Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive.
Jann and Bayman both lie on white sheeted cots in a small privately owned medical office, recovering from the Super-Ninja's onslaught. Luckily, it was more of their pride that was broken, than their bodies, but then again, Bayman didn't have much to begin with.
"That Ryu Hayabusa is such a nice guy," Bayman says dreamily, lifting his head off his pillow, taking a sip from his juice cup, "He beats up C-class losers like ourselves, and then takes time out of his busy schedule to bring us to the hospital."
Jann rolls over and scowls over at Bayman, lying right beside him in the cramped room,
"If he was going to bring us to heal, he could've just let us off the hook." He groans and the young nurse's aid walks into the room with a giggle,
"That's just not Ryu operates. He's so mature! He punishes evil-doers, but then brings them to convalesce. It's like giving the, 'I'm not mad at you, just don't f'ck with me again' speech."
"Good thing he knows you, Kureha, or we might've had pay." Bayman perks up, smiling at alluring, black haired Kureha wearing a multi-colored kimono. She nods her head as she checks his bandages,
"And since you guys apologized, I guess I could give you a little bit of a treat." Kureha says with a certain coquettish sparkle in her eye and Bayman leans forwards captivated,
"A treat? Is that figurative or physical because I need to know!"
Kureha dives her small, delicate hands to her obi-sash around her waist and Bayman begins rubbing his hands together, but she simply retrieves a small ticket from tucked behind it. He groans and leans back on his pillow disappointed, but she still proffers it to him,
"It's good for two I think. And Green Tea is good for healing...not to mention...the girls allow their arms up to the elbow to be seen!" Kureha blushes at the scandalous thought and Bayman scoffs.
"The elbow? Yea...that's way sexy." Un-enthused, he snatches the ticket away and without even looking at it, flicks it to the floor. Kureha pouts as she crosses her arms,
"My friend Kokoro even works there." Kureha bends down and picks it up, but this time holds it out to Jann, "You seem to be the leader of your guys' duo anyways." Jann scowls angrily, still broken inside, but he takes the ticket anyways. It might sell for something.
He begins to shove it into his pocket, but he sees a recognizable insignia on the corner of the ticket. The same he saw on the Internet...all that long time ago. His eyes widen to their fullest capacity as he reads the name of the company aloud,
"Fame Douglas's Green Geisha Tea House!" He leaps up all at once, standing on his two feet and completely rejuvenated. He holds both hands up and laughs, holding the ticket in his fist, "Kureha, if you weren't Japanese, I'd kiss you!" He holds her tightly in his arms, and then bounces backwards and does a quick C-Walk.
"What the hell, dude? You got an elbow fetish?" Bayman's idiotic confusion is evident on his blank face, but Jann doesn't stop celebrating. He grabs the defibrillator paddles connected to the EKG machine and rubs them together, but Kureha grabs his arm before he tries to explode his heart,
"That's just not smart." Jann looks over his shoulder at Kureha, and then back at the looming electric paddles and wisely puts them down.
"Kureha, I have nothing to give you...but this one piece of advice." Jann runs his hands through his silky hair and grabs Kureha's hand gently, "If one day you're working at some Sacred Shrine and a man with blue fire as a face approaches you...don't try impede him. Just run like hell. He's up to no good." Jann then spins around without another word and rushes out of the office.
"He's such a nice guy. What great advice he gave me!" Kureha smiles, holding her fluttering heart and Bayman shrugs as he stands up off his cot,
"Like that'll ever happen."
Bayman finds Jann outside in the haze of early dusk and watches as he barters with a bicyclist, attempting to trade some of the money Leifang gave him for the rickety, rusted bike.
"C'mon, bro, you can walk back to Osaka, but I need this bike!" Jann demands and Bayman lifts an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder at the line of taxis waiting for customers.
