Epilogue ( or prolog)
Rated: R
Author's notes: Ahh the end... parting is such sweet sorrow, right?... In any case to all those who read this, thanks a lot, it is really great to get reviews... Well, let the end or beginning begin....
Disclaimer: don't own, not mine
( 0 hours 27 min. and 35 seconds before the start of the first DOA tournament)
It was a dark and desolate time. A time where old orders were failing and new ones were raising. IT was a time of revolution and change. A time when progress would smash threw any obstacle that dared stand in it's way. A time of death and birth. The deal had been struck, and the new order was now merely a matter of time. The tournament would serve as the bate and the son of man would fall tonight. He would fall at the hands of an assassin who spoke with a Russian accent. The fall of man and the rise of mutants created by science was just now starting. And the new order was just dawning.
It was on this stage that Raidou found himself. He was then first of a newer and better humanity, a humanity enhanced by nano technology. He had acquired what he had sought most from a man who may as well have been Satan. This 'gift' had come at a high price, for he had reveled the location of the shinobi's sanctuary and, as far as he knew, the names 2 people descended from his line. He was, of corse, the greatest marshal artiest the world had ever known. It seemed to many that he was a shoe in for this new tournament sponsored by Fame Dugless.
It had been two years since his rape and subsequent exile from his home, but he didn't care. Change was the only constant, you could either be by it's side or under it's feat, so he thought. He had seen some people there and heard some names that he had not uttered for nearly 2 years. He knew of Digital Origin Alliance Tech ( DOA for short) plain and subsequent execution which resulted in the abduction of his brother's son. He also knew of the presence of his sister no doubt on a mission to find him. There was one unknown however and both he and DOA Tech kept coming back to it. It was the presence of one young girl with far to serous eyes and lavender hair. She was not the offspring of any of the shinobi that he had known nor did she show up in any modern system nor had she ever fought in a tournament besides this one. The other competitor's histories were know, but her's was shrouded in mystery.. She seemed to be a ghost.
He stood in a room that had far to many refinements to reflect his taste. The room belonged to his new god, Donovan. It had books covering three of the 4 walls. On the 4th was the door to the outside area of the stadium and two paintings. The first was one entitled 'expulsion from Eden' the second was entitled ' resurrection.' Both of these held some religious significance but Raidou did not care enough to learn what they meant. The room had a desk and a few chair lay in a pattern typical of an office. The thing that struck Raidou was the lack of real sunlight. The only light that entered the room was from a bulb that was hidden below an ornate glass structure. Even with this the light seemed fake, it seemed cold and artificial and far to bright to be real. He stood with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, focusing on the task at hand.
He was not the one who would kill Fame and usher in the new era. The link between him and Donovan would be to easy to find. So his only real job was to put on a good show until the assassin was ready to begin. It wasn't a shame of a tournament, the entries were real and some had come simply to take on the legend Raidou. It may as well have been though, Raidou was assured of his victory.
It was in this mood, in this room and standing in the same way that she found him. She had snuck past the security, an easy task for someone of her skills and was about to fulfill one of her two goals. She had come to the tournament for two reasons, the first was that the elders had requested her to. She had come to 'discover' her half sister's reason for leaving. If the rules about leaving the clan had been harsh before Raidou had left, now they were downright ludicrous. It had come to a point where any reason, even saving your brother, was not enough. She would, of corse, kill her sister. The elders had sent her not because of her loyalty or long standing respect with the clan, they had sent her because of her power. She was the only one who could stop her sister. Now she saw her chance to avenge herself upon fate and to prove that she was more then a burden and a bastered child.
The second reason was the one that she wouldn't admit to herself but which lingered, like the faint smell of goods baked long ago, was why she stood outside this door. She wanted to look upon the face of the man who had caused her to exist. It was because of him that Ayame was dead, for if he hadn't raped her, then she would not have died during child birth. Ayame's third child was alone in a society where birth meant everything. She was the spawn of a fallen god. She wasn't sure why she wanted to meet him, nor did she know what she hoped to gain, but a part of her seemed inexorable drawn to that location, as fish are guided inexorable to the sea.
She took a breath and opened the door. He seemed to be in a trance like state, but as soon as he knew she didn't belong, he prepared himself for a battle. They gazed upon each other and Raidou felt some strange kinship to this girl.
" Who are you and what do you want. Speak quickly for I have no qualms about killing you now, as opposed to in the ring..." Raidou said, in the same lifeless and empty voice that he now always spoke with.
" I am.... I am your daughter... Ayane" She said. She did her best to remain stoic, but the word 'daughter' seemed to bear out a part of her soul.
