Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days/chapters also feature violence and/or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough.
I wrote this story several years ago, but most of you have probably not seen it before. I've taken the opportunity to tweak it slightly, but nothing major has been changed.
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Anyone would have known what was in that tiny gold envelope. "Does he really think we believe him?" I muttered as I opened it.
The bright, glossy brochure announced the next tournament, at an exotic tropical island. It didn't provide many details. I looked at the dates printed on the paper.
I could use a vacation, and it would be easy to clear my calendar. I had a lot of fun last time...
As long as Zack knew he hadn't tricked me, I wouldn't mind going to his little resort. Grabbing my phone, I set about informing some of the household staff about my intentions.
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I stepped out of the small seaplane and onto the pier. I stretched my arms and sighed. It was probably 25 or 26 degrees (77 to 79 Fahrenheit) and the strong breeze carried the scents of coconuts and plumerias. Things were quiet. Was I the first one here? It was only 0615; I probably was first.
Wow, things were different on the island! I'd seen more buildings than I remembered during my descent; now it was obvious that there were hotel options this time. The casino looked bigger, and so did the pool. There was a huge waterslide, too.
Time to pick a hotel? Nah, that could be put off. I was traveling light, and I could just chuck my stuff in a cabana locker for the moment. Yes, to the pool!
In the locker room, I quickly shed my shorts, shirt, and underwear and stepped into my cute, comfortable swimsuit, "Robin." I was going to spend the entire vacation in swimwear or nothing, unless some emergency arose. I closed the locker and took out the card key.
A mechanical voice startled me with a question. "What is your name?"
"It's...Leifang," I said, feeling a little silly and a little suspicious.
"Your credit total will be kept at all shops and competitive arenas for your convenience. 300,000 credits have been deposited in your account. Have an enjoyable stay."
That put me on my guard. It would be convenient not to lug stacks of coins or paper around, but apparently Zack had set up more electronic equipment than I'd guessed. Knowing his mind, he'd use some of the equipment to spy on me if I wasn't careful.
I'd check that later; the pool was calling me. I stepped out of the shade of the cabana and felt the strong sun. I was warm and calm. I picked a long white pool chair and sat, letting myself relax. I saw a seaplane approaching to land and I heard the horn of a large boat or a small ship. I closed my eyes and smiled; the others were arriving.
Soon I heard footsteps and voices, as well as another plane landing. I opened my eyes and sat straighter in the lounge chair. Two tall women exited the cabana area—one honey blonde, one dark-skinned and dark-haired—they were talking as they walked nearer to me.
"Oh, Leifang!" the dark-haired girl called.
"Hey! What's up?" the blonde shouted.
"Lisa! Tina! It's been a while," I answered.
"It's great to see you again," Lisa said. "I was worried you might not show this time."
"Such a gorgeous island—and I wanted to catch up with all of you, in peaceful circumstances. Have you two seen any of our companions yet?"
"Hm, we got here in a plane, but I thought I saw Helena getting off a ship just a while ago," said Tina.
"Yeah, that was her," Lisa said. "I saw Kokoro too, very briefly."
"Everyone'll be here soon, if they're gonna come here at all," Tina added. "Hopefully, we can beat you in volleyball in short order."
"We'll see about that!" I gave her a raspberry.
Lisa was right; as she and Tina were leaving the pool area, Helena and Kokoro were entering. A helicopter and another plane had also reached the island.
Very soon, a familiar brunette walked toward me. "Hitomi!" I cried, clapping excitedly.
"Leifang! I'm so happy you're here!"
"Damn, you look good!" I said. "Will you be my partner, please?"
"Of course," she said. I stood and she glomped me—and I was well aware of her perfect, barely-clothed body mashed against mine. She's about my height—maybe two or three cm shorter—with lean, powerful muscles; soft, tanned skin; perky breasts; and gorgeous pale blue eyes. It's her personality that I love though; she's very caring and very genki. "Where are we going first?" she asked with that cheerful voice.
"Let's check out the shops."
"Good idea. I didn't bring much because I remember last time; anything you needed, you could get here."
When we got into the accessory shop, I found a light blue ribbon I knew Hitomi would like, but I couldn't find anything for myself. Still, I knew this shop got in new stuff all the time.
