The Riddle of Genra
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+A through F › Dead or Alive
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Adult +
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Prologue
Prologue
Kokoro looked up at the man who'd just defeated her, for some reason feeling more upset about being beaten than she normally would - in fact she felt an odd urge to cry, almost. 'Why do I feel this way?' she asked herself. 'What makes my defeat at the hands of this man so much more upsetting than someone like Brad Wong or Helena Douglas?'
Ryusaki caught the look, and knelt down before extending a hand to the young geisha. "Are you all right, Kokoro-san? You look like you're about to cry; have I hurt you badly somewhere?"
Kokoro shook her head rapidly, as though trying to clear the expression from her face; and took his hand. "N-no, I'll probably come away with a few bruises... but I should be okay. It's just that..." and here her voice faltered as Ryusaki helped her to her feet.
Ryusaki looked at her in concern; he had a little bit of a weakness when it came to a woman in distress, he couldn't help it. "Just that what?" he pressed her gently.
"I... well you've behaved so honourably towards me the whole time we fought, and you even took me out for ice-cream beforehand," Kokoro said, still looking close to tears even as a faint blush stained her fair cheeks. "None of my opponents have ever been that nice to me, it's not expected that adversaries treat each other so... well, with such respect."
"But that's the way I've always been," Ryusaki reassured her. "I was taught by my father that no matter who you come up against, and no matter if you win or lose, you must always show your adversary the utmost respect - that way you always ultimately come off as the better opponent, despite however many points you rack up in a tournament or however many times you beat or get beaten."
"I see..." Kokoro nodded, and the upset expression quickly left her face to be replaced with a far sunnier one. "Thank you, Ryusaki-san... good luck in your next match."
And with that, she turned and started back down the dais steps, leaving Ryusaki Genryuusai alone in the middle of the fenced and raised platform where he'd just fought the apprentice geisha Kokoro.
His cellphone rang just then, and the Drunken Fist fighter answered it quietly. His sister's excited voice crackled down the line the second he'd said, "Hello?"
"So how'd it go?" Shizuka demanded.
Ryusaki looked startled. "Shizuka, I've only just finished my match! What do you mean, how'd it go?"
"Let's just call it my womanly intuition," Shizuka laughed. "I just knew you wouldn't lose no matter who your opponent was... so? How DID it go?"
He sighed. "I give up," he said rolling his purple-and-gold eyes heavenward. "Yes, I won - and yes, that means I'm one step closer to winning this year's Dead Or Alive tournament and finding out if Grandfather was involved in the creation of Alpha-152."
"All right!" Shizuka cheered; Ryusaki had to hold the phone away from his ear when she did that, the crackling together with her raised pitch causing a brief cacophony of noise to pierce his eardrum painfully.
When next Ryusaki had the phone back to his ear, he smiled. "The tournament's not over yet, my next match may very well be my last."
"Why's that?"
"Just a feeling," Ryusaki mused; then he lost his amused and thoughtful expression as soon as he looked at the DOA-distributed watch on his wrist that displayed the name of his opponents. "No way..." he whispered in disbelief. "HE defeated Ayane? And now I have to fight him?"
"What's wrong?" Shizuka wanted to know. "You sound funny; is everything all right? Is it your next fight?"
"It's... nothing," Ryusaki said smoothly. "My next match is in about an hour; I'll get back to you afterwards. Okay?"
"Sure, all right," Shizuka answered; though her tone clearly suggested she didn't believe him when he'd said it was nothing. "Be hearing from you soon, then. Good luck, big brother." There was a click in Ryusaki's ear, and then she was gone.
He sighed, brushing a hand through his thick blue-black hair with its startling silver fringe. "Time to prepare myself, I think..." he said to himself. "At last, I face the one I've longed to meet all my life."
Kokoro looked up at the man who'd just defeated her, for some reason feeling more upset about being beaten than she normally would - in fact she felt an odd urge to cry, almost. 'Why do I feel this way?' she asked herself. 'What makes my defeat at the hands of this man so much more upsetting than someone like Brad Wong or Helena Douglas?'
Ryusaki caught the look, and knelt down before extending a hand to the young geisha. "Are you all right, Kokoro-san? You look like you're about to cry; have I hurt you badly somewhere?"
Kokoro shook her head rapidly, as though trying to clear the expression from her face; and took his hand. "N-no, I'll probably come away with a few bruises... but I should be okay. It's just that..." and here her voice faltered as Ryusaki helped her to her feet.
Ryusaki looked at her in concern; he had a little bit of a weakness when it came to a woman in distress, he couldn't help it. "Just that what?" he pressed her gently.
"I... well you've behaved so honourably towards me the whole time we fought, and you even took me out for ice-cream beforehand," Kokoro said, still looking close to tears even as a faint blush stained her fair cheeks. "None of my opponents have ever been that nice to me, it's not expected that adversaries treat each other so... well, with such respect."
"But that's the way I've always been," Ryusaki reassured her. "I was taught by my father that no matter who you come up against, and no matter if you win or lose, you must always show your adversary the utmost respect - that way you always ultimately come off as the better opponent, despite however many points you rack up in a tournament or however many times you beat or get beaten."
"I see..." Kokoro nodded, and the upset expression quickly left her face to be replaced with a far sunnier one. "Thank you, Ryusaki-san... good luck in your next match."
And with that, she turned and started back down the dais steps, leaving Ryusaki Genryuusai alone in the middle of the fenced and raised platform where he'd just fought the apprentice geisha Kokoro.
His cellphone rang just then, and the Drunken Fist fighter answered it quietly. His sister's excited voice crackled down the line the second he'd said, "Hello?"
"So how'd it go?" Shizuka demanded.
Ryusaki looked startled. "Shizuka, I've only just finished my match! What do you mean, how'd it go?"
"Let's just call it my womanly intuition," Shizuka laughed. "I just knew you wouldn't lose no matter who your opponent was... so? How DID it go?"
He sighed. "I give up," he said rolling his purple-and-gold eyes heavenward. "Yes, I won - and yes, that means I'm one step closer to winning this year's Dead Or Alive tournament and finding out if Grandfather was involved in the creation of Alpha-152."
"All right!" Shizuka cheered; Ryusaki had to hold the phone away from his ear when she did that, the crackling together with her raised pitch causing a brief cacophony of noise to pierce his eardrum painfully.
When next Ryusaki had the phone back to his ear, he smiled. "The tournament's not over yet, my next match may very well be my last."
"Why's that?"
"Just a feeling," Ryusaki mused; then he lost his amused and thoughtful expression as soon as he looked at the DOA-distributed watch on his wrist that displayed the name of his opponents. "No way..." he whispered in disbelief. "HE defeated Ayane? And now I have to fight him?"
"What's wrong?" Shizuka wanted to know. "You sound funny; is everything all right? Is it your next fight?"
"It's... nothing," Ryusaki said smoothly. "My next match is in about an hour; I'll get back to you afterwards. Okay?"
"Sure, all right," Shizuka answered; though her tone clearly suggested she didn't believe him when he'd said it was nothing. "Be hearing from you soon, then. Good luck, big brother." There was a click in Ryusaki's ear, and then she was gone.
He sighed, brushing a hand through his thick blue-black hair with its startling silver fringe. "Time to prepare myself, I think..." he said to himself. "At last, I face the one I've longed to meet all my life."