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 : Tony Woods - "You notice how most comedians like to end their show with a big laugh, a big joke at the end with a big laugh? I figure, why do that...I haven't done it the whole show, why start now?"
Helena relaxes sprawled out on her multi-million dollar yacht, sunbathing like the Goddess she thinks she is, under her personal heat and light source. She may claim that DOATEC belongs to her philanderer of a father, but she wastes no time in spending the dead man's money. She bought the grand white yacht with blue trim from a Cuban drug lord who she let rub her perfect feet one time, and the red, gaudy bikini she wears was stolen directly off of a Victoria's Secret Model. She didn't steal it herself of course, she's too affluent to touch professional eye candy.
Helena's black dog, she forgets what breed, trots to her side with a tray tied to his back with a Cinnamon Valina Frappuccino resting atop it. It is her personal black servant and is just the right height since she rarely ever leaves her curved backside. Most boaters use lawn chairs on their decks, but Helena lies down a leather recliner that she purchased directly from the White House.
"You're dismissed." Helena waves what's-his-name away as she takes her drink and places the cool glass to her pink painted lips. Her specially designed Outlast Lip Color which she had her top inverters create specifically for her, doesn't come off on the glass. In fact, it never comes off, she just keeps putting on extra coats in the hopes of getting lips as big as that Tomb Raider chick.
The dog sneers and then rushes away from the deck and Helena decides its time to flip over for her even tan. She stands up to remove her white jacket which she in no way, shape, or form bought from the GAP through curiosity. She slips the comfortable fabric away in a twirly flourish, but notices something glistening in the water.
Helena peeks over the side with a certain aspect of her interest peeked, and notices something that might just be the biggest diamond in recorded history. It might be underwater, but Diamonds don't rust, she heard from somewhere that they last forever. Without a seconds hesitation, Helena tosses her five hundred dollar Gucci sunglasses to the deck, hearing the crash as she leaps over the side.
Helena dives beautifully, all those swimming lessons with Nagare finally paying off, and she sinks deep into the crystal waters. She searches for the apple of her eye, that massive rock that's probably bigger than her ego, but in search, she notices the beauty that is the ocean deep. The floor is covered in angelic magnificence, ranging from curved, ivory coral to superb sea anemones. Scores of striped and spotted fish swim together as one united, harmonious family.
Helena truly begins to appreciate the Creator's grand works, ones that she never took the time to appreciate in all her busy hours of shopping for extravagant pleasures. The big headed jellyfish and the long eel float together as friends, crabs ride atop the backs of stingrays, and little chef's hat wearing prawns cook up unlucky tadpoles that will never become frogs.
The fish seem to beckon her forward and Helena throws her arms backwards and kicks her feet, launching forwards like a graceless barracuda. She reaches out and begins drumming on an entire row of closed clams with her acrylic fingernails. Each one she clicks, the top opens and a glistening pearl pops out. AquaMan himself pops out from underneath a rocky ledge and strings the pearls together with a strand of his long, silky blond hair.
Helena accepts the gift with something that might just be flattery, and she places it around her own neck. She doesn't let simpletons touch her hair. Now if it was Batman, it would be a different story, but she doesn't even know how AquaMan came into existence. He grabs a hold of an octopus and glides away and Helena looks upwards to follow him.
She kicks her feet underneath to rise through the water, as two gray skinned majestic dolphins spin towards her. The beautiful creatures always look like their smiling. Helena holds her arms out and the two lovers maneuver underneath both of her perfectly toned arms and bring Helena to the surface. Helena's head emerges and the dolphins leap up out of the water, flipping and spinning, and then land back without splashes.
"Special entertainment for me?" Helena asks, paddling in the water, "It's like even the creatures of the sea know how important I am!" She grins widely, her sparkling teeth exposed, "At least you know where you stand on the chain."
"Where we stand?" Helena thinks she hears a voice as the male Dolphin calls out with a loud squeak, but she knows such low creatures can't possibly speak words.
"We can read your thoughts too, Human." The female says through insult, using her beak to prod Helena in the head. Helena back peddles away, an annoyed curve of her mouth twisting, but the male blocks her path,
"We are at the top, you're just lucky we can't walk on land. That Simpson's episode was just mocking us." The male slaps Helena on the butt with his long tail and she spins around angrily. She is the only one that is allowed to touch back there.
"Now you listen to me!" Helena shakes her fist, but the two un-intimidated Dolphin's don't back down. They continue to enjoy volleying her back and forth with their heads and tails. Helena begins to squeal through frustration when she can't escape, "You know I'm French right? So just let me surrender and we can be done with this!"
The Dolphins ignore Helena and she curses to herself for not trying to seduce AquaMan earlier, but notices that one dog she bought, run to the edge of the deck, barking for his or her master,.
"Oh good, Blacky, come down here and help me!" Helena waves her hands in the air, struggling to keep her head above water.
"Nah." The dog barks back and Helena scowls and the Dolphins erupt in laughter, "I've got better things to do." The liberated servant opens his legs and begins grooming himself inappropriately and Helena begins to plead,
"What about all those times I let you use my Gillette Venus razor smooth leg as a mate?" She asks, but the dog continues licking,
"Don't flatter yourself, Frenchie, I've had much better with Bass."
FIN :
-Grande Mucho Arigato to all those that read this and I truly hope you enjoyed it! My original plan fell threw of course because of all the delays, but maybe we'll cross paths on DOA 4 and I can display my mediocre skill! )
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James Hanson – Thanks for your comments on the story, your expectation for Ayane's ending made me try harder on it, so I hope it was to your liking. There wasn't too much I could do with a big ass fire.
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