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: Yaaaaaay! More reviews!! In reply: Evil-sick-cow: Yes, that was intended. I'll include more references later... GleefulMelancholy: Eh, it was hard to point out. I think I just had a headache or something. Also, I'm updating 'cos here in New Zealand it's summer vacation (A.k.a Christmas Vacation) and I have waaaaay too much spare time. Well, not that much spare time :P JaMonkey: Well, I never said that was the main.....No, I'll ruin the surprise. (Have to be vague) Eh, anyhoo:

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Dead or Alive: Une Lutte de la Jeune Fille

By TropicalWeirdo

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While Kasumi and Leifang busied themselves with Helena's walk-in wardrobe, Christie promptly buried herself in a thick novel, while Tina and Bass yelled at eachother. Helena sighed. They had been arguing for close to an hour now. Helena was about to voice her annoyance when Leifang and Kasumi finally came downstairs. Helena couldn't help but laugh. Kasumi had Helena's thickest coat on, and was struggling to lift her feet in the heavy fur boots she had chosen. Still, she managed to stumble across the main hall to Helena, taking snapshots with a disposable camera the whole time ("Your house is so big!! It's way more interesting than that Awful Tower!!" "That's Eiffel Tower, Kasu-chan.") Leifang however, had a plain black cheongsam on, with a matching jacket. Much more practical than two-inch-long leather shorts, Helena thought to herself.

"Yo, Helarin, isn't that the next lot of guests?" Leifang said, walking towards the front door.

Kasumi fell over backwards suddenly.

"I'll get her." Said Helena as Leifang continued to stride towards the door.

While Helena tried to find Kasumi under the mess of fur and leather, Leifang opened the door. The sound of rain became suddenly clearer. Tina and Bass stopped arguing. Chirstie glanced upwards. Through the door walked a (somewhat wet) Chinese man playing with a cellphone, accompanied by a youthful German girl looking over his shoulder at the tiny screen. "Jann Lee and Hitomi" Helena murmured as Bayman walked sulkily through the door, followed by an equally pissed-off Ayane. The last guest in the group was an oddly clumsy man who was laughing loudly. He stumbled towards Leifang.

"Nihao. You must be Helena. You'll never guess what--"

He was stopped mid-sentence by an untimely fall.

"Ow."

Bayman proceeded over to Christie, who immediatley started talkling with him in a hushed voice. Ayane stalked towards a nearby wall, which she leant on with her arms folded tightly across her chest, staring hatefully at Kasumi. Helena rolled her eyes. Sourpuss. She made her way over to Jann Lee, who was still playing with his phone. Leifang and Hitomi talked animatedley, occasionally giving the drunken Chinese man annoyed glances, while Kasumi (Unsucsessfully) tried helping him up. They eventually ended up in a tangled mess on the floor. Tina and Bass merely continued arguing.

"Mr. Jann."

Jann Lee tore his eyes away from his phone, which he then placed in his pocket.

"Helena."

"Everyone seems a bit....angry...." Helena said looking mainly at Ayane. "...Do you know why?"

Jann Lee pulled an interesting face. Somewhere between exasperated and furious.

"It's that idiot Brad. We got a flat tire, then when the driver was about to get the spare out, he took it out of the back for him, then when the driver said thanks, he put it on a hill, and it rollled away, and then he started laughing, AND THEN WE HAD TO GO AND SEARCH THE GRASS FOR HALF AN HOUR WHILE HE SAT IN THE VAN AND LAUGHED AT US!! THEN, HE STOLE SAKE FROM AYANE'S BAG, AND GOT SRUNK, AND...."

Helena's left eyebrow twitched. It's not funny. Not funny at all. Don't laugh.

"Er, Mister Giorga will take your bags now." Helena said, interrupting Jann Lee's hysterical rage.

"What? Oh, okay." Jann Lee quietly gave is two bags to the bell hop, then returned to his phone.

"Fruitcake." Ayane muttered loudly (A/N: Is that an oxymoron? I think it might be, but I can't tell....)

Jann Lee shot her a death glare. Helena chuckled quietly to herself.

"Miss Helena!" Helena didn't recognise the voice. High-pitched, yet confident. She turned to see Hitomi running towards her.

"Oh. Miss Hitomi. What is it?"

"The rest of the guests are here!" She said excitedly. Helena was about to reply when a loud shriek emmited from Tina's direction.

"You didn't say Zack was gonna be here!" She yelled angrily at Helena while pointing at the window. Zack appeared to be dancing in front of it, under a leaky drain. Bass was the next to yell.

"IS HE WEARING A THONG?!!"

Most of the females in the room quickly turned away at the prospect of seeing Zack in a revealing outfit. Hitomi was undeterred by him, however.

"What? It's not like he's ugly...."

Ayane slapped her upside the head.

"Trust me," She said quietly "He's worse than ugly."

Hitomi pouted. "You people are all big meanies. I'm going to let him in."

Tina rested her face in her hands. "I guess it's unavoidable."

Hitomi slowly opened the door. Now it was her turn to shriek. "EIN!!"

"Oh. Hitomi-jo. What a pleasant surprise."

Kasumi quickly tackled him. "What?! Aren't you pleasantly surprised to see me?!"

Hayate gave the nearby Hayabusa a sideways glance. "No, not really...."

Kasumi bared her teeth. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"....I mean it's not really a surprise."

Kasumi calmed down. "Oh, right. Okay."

Gen-Fu quickly pushed them out of his way, fuming "Where is that insolent fool?!"

Jann Lee laughed. "I assume you mean Brad? He's there." He said, pointing at Helena's jacket on the floor.

"I have a bone to pick with you, Mr. Wong!"

The remaining guests made their way through the crowd of competitors. leon, in paticuar, made his way towards Helena.

"Hello, Helena."

"Ah, Leon. At last, someone who is sane, eh? Say, could you get their attention for me?" Helena gestured towards her rowdy guests.

"Glad to oblige." Said Leon, smiling.

"HEY!!! WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO FIGHT UNTIL MONDAY!!!"

The fourteen other competitiors turned towards Helena and Leon.

"Thank you, Leon. Now, would you all please come with me into the dining room? Dinner is almost ready."

"So that's what smells so good!!" Said Zack loudly, slipping on a light jacket given to him by a servant.

Helena rolled her eyes. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe this tournament wouldn't be so good. Maybe it would just be plain satisfying.

A/N: Hmmm....a little OOC, eh? this story is moving quite slow now, but I'll be skipping some of the more boring parts of the tournament later, methinks. Also, while I have the spotlight, may I recommend the movie Battle Royale to anyone who hasn't seen it. 'Tis a truly good movie.

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--Troppy.