Raidou's only response was laughter. Unlike most laughter, this seemed wrong and out of place. It was as strange as a storm finding sympathy or a earthquake remorse. Nothing else about him changed, not even his eyes and it seemed that the sound must have been coming from another place. But the movement of his lips confirmed that it was he who produced the horrid sound. At last his inhuman laughter subsided and he gazed upon her. " That is not possible, I have no children... And if I did they would not be as weak or pathetic as you are..."
" How dare you... You have never even fought me, how can you call me weak.... you arrogant..." Her tone steadily increased. No one had called her a weak or any other name ever since she had come to the point where she could kill them. Indeed she had always moved about the village with people loathing her, but in more modern times she when she moved they viewed her with something new, fear. This was the first time she had been taunted since her childhood, when she was too weak to stand up for herself, and she would have killed any other person where he stood. She couldn't kill him yet though, for with him rested the secret to her past.
He interrupted her words and thoughts with this " Dada will come and help you" He said this phrase not with the love that children are accustomed to hearing such things with, but with spite and loathing. Each letter seemed to drip with pure hate. This was the first time that Raidou had felt something within himself. And he felt this because, contained in her delict features, he saw himself, and he hated that image of who he had once been most of all. She seemed, to him, the embodiment of another possible outcome, a representation of what may have been. And he hated it.
She could not contain her rage anymore, and she charged Raidou. He avoided her blow, with ease and as he held her on the ground, her arm behind her back, in a position in which she couldn't move, he whispered ' I can kill you any time I want, little girl, remember that well. You have a choice, either you die now, or you face the one whom you hate more then me. You face your sister. If you beat her then you will have a shot at me, but not until then. So what will it be, death or killing?"
She did not answer. And it was at that moment that something happened to him. There was a movement in what had once been still and a voice in that which had once been emptiness. He looked upon her and felt something he could not explain. Of corse it wasn't enough to stop him from doing what he had set out to do, nor would it have stopped him from killing her, but it was enough to offer some semblance of hope. This moment was short lived as he let her back up
In the end Fame was killed and a new order was begun. Raidou was killed by Kasumi and Ayane, humiliated, returned empty handed to the village, hating her sister even more. Raidou never got a chance to tell Donovan that a third child that carried his genes existed and, as far as Donovan was concerned the purple haired girl was just a ghost. This is why, even today, there is still hope. There was on variable that DOA tech had never counted on, but that is a tale for another day...
Rated: R
Author's notes: Ahh the end... parting is such sweet sorrow, right?... In any case to all those who read this, thanks a lot, it is really great to get reviews... Well, let the end or beginning begin....
Disclaimer: don't own, not mine
( 0 hours 27 min. and 35 seconds before the start of the first DOA tournament)
It was a dark and desolate time. A time where old orders were failing and new ones were raising. IT was a time of revolution and change. A time when progress would smash threw any obstacle that dared stand in it's way. A time of death and birth. The deal had been struck, and the new order was now merely a matter of time. The tournament would serve as the bate and the son of man would fall tonight. He would fall at the hands of an assassin who spoke with a Russian accent. The fall of man and the rise of mutants created by science was just now starting. And the new order was just dawning.
It was on this stage that Raidou found himself. He was then first of a newer and better humanity, a humanity enhanced by nano technology. He had acquired what he had sought most from a man who may as well have been Satan. This 'gift' had come at a high price, for he had reveled the location of the shinobi's sanctuary and, as far as he knew, the names 2 people descended from his line. He was, of corse, the greatest marshal artiest the world had ever known. It seemed to many that he was a shoe in for this new tournament sponsored by Fame Dugless.
It had been two years since his rape and subsequent exile from his home, but he didn't care. Change was the only constant, you could either be by it's side or under it's feat, so he thought. He had seen some people there and heard some names that he had not uttered for nearly 2 years. He knew of Digital Origin Alliance Tech ( DOA for short) plain and subsequent execution which resulted in the abduction of his brother's son. He also knew of the presence of his sister no doubt on a mission to find him. There was one unknown however and both he and DOA Tech kept coming back to it. It was the presence of one young girl with far to serous eyes and lavender hair. She was not the offspring of any of the shinobi that he had known nor did she show up in any modern system nor had she ever fought in a tournament besides this one. The other competitor's histories were know, but her's was shrouded in mystery.. She seemed to be a ghost.
He stood in a room that had far to many refinements to reflect his taste. The room belonged to his new god, Donovan. It had books covering three of the 4 walls. On the 4th was the door to the outside area of the stadium and two paintings. The first was one entitled 'expulsion from Eden' the second was entitled ' resurrection.' Both of these held some religious significance but Raidou did not care enough to learn what they meant. The room had a desk and a few chair lay in a pattern typical of an office. The thing that struck Raidou was the lack of real sunlight. The only light that entered the room was from a bulb that was hidden below an ornate glass structure. Even with this the light seemed fake, it seemed cold and artificial and far to bright to be real. He stood with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, focusing on the task at hand.
