Disclaimer: I only own the plot, thanks.

To Sunglasses' House We Go

"I'll bet you never expected to see me again."

He turned his head. "Hm?"

Leifang strolled up to him. "Don't you remember me? Because I certainly remember you. When I heard that Mister Dragon was going to be at DOA, I knew I had to come here too."

He narrowed his eyes as he recalled, "You were that girl in China. The one who doesn't like getting help."

"The one who doesn't need help," she corrected. He smiled a bit, but checked himself.

"I don't know how you got here, but this is no place for you," he said quietly.

"Once I win, you'll eat those words. I'll be seeing you Jann Lee."

She stared at him.

Then her eyes flashed white, then she spread her wings, carrying in her claws what he was sure was a voodoo doll…of himself—

HONK!

Jann Lee jerked up and slipped off the couch.

He straightened his glasses and looked around him. The window was open, and apparently it was gridlock hour.

"It was just a nightmare." He picked up the book he dropped.

HonkbEEEEP! He shut the window and rubbed his temples. Of all the times to get sick.

Jann Lee couldn't remember the last time he was sick. Now he was developing a migraine, and truth be told, he thought those were worse than broken ribs.

This was the only reason he allowed himself to read instead of working out that day. He felt extremely useless on days that he skipped training. "Look how that turned out," he muttered. He had fallen asleep and taken a trip down memory lane.

As harmless as Leifang was in the ring, she clearly made up for it in creative threats everywhere else. Although, as far as he knew, the last part of the dream was false. He blamed the hallucinations on the generic DayQuil he downed that morning.

Bzzt! He closed his eyes. Even the doorbell seemed much louder than usual.

Jann Lee strode to the door and pulled it open, and none other than Leifang looked up at him.

"Damn it," they both thought.

After she found her voice, she put on a smile. "Hi, Jann Lee!"

Of all the people he could've roomed with…it had to be him?

She hadn't intended on seeing Jann Lee so soon; spiked hair, sleek solid-colored clothing, dark eyes, and…Stop right there. She always thought he was unfairly attractive for all his arrogance, but she wasn't about to admit that.

"Nice glasses," she added, focusing on something ugly.

"Leifang." He sighed, took off the glasses and put them in his pocket. "You're late this year. You usually start bothering me for a fight before I even make it off the plane."

She opened her mouth to retort, then bit her lip. That may or may not have been true, last year, but that was the past. She smiled.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jann Lee, I'm not here to see you." He raised his eyebrows in skepticism. "Is Zack around?" she asked.

"Yes." He didn't say more.

Leifang thought he seemed…more out of it than usual, even by his standards.

She blinked. "Um, could you please get him for me?"

He massaged the back of his neck. "No."

"And why not?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

He coughed. "I try to avoid the bathroom whenever I hear running water."

She opened her mouth to ask what that was supposed to mean, but he continued.

"You know, Zack's goatee specialist came by earlier, and I told him never to darken my doorway again," he rambled, spewing distant memories. "So he'll probably be back in a few hours…if you want Zack, why don't you guys come back together? After I leave."

Leifang burst out laughing, and Jann Lee frowned. "I'm sorry!" she said, catching her breath. "It's just…I've never heard you say anything so…stupid! Are you ok?" she said, as her laughter faded.

He narrowed his eyes. "I don't joke about stuff like this. Goodbye, Leifang."

"Wait—" He closed the door on her.

"Well, how rude!" she said, stamping her foot. "Some things don't change." She pounded on the door. "More like: I don't joke about freaking anything!" she vented, punctuating her sentence with bangs on the door.

Jann Lee was reclined on the couch, almost settled into his ancient fighting text. This was a change. That had to be the first time he saw Leifang without her even bringing up the topic of a fight with him.

He heard the pounding and yelling. "Just when I thought Leifang was starting to grow up. False alarm." The pounding continued. Zack, you sad new victim, you don't know how persistent this girl is.

