "Hey, give me a hand, yea?" Bayman reaches out for his newfound friend, but as the man reaches out uncertainly, he is ripped away from the stampede. Bayman never sees him again.

"NOO!!! Takashi-dono!!" Bayman cries out as he is pulled under and his eyes widen as a thousand different pair of shoes and sandals stomp on his ridiculously large head. He begins flailing angrily, punching and slapping at different legs, but he has no affect on the eternal rush. He simply gives up and covers his head and finds his happy place. Tod and Copper run in a nice meadow, playing hand in hand although they come from two entirely different worlds. Is it possible for a Fox and a Hound Dog to become friends, is there such a world?!

Bayman is pulled out of his happy place as the attack stops and he looks up through a daze and can see the sun again. The rush is over! He pulls himself up and coughs up blood from his internal injuries and then fixes his clothes and looks around. The sidewalk is desolate compared to what it once was. He blinks tears out of his eyes and laughs aloud through triumph,

"I'm alive!!" He begins dancing with his horrible rhythm, but he doesn't care because no one is around to see him.

He does a quick spin, but a loud buzz is heard from behind him and he looks and sees another train coming to a halt. His eyes widen as the sluice gates open once more and thousands of Japanese businessmen appear out of nowhere to reach their new destination. Bayman swallows hard, but doesn't even think to fight it. He fantasizes of a newly transformed Ariel and Alice getting it on in some underwater palace and simply jumps to the ground as he is repeatedly trampled.

Its another hour before Jann and Bayman finally meet up in an entirely different prefecture, more than twenty miles away from the airport. They are both and bruised broken, stumbling across the sidewalk of the small neighborhood.

"There you are..." Jann musters out an indifferent hoarse whisper and Bayman nods and waves, sitting down on the curb,

"I met some nice people..." Bayman reaches into the back of his mouth and pulls out a loose tooth and cringes.

"Fame Douglas's place of business should be around here someplace..." Jann begins, craning his neck to look everywhere at once, "I think. Some sort of Geisha Tea House?"

"I could use an Opium Den right about now..." Bayman sighs and falls backwards and Jann shakes his head,

"You're about a country too late for that..." Jann trails off at hearing three soft voices sounding out from behind them, tucked in a thick of bushes. He quickly spins around and sneaks forwards surreptitiously.

"Buuuut nii-Sama...why do I have to film?" A younger girl cries out as Jann pushes his hands through the bushes, and places his head through to see the scandalous event. A boy about the same age as Jann and Bayman stands in the clearing with two much younger girls, one with the same reddish brown color of hair as himself, and the other with a lavender coloring. Her devilish red eyes are pushed to the eyepiece of a camcorder and the teen and the other girl are sitting on the ground wearing some sort of Native American tribal leathers.

Bayman peaks through beside him and giggles,

"Is this the Japanese telling of Pocahontas and Colin Farrel?" Bayman asks and Jann looks over with a scowl,

"Don't bring that garbage movie up please...wait...what are you talking about?" Bayman 'shushes' him as the boy walks over to the full dressed purple haired girl with a disappointed scowl,

"Listen, Ayane-Chan, you can't be in the movie because we're not 100 related. My audience won't see the same connection between you and I that they would see with me and Kasumi-Chan! You see how she glows over there?" The boy turns and points to the other girl who pouts timidly, sitting on the ground with feathers in her long hair, "Now let's take it from the beginning. Kasumi, start touching yourself and I'll burst onto the scene to scold you."

"But...Hayate-nii-sama...I don't...feel comfortable..." Kasumi begins, tears forming in her large, innocent eyes and Hayate scowls once again and works his way over, his hand clinched into a fist.

"You do realize what's going to happen if you don't do this?" He asks furiously, adjusting his loin cloth and Kasumi looks away,

"No..."

"Let me give you a demonstrati--" Hayate catches a glimpse of the two boys out of the corner of his eye and spins around.

