Yin And Yang

Author's Note: Aite, here's the scoop. This is my first story on so please...be gentle. I'll try to keep the spelling and grammer errors down. I tend to find this story unique because it involves two characters from what I guess you could call an "Underground" Video Game known as, "Brutal: Paws Of Fury". Any way, This fic does involve sexual situations BUT I will try to keep it classy as possible. I know there's been some controversy with the NC-17 rule and all, so if anyone finds that this violates the rules, please inform me and I will change the content or remove it from the site. Whew! Now that's out of the way, let's get on with the story!

Kendo Coyote, Foxy Roxy and Everyone else from Brutal are Copyright to Gametek Inc.

Chapter 1

Japan, D'Saki Dojo...

Punch after punch, kick after kick. Nothing could break his defense. Foxy Roxy stood back a bit to catch her breath. "Dammnit..." She thought, wiping some of the sweat off her bright orange fur. No matter what she did, contact could not be made. Kendo Coyote stood patiently, waiting for her to catch her breath.

She hated it when he did that.

The way he stood, shifting his weight onto one foot, with his arms crossed over his chest. Those deep blue eyes staring into her jade ones. It felt as if he was judging her ability and effort. "Oh well," she thought, "At least his eyes are on my face and not my tits or ass."

Roxy certainly lived up to her nickname. She was a very attractive vixen as anyone could tell. Long, slender legs, a tight heart shaped bottom and large perfectly rounded breasts defined her features. While proud of her body, it tended to cause some problems. When your a fighter and attract the attention that Roxy does from her competitors, her MALE competitors, they don't tend to take her seriously. Roxy always fighted in Intergender competitions, wanting to prove that she could be just a good a fighter as any man could. And she usually was.

But Kendo was different.

The vixen remembers when she first met the quiet young martial artist. It was during the infamous Brutal Tournament, where fighters from around the globe would compete on a secluded island to be called the best. She, being the only female in the tournament, felt excluded from her fellow competitors as they thought she had no right being in a "Man's Sport". Roxy had to endure countless insults and cat calls before, during and after her bouts. It was a complete lack of disrespect to the fighter and their skill. But during a late night walk along the beach she found a certain fighter sharpening his skills.

His light tan fur ruffled in the wind as he thrust a foot out, striking an unseen foe. It came down slowly and as soon as it touched the cool sand, he executed an uppercut followed by a low leg sweep, sand spraying into the dark night. Roxy stood a ways behind him, silently admiring his concentration and intensity. The coyote was just about to perform another high kick when he noticed her. The foot came down and he took a more relaxed position.

Crossing his arms and shifting his weight on one foot, he asked, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Roxy straightened herself and answered, "Just passing through." And procced to walk. "It's not right you know." He called after her. She stopped and turned around, a somewhat confused look on her face. "The way these so called fighters treat you." The coyote explained, moving a little closer to her. The vixen crossed her arms across her ample chest and just stared at him as if trying to figure if this guy was being honest or just sweet talking to get in her pants. "I've seen your bouts," he said brushing some of the sand off his loose black pants, "Your style seems quite unique. I'm guessing some sort of technique from Thailand?"

Roxy answered, "Yes. I trained throughout India and China." But she was hesitant at first. She wasn't exactly sure where this conversation was leading.

The coyote nodded then stared out onto the ocean. A full moon hung in the sky, just above the water's surface as if afraid touching, it would sink into the wartery abyss. "Beautiful isn't it?" He muttered as if she wasn't there. He looked back to her and saw she was still staring at him with confusion and distrust. The coyote let out a low chuckle and said, "I know what your thinking," Roxy raised an eyebrow. "I have no intention of leading you back to my hut or anywhere else. I just thought I would introduce myself. Kendo." He assured her and stuck out his hand.

Roxy was hesitant but took his hand and shook, "Indra. But everyone else calls me Roxy."

Kendo smiled and shook back. "Well Roxy, good luck in the tournament. I hope to see you again soon." And with that, Kendo picked up whatever else he had with him and walked away.

Roxy watched him walk across the sandy beach until he disappered into the darkness. She stood there on the beach, the waves silently crashing into the bank. Curiosity and intrest creeping into the back of her mind.

As the Tournament went on, she would see Kendo in his fights. He possesed a skill and intensity that she had never seen before. Kendo would easily take down his opponents but unlike everyone else here who were all about their egos, Kendo had respect for the other fighters as well. He would never strike if their backs were turned, never strike when they were down and would bow after the match.

Roxy was impressed. She knew now that he wasn't a lowlife like most of the fighters here, which for some odd reason relieved her. But there was something amiss about him. Kendo would always be alone. No one would talk to him and he would talk to no one as well. When ever Roxy would ask around about him, the others would snort, roll their eyes, shake their heads or make some sort of disapproving gesture.

On the last days of the Tournament, Kendo was in the semi-final bout. And of all people, it was against her.

