Author's Note: Hey! MoonTearz is back!!!! Once again, I'm servin' it up extra special for everyone! This chappie's a little short, and I apologize, but the beginning gives a bit more insight to Jamie…so enjoy!!! Oh, and before I forget, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! Oh, and no flames please…as I am delicate and fragile and this is my first fanfic)
There was a chill in the air…Jamie Parker shivered, the cold seeping through his baggy, black, "Element" hoodie. The wind rippled through his hair, causing blond tendrils to dance around his face…Jamie took his hair out its traditional low ponytail in an effort to keep warm. Valiant as this effort was, it proved to be ultimately futile.
Jamie stood atop the Mishima Zaibatsu building, shivering in the December cold, and waiting for his opponent…Lee Chaolan. The night sky was still, and pregnant with the promise of snow…Jamie only hoped he could get this fight over with quick, make a quick sweep around downtown Tokyo on patrol, then get home to take a hot shower. His fight for the day hadn't been scheduled until tonight, so after breakfast, he went upstairs, slept for another three hours, then trained in the gym downstairs.
After lunch, Jamie began to bust his brain trying to think of what Kazuya meant by soon…what could he be planning? And how soon was soon anyway? Jamie figured that he had to be ready for whatever Kazuya was planning, and in that sense the Nephalim began to take extra precautions. He never went anywhere without being armed with his wakazashi, several cruets of holy water, and a small, wooden crucifix. As much as he hated to admit it…holy relics worked wonders against demons.
Prior to his calling, Jamie had never believed in God. After all, where was God when his parents were killed in an armed robbery? And where was God when Justin (before his skating gig) barely made ends meat to take care of his then nine year old brother? True, those dark days didn't last very long, because by the time Justin was 20, and Jamie was 10, Justin got "discovered", and since has become a world renowned skating superstar…but after Jamie was chosen, he had realized that God must exist…
After all, Jamie was, a product of God's creation, an obscure biblical reference come to life, but that didn't mean that Jamie was on good terms with "the creator". Now that Jamie knew that God existed, he settled on believing that God was an uncaring deity.
Jamie was never at odds with any of the "God squad" when he was in high school. If that's how they wanted to live their life then fine, that was their choice…but he couldn't stand it whenever they would try to aggressively "save him".
Pondering these aspects of his life did little to kill time, or alleviate the cold. Sniffling, Jamie fumbled in the pocket of his green, baggy cargo pants for his cell phone…and felt somewhat dismayed when he found that there were no messages. Hwoarang won his fight with a faceless newbie, and had offered to check the streets for any information on Kazuya's plans, or a weakness…something useful to aid Jamie in his quest.
The Tokyo skyline was breathtaking at night, the glittering city was splayed out like diamonds strewn across a blanket…had it not been so cold, Jamie would have taken time to enjoy the view, and snapped some pictures with his camera (believe it or not, Jamie did have hobbies before becoming the Nephilim). Sighing, Jamie checked his cheap, blue Simpson watch…it read 8:30 at night...Jamie was seriously considering leaving…already, Lee was fifteen minutes late…where was he? Wasn't there some rule that stated that if a competitor was late, they would automatically lose by default?
"Screw this." Jamie murmured.
Before he could leave however, he heard the rumblings of a helicopter…he glanced up, and immediately shielded his eyes from the chopper's blaring lights…a camera crew was inside. Jamie heard footsteps approach, and saw someone stroll forward in a confident manner. His hair was parted down the middle in some weird, non-bowl cut. The strange thing about it was the fact that it was white! About as white as the driven snow! But he wasn't old…well, not old enough to have white hair…he looked to be in his early forties, late thirties.
Despite the cold, he wore a loose fitting, blue, peasant shirt…it was somewhat open, exposing his chest, and a pair of skin tight, black leather pants…the man walked up to Jamie and smirked confidently.
"Are you James?"
"Yeah, I'm Jamie," He answered putting emphasis on his name…he hated James, it sounded like he was a snobby polo player or something. "Are you Lee?"
"Yes, that's my name." He said in a calm, melodious voice. "I apologize for my tardiness…there were some things at home that needed my attention."
"S'okay." Jamie replied evenly, ready to get the fight done and over with…after all, he wanted to get home, and out of this cold.
"And if you don't mind, I would like to get back to those things so if we could hurry this along…" Lee stated, dropping into his fighting stance.
Jamie was rather annoyed with Lee's flippant comments. "No prob man, I understand. I'm cold, and hungry. I'll knock your ass on this concrete fast, and we'll call it a night."