"Hey man, you gonna get that?" his roommate asked, sticking his head out of the bathroom.

"No. It's definitely not for me," he replied.

"Yo, what if it's my Halo 3? I'll get it," Zack said.

"Don't you dare come into the living room without clothes again!" Jann Lee warned.

"Shoot, don't get your hopes up." Zack came out in a towel and slippers and opened the front door.

Leifang glanced at his attire and blushed, quickly looking at his face.

"Hi Zack! Long time no see! Your roommate told me you were busy."

"I ain't ever too busy for you, Miss Leifang," he said unabashedly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Zack asked.

Behind him, Leifang heard a snort.

Zack shot Jann Lee a dirty look and guided her inside. "And come in. Let's stay over here, where we won't be eavesdropped on." They sat at the kitchen island.

"Thanks," she said, grinning. She lowered her voice, but spoke rushed and excited. "Well, I was coming home late the other day, and I passed through an alley. Then I got attacked at gunpoint, but I took care of it, he was a coward. Then some beggar came up to me with this!" And she showed him the flyer.

Zack grabbed it and skimmed it. "Leifang, do you know what this is?" he said, kind of panicky.

"Well, yeah…Spitfire is a local underground tag tournament. I was hoping you could be my…Zack, what are you doing!"

He had taken a lighter to the flyer. "Don't worry about it, I got it all up here," he said pointing at his head as the paper burned. He grinned.

"What was that about?" she demanded.

He lowered his voice. "I've heard stuff about tourneys like this. If you get caught with paper evidence that this competition even existed, the event organizer mafia could take you out!"

Her jaw dropped a little. "Zack, I know this tournament is some kind of secret, but I think you're exaggerating."

"Girl, this shit is serious!" He was animated, but seemed more excited and less panicked now that the paper was destroyed.

"And so am I. I really, really want to do it," she said enthusiastically. "Would you be my partner? Maybe you could prepare me for whatever is down there."

Zack pondered for a moment.

"Let me just ask you this…Is there money involved?"

"Yeah, I think there's a cash prize—"

"Is there honeys involved?"

"Well, I'm sure there would have to be some women there, but I don't know what kind…"

He pondered a moment longer. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Say no more. Leifang Wang, are you ready to be street?"

She raised both eyebrows. "Zack, my family name isn't Wang—"

"Are you ready to eat street?" he asked, chomping an imaginary piece of asphalt.

"Excuse me?" Now Zack was starting to scare her.

"Are you ready to drink, breathe, and live street?"

"Well…" What was she getting herself into?

"Say it!" He stood up.

"Yeah."

"Mean it!" He pointed at her.

"Yes!"

"Ok then! Holla at me tomorrow!" he said, going to his room.

"Wait, Zack! The tournament's in less than two weeks! We have to get to work."

"What, you mean now?" he said, scratching his back.

"Of course! We have so much to cover! So many partner techniques to learn…there's going to be a lot of training involved…" Leifang was already scheming as she grabbed his wrist.

"Aight fine, just let me—"

"I don't think you understand," Leifang said, looking at him gravely. "This isn't about you and me, this is about the dignity and honor of anyone who has ever had a dream." Her eyes shone for a solid 5 seconds, and Zack was too freaked out to interrupt. "Ok, let's go," she said, pulling him out the door.

Zack scratched his head. He started having second thoughts about accepting her offer back at the first mention of work.

He also wasn't wearing any clothes, but that wasn't really a problem in his opinion.

On the other hand, he had a woman practically beg for him, and drag him away from his room naked. Come on now, how often did that happen?

"This might get interesting," he postulated.

AN: (DOA 4 SPOILER) Although this story is pre-DOA 4, it is revealed in Jann Lee's ending that he can play the frikken trumpet, so I went ahead and assumed that he likes to read on the weekends. When he's ill. It was a risky move, but come on people! The trumpet! Humor me.