He was not the one who would kill Fame and usher in the new era. The link between him and Donovan would be to easy to find. So his only real job was to put on a good show until the assassin was ready to begin. It wasn't a shame of a tournament, the entries were real and some had come simply to take on the legend Raidou. It may as well have been though, Raidou was assured of his victory.
It was in this mood, in this room and standing in the same way that she found him. She had snuck past the security, an easy task for someone of her skills and was about to fulfill one of her two goals. She had come to the tournament for two reasons, the first was that the elders had requested her to. She had come to 'discover' her half sister's reason for leaving. If the rules about leaving the clan had been harsh before Raidou had left, now they were downright ludicrous. It had come to a point where any reason, even saving your brother, was not enough. She would, of corse, kill her sister. The elders had sent her not because of her loyalty or long standing respect with the clan, they had sent her because of her power. She was the only one who could stop her sister. Now she saw her chance to avenge herself upon fate and to prove that she was more then a burden and a bastered child.
The second reason was the one that she wouldn't admit to herself but which lingered, like the faint smell of goods baked long ago, was why she stood outside this door. She wanted to look upon the face of the man who had caused her to exist. It was because of him that Ayame was dead, for if he hadn't raped her, then she would not have died during child birth. Ayame's third child was alone in a society where birth meant everything. She was the spawn of a fallen god. She wasn't sure why she wanted to meet him, nor did she know what she hoped to gain, but a part of her seemed inexorable drawn to that location, as fish are guided inexorable to the sea.
She took a breath and opened the door. He seemed to be in a trance like state, but as soon as he knew she didn't belong, he prepared himself for a battle. They gazed upon each other and Raidou felt some strange kinship to this girl.
" Who are you and what do you want. Speak quickly for I have no qualms about killing you now, as opposed to in the ring..." Raidou said, in the same lifeless and empty voice that he now always spoke with.
" I am.... I am your daughter... Ayane" She said. She did her best to remain stoic, but the word 'daughter' seemed to bear out a part of her soul.
Raidou's only response was laughter. Unlike most laughter, this seemed wrong and out of place. It was as strange as a storm finding sympathy or a earthquake remorse. Nothing else about him changed, not even his eyes and it seemed that the sound must have been coming from another place. But the movement of his lips confirmed that it was he who produced the horrid sound. At last his inhuman laughter subsided and he gazed upon her. " That is not possible, I have no children... And if I did they would not be as weak or pathetic as you are..."
" How dare you... You have never even fought me, how can you call me weak.... you arrogant..." Her tone steadily increased. No one had called her a weak or any other name ever since she had come to the point where she could kill them. Indeed she had always moved about the village with people loathing her, but in more modern times she when she moved they viewed her with something new, fear. This was the first time she had been taunted since her childhood, when she was too weak to stand up for herself, and she would have killed any other person where he stood. She couldn't kill him yet though, for with him rested the secret to her past.
He interrupted her words and thoughts with this " Dada will come and help you" He said this phrase not with the love that children are accustomed to hearing such things with, but with spite and loathing. Each letter seemed to drip with pure hate. This was the first time that Raidou had felt something within himself. And he felt this because, contained in her delict features, he saw himself, and he hated that image of who he had once been most of all. She seemed, to him, the embodiment of another possible outcome, a representation of what may have been. And he hated it.
She could not contain her rage anymore, and she charged Raidou. He avoided her blow, with ease and as he held her on the ground, her arm behind her back, in a position in which she couldn't move, he whispered ' I can kill you any time I want, little girl, remember that well. You have a choice, either you die now, or you face the one whom you hate more then me. You face your sister. If you beat her then you will have a shot at me, but not until then. So what will it be, death or killing?"
She did not answer. And it was at that moment that something happened to him. There was a movement in what had once been still and a voice in that which had once been emptiness. He looked upon her and felt something he could not explain. Of corse it wasn't enough to stop him from doing what he had set out to do, nor would it have stopped him from killing her, but it was enough to offer some semblance of hope. This moment was short lived as he let her back up
In the end Fame was killed and a new order was begun. Raidou was killed by Kasumi and Ayane, humiliated, returned empty handed to the village, hating her sister even more. Raidou never got a chance to tell Donovan that a third child that carried his genes existed and, as far as Donovan was concerned the purple haired girl was just a ghost. This is why, even today, there is still hope. There was on variable that DOA tech had never counted on, but that is a tale for another day...
