A.N. Okay. this is my first DOA ficcy, and I hope that it is good. I have
only played DOA3 on my beloved X-Box, (Yes!! After a three hour love affair
with the damned machine, I beat the entire story mode on the 'very hard'
setting!!) so I don't know much else beyond that, except that Hayabusa won
the last DOA tournament. (Who won the first one? Just curious!!)
ALRIGHTY THEN!!! Here's the 411 on this fic. I LOVE Brad, just look at my
character stats, and that will become extremely obvious!! (Hehe, I love to
play with Brad. wait that sounded wrong!! Naughty me!! =b!!) Kasumi comes
in a not so close second, but for totally different reasons!! (Mainly, she
is a kick ass fighter!!!) Since DOA3 has multiple endings. I choose the one
where Hayabusa wins. (If you haven't played DOA3, it is OKAY!!! Cause the
ending really isn't important, just knowing who won is!) I also hope to do
more fics like this one, but each one concentrating on individual
characters, and their connections to other characters, and my own original
characters (hehe, gotta love my original characters!!). I donno, it's just
another idea floating around in the endless void between my ears!! If you
wanna see what the hell I'm talking about, just check out Celestial Dragon.
Anyways. I hope that you enjoy the fic!! And please R&R!! Disclaimer: Meh own not DOA3, or it's characters, but I do own all my original characters, so no stealing!!!
Brad Wong sat hunched over the bar, totally immersed in his drink. It had been more than two weeks since the end of the third Dead or Alive Tournament, and Hayabusa had (not surprisingly) clenched another tournament win. The young Japanese shinobi's skills were beginning to wear on Brad's nerves. //Next tournament, I swear he *will* be defeated!!\\ the martial artist thought bitterly, dousing his rage with more sake. He wasn't drunk. *yet*, which was surprising seeing as he had had two bottles of sake already, just feeling very relaxed. More relaxed than he had felt in a long time. He looked around the dimly lit bar through slightly blurred golden eyes. He had come so close to winning. if only Ayane hadn't managed to dodge his last attack, he would have won, and faced Hayabusa himself, who knows after that? Maybe he would have won, and then faced the infamous Genra (who was most defiantly *NOT* a drink as his master had lead him to believe) . he sighed, pouring the last of the sake from his bottle into his small cup, and downing the now lukewarm liquid in a single gulp. //Why even front the money to enter if when I get so close, some purple haired ninja freak takes what should be mine away from me?!\\ Brad thought. After the tournament was over, Brad decided to stay in Japan for a couple weeks before heading back to China, and take in the sights. and drinks. "Hey, gimme another bottle of sake!" the light blue haired combatant ordered. The bartender eyed the man before him warily. "You've already had two bottles, maybe you should." "Just gimme another damned bottle!!" Brad ordered banging his fist down on the counter. The bartender shrugged, and passed Brad his bottle. The bells over the door jingled, singling another costumer, and a young woman sat next to Brad. "What can I do ya for?" the bartender asked, leaning over the bar, and cleaning a glass. "I'll have a warm bottle of sake," she said. The bartender smiled, and moved off to fulfill her order. The young woman rested her elbows on the bar, resting her chin on her palm. "You really are pathetic, you know?" she said. Brad looked over at her. She was an attractive woman, around her mid twenties, with raven black hair set in a thick braid that hung down past her waist. "Excuse me?" he asked. "You heard me. You are a pathetic man, Brad Wong!" "Um, do I know you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She turned to him, her cobalt blue eyes burning into him. "I should hope so!!" "Xenia!?" he asked, nearly falling off his stool, having to grab onto the bar to keep from doing so. "To think that I have been looking for you for two weeks, and I fail to look in the most obvious place, a bar!" "What. I'm lost. You have been looking for me? Why? I thought we parted ways back in Hong Kong four years ago, vowing to end our relationship by never crossing paths again." Brad massaged his temples closing his eyes; he was starting to get a headache. He couldn't decide if it was from the sake, or Xenia's sudden appearance. "We did, but after the DOA Tournament, I decided to find you again. You always where a miserable drunk. that's why I left you, and I can see that nothing has changed. Ah, thanks," she said to the bartender when he handed her the sake bottle. "Now that's a low blow, Xenia Quan!! Why are you here?" "I told you, I have been looking for you since you lost the tournament." "But *why*?!" he demanded through clenched teeth, gripping his sake bottle in his hand. "Because, I haven't stopped loving you, even after all this time, and I thought that I would finally forgive you, and see if we could start over again!!" Brad rose from the bar, and forked over a wad of cash. "What were your words? Ah, yes. 'You are a pathetic drunk. And I never want to see you again as long as I live.' I see that not much has changed for you, either. You still see me as nothing more than a drunk. Once something is broken, no matter how hard you try to fix it, it will never be the same again! You shouldn't have come!" Tears filled the young woman's eyes. "That may be true, Brad, but if that something is very important to the two people, and they try hard enough, they can make it into something completely new." Brad laughed. "I don't know what the hell possessed you to come and find me, but whatever it was, it was sorely misguided! I'm leaving now, just like you did back then, and don't follow me!" Brad shouted as he left the bar, flipping his long queue over his shoulder. A tear slid down Xenia's cheek as she covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Brad," she whispered as she wiped her eyes, and paid her tab. She walked out of the bar, and opened the door to her black Mustang convertible parked just outside of the bar next to the curb. She watched in the rearview mirror as Brad walked down the street, and out of her life for the second time. Putting the car into gear, she drove off, praying to the gods that Brad would somehow find it in his heart to forgive her. Xenia knew that she had hurt him, but he had managed to fall in love with her the first time, and he knew the risks.he knew her family's dark reputation. She hadn't wanted to call off their relationship all those years ago, but her family had intervened, and forced her to, saying that if she didn't, they would have him eliminated. Xenia had never told Brad that, knowing that he would never understand her commitment to her family. He would have insisted that they run away together and leave it all behind. But at that time, running away wasn't an option. However, now that her family had disowned her for other reasons, she searched to right the wrongs of her past, and hopefully win back Brad's affection.
