A/N : Apologies for not updating yesterday, i was laid out with this so-called rooster flu or whatnot. So today shall be a double dose. ;-)
Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's Characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive. Also, i do not own any other various Fighting Game Characters that magically appear in this work of fiction.
Ayane shields her eyes from the blazing flames of the massive orange conflagration which occurred from a marshmallow cook-fire gone way wrong. The blaze lights the night's sky, allowing much more light than the lone moon and allows Ayane to study her wonderful milky complexion in which she sunbathed nude for hours to attain.
"This is either the best or worst day of my life..." Ayane ponders on which it is, for one, she has attained the culmination of beauty she has sought since birth, but then again, the only man that has ever loved her unconventionally has fallen. He was reaching for the the bag of off-brand marshmallows, but for whatever reason, forgot to tie his armored boots, and tripped. Or was he pushed?
Ayane looks around quickly, searching the destroyed rubble of the area, attempting to find any hint of a possible assassin. After minutes of static exploration, she finds nothing and sighs, realizing that her father figure truly was just a poor, clumsy fool. His luster armor, however, looks quite cool from within the fire, in a sort of artsy type way.
"I wonder if i should say a few words?" Ayane asks herself, rubbing her smooth chin in wonder, and finally decides that a eulogy would be most fitting. She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted from a groan within the flame.
"How about...helping me out of here." A deep mumble emanates and Ayane leaps backwards in suspicion.
"Who's there!" Ayane asks, springing a throwing knife from her sleeve, one of her signature kunai with a spinning purple blossom on the handle.
"Ayane, dear, it's me...your father." The voice continues and Ayane shields her eyes and stares into the fire, causing tears to flow from the smoke, but she cannot see any indication that his mouth is moving.
"Am i hearing things? Is it from the multitude of sadness i feel or the sheer elation because my hair has finally reached the unattainable hue?" Ayane asks and a low groan is heard before the voice speaks again,
"It truly is me...but my armor, dear...it's melting my skin off." Genra struggles through his plea for help, but Ayane still doesn't see any motion from the mouth on the horned helmet.
"You know what, this is just weird..." Ayane back steps again, before her exquisitely thin eyebrows catch fire.
"Look, I'm trying to stay calm, but you're starting to upset me." Genra explains and Ayane continues to step away, afraid of the recognizable tone of her father when she used to get spankings.
"I'm not too sure if this is a dream or not, so I'm gonna go home and ask Hayate-sama, okay?"
"How would Hayate know if its a dream or--" Genra's voice is cut off as his words transform into a painful yell, "Damnit, a flame demon just stung me! Okay, Ayane, listen! This is real, as real as--"
"Tina's breasts? Yea, right, imaginary Genra voice, you would believe those were real. But i know my real daddy wouldn't think they were real, so therefore, this must be a dream." Ayane sighs through relief, "I'm glad that's settled."
"Wait, what! How did you arrive at that? I didn't even say anything about Tina!" Genra yells, becoming quite annoyed and impatient, but Ayane is no longer listening. She finds the hilt of Genra's saber on the ground, and recovers it, activating the two purple beams of energy that extend from either side.
"Oh wow, my favorite color is purple!"
"Of course it is, i knew that! Ask me another question about you that only I'd know! C'mon!" Genra persuades hurriedly, but Ayane shakes her head,
"Nope, because your in my head, so you know everything i know. Good try though." Ayane giggles as she begins swinging the blade in the air, making light saber sounds with her mouth, "I'm a Sith Lordess!"
"Okay, how about your life story? Ayane, i adopted you from that old man who tried to seduce you with burned fish! I uh, bought you and your precocious body your first trainer when you were six. Also, everyday i bathed you, i never once touched--"
"Yea, yea, keep trying. Won't work against...Sith Lordess Ayane!" Ayane begins spinning around and rolling on the ground, battling annoying younglings. She finishes the battle, but then arrives at a difficult decision.
"Now if i had a choice, I'd go with Force Lightning, but Force Choke is also beneficial for a tyrant. What do you think Genra's voice in my head?" Ayane asks and Genra sighs sadly as he relents,
"I'd say Force Choke, but then again, Force Death is just so much more versatile. But for show, and someone vain like you definitely seeks attention, I'd go with Choke."
"Hey thanks! Sith Lordess Ayane, away!" Ayane spins away from the fire, running in the opposite direction with her blade pointed downwards, sending charred dirt upwards behind her feet as she runs. Genra curses to himself, loving his dear Ayane to death, but also hating the fact that he couldn't erase the dumb ass genes within her, which she inherited from her biological parents.
"I wish i had some booze." Genra admits, reaching for a blackened marshmallow lying next to him and brings the charcoal brick towards his mouth, but is unsuccessful in ingestion.
"Ah dammit, i knew this would happen! Someone help me out with my final meal! My mouth is stuck in the 'off' position!" Genra yells through desperation, but only the crackling of the fire answers him, "C'mon, Ryu? Hayate!...Bayman."