"Hmph…we shall see." Lee said.
"I guess we shall." Jamie replied, dropping into his fighter stance.
The tournament official counted down, and the fight began…
Lee immediately flew at Jamie with a jumping side kick…he was fast, and even though Jamie blocked the attack, the blow knocked him over. Annoyed, Jamie swung his legs around him, and spun on his back…this move got him off the ground fast, and kept Lee away from his swinging legs.
"Are you quite done show boating?" Lee asked.
"Show boating? Who uses that word anymore?" Jamie asked as he ran at Lee.
Jamie executed a left jab, followed by an immediate right hook…both made contact with Lee's face…quickly, he pivoted, and back handed Lee with right hand. The blow knocked Lee into a statue…and the silver haired man fell. The countdown began, and Lee had lost the fight! He angrily leapt up, and brushed his hair out of his face.
"I was just getting warmed up!" Lee finished.
"Yeah. Okay. Whatever." Jamie snorted.
Round two began quickly, and Jamie ran towards Lee…but was stopped dead in his tracks by his opponent's devastating front snap kick…Jamie, who could normally handle an attack like that, was stopped dead in his tracks, as the blow connected with his face. Jamie let out a yelp of pain, as he involuntarily clutched his stinging nose.
Wasting no time, Lee immediately unleashed a crushing axe kick, making Jamie fall face first through the glass section of the roof, and into a fountain. Glass stung Jamie's face, but as he lay in the water, the cuts healed…sometimes, it felt good to be the Nephalim.
Okay, I've so totally lost this round…I'd better step it up…what is with that guy? He seems so…strange…his attacks are way to fluid and coordinated…
Jamie leapt out of the knee deep water…only to find Lee staring down at him from the broken ceiling.
"Nice night for a dip?" He asked in a patronizing tone.
"Yeah, it's kinda nice. Can't persuade you to jump down here? Y'know, roll around on some glass shards while you're at it?" Jamie asked with an award winning smile, and the finger prominently displayed in Lee's face.
"Sorry, while I do have a thing for blonds you're just a little…dirty." Lee said with an air of importance in his voice.
Before Jamie could reply, the tournament official explained that the fight would continue in the hall where Jamie fell. Five minutes later, Lee emerged from the elevator…and the two began their fight. Lee unleashed a flurry of kicks, and while Jamie blocked most of them, some of them did hit him…although none were as devastating as the front snap kick. Jamie managed to pull off a reverse hook kick, roundhouse combo, which left Lee shaken.
In desperation, Lee tried to pull the snap kick off again but this time Jamie was ready. He grabbed Lee's leg, and flung him against the wall…into the shards of glass. Lee struggled to get up, but fell back down.
"I don't handle rejection very well." Jamie retorted as Lee slowly got up. "I mean, if I actually dated people with a penis…but I'm sorry, I don't find boys attractive as I am one."
"Congratulations on your victory." Lee murmured, shaking Jamie's hand.
Jamie felt something hard in his closed palm…it felt like a folded note. Lee glanced at Jamie as the elevator doors closed. Jamie opted to wait for the next elevator…or that was his excuse so he could read Lee's note. Quickly, Jamie made sure no one was around, and then he unfolded the note;
"I know what you are, and that you plan to stop the Devil Gene within Kazuya's body. I have valuable information pertaining to "Devil's" strengths and weaknesses. I've researched the gene inside my brother for a number of years and I believe I've concocted an anti-serum for it…however I lack the necessary man power to give it to him…maybe we can work out some sort of deal? Meet me at my house in an hour."
Directions were written on the back of the note. Jamie read, and re read the note about five times…he wasn't stupid, something shady was going on…but he at least owed it to himself to check it out. Jamie didn't trust Lee in the slightest…and if it was a trap, maybe he could still get some valuable information out of the white haired man…after all, Jamie had just fought Lee, and he wasn't too incredibly hard to beat. If he tried anything funny Jamie would be ready.
And so, the Nephilim called the elevator, and took the limo back to his room to change…after all, he had to meet Lee in an hour…and it was best not to keep him waiting.
Author's Note: A little short I know! But I'm just warming up for the main course! I've found that I get inspired in like, 3 chapter spurts, and this is the beginning of the latest "spurt" lol…anyway, PLLLLEEEEEEEEZZZZZZEEEEE REEEEEVVVVIIIIIIIIEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!
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Well, I can't wait to give you guys the latest chapter, but it's like incredibly late here, so I'm gonna hit the hay, but please review and let me know what you think! I'd really appreciate it, and they take like, two seconds to write, and they let me know what you like!!!
