Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive.
Bayman giggles to himself as he makes the long walk back to the bedrooms, thinking about all those pure virgins he's going to get for being good. Feeding him grapes in spicy lingerie that covers just the important bits or maybe they'll just fold their wings over themselves. Screw Tanya, she was a boy's crush and he's an underarm hair growing teenager now. He rubs his hands together in anticipation, just a few more light side points and he'll be a Jedi and that's when--
"THERE HE IS!" Bayman halts in his tracks at the fear instilling sound of Headmistress Amalda Huber's commanding voice. Outside of the boy's bedroom chamber stands almost the entire orphanage, save the underpaid Hispanic maids and Jones. Tanya is crying hysterically, wearing a white robe, dripping from head to toe as if she just went through some sort of chemical decontamination.
"You all miss me that much? It was nap time, so I just used the--"
"Stop right there! Matthew, Walter, grab him!" Amalda commands and Bayman only has time to squeal before he is in the hands of the two largest staff officials. Amalda was always strict, but this is out and out cruel, and Bayman has no idea why!
"What did I--" Bayman is violently interrupted as Tanya rushes forwards and slaps him across his face.
"I laid in it, you sick bastard! I laid in it!" Tanya buries her face in Amalda's bosom and sobs uncontrollably and Bayman looks around, drowning in confusion at all the derisive and disdainful looks on everyone's faces.
"I don't even know what's going on!" He cries out, uselessly struggling against his human shackles.
"Bayman I am so disappointed in you," Amalda begins, seemingly on the edge of tears, "This is the worst and most despicable thing a man could do...in a woman's bed..."
"I'm telling you--" Bayman chokes on his words as one of the officials elbows him in the side,
"Silence, beast!" Walter always seemed like a gentle beast, but not here, not now. Bayman struggles to re-open his eyes, biting back the pain, and searches the crowd. He sees Aurelio and Frode, both smiling sinisterly. They had to be the culprits, no one else would have any reason to set him up.
"How many lashings this time, Headmistress?" Walter asks with a great level of anticipation and Bayman's eyes buldge.
"This was no prank, this is simply malicious. Lashings simply won't be enough," Amalda answers, her face a mask of stern retribution, "Take him to the cage!" The mob bursts into cheers and Bayman throws himself to the ground in front of Amalda, tugging on the hem of her long black dress,
"Please, Headmistress, you know me! I'd never do this...whatever it is! Sure Tanya thinks she's an American, having kids at fifteen and all, but I'm over that! I hope that kid comes out just fine, and that she doesn't drop it like that Brittney bitch did hers. I swear!"
Amalda looks down, weighing and measuring him with all six feet of her prowess. Pity in her eyes, or perhaps a sort of compassion. She raises an eyebrow in thought, pensive for a long moment and then she speaks,
"Who's this Brittney you speak of?" Bayman almost gags.
"Uh...Brittney Williams, she was a character in this book I read...yea, never mind."
"Haul him away!" Bayman closes his eyes and clinches his jaw, knowing at this moment how it feels to be a minority in front of a juror of his 'so-called' peers.
After Bayman is dragged away, the crowd disperses to travel back to the cafeteria for dinner. Aurelio and Frode dawdle behind for a second, smiling dastardly at each other.
"He had a good run, but it was just too much of a risk." Frode says solemnly and Aurelio nods,
"It's true. The ends justify the means. It had to be done." They turn to each other and hold their hands up, palms flat,
"High five!" Then stop and look down at their hands and laugh deviously,
"Better not."
"Oh come on, just a scrap! My stomach is burning!" Bayman yells, holding his hands out of the cracks in between the thick metal bars of the hanging cage right outside the cafeteria. The satisfied orphans flood out of the doors, smiles on their faces and steak dinners in their stomachs. Not once in all the time that Bayman has resided in the orphanage have steaks been served!
"Jones you fat fagget!" Bayman hollers as loud as he can, trying to re-situate himself on the hard, metal floor of the cage, covered with bits of itchy, hay, poking him in his posterior with every move. Abdullah walks passed, still with A.1. Sauce at the corners of his mouth, his sycophantic bitches following at his heels.
"Hey, King Abdullah, help me out here!" Bayman begs and the tall boy looks over with a sneer.
"You shame all the men in the world, pudgy little white boy. Wasting your powers in such ways." He begins to turn, but Bayman reaches out, but regrets it immediately as the devil worshiping Penelope bites down on his hand. He withdraws immediately, but continues talking,
"C'mon! It wasn't me! It was my old gang, they sold me down the river, but only because they knew I wanted to join you guys! Yea, buddy! I wanna be part of your harem. I'll even wear a dress, just like all those black actors had to. You know, to be discredited? I'll discredit myself, just use that spear of yours and stick it in that hole."
