Author's Notes: Thanks for reviewing. I'm having writer's block. A severe case of it. Oh and I have lots of school work. And Martial Arts!!
TigerEyes: Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying this.
Trenay: Another reviewer! Yay! I agree with you, on the DOA category having less stories than most of the other fighting game categories. The DOA category has less stories, than all the other categories, except for the Soul Blade(Soul Calibur) category. Even though DOA has a better storyline, than other games. Anyway, I'm glad you like this ^_^! By the way, don't worry about the flamers, flamers are usual closeminded fools, who flame stories, because they're jealous that they don't have enough brain capacity to come up, with something. Oh and you know, you weren't sounding stupid or anything. I hope you continue to read. And review!
Forgotten* From the top, to the bottom. Bottom to top, at the core,
I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts, taken far from my safety,
The pictures there, the memory won't escapte me, so why should I care?
There's a place, so dark you can't see the end, skies cock back and...
Shock that which can't defend, the rain dripping, acidic question.
Powerfully, the force of suggestion, then with the eyes tightly shut, looking
Through the rust and hot dust, a spot of light pours lightly over the rusty world of pretend, the ease eyes open and it's dark again*
- Forgotten, Linkin Park
Kisho looked up, he had received an amount of mail. He saw the usual amount of shopping pamphlets, grocery store coupons and different advertisements. He hated the piles of mail, which came every week. A piece of paper fell out of the pile. Kisho's eyes scanned the paper.
Oh great, not another letter, He thought and started to wonder where he had gotten his pessimistic attitude from. He picked up the letter.
" Fujimoto Takai. You have defeated Jason Lee, and have won your qualifying round. You will proceed to the next battle." Kisho read. He put the letter down.
That didn't tell me anything. At all. Kisho thought. He started to search through his bag. He was scanning it for a newspaper. He had stole one, the other day, when he was waiting at the Police Office. He remember an interesting article. Damn it. What was the title of that article? Right now, I'm really paranoid. No wonder why I'm asking myself questions and talking to myself.
Kisho looked in his bag, again. Making sure, he had looked everywhere. No sight of it.
DOATEC. If the article was about DOATEC, then there would be information about it in one of the many DOATEC databases. But the question was what part of DOATEC was it about? No. I should forget about this, even though I know alot about computers. But is it really enough to hack into one of the most advanced databases? No. But it's worth a try....
He stood up, and decided get ready to leave. He would go to watch the qualifying fights. He changed into a pair of jeans and a hooded sweater.
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Kisho watched another group of fighters, they were talking about whatever they could possibly taker interest in. Not that, it would be something he care about. At all. But the bottom line, was that they were having a discussion. He walked by them, unnoticed. He didn't wanted to be noticed. He wasn't very social, quite the opposite. He didn't want to be social, either. He didn't want to be like, everyone else. And luckily, he wasn't. Kisho was an outsider.
Right now, he was standing next to big screen TV, monitored by a computer. All the fights were written, with their locations, fight time and the essential information, the opponent. He scrolled through name after name, for his own. Fujimoto Takai. There he found it. In Japan, they always put the family name before the given name. Location. The snow cave. Fight time. Untill opponent is knocked out. That was all, Kisho read, before leaving. He didn't give a damn about, who he was fighting. The only thing, that Kisho didn't want with victory was fame. The fighters, who had won the previous tournaments, were very famous.
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Kisho arrived at the snow cave. The icy snow, was lying on the ground. Covering it, filling every inch of it. He made his way over the thick blanket of ice. He looked at the starting possition. In the middle of the cave. He looked at the blue color, the snow looked like, isolated from the sun. Long pieces of ice, were hanging from the top of the cave. A pair of footsteps were heard. Another person, presumably a fighter, was staring him down. The two pair of eyes shifted, direction and stared away. Kisho looked at the stranger. A young girl stood there. She stod there, facing the wall. She took of her jacket and threw it to the ground. Kisho wondered what the hell, had possessed the girl, into wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans shorts, in this type of weather. Two long ponytails with red color, coming from each side of her head, framed her face, delicately. She didn't look that tough, but probably was. Anyone, who had came this far, must have been. Well, if not they bought their way into the tournament. Some fighters did that, Tina Armstrong was one of them. At the last tournament, she got her ass kicked, and handed back to her, after being beaten to a bloody pulp. By Ayane. She had what was coming for her. And deserved it.
Kisho walked up, to the girl. She began to speak.
" Get out MY way, or I'll kick your ass!" The girl said, with a smooth and somewhat childish voice. She made a pose, as if there were cameras there.
This girl's stupid. But I can't underestimate my opponent. He thought to himself. As he just muttered a few words.