A.N. Okay, so the first chapter sucks. I hope that the ones to come (?) are better!! (It all really depends on your reaction! Its not like I need this fic to keep me busy, I have about a million others that I am working on!!) Please R&R!! Ja, SNM
Anyways. I hope that you enjoy the fic!! And please R&R!! Disclaimer: Meh own not DOA3, or it's characters, but I do own all my original characters, so no stealing!!!
Brad Wong sat hunched over the bar, totally immersed in his drink. It had been more than two weeks since the end of the third Dead or Alive Tournament, and Hayabusa had (not surprisingly) clenched another tournament win. The young Japanese shinobi's skills were beginning to wear on Brad's nerves. //Next tournament, I swear he *will* be defeated!!\\ the martial artist thought bitterly, dousing his rage with more sake. He wasn't drunk. *yet*, which was surprising seeing as he had had two bottles of sake already, just feeling very relaxed. More relaxed than he had felt in a long time. He looked around the dimly lit bar through slightly blurred golden eyes. He had come so close to winning. if only Ayane hadn't managed to dodge his last attack, he would have won, and faced Hayabusa himself, who knows after that? Maybe he would have won, and then faced the infamous Genra (who was most defiantly *NOT* a drink as his master had lead him to believe) . he sighed, pouring the last of the sake from his bottle into his small cup, and downing the now lukewarm liquid in a single gulp. //Why even front the money to enter if when I get so close, some purple haired ninja freak takes what should be mine away from me?!\\ Brad thought. After the tournament was over, Brad decided to stay in Japan for a couple weeks before heading back to China, and take in the sights. and drinks. "Hey, gimme another bottle of sake!" the light blue haired combatant ordered. The bartender eyed the man before him warily. "You've already had two bottles, maybe you should." "Just gimme another damned bottle!!" Brad ordered banging his fist down on the counter. The bartender shrugged, and passed Brad his bottle. The bells over the door jingled, singling another costumer, and a young woman sat next to Brad. "What can I do ya for?" the bartender asked, leaning over the bar, and cleaning a glass. "I'll have a warm bottle of sake," she said. The bartender smiled, and moved off to fulfill her order. The young woman rested her elbows on the bar, resting her chin on her palm. "You really are pathetic, you know?" she said. Brad looked over at her. She was an attractive woman, around her mid twenties, with raven black hair set in a thick braid that hung down past her waist. "Excuse me?" he asked. "You heard me. You are a pathetic man, Brad Wong!" "Um, do I know you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She turned to him, her cobalt blue eyes burning into him. "I should hope so!!" "Xenia!?" he asked, nearly falling off his stool, having to grab onto the bar to keep from doing so. "To think that I have been looking for you for two weeks, and I fail to look in the most obvious place, a bar!" "What. I'm lost. You have been looking for me? Why? I thought we parted ways back in Hong Kong four years ago, vowing to end our relationship by never crossing paths again." Brad massaged his temples closing his eyes; he was starting to get a headache. He couldn't decide if it was from the sake, or Xenia's sudden appearance. "We did, but after the DOA Tournament, I decided to find you again. You always where a miserable drunk. that's why I left you, and I can see that nothing has changed. Ah, thanks," she said to the bartender when he handed her the sake bottle. "Now that's a low blow, Xenia Quan!! Why are you here?" "I told you, I have been looking for you since you lost the tournament." "But *why*?!" he demanded through clenched teeth, gripping his sake bottle in his hand. "Because, I haven't stopped loving you, even after all this time, and I thought that I would finally forgive you, and see if we could start over again!!" Brad rose from the bar, and forked over a wad of cash. "What were your words? Ah, yes. 'You are a pathetic drunk. And I never want to see you again as long as I live.' I see that not much has changed for you, either. You still see me as nothing more than a drunk. Once something is broken, no matter how hard you try to fix it, it will never be the same again! You shouldn't have come!" Tears filled the young woman's eyes. "That may be true, Brad, but if that something is very important to the two people, and they try hard enough, they can make it into something completely new." Brad laughed. "I don't know what the hell possessed you to come and find me, but whatever it was, it was sorely misguided! I'm leaving now, just like you did back then, and don't follow me!" Brad shouted as he left the bar, flipping his long queue over his shoulder. A tear slid down Xenia's cheek as she covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Brad," she whispered as she wiped her eyes, and paid her tab. She walked out of the bar, and opened the door to her black Mustang convertible parked just outside of the bar next to the curb. She watched in the rearview mirror as Brad walked down the street, and out of her life for the second time. Putting the car into gear, she drove off, praying to the gods that Brad would somehow find it in his heart to forgive her. Xenia knew that she had hurt him, but he had managed to fall in love with her the first time, and he knew the risks.he knew her family's dark reputation. She hadn't wanted to call off their relationship all those years ago, but her family had intervened, and forced her to, saying that if she didn't, they would have him eliminated. Xenia had never told Brad that, knowing that he would never understand her commitment to her family. He would have insisted that they run away together and leave it all behind. But at that time, running away wasn't an option. However, now that her family had disowned her for other reasons, she searched to right the wrongs of her past, and hopefully win back Brad's affection.
A.N. Okay, so the first chapter sucks. I hope that the ones to come (?) are better!! (It all really depends on your reaction! Its not like I need this fic to keep me busy, I have about a million others that I am working on!!) Please R&R!! Ja, SNM