"I won't stand idly by and listen to this foul mouthed innuendo, you sick freak!" Paola demands and holds her gun/hand out at him and Bayman withdraws to the back of his cage whimpering. The four of them continue on down the hallway and Bayman catches a glimpse of the two youngsters, Clive and Quang walking together.
"Hey, you two, help me out of here!" Bayman snaps his fingers at them and Clive and Quang walk up to him and look up suspiciously, "C'mon squirts, help me and I'll never lock you guys in the girls' bathroom ever again."
"Sorry, Bayman, but we have to take this baby to Tir Asleen." Clive and Quang both coddle some baby doll in-between them and Bayman scowls, but knows its his only chance.
"I'll take care of the baby, Clive, just help me out of here. I know the way, I promise. I'm ten times bigger than you two, I'm a brave warrior, just give me a sword and I'll win this war for you." Bayman promises and he can see Clive and Quang deliberating together, but Bardric, the seventeen year old German boy walks up, shaking his head.
"Don't mind him, kids, just move along. He's fool enough for one thousand and aint worth a squirrel's fart."
"Don't do this to me, Bardric! I've never done anything to you!" Bayman demands angrily and Bardric scowls and points his finger derisively,
"What you did to Tanya is unforgivable. You sit in your coffin and rot!" Bardric grabs the two boys by the hands and leads them off and Bayman presses his face to the bars and yells through,
"Wait for me, Bardric! When I get out of here I'm going to cut off your head and stick it on the tether ball pole!"
"You yell far too much to be attractive," Dorota says as she walks passed him, by herself as usual, "I used to like you."
"F that, beyatch! Who are you to talk down to me? Your face looks like a crater shat on in! You've got enough spare tires around your massive waist for a family of truckers, and, but not limited to, you've got both reproductive organs!" Bayman throws a handful of hay out the bars and Dorota runs off screaming and crying.
He sees Kumiko walk passed and immediately reaches to the back of his mind to remember the tiny bit of her native language that he knows,
"Hai, Onegai, Morimoto-sensei!" She looks up with a perplexed stare, eyebrow raised and Bayman smirks,
"You see, I'm well traveled in the world. I'll take you on my private jet if you help me out of here, whatcha think?"
"You're challenged, Bayman, seriously. Always drooling at me. I'm not just some piece of meat! I have feelings, I have a mouth, but it's used to express myself, not what you want it for! Maybe if you treated me like a person, then--"
"You know what, just keep walking, unless you're doing gymnastics, you're a real bore." Bayman waves her away and she huffs and continues walking. He squints in an attempt to see her cheeks moving as she walks, but she's got no ass.
Shrugging indifferently, Bayman sits in the back corner of his cage, exhausted and furious. He closes his eyes and thinks of how Quai-Gon meditated to open the field before battling that Sith. His useless thoughts are interrupted as he hears soft padded steps coming from the cafeteria and a soft mumbling, as if someone is talking to themself. He knows that voice though.
"So it's tomorrow then, because Mark is switched out for the new supervisor, they won't even notice I'm gone until I'm out of the country. And then it's on to this tournament..." Jann Lee chuckles to himself and Bayman smirks insidiously,
"Leaving are you?" Jann stops in his tracks and looks up with a stunned look on his grave face, "Talking aloud of secret plans may not be the best option in the future."
"Bayman...didn't know you were still alive."
"Still warm, the blood that courses through my veins."
"Like they'd believe you anyways." Jann Lee turns away and continues walking, but Bayman chuckles mirthlessly,
"What better time to rat on someone than when you're in trouble yourself?" Bayman throws it out there, wondering if it'll work, and as Jann stops in his tracks, he continues, "I don't care where you're going, just take me along, just outside of the orphanage. There's nothing left for me here, Tanya's a slut, my henchmen are fickle pervs, and I finally talked to Kumiko and I wanted to drill through my head."
"You're too dangerous to be left alive." Jann turns around with fire in his eyes, muscles and tendons bulging and heat radiating off the top of his head.
"Going Super Sayajin won't do anything. I'm a piglet when it comes to food and I know there's leftovers in the cafeteria. I'll plow over you in a second to get to those steaks, I kid you not." Bayman attempts to flex his own pitiful muscles, but they're non-existent.
"Tomorrow at activity then, but if you slow me down, I won't hesitate." Jann relaxes and continues walking and Bayman almost thinks to offer up praise to Yoda himself.