"Uh, Jann? Are you feeling alright?" Bayman asks and Jann comes running at him, pure elation on his once hopeless face,
"This is it, Bayman! The end of my search! I'm less than an hour away from Fame Douglas himself! Look at the address!" Jann pushes the ticket into Bayman's hand and laughs, "Hell, keep it, I've already memorized it!" Bayman takes a long breathe and then pats Jann on the shoulder sorrowfully,
"Then this is where we part." He states and Jann's laughter subsides slightly,
"What do you mean? You're not coming with?"
"I'm not trying to enter the fighting tournament. I don't see myself doing that silly stuff. We were going to part in Japan anyways, lets rip off the band-aid right here and now." Bayman suggests, wiping his nose and Jann nods his head with a comforting smile,
"Have fun with your Japanese girls then, Bayman. I'm rooting for you...and sorry for getting us beat up by a ninja in an apron."
"I'm sorry for getting us stuck on a plane to China...terrorized by a madman..."
"Yea, I still don't remember much of that." Jann answers, rubbing his forehead and Bayman ponders for a second,
"Did Vegeta remember all the terrible deeds he committed when he was Majin?
"Who?" Jann asks and Bayman laughs,
"It's not important. Good luck against the greatest fighters in the world." Bayman thrusts his hand out and Jann takes it in his bandaged and shakes.
The two boys board separate red taxis and drive off in different directions. Bayman leans back on the comfortable seat of his and speaks to the driver,
"Hey, Hoshino-san?" No response, "Kobayashi-sama?" Still nothing, "Shimada-kun?" The young driver turns around with a smile and Bayman smirks, "Take me to some girls. Yea? Hai?" The driver nods his head and turns back around and Bayman laughs and leans back in his seat.
The taxi ride lasts for about an hour, diving deep into the center of Tokyo's nightlife. The sparkling lights of the towering city remind Bayman of what Christmas would have been like if there had been any such a thing at the dreadful orphanage. He looks out the dark window at all the beautiful women crowding the sidewalks, wearing such awesome mini-skirts.
"Hey, Shimada-san, stop here!" Bayman orders and the taxi driver pulls over to the curb and Bayman laughs aloud.
He hands the driver a bundle of cash which lights the man's eyes up like supernovas and Bayman tosses open the door and steps out into the cool air as the taxi speeds away with Shimada laughing triumphantly. Bayman surveys the area in elation and decides that he could drop dead at this moment and be content with his meaningless life, but if he did that, of course, he wouldn't get any silky booty. Bayman ogles the scenery before he catches a group of creatively dressed girls and rushes towards them.
"Ohayo Gozaimasu!!" Bayman greets them with one of his memorized phrases and they all burst into giggles and continue walking, whispering and looking over their shoulders at him as they walk. Bayman smirks and winks at them, but as he turns to follow, he accidentally bumps into another girl, this one even hotter! His heart races as he dives into his pocket, groping for his little assistant and finally grabs a hold. He pulls the dictionary from his pocket and immediately begins thumbing through.
"Umm...Nengappi hizuke?" He asks, leaning forwards hopefully and she looks at him strangely and then answers hesitantly,
"Uh, June fifteen." She answers in impressive Engrish, and then continues walking and Bayman scratches his head perplexed. He then looks back down at the dictionary and scowls,
"No, no, not that type of date! I meant--" He trips over his own shoes and collides with a young couple holding hands and they become entangled, attempting to catch their balance, but all three slam to the hard concrete.
"Just where do you think you're touching?" The man asks furiously and Bayman swallows as he looks down at his hand rested firmly where it doesn't belong on the man. He attempts to pull his hand away, but the man grabs him by the throat, much stronger than he appears and pulls a katana out of nowhere. Bayman struggles uselessly to escape, but it's no use. The man begins to swing, but his wife steps forwards with her hands outstretched.
"Don't kill him, sweetie, look at him." She pleads and Bayman looks over thankfully.
"But, Ayame, he touched my..." The woman shakes her head adamantly and the man groans and sets Bayman back down. He smiles gratefully at the beautiful woman's sympathy, and—wait, or is that pity?
