Chapter Six: Grey's Anatomy

Author's Note: Heyz everybody! I'm baaaaaccccckkkk and once again here with another chapter…as the title suggests, this one will be a bit Grey-tastic…and include a few surprises! Oh, and don't worry, just 'cause it's a little Grey-centric doesn't mean it won't include any Tekken Characters…in fact, you'll be surprised who decides to show up! Well, here we go! Bummer that we can't respond to reviews…so I'd like to thank everyone who's taken the time to read and review…and for those who don't review thank you for even taking the time to read! I really appreciate it!

Douglas Greyson had seen quite enough at the bar…he was disgusted, pissed off, and tired. He was a mix of emotions right now…he wanted to smoke, he wanted to beat shit up…and he felt horny for some reason (but that was nothing new…) He watched Jamie and his friends from his corner and downed a shot of tequila…it burned on the way down and felt like it would take the lining off his throat.

He did love Japan for this…the legal drinking age was 18…well; Grey had jumped that hurtle two years ago…other then that, Grey felt remarkably out of place and uncomfortable here.

The biggest city he had ever been to prior to Tokyo was Nashville…and that was only for a summer vacation at the Orphanage…

"Can take the boy out of A-Town…but can't take the A-Town outta the boy…" He mumbled to himself…using the slang term for his beloved home town of Alcoa Tennessee.

He hadn't been back there since December…he really had no reason too…his home, and his family were burnt to ashes…and it would be too hard…he had some friends there, but he hadn't kept in much contact with them.

He sighed and took another drag of his cigarette and blew it out of his nostrils…the bartender…who's name was Jinichiro or something to that affect…refilled his drink…which Grey downed quickly again.

He loved the power that he received from being an Avatar…but the only problem with it was that he couldn't get as drunk as he used too…his liver had been so jacked up with a tolerance that the best he could hope for was a heavy buzz…and a warm fuzzy feeling over his face.

"Thanks…" He slurred somewhat…and smudged his ciggie in the ashtray.

He continued watching Jamie and his friends and thought disgustingly how it looked like some kind of international acne cream commercial…and to top it all off, Jamie was drinking coke! He was nineteen fucking years old! Why in the hell was he drinking coke!

Grey decided it was time to leave…he wasn't in this tournament to make friends…but a very small part of him wished that he could…Grey chalked this sudden feeling of sentimentality up to the fact that he was buzzing from the nicotine and the alcohol…

He realized that it was only early afternoon…and that it was a little distasteful to get hammered now…but, in America…it was probably night time anyway…and he was still running on that time zone.

He paid the bartender and blearily began to walk out of the lounge…the sunlight felt somewhat harsh to his eyes, so he whipped out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. They were plastic looking, and rectangular shaped…they cost about thirty dollars…which Grey thought was highway robbery, so he decided to steal them.

And so, here he was…Tokyo…and he was restless…

What was there to do here?

"Hey!" A booming voice echoed through the hotel lobby.

Grey broke into a grin…looks like he was going to have a fun day after all.

Quickly, he turned around to see who was calling him…he was a big man…he had scraggly white hair that looked as if it had been black at one time. He was remarkably tan and wore alligator printed pants and a vest to match. His shoes were…big surprise…also alligator print…

Maybe it was the liquor running through his body…or maybe it was his naturally violate temper…but Grey immediately took a disliking to this man…and when that happened, fists tended to fly and bones started to get broken.

Grey sighed.

"What do you want?"

The man smiled cockily and gave Grey a quick once over.

"You new here or sumthin' kid?"

"Yes…yes I am new…" Grey began. He took off his sunglasses and sighed again. "Look, why don't you tell me what you want. I'm tired, and it's too FUCKING HOT!"

"I'm Marduk…Craig Marduk…" He began.

"Uh huh?"

Grey crossed his arms across his chest and let his long shock of black hair sway in the air conditioning.

"And I don't like you!" He said.

"Well we have something in common then." Grey answered coolly.

"I've heard about you," Marduk began to walk towards Grey…who still stood his ground.

"Most people in this tournament are afraid of me…you realize that don't you?" He got right up to Grey's face.

"Most people are sheep…" The young man answered.

Marduk began to get angry now…as a sort of ritual, he always harassed the newbies…and this little goth punk (Or "emo" as they were now called) kid wasn't budging.

"I heard you're Heihachi's new little bitch…you're gonna go cryin' to him after I'm done with you…"

"Back…up…off…" Grey snarled…his mahogany eyes glinting with rage.

He'd been abused before…he went to a foster home for 3 months when he was twelve where the father had beat him and…done other things…since then, Grey had some issues with his personal space being violated when he was threatened.

His pierced lip curled in anger…and he could feel his muscles tensing. Marduk only laughed…after all, this kid couldn't have weighed more then 125 pounds…even Jamie was a good twenty pounds heavier then this kid!

Marduk decided to go for the gusto…and it would be something he would truly regret…with great flourish, Marduk ripped Grey's glasses off, and crushed them in his meaty hands. He began to laugh…while Grey only saw red…he was vaguely aware that their little stand off was attracting some attention.

