This is going to be totally random to me, because I dunno what's happening next, but you know the drill. I don't own DOA, blah blah… but I do own my own little ragamuffins. Let's all get along, ok, so I can keep this thing going. Shout out to Thunder and Red, by the way. Oh yea, I love you Tomi, my dear.

Two Years: And The Rest?

Guns 'N Roses

You Could Be Mine

(Multi)

Well, by now, Ramsie and Lei Fang were in a discussion about views on living conditions and what not. Then they were interrupted by a deep knock at the door. Lei Fang jumped up, going to go get it, as Ramsie dreamily watched her cross the room. He could do that all night, no doubt…

"Jann Lee? What are you doing here?" is all Ramsie had to hear…

He jumped up, and came up behind Lei Fang, staring at Jann Lee, asking "Yes, Jann, what are you doing here?"

Jann Lee shifted a little, and then spoke solidly "Just wondering if you two were busy. I'm all done with everything for the day, and have nothing to do."

Ramsie could obviously tell Jann Lee was lying his ass off, but it really didn't matter. He gave a content nod, and then remembered dinner. He gave a sigh and began to think fast... what to do, hmmm? He gave the air a whiff, and then gave Lei Fang a light tap on the shoulder.

"You have to go check your food… don't want it to be ruined, you know…" was the answer to this.

As she went to go check the food, he stepped out the door, and quietly closed it, leaning against the door coolly, and giving Jann Lee a most cocky look. Almost like staring at himself, really. Before Jann Lee could really get to open his mouth, Ramsie put up a hand, and got up off the wall, giving a slight yawn, and preparing to speak.

"Listen, Diana, what are you doing bothering the woman when she has company?" questioned Ramsie in a wispy downbeat.

Jann Lee grumbled at him "Well I… maybe I… have no friends…"

Ramsie smacked a hand to his forehead, and sighed "Well, no wonder… you growl and yell at everybody in your presence, like you're a hot-blooded prince. Do you mean to treat people like that?"

Jann quietly declared "No, no I don't."

Ramsie commented with his swarthy ease "Well, then show 'em that you're a pal. Have some patience, will ya? Well, tell you what, I'll hang out with you some other time, and teach you people skills. Just go occupy your time now, and think on this."

And with those words being spoken, he shooed Jann Lee away, and watched him slowly go down the hall to the game room. Another lonely time shoot pool around, I guess, huh? Ramsie couldn't worry about that, now… he had to get back in the apartment, and try and totally win over Lei Fang some more. He was giving a good effort after all. He turned around, and tried to open the door, but no dice. The handle wouldn't budge. He was locked out! He began to knock on the door, desperately calling inside.

"Hey, uhh… Lei Fang… I'm locked out…"

When that didn't work he yelled a bit "Lei Fang, could you open up, really quick!"

She opened the door, and asked in a light confusion "What? What's the matter, Ramsie?"

He gave her a look of unbelief, and sighed "You know, you locked the door , right…"

Lei Fang opened up the door, and gave a little giggle "I'm so sorry… I must've really frightened you, huh? Well, dinner should be done, soon."

Jimi Hendrix

Spanish Castle Magic

(Multi)

Gigs was enjoying his 'fancy chicken' (Hey, no way in hell he, or I, could pronounce the name of that damn chicken dish.) though he was still stealing rolls and napkins, and trying to put wine into his little flask. Helena looked across the table at him, and couldn't help but smile. He actually did bring joy to her meager and boring existence, with a totally out of the ordinary style.

Helena gathered up a little courage, and said softly "Gigred?"

Gigs hated being called by his real name, but he let her do it, because he could tell what she had to say was obviously important "Yes, Helena? I'm all ears for whatever you're about to say."

"Gigs… thank you for being with me. My normal schedule is usually so dull and boring… if I didn't have you, I would never get to really do anything… so when you have time, show me something you do… " came the confessions and the offer from her mouth.

Gigs nodded, and gave a considerable burp, the chicken-whom-not-be-pronounced already gone. "Of course. Think you could come to NY sometime?"

Once Helena got done, she paid the bill, and they went on they're way, to the park. He figured working down the food would be good, and all. As they walked through, the night sky was lit up with stars, and Helena hugged onto his arm, adoring him even more so than the stars themselves. He held her as they took a seat on a bench to talk before they had to go back to the solitary standings of their rooms, for the guys would probably be back, and asleep by now.