" I don't think, that's possible. So, let's get over with this quick, I don't think you want to wreck yourself," Kisho exclaimed. The girl looked very angry. Her cheeks were red, and the color was tinting on to the rest of her face. The girl stood in a stance. Kisho guessed that she was either a Kobudo fighter or a Kung Fu fighter. Kisho looked at her.
" Angelina Peterson VS. Takai Fujimoto! Fight!"
The fight started. The girl jumped on to Kisho, executing fine kicks. Only to be blocked at sent to the ground. The girl, angrily rose to her feet. She quickly started strike. She went to her side, and bent while doing it. A back kick flew attacking Kisho. It was powerful. The teenage girl took her opportunity. She attacked Kisho, quickly sending him to the ground. Where, she jumped up high and executed a low sommersault make her left leg kick Kisho's side, as she landed. Kisho recovered from the assault, and connected his fist to her stomach and attacked. The girl landed on the ground, it took her a while to recover from the tremendous blow. Kisho kicked her during her recovery, making it worse. She grabbed his leg, pulling it towards her and making him fall. He landed. The girl attacked. He got up and sidestepped, executed a kick. She screamed in pain. The girl was angry, she had control and doubted victory in this battle. She attacked him, smashing her fist against his face. Quicker and harder. Painful. The move was very painful, even for such a skilled fighter as himself. He punched her and managed to land a perfect roundhouse. Just like his parents taught him. A perfect combo, was finished by a sommersault like move, after punch after punch. He attacke, gripping her arm, and pushing it down after kicking her feet of the ground. The girl fell to the ground. After, stumbling to the ground her self confidence was gone. He kicked her alot. The girl stumbled backwards, her head beating against the stone cold ground. A hard sound, followed by a scream, was heard as she hit the ground. The fight was over. Kisho waited for the girl to regain consciousness, before saying some final words. She sat on the hard ground.
" Well, I don't remember telling you about my fighting skills." Kisho said, the girl wiped tears away from her face. And ran away, disappearing quickly. After a few minutes, she was out of sight.
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Knock. Knock. Kisho jolted up, from his bed and opened the door. Yuki was there. He let her in, wondering what she wanted.
" Hi. I wanted to talk you, about something. It's important." Yuki said, she walked towards the TV. Putting a CD, into the DVD machine, that was part of the Playstation 2. He wondered what it was.
" Look." Yuki said, blankly. Kisho watched the screen. A fight was on.
He saw a forest, it was probably a fighting location. Two figures appeared. He recognized Yuki, as one of them and the other one was unrecognizable to him. Yuki did the classical 'Get out of my way' taunt, which her mother always had done. She might not have been the most arrogant person alive, but she sure was different in battle. She changed from being a shy, yet talkative girl to something a whole lot different. Her emerald eyes met his amber eyes. He had always liked her, but would never admit it to himself. However, the truth was that he didn't need anyone. He was just fine, by himself. Never once, did he think about it.
His thoughts drifted on to the fight, he was watching. He noticed that other fighter, was Ken Kageri. He watched how Yuki blocked and hit Ken. The fight was spectacular. Yuki clasped her hands, together, and opened them realising a blue beam. Ken put his arms in a cross. Kisho knew that he would get hit and probably lie motionless on the ground, for a while. Miracles can happen and in this case, it did. The beam hit back striking against Yuki, who ducked it. The fight time was luckily over and the fight ended in a tie. Yuki pressed a small button, on the remote control which allowed the TV to shut, after the DVD stopped.
" What the Hell?" Kisho asked, waiting for an answer. Yuki got of the bed, and walked around in circles, while answering.
" Only a ninja would know what to do with that attack, I have this strong feeling that this guy is a ninja. And the stranger thing is that I really think he has a connection to-" Yuki said, and her voice trailed of.
" To what?" Kisho asked, bringing the sentence to a quick end. Yuki looked at him, hesistantly.
" Look. I had received a letter from my father, informing me about a demon known as Fudoki, who has somehow, appeared and has killed several ninja clans. The rumours go as him, being after Kasumi, a ninja who ran away seventeen years ago. He's also thought of as being the reborn version of Raidou, my grandfather. The man, who Kasumi killed to help her brother. If he's after Kasumi, he'll destroy any ninja in his way. These demons usually appear in the tournaments, during the last fight. The final one. When, I was fighting this fighter, I had this feeling that he was a ninja, with some relation to Kasumi." Yuki explained. The ninja girl continued. " You probably think I'm weird, but I'm usually right about my feelings and have good insincts, as far as that is concerned."
Author's Notes: A cliffhanger.....! I know, I know. I'm a very cliffhanger friendly person. Anyway, this chapter probably is weird, this last time, I've been in altered state of mind, I'm very confused, that explains the weirdness of this chapter.