"Ack!" Bayman yells as he loses his balance and comes tumbling out of the bush, shaking it violently, and dislodging Jann beside him. They both tumble out and smash their heads into the hard ground, but quickly stand up and are on the ready. Hayate walks to the two of them with fire in his slanted eyes and places his hands on his well muscled hips threateningly,

"So the Mugen-Tenshin didn't deal with all the hentai peeping toms of Japan after all!"

"Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Bayman stumbles for something to say, but Jann steps forwards, with a better defense than Bayman's, but thats not saying much,

"You see, we're fellow filmmakers so we were simply observing your techniques to offer assistance later on!" Jann answers and Hayate tosses his head back laughing sardonically,

"Balderdash!" He yells and Jann and Bayman both look at each other through confusion at the boy's choice of words, "Listen, what I'm doing here isn't illegal or inappropriate in anyway! I mean, Kasumi may be my sister in real life...but on camera she's Aiki, a forest nymph and I'm Kinji, a War Chief, so what happens between Aiki and Kinji don't reflect upon Hayate and Kasumi, you see, you see?"

Bayman and Jann Lee take a second to digest his ridiculous explanation, but Bayman has only one question,

"What's up with the garbage choice of outfits? All you could dig out of the garbage can?" Bayman bursts into laughter, but is quickly cut off as Hayate slashes quickly with his right hand, catching him underneath the jaw. Bayman squeals loudly as his chubby body lifts off the ground and carries him back into the bush. Jann has no time to react, before Hayate spins to face him with a face of stark vengeance.

"You listen to me, China-boy! You tell anyone about this and I promise you I'll break an eighty minute, re-writable CDR in half and slash your throat with the jagged edge!" Jann begins backing up in terror, but Hayate isn't through, "And after that, I'm going to tie you to a chair and strap a battery to your ears with some nice wires and electrodes. I'm going to run the current through your body until your cooked. I'm then going to toss a blanket over your pitiful corpse and enjoy myself an instant sushi meal right in the same room!"

Sweat drenches Jann from head to toe as Hayate continues pushing him backwards with these twisted, torturous promises, "But I won't be done now will I? What about the police? I'll have to take your body and slash you to bits, toss you in my little sister's easy bake oven and have a nice feast. After that, I'll be free of any apprehension of being caught. I'll simply treat my sisters to a nice delicious white cake and eat until my stomach is satisfied, and then I'll satisfy them, and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it, will you?"

Hayate grabs Jann by the shirt and his psychotic eyes glare deep into his soul, pressed right up against his own,

"And when people ask me, 'Hayate, why? Why did you do it?' I'll simply laugh and respond, 'Because Jann Lee talks too much!' And that'll be the end of it! So what do you have to say?!" Hayate throws Jann backwards stumbling, but Jann keeps his balance and against every ounce of trepidation he's currently feeling, he forces a smile,

"I—uh—I see a Golden Horse award in your future! The people will say Kinji is the best filmmaker in all of Japan!"

"Hayate." Hayate corrects and Jann nods his head quickly,

"Right, right, Hayate. That's my bad," He chuckles nervously and rouses Bayman by shaking him with his foot, "And we'll be going now."

"Walk away." Hayate commands and Jann and Bayman turn and bolt away, not even thinking to look back.

Hayate sighs and turns back towards his sisters and shakes his head,

"What have I become?" He sits down, covering his face disparagingly and Ayane begins to walk towards him with a concerned frown on her face,

"What do you mean, nii-sama?" Hayate barks out laughter and points at Kasumi angrily,

"A forest nymph? How hackneyed have I become? I need to make her some sort of Shinto Priestess! Kinji isn't one to waste his time with some lowly nymph. Now ready that camera, you slave!"

Jann and Bayman drag themselves along, looking for some sort of corner store to ask for directions for this Fame Douglas's Tea House. Their search isn't unfolding successfully because every pedestrian or biker they come across, Jann shies away from and runs the opposite direction. And no one talks to Bayman anyways.

"What about that place?" Bayman points across the street to a lone, scant and poor looking store with a hand painted sign above it that says 'HAYABUSA CURIO'.

"That sounds like some retired Samurai's ultimate plan to capture unsuspecting men and women."