"Look at him, Shiden, he's as helpless as a retarded dog with one leg and half a tail." Ayame points out and the man laughs and nods his head,
"Nature will take it's course, who am I to intercede?" Bayman looks at one and then the other through the personal affront, but Shiden simply takes a hold of Ayame's hand and they continue walking, "Besides, this blade is meant to punish that useless son of ours anyways." Bayman stands up and shakes his fist at their retreating backs,
"Why not mention my ringworm and dysentery, you bastards!" Bayman screams and a pretty girl that was about to tap him on the shoulder steps backwards and runs away in horror.
Bayman turns around scowling and begins walking down the street, but a voice off to his side catches his attention,
"Hey, cutie." Bayman spins at once and looks at a shrouded figure down an alley and rubs his chin. He should know better than this, he watches the news...
"Yes?" Bayman runs down the alley to get a better look and smirks at seeing long silky black hair and a cute purple kimono, but that heavy white makeup is a bit much. Almost like it was applied thickly to conceal something...
"Do you wanna have a fun time?" The person asks and Bayman thinks the voice is a bit deeper than it should be, but maybe this Japanese woman is a heavy smoker. And not to mention those broad shoulders. Something just isn't right...well maybe she's like that chick from the Venture Brothers.
"I'm trying to, but the girls here just don't respond to me like they should. In Europe, I had a different girl every day." Bayman lies, attempting to impress her, but he's not so sure it worked. The 'lady of the evening' reaches out and places her hand on Bayman's shoulder gently. Wait...is that hair?
"I might be able to help you alleviate some of that frustration." Bayman looks up and studies 'her' appearance once more before making his decision.
"Woah, wait, what's that swelling bump on your throat there?" Bayman asks suspiciously and 'she' clears 'her' throat quickly and giggles deeply,
"I use it so much...when I work...if you know what I mean." Bayman's eyes light up,
"I sure do!" He dives into his pocket, fumbling around for his remaining money, "I'm sold. So do I pay you now or--" Bayman is cut off in mid sentence as a hard object smacks him in the back of the head and he falls forwards on his face.
He recovers and looks down and laughs gleefully,
"Oh, sweet! Vonage!" He stands up, cradling his free present as tires squeal away and he rushes back towards the opening of the alley, leaving his friend standing by her/himself. The van leaves his view and Bayman scowls, angry that they got away before they could tell him what exactly this product is. He starts to turn back around, but a black limo pulls up in front of him.
Bayman curiously leans forwards towards the shady looking limo and the tinted window rolls down and reveals an average looking white girl with blond hair, really nothing special about her.
"Hey, sweetie." She says and Bayman looks down at his box,
"Do you know how to work this thing?" The woman slaps the box out of Bayman's hands and points her finger in his face,
"You pay attention, okay? You look desperate and easy, so listen. I've got the best Harajuku Hookers in all of Japan. They are super cute and I even named them myself."
"You do realize, even minorities are born with names and you can't just steal them and re-name them, right?" Bayman asks and the woman points her finger back in his face,
"I'm a fan of mutton okay? So if I want to change their names so they spell out LAMB, I'll do it! Now, how much money do you have?" She demands and clueless Bayman pulls out his remaining money and counts it front of her,
"Uhhh, about two hundred dollars?"
"Woah! What a coincidence, that's how much I charge." She snatches the money away and Bayman jumps up and down and does a Tiger Woods celebration,
"Yes!"
"Now...which hotel are you in?" The woman finally asks and Bayman quickly looks around and points to a tall building,
"That one."
"Try again, that's Karaoke." She answers and Bayman spins around and points across the street,
"That one! Room 315!" He waits for the correction, but doesn't receive it and chuckles smugly.
"Good, wait thirty minutes and you'll have the best three minutes of your life." The window rolls up and Bayman steps away as the limo speeds away.
Bayman clicks his heals together, spins around and waves to his alley friend,
"Hey, change of plans, I'm gonna hook up with someone else. Sorry, cutie." 'She' shrugs her shoulders and scratches down low, slouching against the wall,
"No problem, dawg, I'll hitchu lata."