Wanted: A Dead or Alive Fanfiction

Wanted: A Dead or Alive Fanfiction
Prologue
By
Ranwolf (ranwolf@hotmail.com)

"Dead or Alive" and all related characters are the property of Tecmo Inc. All original characters are the propeof tof the author or those who had helped the author with the story.
WARNING! This story is sexual in nature. If you are under the appropriate age, do NOT read. The author will not take responsibility if you get in trouble.

Kasumi blushed fiercely at the question her long time friend, Tina Armstrong, had asked her. They were at a local restaurant with another of their friends, Lei-fang. It was one of their regular reunions. They've had such reunion several times a year since the last DoA tournament they had participated in, which was three years ago.
"C'mon Kas," the American woman prodded. "Don't hold back on us."
"Demo, I never agreed. That was between you and Lei-san," Kasumi replied, sounding embarrassed. Her face reddened further, remembering the question. Actually, it seemed more like a warped interrogation.
"How'd you lose your cherry?" Tina had asked. As much as Kasumi loved the professional wrestler, the woman was a bit of a perv.
Tina had no difficulty finding words to describe her story about how she and another wrestler ended up in a match in her bedroom. The Texan spared no detail in the telling of her tryst with the man. Kasumi was even told of scars that were not normally visible. Lei-fang was equally forthcoming with her story, but maintained some dignity by being less sordid. She just told of the events leading up to her wedding night with Jann Lee. The Chinese woman sighed wistfully as she absent-mindedly played with the simple gold band around her finger.
"Well Kas, what about you," Tina asked.
"Eeto..." Kasumi fidgeted. Her hands pressed tightly against each other in her lap. Her head was bowed and her face was tinged pink.
Tina and Lei-fang looked at each other. "Kasumi.." Lei-f paused for a moment and lowered her voice to spare the konoichi further embarrassment. "Are you still a virgin?" Kasumi nodded shyly.
"What about that guy you've been telling us about?," Tina asked. She looke to Lei-fang. "What was his name again?"
"Kenji," Lei answered. She turned back to Kasumi. "How long have you two been together?"
"About a year," she answered quietly.
"Sheesh, I've heard of fourteen-year-olds who didn't wait as long." Tina chuckled.
"That's because you come from a country full of hormonal sex-fiends," Lei taunted.
"True." Tina agreed without hesitation. "What was China's last census count? A billion plus, right?"
Lei didn't reply to the barb and turned back to Kasumi. "Don't mind her. She's probably been dropped on her head one too many times."
Kasumi smiled at her friends. She knew deep down, all they were saying was in jest. They meant no harm what-so-ever. The fact of the matter was, each of her previous boyfriends had tried to talk her into sleeping with them after only a few dates, dumping her when she didn't comply. One ended up with a broken jaw and a dislocated radius for being persistent.
Kenji was different, he let her set the pace of their relationship. Seemingly content to simply being with her. He had a cheerful, laid back personality that contradicted with the fierce sense of responsibility he displayed in matters involving the clan.
She felt her heart flutter briefly at the thought of his smile and eyes. His eyes were like twin pools of liquid obsidian that threatened to engulf her if she looked into them too long.
"How much do you want to bet she's thinking about him right now?" Lei-fang's words broke Kasumi from her train of thought.
The auburn-haired ninja blinked. "Nani?," Kasumi asked.
"Never mind. Listen, Kas," Tina turned more serious. "Do you love him?"
"Hai." Kasumi didn't hesitate to answer.
"Do you trust him?"
"Hai." Kasumi began to wonder where this was going. "Tina-san, I don't understand."
Tina let out an annoyed sigh. "You tell her, Lei."
Kasumi looked at the Chinese woman. "Lei-san.?" She was getting confused.
"Kasumi, what Tina is trying to say, in her warped definition of subtlety, is maybe you should.. uh show Kenji how much you care for him."
"Oh." A moment later the full impact of the comment hit her. "OH!." She blushed again. "I-I've thought of that," Kasumi said, she's not totally naïve. "It's just... it's just, I'm not sure how to tell him..."
"I see." Lei understood what the konoichi meant. She didn't want to sound like a fool or a whore bringing it up.
"Who said you had to ask?," Tina inquired. "I mean, can't you, like, surprise him by putting your hand on his crotch next time you two are making out?"
"Tina-san!," Kasumi protested. "I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"It's... I... I just can't!"
"That's not a bad idea actually," Lei commented. Kasumi visibly blanched at her friend. "Not the grabbing him part," she amended. "But surprise him. Make an event out of it. Do something special that'll lead to a bed."
"Yeah. That'll work." Tina suddenly grinned impishly. "And I already got an idea."
"Oh god," Lei groaned, placing her forehead in her hand.
"No, you'll love this idea. I guarantee it. Just one thing, Kas."
"Yes?"
"When's Kenji's birthday?"
Kasumi hesitated before answering. "Next Thursday."
"Perfect." Tina's smile broadened.