"That kid's got you paranoid." Bayman teases and begins across the street and Jann looks one direction, then the other, and then back before he rushes after him,

"You didn't hear what he said to me!!"

Bayman ignores Jann's cries and pushes open the beaded curtain entrance and as a bell jingles overhead, a man from within yells out,

"Welcome!" Bayman smiles at the warm welcome as he looks around at the vast, well dusted shelves of the store filled with numerous different priceless trinkets and antiques. Jann enters as quietly as he can, holding the bell tight so it doesn't ring when he enters.

"Uh, hello?" Bayman calls out from the entrance, seeking the source of the voice from within the store that is much larger than it appeared from the outside. Jann cautiously ducks behind a tall Samurai statue and stays put, peeking out ever so often to make sure no crafty Japanese get the drop on him. Bayman pulls out a pilfered Japanese/English dictionary from his pocket and thumbs through it, "Uhhh...Konecho-wia?"

Out from the far corner of the store comes a young man, four or five years older than the boys, sweeping his way along with an old straw broom. He wears a white apron over tight fitting black clothes, his long brown hair is tied in a ponytail, and his emerald green eyes could captivate the blind.

"Wow." Bayman says, clearing his throat quickly and raises his hand, "Uh, yo!"

"How can I help you?" The young man asks, but his soft voice isn't the one that greeted them earlier.

"Uhhh, we're seeking directions to Fame Douglas's Tea House."

"Sorry, never heard of it." The young man answers, resting the broom on his arm as he meticulously dusts a row of figurines. Bayman frowns and then looks over his shoulder at the shaking Jann,

"Positive?" He responds and the man tosses his feather duster back into his apron and shakes his head,

"I'm sorry, but I've never heard of such a place. I might ask my father..." He begins to turn around, but Jann bounds forwards, refusing to live in fear any longer.

"Don't be tryin to get reinforcements!" He demands angrily and the young man turns back around startled, "You answer us right now or I'm going to do something unfortunate to you!"

"Where did you come from?" He asks perplexed and Jann grabs his broom away and throws it across the room,
"You Japaneseez know all about sneak attacks, you should've seen that coming!"

"Jann, chill out, he said he didn't know where it was!" Bayman attempts to grab Jann's arm, but Jann counters him and tosses Bayman into the shelf that the teen was just busying himself with. The young man's eyes widen as the antiques crash to the ground and fragments explode all across the wooden floor.

"You want your broom back, sushi boy?" Jann asks with a malicious scowl and the teen looks at the mess, almost with a tear in his sparkling eyes.

"My father's going to kill me...but I suppose you don't care," He sighs sorrowfully, "You're lucky my shift doesn't end until four because I'd punish you, but--"

"So you can't do shit, aint that right, naki-naki?" Jann belittles, reaching into teen's apron and grabbing his duster. He tosses it on the ground among the fragments of broken dreams and laughs, "I had such high hopes for this place, but it's been nothing but annoyances since I've arrived. You leave me no choice but to take it out on you." Jann pushes the taller teen backwards, and receives no retaliation.

"No wise Japanese philosophy? Ehh? Just going to stand there and take it like the baaaka you are?" Jann continues pushing him backwards to the far wall and Bayman picks himself up from the ground, pulling shards out of his hands.

"Jann, cool it!" Bayman scolds and starts forwards, but stops as Jann slams the young man into the wall and grabs a wooden practice sword from a shelf.

"Retribution will be swift!" Jann demands and points the tip at the teen's throat, but Bayman notices the antique face clock on the wall. His eyes widen as the hour clicks over.

A small bell chimes above Jann and his target and they both look up and Jann's throat immediately goes dry.

"My name is Ryu...and...wow...my shift is now over." The young man snatches the wooden sword away from Jann's shaking hands and places it gently back on the shelf. He then places his first two fingers together and holds them in front of his face, "Think well, lest carelessness be your downfall...oh, too late." Ryu flashes forwards and grabs Jann forcefully by the neck, producing a shrieking squeal which echoes throughout Tokyo.