There were some nice swimsuits in the sports shop...but they sure weren't giving them away! What's more, there were tickets for other games, camera equipment, and even jet skis. There wasn't a lot I could afford yet! "The selection of suits they've got for me isn't very good," Hitomi told me as we left. "What're they trying to say, that I've got a bad body?"
"Stay calm," I said with a giggle. "If you're lucky, the cute swimsuit fairies might deliver something for you."
She nudged me playfully with her hip. "Guess I should stay on the fairies' good side then, huh?"
"Sounds like the smart thing." I winked at her.
We checked out Zack of All Trades and I remembered what could make shopping here so frustrating. I wanted to get something nice for Lisa, but I would have to kind of guess what she liked. I took a chance on a blue wind chime.
Hitomi spoke as we left the store. "Breakfast then play, or play then breakfast?"
"It's still pretty early; let's play first," I answered. "How about trying those jet skis?"
"Are you sure they're not dangerous?"
"Oh, how tough can it be? We'll have a blast."
"I've never ridden one. Have you?" Hitomi asked.
I answered with as little concern as I could. "I've driven boats and I've skated. It'll be fun, trust me!"
As we stood on our jet skis and waited for the go signal, I glanced at Hitomi. She was staring at me. "These things better not kill us," she said as she gripped her handlebars so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"Go!" the computer at the start/finish signaled. And go we did. I was startled by how fast the machine leapt off the line—
"—Ah! Oh shit!" Hitomi screamed as she hurtled past me. I guess she found the turbo! Still, she was handling it pretty well; she was still on the course.
I admit it: my biggest weakness is how much I hate losing. I swallowed hard and hit my turbo boost as well.
The spray made it hard to see and the small waves made it tough to control the jet ski. But I got past Hitomi. I couldn't resist waving as I left her behind me.
One lap done. I heard my friend's turbo, so I hit my own again as soon as I could and managed to stay ahead of her. I nearly overshot the corner; I had to bank severely to make the turn. Despite my best effort, I left the course and I fought the controls to get back in bounds before I was disqualified.
I heard Hitomi's turbo again and her laugh as she sped by me. Now it was her turn to taunt—she jokingly patted her ass.
I couldn't get irritated; she looked so damn sexy! No, focus! The race is almost over, I yelled at myself. I rounded the final turn. My turbo-ready indicator blinked. I hit the button and flew past Hitomi, and the finish line.
The display showed credits being deposited to my account; convenient, as advertised. As Hitomi climbed up to join me on the pier, I steeled myself for the worst. But she was smiling. "What'd you think?" I asked glibly.
"It was okay."
"Just okay?"
"All right, it was awesome! A little scary, but it was so much fun! I'll beat you next time."
"Maybe," I said. "For now, let's get some breakfast.
"Sounds good," she said brightly.
As usual, there was no need to pay for basic meals or lodging, as the manager at the little poolside grill reassured us. Hitomi and I had a filling, delicious breakfast, enjoying the breeze and the sound of the water.
"I'm interested in those other jet skis," my German friend told me. "We should go back to the shops."
"Just don't forget how much those machines cost."
"You're right. It'll take a while to earn enough credits...but I still want to take a look. I want to see what new stuff they have at the accessory shop, too."
"Let's go in half an hour, then," I suggested.
"Cool," she answered. We left the grill and lay on chairs next to each other, not talking much, just enjoying the sun and the companionship.
I must have nodded off, because the next sensation I was aware of was Hitomi's hand firmly but gently rubbing my shoulder. I opened my eyes. She giggled. "Your sleeping face is so cute! I almost didn't wake you."
"I'm sorry," I said, very flustered.
"Nonsense." Hitomi leaned even closer to me. "I'm so glad you're here, my lovely China girl."
I blushed hard. "I'm glad you're here too, my pretty fraulein."
I don't know who initiated the kiss; we both sort of leaned together until we touched. It was very nice: Hitomi's lips were soft and tasted faintly of raspberries. Our mouths were open but no tongues were involved. It only lasted a few seconds, but Hitomi was glassy-eyed when we separated.
"Mm, I liked that," I said quietly.
"Yeah," she murmured.
"So," I returned to my normal volume, "to the shops?"