The laughter echoed through Grey's mind and brought back negative images…people laughing at him at school for being different…the abusive father laughing at him as he…

Grey screamed angrily grabbed Marduk quickly and chucked him out the window…glass shattered everywhere as Marduk uttered a strange.

"WWUUURRRGGGHHH" Sound as he fell.

Marduk landed on the pavement, while startled passerby immediately jumped out of the way. Casually, Grey walked out the door and knelt down to face his vanquished foe.

"Are you trying to scare me? Please…you can't touch me…I don't scare or take pain easily…I've had piercings done that hurt more then you ever could!"

"You…you…"

"I…I…" Grey began…he knelt down and gingerly plucked Marduk's sunglasses from his pocket…they were red tinted…and made the young Avatar feel like a rock star…he put then on. "I've got your glasses…thanks!" He winked at Marduk.

Grey then kicked Marduk one last time before heading off down the street…after all, he was to meet Heihachi Mishima at the manor…and it was best not to keep him waiting…

(Three hours later)

Heihachi Mishima gently let his sake glass fall towards the lacquered table and it landed with a small tic…he sighed contentedly…the Geisha's in his personal tea room played a relaxing song on their shamisen. He could feel the tensions of the day slip away as he meditated.

My plans are coming to fruitarian…the Nephilim…the avatar…and the girl…the reincarnation of the princess…are here…soon the Ritual of Triumvarence can begin…

Although he wasn't exactly sure who Grey and Jamie were the avatars of…but Dr. Abel was working on it…it was a lucky coincidence the night of the ritual took place the day after the tournament…so it seemed logical that he should host a tournament now to lure the three into his trap.

True, he needed to run a few more tests on Grey…and possibly Jamie if he could…but with the ritual would come the resurrection…the resurrection of evil itself…and it would be completely under Heihachi's control.

He smiled to himself…after spending all that time back in the sixteenth century, even he was glad to be back with the comforts of modern living…while he never did get his hands on Soul Caliber or Soul Edge…he had gotten close enough to become considerably more powerful then he had ever been.

He supposed that he should, in some ways, thank his idiot son, and grand children…after all, with the help of that stupid Nephilim, they took out Heihachi's own father…a feat that Heihachi wasn't really in the mood to deal with.

He sighed contentedly and listened to the shamisen play…one of the other Geisha's in the room dutifully refilled his sake cup…and Heihachi breathed in the rich aromas from the room…all was quiet…all was peaceful…all was going according to plan…

Until he heard a loud stomping of big, steel toed, outrageously tacky boots.

He knew immediately who it was…his new adopted "son"…and temporary ward…Grey wasn't that hard to manipulate…pay Bryan Fury to torch an Orphanage and leave out a few technicalities…

And Heihachi now had one third of the Triumvirate eating out of his hand. He chuckled at the stupidity of youth today…then put on a straight face. Grey opened the scream door abruptly and accidentally slammed it shut…stupid boy…he had even more bounce to his swagger and a huge, prideful grin on his face.

"I heard that you had an exciting afternoon."

"Yup…I've seen rednecks before…but no one nearly as bad as this guy named…"

"Marduk? Craig Marduk." Heihachi answered simply.

"Yeah…how'd you-"

"Word came to me that you got in a fight with him…and broke a window on my property." Heihachi glared at Grey from across the table.

Immediately, Grey's cocky attitude seemed to diminish…and his big brown eyes (well, the one that wasn't covered with hair) looked down at the floor.

"Sorry…" He murmured.

He was so easy to manipulate…

"It's alright…just for next time…remember, to keep discreet…unless I say so…"

"Already two steps ahead of you…" Grey began. "Everyone goes out to party on the first night…I'll make an appearance and stir some shit up." He finished with a devious smile.

"Sounds good…but you need a base of operation…I won't have you staying at the hotel." Heihachi began.

"So…what's going to happen?"

Suddenly, the door opened again, and this time a tall, middle aged Japanese man stepped in…he was lanky, but had definite muscle tone…he was sort of built like Grey was…just Grey was not exactly as ripped. Grey remembered him…his name was Lee Chaolon…he had seen him on the televised Iron Fist Tournaments.

"Hello, I'm Lee…looks like we're going to be sharing my mansion." He said with a coy smile.

Grey stood up, smiled, and offered his hand. "Douglas Greyson at your service…"

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update…but y'know…wackiness ensued…and school and all…and y'know what? After writing this chappie I really miss writing about Jamie and the gang! Oh, and before I forget I'm taking a poll so please answer…WHO SHOULD JAMIE'S ROOMMATE BE! I thought about Steve…but that's been done…then I thought about Eddy…and then I realized that I'm still not quite sure what he's going to be doing…and then I thought about Kyo…so lemme know okay? Oh yeah, and weren't y'all surprised when Lee came back? I know I am…I'm still trying to figure out how he's back…but I kinda know now…well, please read and review! MUCH LOVE TO EVERYONE AND THANKS TO SHADOWSIN, THEE SLUSHEE, DEVILBILLY, KARISAN, and everyone else…oh yeah, AND COIN JAGER! AND KRAPP KARMIN!