Gigs gave a soft grin as he wrapped his arms around Helena, enjoying everything about this moment in the park. Then he heard some solid thuds which interrupted him, as he perked up, and looked around. It sounded like thumping on wood, and it annoyed him and intrigued him at the same time, so he felt he had to locate the problem, and eliminate it. He gave a huge sigh, and pulled Helena a little closer to speak to her. Though he really didn't feel like getting up, he just hated on-going noises with a passion. Mental thing, I guess.

"Helena, I'll be right back. Goin' to go see 'bout that damn sound. It's annoyin' as shit, and I'm endin' it." He threw out, slightly stern about the noise.

He started to walking around looking for anyone and anything that was, or would be, making that annoying sound. He pondered to himself about who would DARE thump on stuff while he was with Helena? Then he gave an odd grunt, and shook his head, expelling the rich-guy attitude from his head. That's the last thing he wanted, following him around. He followed the thumps as they got louder, and yes, it was quite a distance away, and they were really loud thumps. He found the source, alright…

His eyes scanned her up and down, and he asked grumpily "Who the hell're you, and what the flyin' fuck do you think you're doin' at…" then he looked down at his watch, and continued "11:47 at night punchin' trees?"

Hitomi gave him an odd look, and then it turned angry "Look, I'm training alright? I don't need mouth from you, 'kay?"

Gigs rubbed his temples, and began yelling at her in Italian, 'cause he, Ramsie, and Valencho were Italian-New Yorkers. I'll just translate, since I don't know any Italian, but like to think I do. "Ohhh, mother fucker… I swear, if you don't stop that damn pounding, I'll pound you! Pussy pupil!"

Her eyes bulged, because just by the way he yelled it at her, she could tell he had cussed badly at her, so she yelled back in German. Yea, I don't know this, either. "Back the fuck up, shit head! Pull your head out your ass, so you can see the public park signs!"

They both gave each other stares of intensity, and Gigs will must have won the fight, for Hitomi gave a pouting huff, and turned quickly from him, which smacked him in the face with her long brunette locks, and scooped up her stuff, storming away. He scratched his cheek a little, because it got kinda itchy now (seriously, that's usually what happens…) then stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Then he heard from a distance "And I hope that damn tree falls on you!"

He yelled back at her "You're just mad 'cause you can't have my tree!"

Then he turned around and began to great trek back to the bench. He hoped she didn't leave already… he would kick himself if that happened… but we have to leave him now to put an end to both their nights, 'cause we'll start with Lei Fang, and Ramsie. Lei Fang had finished and she had cooked quite a nice dinner , too. Fried pork dumplings, red snapper in Szechwan hot sauce, and Szechwan fried rice. Mmm…. But just remember, I, myself do not know how to cook this or anything at all. If the food is a little off on authenticity, forgive me, Thunder is the man from China land, not me. Either way, the dinner was great. After dinner, they sat back watching chick-flicks until Ramsie suggested old martial arts films. They sat back laughing at the special effects (if you could call those special…) the voice-overs, and the overall fakeness. After all, they're real martial artists, and they know how it really is…

All in all, Ramsie ended up spending the night with her. NOT like that, pervert bastards. They slept in separate places. Ramsie got the couch, and Lei Fang took to her hotel bed. Naturally. Anyway, the next day, Ramsie made breakfast. Yes, he can cook. He made pancakes, bacon, scrapple, grits, and for some reason, a very ghetto ramen recipe. All in all it was a good breakfast, too. He proudly grinned at his accomplishment, as Lei Fang gave a look of surprise as she tasted all the dishes.

"Where'd you learn to cook? 'Cause you don't strike me as the cooking type…" asked a bewildered Lei Fang.

Ramsie gave an arrogant laugh "You don't live in a house that usually stays empty without picking up a trick or two."

Iron Maiden

The Trooper

(I'm not really sure…)

Either way, like it or not, it's tournament time. Seriously, the competition began getting stiff, and a few people had straight out stone looks on their faces. Ramsie, Valencho, and Cassius sat down to watch, seeing as they were out and all. Gigs match was up first, and he was actually going up against Hitomi, whom he'd met the other night. He didn't know who she was by name, so he wasn't going to expect seeing 'that crazy girl'. Hitomi didn't know him by name either, so the same situation sprang up. Though she did think he was kinda cute, but she still saw him as a jerk. Once the two stepped into the arena, they both had blank stares for 30 seconds… then they began cussing at each other in their native tongue again. Sorry people, you're going to have to wait 'til next chapter for this extremely explosive baby.

End of Ch. 6

I rather like this one. I feel like I've made quite an accomplishment, and don't suck anymore. Thunder and Red, you have advanced my skills! Thank you so much! If I do get readers, I sure hope they'll enjoy this… Well, Peace!

Licking Pennies (Da Fuzz '05)