Disclaimer: I do not own DOA blah blah blah...I think we already knew that, cuz if I did, would I really be here writing fanfiction about it? The answer is no. WARNING: This fic is AU, and you'll find out why later on.
The cloaked man barely dodged the bullet aimed for his head as he ducked and continued to sprint as fast as he could. He ran, but cried out in surprise and pain when a bullet embedded itself in his right shoulder. He stumbled, but quickly regained his footing; he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to live. He heard the pounding of feet several yards behind him. He did the janktauri, or the "disappearing technique" and re-appeared in front of a bar called The Seven Sorrows. He didn't care where he was or who was inside. He just needed to lay low for awhile. But then he noticed sign on the door. Hayate blinked at it and looked up at the sky. It was dusk. They must open only at night. Hayate's head snapped up at the soft crunch of a twig. Fuck. They were nearly upon him. So he banged on the door and prayed that somebody would open it up in time...
Ryu Hayabusa finished cleaning off the last table before his shift started. He put his washrag away, pulled out a chair from a table and sat down. He didn't sit down for long, however, when insistent banging on the door reached his ears. He looked over at Brad Wong, the owner of the bar, and saw his raised eyebrows. Ryu shrugged. "I'll get it Brad." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his boss nod. Ryu then headed toward the door. He unlocked the three locks on the door and opened it up. "Please! Let me inside! If you don't they'll kill me!" Ryu looked the guy over. He seemed genuine. That's when he noticed a dark red stain on the man's right shoulder. He looked down and noticed a small puddle underneath his feet. Ryu yelled over his shoulder. "Brad! This guy's hurt! Get out the medical supplies!" Just then the guy fell against Ryu. Ryu grunted at the unexpected weight that fell against him. He hefted him up and over his shoulder and went inside, shutting the door behind him. Ryu grunted and shifted the man's weight. He guessed the man weighed about 160 or 170 pounds. He weighed 154 pounds. So he has having a fair bit of trouble keeping his balance. Though only slightly. He carried him into the back room. Brad had cleared away stuff on the table and helped his employee and young friend place the now unconscious man on the table. "I'll take care of him, you just get ready for tonight." Brad was about to protest, but stopped himself. He had seen what the young man could do. "I'll be outside if you need anything." Brad didn't receive a response, but knew that Ryu had heard him. He shut the door and let the man work his magic. Literally.
Ryu ripped the shirt off of his right shoulder and grabbed a pair of tweezers. He was glad the man was unconscious, because he didn't have any anesthetic with him at the moment. He checked for an exit just to make sure. There wasn't one. Ryu sighed heavily. This was going to get real complicated real quick.
He could see the bullet which was a good sign, but the wound was still bleeding profusely. He had to get the bullet out before he bled to death. He had already lost enough blood as it was. Ryu stuck the tweezers inside the dark auburn-haired man's shoulder and winced at the squishy sound. He felt and saw the shiny metallic silver object. Sighing in relief, he carefully eased the bullet out and dropped it in a tin can. He then placed his hands over the wound. Nothing happened at first, then a golden light erupted from his palms and over the gun shot wound. It slowly closed up leaving not a trace that there had been anything wrong.
Ryu sighed once again; drained. He called for Brad, and together the two of them hefted him to Ryu's private quarter's for the time being Both men came downstairs to some more knocking on the door. Ryu went over to it and opened it up seeing a clear purple-eyed woman with white hair looking straight at him. Ryu just now realized that they were the same height. Ryu looked past her and saw two large men both past six feet tall. One had an orange beret hat on and an orange vest with ammunition clips in the pockets, and the other had tan camouflage on with a matching tan camo turban.
The lady in front of him "ahemed" loudly and rather rudely. "What can I do for you m'lady?" Ryu asked politely. "Have you seen a man about your height wearing a white fighting gi?" "He has auburn hair and reddish auburn eyes." The woman added. He was about to tell her yeah he had him upstairs, but something told him that she couldn't be trusted. "No, I haven't seen him. What's his name?" Ryu asked. "His name is Hayate Jukanin." "Now, have you seen him or not?" The lady's voice was no longer polite. It was cold and harsh.
Ryu narrowed his emerald green eyes at her. His tone of voice matched hers easily. "I already told you ma'am that I haven't seen or heard of him. Now, kindly take your business elsewhere." He shut the door in her face and walked back upstairs to check up on his charge.
Christie gritted her teeth in anger. "That little bastard is lying! I know it!" she hissed at nobody in particular. Both men nodded. They had seen it too. The blood spots on the man's brown t-shirt. Something was up. "I know that Jukanin is in there, the question is, is where?" Christie asked. Both men shrugged. "I say, since the little bastard won't tell us where he is, we beat it out of him." Bayman said grinning sadistically "Or, we can kill them both." Leon said grinning also. Christie nodded. It was settled. Since the young bartender wouldn't say where their target was, the long-haired young man would become a target himself...