D*O*A*2

Hayate entered the computer room, his ears were filled with the
tap-tap-tap of half a dozen of the clan's best hackers working their
magic. The work they did, though important in their own way, didn't
interest Hayate all that much. He was more old fashioned in the way
of espionage. He would rather use his skills to sneak into an actually
building than over a telephone line. Besides, the only ROM he knew was
from Star Trek.
None of that concerned him anyway. He was looking for one person in
particular. Hayate spotted Kenji in the back of the room. He could see
the younger man's hands flying over the keyboard as he worked, his
attention fixated on the information that passed over the screen.
Hayate frowned, he was hoping to speak to Kenji, but it looked like
he had to wait.
"Konichiwa, Hayate-san," Kenji greeted without looking up from the
screen. "What brings you among the geeks?"
"Eh..." Hayate paused. "Gomen Kenji-kun, this can wait. I can see
you're busy."
Kenji looked up from his monitor, still typing without thought.
"It's no bother Hayate-san. What's up?" Kenji turned his attention to
the monitor. A sudden grin formed on his face. His typing ended, and
he reached out and slapped a red button next to his computer. An airhorn
set up at the front of the room blasted, surprising Hayate. The other
hackers cheered enthusiastically before continuing their own work.
"What the hell was that?," Hayate asked.
"I just broke into the mainframe of a group calling themselves
'Quarrymen' without being detected. We now have a permanent backdoor
into their system."
"Congratulations then."
"Domo." Kenji leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind
his head. "So, what can I do for my second favorite Shinobi?"
Hayate nodded. "Master Gaido has chosen me and Kasumi for an assignment
in the States in two weeks. We need someone with your skills with computers
to help."
Kenji stared at Hayate for a moment. He straightened up in his seat,
placing all his attention on his visitor. "You want me to go on the
assignment with you?" Hayate nodded. "You do realize, I've been on
only two field assignments since I qualified, na?"
"Hai. I know. Just follow our lead and you'll be fine. So, I assume
you're interested?" He knew Kenji would go. The Hacker had been trying to go
on more missions for months after that odd tournament Kasumi was in the
year before. However, his skills at hacking kept him home most of the time.
"What's the mission?" Kenji's smile was infectious to the degree
it could make the ever stoic Bayman crack a smile.
"Master Gaido will fill you in tomorrow."
"Wakarimashta."
Hayate grinned and nodded to the young man. He turned to leave,
pausing for a moment. "Kenji-kun..."
"Hai, Hayate-san?"
"Happy Birthday." With that, the elder ninja left the room.

