I don't own anything more than I did last chapter. Miller Park is where the Brewers, a pro-Baseball team sucks (I mean play). Since Milwaukee's team is so horrible, and baseball is boring I took the liberty of putting something fun and exciting in the stadium, namely DOA$. Guess what? I don't own it either. On to the story…

(oh, and for the kids who might be mentally scarred from imagining such a sight, Ayane and Christie, well, just read it, and if you feel the need, flame at your own risk.)

"So this is 'Dead or Alive.'" He said to no one in particular, arriving at Miller Park. "Where do I sign up?"

"Actually, registration is on the little league field over there." Said a short girl stepping around one of the plaza statues, pointing toward the min-stadium meant for kids.

She was about five foot, give or take an inch or two, with dark brown hair, and impressive chest concealed by a light grey hoodie. Her English was good for a foreigner, with only a hint of a Deustche accent, though Ruhs was puzzled by the slight East-Asian over-stressed O s.

Giving the girl a once-over, he asked whether she was in the trials as well, discovering that she was, in fact, Hitomi, one of the returning fighters from last year's dead or alive. She wished him 'good luck' and left him to sign up for the qualifier.

Legal Name: Jon Alastar Ruhs

Age/D.O.B: 26 4 April 1979

Signature: Jon A. Ruhs

Occ.: Unemployed

Style: Niente

Weight (kg or #): 130lbs

"Write your name, age, occupation, fighting style and weight in the appropriate spaces. Then sign the insurance wavier on the dotted line and put them in the bins on either side of the table. NEXT!" The old crone shooed him out of the way to fill out his required paper work.

Having yet to name his creation, he decide to use the Italian word for "nothing", niente. He signed all the forms saying DOATEC was not responsible, that he wouldn't sue, etc.

"Hey Jon! What's 'niente'?" A voice asked. It was the girl again, this time her sweatshirt was tied around her waist, a thin, white tang-top the last bastion of defence against exposure (AN: yay! I used bastion in a story)

'Damn' he thought to himself, glancing down before mentally kicking himself 'Eye-contact. Must maintain eye-contact.' "Ahh, it's nothing really, Hitomi."

"But you wrote it for your style on that sheet." Hitomi pressed him "What is it?"

"It's nothing. I swear!"

"Baka! Just tell me what it is!"

"I did niente translates into English as nothing! Lighten up, it was a joke, I'm sorry." 'Geeze'

"Mine apologies. I sometimes loose control. But please, elaborate upon this 'nothing.' How does it work?"

"Well, it's based entirely on the anatomical structure of the human body. I created it myself while I was in med school. Basically it is designed to break bones and dislocate joints. I guess it could be considered 'dirty', but the slums near Cambridge can be quite dangerous, so I needed a quick way to disable anyone who tried to attack me. Very brutal, very efficient."

"Ouch. You teach it to anyone yet?"

"No, and I don't plan on it. If anyone else figures it out they'll get it by watching hours of tapes, not instruction."

"Well, I've seen some of the other hopefuls, and your definitely top ten. Have you tested it against a martial art yet?"

"Only if street fighting the back alleys of London counts, but a formal art? Not yet."

"Well, my schedule is full the rest of the day, but if you promise to check you swings, I'd spar with you, see how it holds against karate."

"Sure Hitomi, why don't we meet at the south-end mall, say oh-nine hundred?"

"Sounds great, I'll see you then, Ruhs. Bye!"

Well there it is, chapter two. Certainly longer, please r&r. We meet up with Ayane and Christie next chapter.