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.
A/N : Also, using the name "Jonas" for Hitomi's father is not my original idea, I straight jacked it from Scrooge, and he can't do a damn thang!
Hitomi leans against the hard brick wall of her father's personal dojo in a childish pout, the same pinching of her nose and mouth that she uses when she doesn't get her way. The dojo is a large, restored gymnasium, located in Southern Frankfurt, Germany. The younger students, all clad in white karate uniforms train in rows of four, practicing punches and kicks in front of two instructors. No one wears shoes, but thats not the reason Hitomi's nose is pinched.
She glares across the wooden floor at her father Jonas, a muscled chunk of German stonework, his piercing blue eyes powerful, accented by his thick white hair and mustache. His arms are crossed commandingly, watching with a content expression at the training of his students. The only expressions that usually cross his stoic face are contentment or slight aggravation, but after a day full of Hitomi's nagging, he showed a third, 'slightly greater aggravation'.
Hitomi pushes back off of the wall, ready to take another go at her annoying plea routine, and dusts off her denim jeans and jacket outfit. She walks across the back row of yelling children and Jonas looks over.
"I'm going to join Dead or Alive and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Hitomi yells in that annoying voice of hers, like thousands of cat's in heat scratching the blackboard while the gestapo guns them down.
Jonas shakes his head for the umpteenth time and sighs, ready to deliver his unfaltering answers,
"Never." Hitomi finally reaches him, looking up at her father who towers over her for more than an entire foot.
"I'm ready and I know it!" Hitomi demands, balling up both of her hands into tight fists, but the Eurotower shakes his head,
"Never."
"But I can fight! You taught me all I need to know!" Hitomi continues her plea, pondering if she should kneel or not, but seeing that its her father, that is probably inappropriate.
"I said never. I won't have you prancing about like those other girls! Pretty much just sex symbols..." He pauses to clear his throat, "...with their massive, perky breasts flopping about and their Victoria's Secret unmentionables exposed ninety five percent of the..." Jonas quickly forces the grin away from his face and shifts his pants slightly, "...I won't have you being part of tit...of it!"
Hitomi backs up and thrusts her hand outwards, fed up with his useless excuses. She must prove herself to the German boys that said all she could ever be was an average looking teacher. Screw them!
"If I beat you, will you let me enter the Tournament?" She asks persistently and Jonas contains his laughter and finally concedes with a nod.
"Okay then, Hitomi. If you defeat me, you can join this DOA Tourny." Jonas turns towards the other instructors, finally able to move his left hand, and holds his hands up into the air,
"Hackett, Roth, Students!" Everyone in the dojo stops in the middle of their high kicks and turns their heads to face Jonas. Most begin to wobble, and the larger instructor, Hackett, falls over.
"Attention everyone! Hitomi and I are going to spar to see--" Jonas is interrupted abruptly by a sneak attack from his daughter, but he easily spins and catches her tiny fist with his much larger hand, "Hang on, Hitomi." Jonas tosses her stumbling away with a look of sheer astonishment plastered to her face, "Back to what I was saying. We are going to spar to see if she is ready to join DOA." The off balance students all break into uncontrollable laughter, falling on the ground and holding their stomachs.
Red fury begins to seep into Hitomi's pigment, her face flushing like a purple headband wearing red painted mango. Jonas contains himself and turns to face Hitomi,
"Let us begin." He holds his hands together and begins to bow, but Hitomi has had enough with pleasantries and charges. She will prove once and for all that she can fight with the best of--
Hitomi trips over her own feet as she charges, slamming hard into the hardwood floor, smashing her lower lip against her teeth. The children continue to laugh derisively and Jonas frowns and holds his arm downwards to his daughter, but she knocks it away and backs up. She brushes brown hair away from her vision and situates herself in a made-up stance, her hands above her head and bent in a tangle.
"That's the stance your using?" Jonas asks and Hitomi nods angrily and he shrugs, "Alright." He motions for her to charge and she leaps forwards, looking like some sort of retarded monkey. Roth holds the shirt of his gi over his face, dying in laughter as Hitomi flails about. Jonas blocks and dodges the odd attacks, if they can be called such, and intending to put Hitomi out of her misery, sends his powerful foot forwards.
His wide sole connects with Hitomi's face like a boulder connecting with an ant and sends Hitomi flying backwards in a trail of blood and spit. She slams down hard, rolling across the ground and Jonas frowns, slightly saddened by what he was forced to do. It's for her own good, though.
"Well, as we can see, she just isn't read--"
"I'll stuff your words back down your throat!" Hitomi yells, stumbling to her now bowlegged stance, spitting out a couple of teeth.
"Hitomi, stop this, you know you aren't ready!" Jonas commands and Hitomi begins to charge, but from the kick, her equilibrium is destroyed and she staggers backwards, slamming into one of the numerous wooden support beams. Jonas rushes to assist her as the laughter dies down and the gymnasium doors open. Jonas holds Hitomi up by her sagging shirt as his beautiful Japanese wife steps forwards, holding a black cellphone on a metal tray.
"Lord Jonas, the phone beckons you forth." She says in deep respect and Jonas smiles at his mail order bride and waves her towards him. She works the tight fitting kimono like a diva, the laughter turning into hollers and whistles from all the students, even the young bi-curious females. Jonas reaches for the phone with a smile,
"It's probably business. Mucho Arigato, Keiko."
"Lord Jonas...my name is Nanami." His wife answers and Jonas shrugs apathetically as he answers the phone,
"What up, its J-DawG, holla at me." He turns away and begins to talk to his homies, but Hitomi recovers to her feet and seizes her only one opportunity. Nanami attempts to obstruct her daughter, but Hitomi pushes her mother to the ground and Jonas barely has time to spin around before Hitomi sucker punches him in the right kidney.
Gasps erupt from the crowd as Jonas falls to the ground, his brand new phone crashing to the ground as he collapses and Hitomi laughs out in triumph,
"That's right, ya straight poser! DOA here I come!" Hitomi cackles as she leaps over the groaning Jonas and runs out of the dojo, no one paying her any attention. Everyone gathers around their fallen leader, but it is Nanami that comforts him.
"Are you okay, Lord Jonas?" She asks through compassion and Jonas scowls furiously,
"Where'd that dirty bitch go?"
"She's off to DOA, My Lord." Roth says, walking over, "Where she'll probably get stripped naked, experimented on, and shoved in a tube to be fed intravenously forever." Jonas sighs and lays back sullenly, separated from his only child,
"One can only Hope."