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A/N: Yay. More Reviews! I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurbe a good review, such as the one by Seekerofoddpairies. YES! There is a Jann Lee/Ayane pairing. Very sharp eyes you have...I might write a side-story with them. Also award for most persistent reviewer goes to GleefulMelancholy. Yaaaay, lots of reviews. Anyway, when we last left Helena...
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Dead or Alive: Une Lutte de la Jeune Fille
By TropicalWeirdo
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The following morning was a beautiful one. It had finally stopped raining, and the grass in the main field sparkled like gold with dew. Inside the mansion, however, the air was heavy with anger. One could sense it.
Helena was still asleep when an intruder entered her room. Upon standing on a creaky floorboard, however, Helena immediatley woke up.
"Miss Helena?"
"AGH! Intruder!"
Zack stood sheepishly infront of her. Helena rolled over to check her clock. 6:03am.
"What do you want?" She groaned.
"Well...uh..." Zack paused "Do you have a T.V?!"
Helena stared at him. "Don't you think you could have asked one of the servants?"
Zack seemed oddly preoccupied with something. "Oh...uh...sorry"
Helena stuck her jaw out. "Well, that's a mistake you won't have to make again, hmm? Ask for directions to the west lounge. That one has sattelite"
Zack slowly shuffled out of the room. Helena laid back down again. Outside her room, someone giggled. It sounded like Brad Wong, or maybe Jann Lee. Helena rolled her eyes, and stamped out of bed.
"Be Quiet, Stupide!!"
The sound of running away filled the hallway. The distinct yell of 'Run!' could be heard. Helelna ran her fingers through her hair.
"I wonder what got into the--EH?!"
Helena stared into the mirror on the wall. Her nightie was see-through. She blushed madly.
"ZAAACK!!!"
Breakfast was eaten mainly in silence. Only Helena, Zack, Jann Lee and Brad were awake. Helena glowered at Zack, who now had a bandage on his head. Jann Lee and Brad Wong tried hard not to laugh.
"OHAYOO GOZAIMASU!!" Hitomi's chirpy voice filled the dining room. Zack looked up.
"Well, if it isn't Miss Sleepover herself" He said. "I hear Hayabusa won't come out of his room for anything!"
Hitomi's nostrils flared. "That wasn't my fault!!"
Helena idly checked her watch as the two squabbled. 6:24am.
Christie enetered the room silently, and glided down the table towards Helena. She placed a note in front of her. Helena looked up suddenly.
"Christie? Bonjour."
Christie edged away. "I'll see you later." She said in her trademark cold, hard, voice. Helena lightly waved her goodbye, then turned her attention to her letter.
Helena,
The conference I was attending has been cut short, so I will be arriving later today. I have asked your servants to move the first round of fighting forward, so that I may see you all battle. I will only be here for the day, so don't bother with a room. How has Christie been? Has she tried to make a joke yet?
Helena smiled. She remembered Christie's comment on the cutlery last night.
I have included the draw for the first round. I hope you are pleased with the pairings. I will see you later.
--Donovan.
Helena grimaced. This was an interesting turn of events.
Round One Draw:
Kasumi Etou vs Christie Delacroix
Helena Douglas vs Brad Wong
Hitomi van Oelermann vs Bass Armstrong
Hayate Etou vs Gen Fu Xin
The list cotinued through all eight fights, then explained the rules. It appeared that this round was merely a qualifier for the rest of the points-based tournament. Only one point was rewarded for this round. Helena gave the draw to her servant to hang on the foyer wall. Donovan is coming. She sighed, then set off towards her room to get properly dressed.
Ryu was still in his room meditiating when Helena forced her way in.
"Mr. Hayabusa."
A yelp emmited from the other side of the bed. "What do you want?"
"I want to inform you that the tournament is commencing a day ahead of schedule. Today you shall be fighting against..." She scanned her memory.
Ryu Hayabusa vs Ayane Utsumi
"...Ayane" She finished.
A loud groan emmited from under the bed. "Not Ayane-san...."
Helena put her hands on her hips. "Yes, Ayane-san. Now come out from there. I thought it was your job to fight monsters."
The sound of what may have been a laugh could be heard. Ryu slowly peeked out from under the sheets, then stood up, already dressed. Helena beamed at him.
"See? Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"
"I guess..." He said. "I'll have to avoid any of the girls, though."
A small makeshift stand had been erected around the pool, which had been drained. Because of it olympic size, it was easily one of the biggest rings Helena had fought in. She surveryed the servants adding the final touches to the stand, and watched the cleaner dry out what remained of the pool. Helicopter blades suddenly cut through the silence of the back field. Helena looked up to see Donovan's trademark gold logo on the black helicopter above. She waited just outside the small makeshift landing area. Even though she had been expecting him, the thought of Donovan's cold face sent a chill down her spine. Actually seeing it was enough to make her shiver.
Donovan was of a large build, although he was barely taller that Helena. For a man of his age, he was actually quite fit, although wrinkles had made their way onto his face, and his once black hair was now completely gray. His hooked nose had a new scar on it today. Helena didn't bother to ask where from.
"Ah, Helena." His voice was deep, with Italian overtones. Like a charming mob boss, only the charm disappeared once you got to know him.
"Donovan." Helena stared directly into his cold, grey eyes. They reminded her of someone...
"How is it going? The competitors seem...excited..."
Helena cocked an eyebrow. "You could say that."
Donovan smiled. "Don't worry, I know it's hard, but it'll be over soon enough."
"Mmm"
"In a completley different matter, may I see Christie? I need to talk to her."
Helena remembered the familiar eyes now. Were they related? "Yes, I'll just go and fetch her myself."
Helena ran back to Christie's room. She already knew exactly where it was. The door was slightly ajar when she reached it.
"Miss Christi--Oh MY! I'm so sorry!" Helena ran back to the hallway with her hand over her mouth.
Christie. Underwear.
Chistie came out of her room with the same attire. "Yes?"
Helena shifted her eyes. Is this normal? "Er...Donovan...Donovan is, um..."
Christie got the message. "Right, I'll see you in a minute."
She went back into her room, and closed the door behind her. Helena sighed a breath of relief. Oh Dear.
She was walking back to her room when a servant hurried over to her.
"Miss Helena."
"...uh....Ugh?"
"Donovan has given you this for the tournament."
"Oh."
The servant placed the package lightly in Helena's hands. Helena was too dazed not to accept it. She stumbled slowly towards her room, and changed into the blue and black jumpsuit. At least it was practical. A loud bell sounded throughout the estate. The a megaphone:
"Will all competitors please proceed to the main field for the preliminary rounds!!"
Helena nodded. It was time.
A/N: I can't be bothered with translator notes. Just figure it out yersevles....:P I'll be doing the first fight scene next chapter, so be PREPARED. Hmmmm. Earthquake this morning, that's why I'm up so early. My bookcase almost fell over. It was a big one. Oh well.
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--Troppyo Weirdyo