Dead or Alive Alpha: Chapter Two

Important Fights This Chapter!

Tina vs Roji

Anji vs Zack

Roji left the pub, shaking his head in disgust. Considering the way Brad and Anji were drinking, they would probably wake up in one bed. He increased his pace after glancing at his watch. Ten minutes left.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the ring in Central Square...

Tina rolled her eyes as she talked into the cell phone. 'Yes, DADDY, I won't pose for Maxim, okay? I don't understand why you hate that magazine. After all, you get Playboy every month. What? Of course I've always known. You probably traumatized me for life when I found it under your bed twelve years ago. Kay, bye Dad!'

She clicked off the phone and frowned. Her opponent, the kid, still hadn't shown up. Maybe he peed his pants and ran away, she thought ruefully. It's too bad. This is the only exhibition match in the whole tournament. Look at the crowd.

Suddenly, a fair-skinned kid walked up and climbed into the ring. He looked Japanese. Looked ninjaish. Good lord. Tina thought. Not another ninja. We have enough of those already. She climbed into the ring.

'Excuse me,' he said.

'Yes?' she said, trying to be polite. He looked so weak. Poor thing.

'My opponent is supposed to be a wrestler. No prostitutes allowed.' This drew a sharp laugh from the crowd. Tina's eyes narrowed.

'You punk,' she spat out every syllable. 'I'm gonna whup your ass.'

The kid snorted.

Tina felt like screaming. She spotted a nearby stone, and picked it up. It must have weighed a ton.

'Damn you, have a taste of real power, kid!' she grunted as she heaved it towards him. It landed at his feet with an earth-shattering crash, eliciting a gasp from the crowd.

His expression didn't change.

'You have no idea what real power is.' He bent down and lightly touched the rock with one finger.

A moment later, it exploded, with shrapnel littering the surroundings. Those pieces of shrapnel quickly dissolved and turned to dust.

Tina's eyes widened. She whistled and positioned herself in a fighting stance.

Roji looked at the bimbo and thought for a while. He shifted his feet and sprang into action,moving with incredible speed, effortlessly. It was almost like ninjitsu.

He delivered a three kick maneuver, the first knocking the breath out of Tina, the second kicking her into the air, and the third slamming her into the ground, which cracked.

Tina got up slowly, spitting out some blood. And charged at Roji, intending to arm-lock him. Her vision blurred. Either that or he was moving at god-speed. It was like Magic. With one move he slammed his fist into Tina's gut and followed through with a three punch attack. She slammed into the wall and it exploded.

When the dust settled, Tina was motionless and groaning. Some of the spectators were mumbling about paramedics.

Leifang walked behind Kasumi while rubbing her best friend's shoulder. Hitomi wasn't speaking, and wasn't even in the mood for a sachertorte, which was alarming. The men who were staring at them from the sidewalk gave her no comfort.

Suddenly, they heard a loud explosion. Kasumi turned around, alarmed. 'I had better go check it out, Leifang-san.' She said, wild eyed. Leifang nodded.

Kasumi rushed ahead and gasped at what she saw. A Japanese boy had knocked Tina senseless. She remembered Tina boasting about an exemplary victory for her fans. She would have fought with all her might. Kasumi turned towards the clock tower. It had been only a few minutes since the match started. Tina was a fierce fighter.

It was not possible.

The Japanese boy turned around and started to walk away. Kasumi caught a glimpse of his face.

Oh my god.

She stared in shock. If he was here, then she had better inform... ...

That person.

But how? That person was after her life. She couldn't just waltz up and say hi.

Hitomi walked up slowly and caught a glimpse of the retreating figure. She smiled sadly. 'Looks so much like... my brother.'

She could still remember the day they found... him.

'Nei-Chan! I see you!' a young boy ran up to Hitomi excitedly.

'You got me again.' She smiled at his enthusiasm. Hide and seek was one of their favourite games. Although it was a little childish.

'Now's your turn to hide. Go!' she ushered him with a soft hand.

Moments later he ran up to her.

'Nei-Chan! There's a corpse in the woods!'

Hitomi was puzzled. She followed her brother to a secluded area of the woods.

There was a man there, splattered with blood.. He looked to be twenty plus years old, and very handsome. Hitomi hurriedly checked his pulse. He was still alive.

'Oh my god! We have to get him to a hospital! Help me lift him!' her brother quickly obliged.

And so they began their slow walk towards the hospital, praying fervently for the man's survival.

That was the day that Ein had come into their lives.

But... he's dead. He's dead!

Hitomi buried her head in her hands and sobbed.

