Disclaimer: I don't own Dead or Alive, or any of it's Characters. Any branded devices in this story are copyright of their respective owners.
A/N: Just before I start, I would like to thank Retro-Beat, JaMonkey, and Gleeful Melancholy for reviewing. Every review is much appreciated. Also, before I continue this story I'll have to let all readers know it contains both Girl x Girl references, and at the end, it also has a pairing that some of you may not agree with....I can't say any more without spoiling the surprise....anyway:
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Dead or Alive: Une Lutte de la Jeune Fille
By TropicalWeirdo
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The next few days passed in a blur of memorising favourite colours, leaving any allergies off the dinner menu, and decorating each individual room. Whenever there was a spare moment, Helena would flick through her orientation booklet and try and remember the names of her opponents. Many of the photos contained familiar faces. There was the friendy Kasumi, her dark and destructive sister Ayane, And Helena's two friends Leon and Leifang. Among the new faces were a youthful German girl, and a tall Chinese man with silver hair. When April 18th finally came around Helena was literally brimming with excitement. She sat in her fathers library, at the top of one of the towers, looking out the window like an excited schoolgirl who had invited her friend over. She stared out at the pouring rain with a playful smile on her face, waiting. Just waiting. The loud creaking of the library door made her tear her gaze away from the rain-splattered window.
"Miss Helena?"
It was the servant who gave her Donovan's letter.
"Oui?"
"Someone is on the phone, and requests that you talk to them."
"Oh. Alright, bring the phone here." It was probably Donovan.
The servant placed the reciever next to Helena.
"Thank you. You may leave now."
The door made a loud banging noise as it closed. Helena picked up the reciever.
"Hello?"
"Helena. It's Donovan."
"So I presumed."
"The contestants should be arriving any minute now. Is everything ready?"
A small wave of excitement passed through Helena.
"Any minute? Yes, everything is ready."
"They will be coming in three different carpools. Make sure you dress correctly."
"Yes, Donovan."
"I will not be meeting you today. I have other business. I shall relay my messages through an employee"
"Yes, Donovan. I understand."
"Excellent. I should see you in a few days."
Helena was tired of talking to her captor, and the exasperation in her voice was easily perceptable.
"Yes, Donovan."
"Oh, and Helena?"
"Yes, what?"
"Don't take that tone with me, or I'll use it to your severe disadvantage."
"Er....Yes Donvan"
He had already hung up.
"That Donovan..." Helena started, but didn't finish her sentence. The sound of a van coming up the gravel mountain road stopped her. Her loathing of Donovan could wait, her pure excitement couldn't. She quickly stood up, and trying very hard not to look too inelegant, started running down the stairs, grinning like a madman. They're here! Finally! Helena scurried down hallways and through doors, checking her reflection in the glazed windows. A light blue opera dress with matching boots. Not her best outfit, but at least she would be presentable enough. She ran into the main hall, to see a face appear on the outer steps coming up towards the balcony. A girl, late teens, red hair. It had to be Miss Kasumi. Helena placed herself in front of the glass doors, which two servants quickly opened. A very wet Kasumi soon bobbed into view, followed by another servant with an umbrella. Behind her, (Each with thier own umbrella-servants) were Tina Armstrong, Her father Bass (With whom she was bickering loudly) A tall woman with short platinum hair, and then...
"Lei-Chan!"
"Helarin!"
Tina and Bass stopped arguing for one second to see the two friends hug eachother. Bass cocked an eyebrow. "Helarin? Lei-Chan? What the hell is up with that?"
Tina turned around to face him. "They're Japanese nicknames! Duh! You're even more stupid than you are stubborn."
Bass furrowed his brow. "Don't you talk to your elders like that, missy! I'm stubborn for your own good!"
The pair continued to argue animatedley. Kasumi sighed. "It's been like this the whole trip. Won't they ever be quiet?"
Helena turned to face her. "Oh! Miss Kasumi!"
Kasumi smiled. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"Of course not." Helena said, hugging her also.
Leifang interrupted them. "Hey, Helarin! Have you met Miss Christie?"
Helena turned around to face the tall platinum-haired woman. "Hello."
The womans eyes were cold and piercing. "I have a message for you." She drawled in a deep British voice. She then stiffly thrust a note into Helena's hand. Helena surveyed the telltale Spidery writing.
Helena,
By now you must have met my employee, Christie. She'll get friendly once you get to know her. I have only employed her to pass you notes, however. She is a waitress by trade and shall work for you after she has participated in the tournament. I hope this won't inconvinience you.
--Donovan
Helena gave the note to a nearby servant. "Put this in my room. Merci."
Helena then turned to face Christie. She was slightly taller than her, and wore a dark blue leather DOATEC suit, like all of Donovan's goons. She was very....intriguing. And somewhat attractive, too. Helena shook off the last thought. No time to think about that kind of thing...
"Shall we go inside then?"
Leifang perked up. "Yes, we should! I'm freeeeeeeeeeezing out here. It's never this cold in Hong Kong!"
Helena laughed. "Maybe you shouldn't wear short-shorts then."
"You're no fun!" Leifang said playfully as she walked inside with Kasumi.
Helena followed them slowly, with a smile on her face. This was going to be a good tournament...
A/N: Man....I had a teeeeeny bit of writers block there....I hope that doesn't come back to haunt me. Plus I kept typing "Hlena" instead of Helena. Shrugs oh well. Hopefully I'll update soon!
As my saying goes: Sayonara! Read and Review!
-Tropical to the Weirdo.