D*O*A*2

Kenji arrived at his apartment later that night, upset. The day had
started out great. He had accomplished his assignment to hack the Quarrymen
mainframe ahead of schedule. He was asked to join Hayate and Kasumi, two
of the three greatest shinobi in the clan's history, on a mission in the
U.S. His friends had all chipped in to buy him a new DVD burner for his
computer. The problem was, he hadn't seen Kasumi all day. He tried calling
her but no one answered the phone. When he went to her place, her roommate,
Kaori, said Kasumi had been out all day.
Kasumi was an adult, he rationalized, and she could take care of herself.
However, that didn't keep him from worrying about his girlfriend. He had
made up his mind to search for her after he dropped off his things.
As soon as he entered his place, he felt on edge. As if something was
different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He turned on the
lights and scanned the room, searching for something out of place. A ribbon,
bright, fire engine red, laid on the floor near his feet. It extended out
of the living room past the bathroom and disappeared into the corridor.
His brow furrowed. He bent down and picked up the ribbon. Kenji could
detect the faint scent of jasmine coming from it. It suddenly jumped out
of his hand and on to the floor, as if someone pulled from the other end.
Kenji blinked. His mind came to an odd conclusion. "Nah, couldn't be...,"
he said to himself. He picked up the ribbon, only to be jerked out of his
hand once again. He followed the ribbon on the floor, winding his way
through his apartment, into the corridor leading to his bedroom. The door was
closed, but the ribbon was wrapped loosely around the doorknob and continued under
the door and into the room.
By this time, his heart was jackhammering in his chest. The anticipation
was almost palatable as he slowly opened the door and stepped in. His breath
hitched, caught in his throat at the sight before him. Though part of him
expected this, he still felt shocked. The ribbon continued onto the bed.
Kasumi was kneeling, smiling shyly at him. Her hair was out of it's usual
tight braid, falling down her back in a fiery cascade that made her seem
more mature. She wore one of her fighting outfits. Pale blue in color, it
looked to be made of silk or something equally soft. It showed off her lean
muscular legs and arms. Normally, tied off in a way to keep her breasts from
bouncing too much during training or fighting, it was loosened in such a
way, a very enticing amount of cleavage showed.
"Oh my..." Kenji breathed.
"Happy Birthday, Kenji-kun," she said softly. She raised her hands, a
bow was tied around her wrists with the end if the ribbon. "Would you like
to open your present?" A endearing blush had formed on her face as she
spoke.

Kasumi watched Kenji come towards her, a look of surprise on his face.
He kneeled down on the floor in front of the bed. Smiling gently at her,
he took her hands in his, but didn't undo the bow.
"Kasumi-chan, why are you doing this?" he asked. She blinked, that was
the last thing she expected him to say.
Her blush deepened in embarrassment as she bowed her head. "Go-gomen ne,
Kenji-kun." Kasumi's voice quivered. "I thought..," she paused, "I decided
that I was ready to... be with you. Tina-san and Lei-san suggested this."
She looked up at him again. Her eyes shined as tears began to form in the
corners of her eyes.
Kenji let out a sigh. He brought her still bound hands to his lips and
gently pressed her knuckles to them. He untied her wrists, letting the
ribbon fall to the floor. "Arigato, Kasumi-chan," he said in a soft whisper. He
moved onto the bed sitting besides her. "Are you sure about this?," he asked.
"I'm a little scared.." Kasumi looked into Kenji's dark eyes. Looking
into them, she realized she had little to fear from him. He had been her friend,
her confidant. He had helped bring her back from the depths of depression
and sorrow long before they began dating. For that, she would always be grateful to him.
"We don't have to, you know."
"I.. I know. But I want to be with you. Since today's your birthday,
that makes it more special, ne?" Kenji was still holding her hands when
he leaned forward and kissed her.
The kiss was soft and gentle, but passionate. She sighed into the kiss,
forgetting the nervousness and apprehension she felt when she heard Kenji
enter the apartment. The two of them fell back onto the bed, their lips
unwavering in the mutual caress. She freed her hands from Kenji's hold,
running them over his chest. She felt his heartbeat thudding at the same
pace as hers.
His hands ran down along her sides, moving with a slowness that was
almost maddening. Kasumi's body tingled with an excitement she's never
experienced before. A trial of heat followed Kenji's hands wherever they
roamed. An almost inaudible whimper came from her when Kenji ran his hand
up.

Tentatively, Kenji peeled the blue top of Kasuni's torso, exposing
her breasts to him. His hands began slowly exploring her, marveling at
the smooth, silky skin. He took in the sight of her breasts. Because of
her height, they appeared larger than they actually were. He brushed his
palm over the erect, light brown nipple.
She let out a small gasp and pressed her hand against his. He leaned
forward and flicked her right nipple with the tip of his tongue. He did
the same for the other before he pressed his mouth to her body.
She let out a soft groan. His suckling made her feel so good. Kasumi's
stomach tingled and she felt warmer between her thighs. He nuzzled the
valley between her breast. After a few moments he began kissing his way
down to her stomach. She giggled as he kissed around her navel, his nose
brushing against her skin.