It had been three years since her brother's death. She had appeared to have gotten over it. But now, all those negative feelings came surging back.

It's almost... like this is a warning.

She felt as if her brother was watching over her.

From Heaven?

He had been a good boy. He wwould be iin Heaven, rooting for her.

Hitomi smiled. I have to pull myself together. If only for his memory, she thought.

She grabbed Leifang's shoulder.

'C'mon, I'm hungry. I feel like a sachertorte.'

Leifang turned around and smiled. 'Looks like you're feeling better. Let's go. Kasumi... coming?'

'No. I have something to do. You go on without me.' Kasumi sprinted away, her chest heaving, her mind in turmoil.

From the rooftop, a masked ninja watched silently.

Anji sat at a restaurant, slurping down a bowl of la-mian.

'You won your first round. Good. You're facing some one of my kind next round.'

Roji sat sipped some green tea, in deep thought. He recalled the face that he had seen at the end of the round.

So she is the one I saw just now. . I guess that's to be expected, her at this tournament.

Anji glared. 'You listening to me? We're not back at the monastery. You don't need to meditate.'

'Hmph.' Roji arched his eyebrows. 'Says the depraved monk.'

Anji grunted and downed the contents of his bowl in one gulp.

'You're fighting some nigger, right?'

Anji stared at Roji. 'That word's offensive.'

'Compared to what I say about you, that's a compliment. So you want me to be politically correct. What a social rights worker you are. Okay, so you're facing an African-American. That right?'

'Yeah.' Anji started on his Guo-tie. 'He won the last tournament, you know.'

'And they said this was a tournament for the elite.'

Anji crunched down on the delicable pastry. 'Don't judge people by their looks. Take you. For example. Nobody would imagine that you even knew how to punch.'

'Asshole.'

'On to another topic. Are you going to show off your secret technique?'

'No. It's called overkill. Besides, it needs to be like it's name. Secret. Or we're never going to accomplish our objectives.'

'Hmph.' Anji stood up. 'I'm going off to fight now.' He stomped off.

Considering how drunk he was earlier, I would say that he's a goner, Roji thought. On the other hand, an African-American Muay Thai Boxer. Okay, he's won. Muay Thai? Isn't that a dish?

At the thought of dishes, Roji surreptitiously glanced at the empty bowls strewn across the table.

Damn. He's left me to pay the bill again. Bastard.

Anji walked into the dojo, nursing a bottle of beer.

Zack was already waiting, staring at a picture of Tina in Sports Illustrated and nursing his hard-on..

He glanced up and jumped to his feet as Anji stomped into the room.

'Whoa, big man! You're gonna crush the dojo, here! I'm not sharing the cost for repairs.'

Anji grunted. His eyes were bloodshot and malevolent. He flexed his muscles and walked towards Zack slowly.

'Let's get this on.'

Zac smirked. And jumped into the air, kicking his legs like a bird whose wings had been taken away.

Anji stared and sweatdropped, then intercepted with a crushing blow to Zack's face. Zack probably could have reduced the impact by dodging, but at that moment he saw Tina being hauled by paramedics across the dojo's halls.

The blow caught him straight on and slammed into into the floor, which cracked and splintered. His sunglasses shattered.

Piece of cake, Anji thought as he stomped away.

Updated Profiles for the New Fighter's!

Roji

Nationality: Japanese???

Gender: Male

Birthday: January 1

Age: 15

Blood Type: A

Height: 168 cm

Weight: 58 Kg

Fighting Style: ???

Occupations: Monk? Ex-Shinbobi?

Likes: Making smartass remarks.

Interest: ???

Anji

Nationality: Chinese

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 13

Age: 20???

Blood Type: O

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 Kg

Fighting Style: A variation of Kung Fu. (More later)

Occupations: Depraved Monk

Likes: All the things monks shouldn't do.

Interest: Eating

The Masked Ninja (Is he or she even a fighter?)

Nationality: Japanese

Gender: ???

Birthday: ???

Age: ???

Blood Type: ???

Height: ???

Weight: ???

Fighting Style: Some form of Ninjitsu

Occupations: Ninja

Likes: Stalking

Interest: ???

Mysteries:

-Is Roji after Hayate? Or Ayane?

-Did Hitomi's brother survive? Is he the masked ninja? If not, then why is the masked ninja stalking her.

-Monastery? What the heck happened in the past for Roji and Anji?

Disclaimer:

I am not a racist and apologize for any racist sounding remarks that I may have made during the course of writing this chapter.

P.S

The fights in this chapter are not too great. If you have any suggestions, please say so in your review. My next chapter will be better. However, I already have chapter three ready and will update after one or two more reviews.