Kenji continued downward, his hands running over the gentle flare of
her hips. He pulled at the bows holding the lower portion of her dogie
closed, mildly surprised when she raised her hips off the bed, allowing
greater ease in undressing her.
Kenji stared at Kasumi's body appreciatively after he removed the rest
of cloths. His eyes traveled over her angelic face, to her breasts, past
her flat belly to the patch of auburn hair above her sex.
Kasumi sat up, looking Kenji deeply into his eyes. She took his face
in her hands and kissed him. Her hands traveled down past his chest, to
his waist. With trembling hands, undid the clasp of his jeans. "Kenji,
let me see you...," she said softly.
Kenji pulled away from her reluctantly. He pulled his shirt over his
head. It was Kasumi's turn to be appreciative. Like many of the clan, he was in good
shape. He was athletic in build, a stark contrast to what one would think
when picturing a hacker. Kasumi pushed down on his pants as he pumped his
legs trying to get them off. He tossed them off to the side of the room.
Kasumi gasped softly when Kenji's boxers joined them. She had seen Kenji
nude once, long ago during a outing with a group of friends to a lake.
Kenji's best friend, Tomonobu had snuck up behind him and pulled his shorts
down. But Kenji wasn't erect then. A small shiver of excitement shot through
her, knowing she was the cause of his arousal.
She smiled shyly at Kenji, who returned it easily. He joined her in
the bed once again. Kenji kissed her and asked her to lay back. When she
did as asked he kissed her deeply. He moved down her body, licking and
touching her in ways that made her squirm in pleasure. He placed his hands
on her knees and slowlrtedrted them. He kissed the inside of her thighs,
slowly, teasingly making his way up to her sex. He saw her inner thighs
glisten with her arousal.
He ran his hands lightly along the inside of her legs. Kenji felt her
shiver at his touch. His fingers drew small patterns on her inner thighs,
slowly inching upwards. He gave small delicate kisses where his fingers
had been making the young ninja moan.
The inner part of her thigh was her most tender spot. He alternately
licked and kissed her, coming closer to her womanhood, only to float
away. He nuzzled his face into her bush, brushing his lips over her slit,
pecking at her to excite her further. Kasumi's hips bucked slightly trying
to get Kenji closer. Feeling sympathetic, he used his tongue to separate
the folds. He slowly licked around Kasumi's neither region, slowly licking
along the length of her. He found her taste to be almost as sweet as her
personality.
His heart leapt for joy, hearing her groan in pleasure. He didn't rush,
he took his time to gauge her reaction. Discovering what pleased her most.
He flicked his tongue over the swollen pearl at the top of her sex.

Kasumi couldn't begin to explain the feeling of euphoria that
bathed over her. Description was impossible. Her hips rocked back and forth
against his face, increasing her pleasure. "Kenji-kun..," she groaned his
name. He continued licking her, his tongue darting into and around her sex.
She whimpered, her body shook under Kenji's attention. She ran her fingers through his short dark hair, guiding him to where she needed him most. Her breathing came out in short gasps, her chest heaving up and down quickly.
"Motto Kenji," she said. Her voice almost sounded pleading, she was so
close. Her back arched off of the mattress when she felt his fingers slowly
probing at her womanhood. His index finger moved in and out as he applied
delicious pressure on her clitoris. Kasumi finally reached her breaking
point. She let out a low drawn out groan as her body spasmed. Waves of pleasure
washed over her. Her insides felt molten as her legs tightened around Kenji's head. She let out a final gasp that sounded like an attempt to say his name.

Kenji felt her legs tighten around his head, pulling him in a little
closed to her. A small gush of warm fluid escaped her, running onto his
face. He took s mus much of the sweet tasting fluid as he could, some of
it escaping down his chin. Kasumi's body relaxed, a sigh of bliss was heard.
He crawled back up her body, slowly kissing and nipping at her flushed skin.

Kasumi smiled softly at him. She pulled him into a fierce embrace. "That
was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in my life," she murmured into
his ear. "Arigato, Kenji-kun." Kasumi kissed him, ignoring the fact she
could taste herself on his lips. She began kissing Kenji wildly all over his face.
Kenji laughed, apparently happy he could please her so much. Kasumi came in
to kiss the tip of his nose, but he tilted his head up, causing their lips
to meet. Deepening the kiss, he caressed her sides, ready to go further.
Kasumi thought otherwise. She managed to roll Kenji onto his back, she
reached down and gave his manhood a gentle squeeze, making the young man
yelp in surprise. She kissed his chin, making her way down his body much the same
way he did hers, until she was level with his manhood. She continued moving
her hand against him, amazed at the warmth coming from the rigid flesh in
her hand. She traced over the helmet shaped tip with her thumb, rewarded
with a low "Mmf.." from Kenji.
Slowly, she leaned forward and gave him a tentative lick. He let out a
sharp gasp when she kissed the head, before parting her lips. She took him
into her mouth and started suckling softly on him. She moved her hand up and
down on him, careful not to squeeze too hard.
Kasumi moaned softly, sending vibrations through the shaft and up Kenji's
spine. His breathing quickened. His fingers dug into the sheets of his bed,
almost tearing it.
The auburn-haired ninja increased her pace, finding she enjoyed the feeling of Kenji in her mouth. Enjoying the fact she was pleasing him. She wondered if he felt the same when he was doing this for her.
She drew him out and began alternating between soft pecks on and around
the head and slow, teasing licks along his length. She would flick the tip
of her tongue at the ridge behind the glans. Kasumi could ses mas manhood
pulse as she ran her hand along him. Or feel his hips raise up against her
when she took him again.
Kasumi knew he was close to orgasm. As much as she wanted to please him,
she didn't think she could take his seed without retchinge pue pulled away
from him, still keeping her hand rhythm constant. She kissed her way up his
body. She laid on top of him kissing and nibbling his neck.
"Good thing you stopped, Kasumi-chan," Kenji sighed into her hair. He
slipped his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her in for a deep soulful
kiss.
"Naze da?," she asked.
"Things might've gotten messy.." Kasumi giggled at the lame joke.
"And I wouldn't be able to do this." Kasumi let out a surprised squeak
as Kenji somehow managed to pin her to the bed, with her hands held over
her head.
Kasumi struggled half-heartedly, knowing Kenji would never do anything
to hurt her. Kasumi smiled prettily, raising her face to his, retaking what
belonged to her. "Onegai, Kenji-kun. Make... make love to me."
He smiled at her and caressed her left cheek. "Ai shiteru." His hand
slowly trailed his hand down her body until he reached her sex. He cupped
the heated mons, rubbing her in delightful ways. He groaned slightly as she
gripped him, gently tugging him forward until he made contact with her
moist cleft.
Kasumi let out a loud sigh of pleasure as Kenji slowly pushed into her.
She felt her womanhood being pushed apart as his penis made it's way into
her. "Kami-sama!" Dozens of sensations bombarded her mind. She knew most girls first time were painful, but a over-zealous sparring match when she was twelve had made that a moot point. Her breath came out in short pants, in synch with his thrusts until he was buried completely in her sheath.
She breathed out something unintelligible. She moved her hips as best
she could with his weight on her. Slowly, she set a rhythm as Kenji's body
responded to her movements. At first, awkward thrusts and rocking of hips,
but soon they fell into a delicious pattern of thrust and withdraw, in and
out, back and forth. Hands clutched and caressed the others body. Buttocks
were squeezed and pulled closer. Fingers finding ticklish spots.
Kasumi's walls squeezed and relaxed in time to Kenji's thrusts, as if
trying to pull him in. His length continued on, filling her again and again.
Her body sang with joy at the delightful torture Kenji set upon her.
She looked upon his face. Through the haze of her oleasleasure she saw
his face had a look of intense joy and concentration. She could almost feel
the climax that was building within him. She urged him on, her hands
gripping his rear, guiding him to move faster, harder against her body.
She held him close, burying her face in his throat, whimpering as he plunge into her. She knew he was as close to orgasm, as she was. Suddenly, she felt his entire body clench up as did hers. She let out a cry of pleasure that seemed to call out to Kenji.

He answered with a low ecstatic groan. His body released all the sexual
energy he built up in several streams of heated seed into the woman he
loved. Kasumi shuddered against him moments later. Her body tightened around him, milking everything he had, as she coated his manhood with her own essence.
They pumped themselves against each other, drawing out wave after wave of
pleasure.
Kenji collapsed against Kasumi's body, shivering every few moments while
her hands ran through his hair and over his back. His face laid in the crook
of her shoulder, kissing the sweat away, nuzzling her soft warm skin.
Kasumi began to cry, tears of relief running out of the corners of her
amber eyes. He held her close, whispering in her ear how much he loved her. He
kissed her eyes dry. Kenji rubbed the tip of his nose along hers until she giggled softly. The hacker smiled lovingly at the konoichi, reveling in tact act she loved him.
Kenji reluctantly withdrew from her and laid besides her, pulling Kasumi
in close to his chest. She snuggled against Kenji, enjoying the warmth of
his body and the texture of his skin against hers.
"You know," he grinned, "that had to be the best birthday present I've
ever gotten."
"Better than the DVD burner?," she asked, smiling in return.
"How'd you know about that?"
"I ran into Ichiro-kun last week at the mall, whenas was with Tina-san
and Lei-san. He told me about it."
"Souka," he said. He smiled at Kasumi, he reached up and tucked a lock
of hair behind her ear. "Not as useful but a lot more fun."
"A-ho," Kasumi said with little heat. She took his hand and squeezed. She
brought his hand forward and kissed his palm. "Let's see the burner do
that," she challenged.
Kenji chuckled at her. "I'd rather not. Cuddling up against a computer
isn't exactly comfortable."
"I'm sure you speak from experience," she said teasingly. Kasumi rolled
Kenji onto his back and laid her upper body onto his torso, using his chest
as a pillow.
"As the Americans say, 'I plead the Fifth'." Kasumi laughed. Kenji always
felt a swell of pride everytime he got Kasumi to laugh. He remembered how
quiet and withdrawn she was when she had returned from the first DoA
tournament she participated in. He heard the story of why she entered and sympathized with her. He would probably do the same if something were to happen to his sister or brother.
When he first began associating with her, she rarely spoke, when she did
it was with a sad monotone. He finally reached success of sorts some weeks
later when she cracked a smile at one of his bad jokes. He couldn't remember
the joke, just the beautiful soft smile that flittered on her face for the
briefest of moments. That was when he realized he loved her.
"Kenji-kun." She brought him back to the present. "I'm.. glad."
"About?," he asked. Kasumi blushed prettily and hid her face against his
chest. Kenji chuckled lightly and hugged her around the shoulders. "I'm glad
too," he murmured.
Kasumi lifted her head and smiled. She slid up his body and kissed him,
long and sweet. Her hand slid down his torso, tracing the edges of his
muscles. Kenji let out a soft groan when Kasumi gripped his manhood, easily massaging it back to life. The kiss broke. She looked into his eyes, a smile that was
sweet, loving and lustful all rolled into one, formed on her face. "Definitely the
best birthday present I ever got," he said, before all rational thought left him
for the rest of the night.

D*O*A*2

"Is that you, Kasumi?," she heard Kaori say from the kitchen as she
entered
the apartment.
"Hai, tadaimas," she replied. She walked towards the kitchen with a
bounce in her step(*Ahem*). The night she had with Kenji was the most wonderful
experience she had ever had. The feeling she had waking to see Kenji already awake,
simply watching her sleep filled her with a feeling of joy she didn't remember ever
having.
"How did things go?," Kaori asked, a giggle could be heard from the other
konoichi.
Kasumi smiled brightly. "Oh everything turned out better than I could
ever imag- AHH!!!" Kasumi barely suppressed the yelp of surprise when she entered
the kitchen. Seated at the table were Tina and Lei. The two were looking at her with devilish grins and a knowing glint in their eyes. Kaori sat at the table with her chin propped up in her hands.
"Ohaiyo, Kasumi," she said innocently.
"L-Lei-san, Tina-san..."
"Hey Kas," Tina greeted.


"Have a seat," said Lei-fang. "We want to talk to you."

D*O*A*2
End Prologue