Their battle was a long one. They traded blows for over twenty minutes, driving more force into each one. Unfortunatley for Roxy, Kendo was more skilled and eventually came out on top. She felt angry and embarassed that she lost but glad it was against someone that respected her.

Kendo bowed to her and she the same. "Your a great fighter Roxy," he said with a slight grin. "Never let them forget that." Motioning to the crowd with his eyes. Roxy couldn't help but smile back a bit and watch as he left the arena, blending into the sea of fighters.

Roxy had to leave that day as all fighters do when they are eliminated. She never had the chance to see if Kendo won the Tournament or find out more about him for that matter. She didn't understand what made him so interesting to her. There was just so much mystery about him that haunted her mind.

"Who are you Kendo?" She wondered, watching the island from the plane fade into the distance.

Roxy wouldn't see Kendo again until a year later. While traveling through Japan, looking for more Tournament work, she came across a poster on a restaurant wall. It advertised a Dojo run by Grandmaster Kendo Coyote, Winner of the Brutal Tournament. Seeing that this was her chance to solve the martial artist enigma, Roxy found her way to his Dojo. Oddly enough, the Dojo was located in the mountains, isolated from the city in a maze of forest.

Upon arriving, Kendo didn't seem suprised one bit. He took her in and served her lunch where he then procceded to answer her questions. She found out that he was just a year older than her, she being twenty-four. He never knew where he came from or who his parents were much like Roxy. She was raised in India then in Britain were she learned English and her fighting style. Kendo was orpahned as a baby and was raised by an old martial arts teacher who taught him in Tae Kwon Do. Unfortunatley the old man died when Kendo was fourteen, forcing him to live on his own in the upstairs apartment of the Dojo. But he carried on the old man's lesson, gaining more and more experience as the years went by.

Kendo seemed more than happy to discuss his beginnings but when Roxy asked about his choice of anti-socialism, Kendo would change the subject by offering her to train with him in his Dojo. He was impressed with her abilities but knew she could do better. Roxy found the offer very tempting but wasn't sure if she trusted Kendo enough yet to stay in the Dojo with him, alone in the woods. Kendo understood and told her that whenever she was ready, he would be waiting.

For the next two months, Roxy would visit Kendo and do some exercises with him. It didn't take long for him to gain her trust as he proved to be a gentleman and a friend. A week later she moved into the spare room upstairs.

That was over eight months ago and right now she was more concerned with what was happening right now.

Kendo didn't even look like he was sweating as they had been sparing for over an hour. He always had this aura around him that made him seem invincible. Most fighters who had such an aura were usually ego-freaks. But like before, she knew he was different.

And that was one of the qualities what made her so attracted to him.

Roxy took the time of her breather to give him one of many look overs. His light tan fur looked so tempting to run her fingers through, Muscles rippled through his arms and chest, right down to his stone hard abs. For someone who had taken his fair share of blows, He still sported a handsome face. Roxy found it cute that his fur was all tan except for a splash of white on his muzzle, giving him a newborn pup look. But she loved his eyes the most. Like blue orbs of emotion that almost always forced her to look away.

"You ready?" He asked, breaking her out of her trance. She nodded and took her stance.

Kendo sighed while ducking one of Roxy's kicks. "She's still not looking where she needs to strike." He thought. As he ducked, he stuck out his leg and sweeped her other foot, causing the lovely vixen to fall flat on her back. She pounded the mat in frustration. "Take five." He told her.

Roxy got up silently and sat down on the bench against the wall. Kendo picked up his water bottle and took a swig, studying her carefully. "Something is wrong with her..." He thought. He watched as Roxy stretched her arms above her head, unknowingly giving Kendo a full view of her chest. He looked away quickly, cursing under his breath.

Kendo had alot of respect for Roxy. The fighting world was dominated by men and she was what some considered an unwanted guest. Kendo hated it when people were quick to judgement due to gender or race. But Roxy had a fire in her that most fighters lacked. And he found that to be quite...attractive. She was without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy vixen he has ever seen. And he had seen alot.

A brief memory of Kendo's past flashed in his mind, causing him to quickly shake his head as if trying to loosen the thoughts from his brain.

Regaining his composure, he walked over to her, asking, "What's up Roxy?"

She looked up at him, putting a confused look on her face. "What do you mean?" Kendo gave her a stern look. "I mean your not focusing on your targets. You had several openings where you could of taken me down but you missed them completely." Roxy stood up rubbing the back of her head, letting out a low sigh. "I've just had some stuff on my mind. That's all."

"Well get focused. It's pathetic." Kendo said turning his back.

"What did you say?" Roxy demanded in a low and less than sweet voice. If there was one thing she hated, it was disrespect of her abilities and effort. "You heard me babe. If you can't keep up then pack up." The coyote stated. He could hear Roxy's tail lashing back in forth against the bench in anger. "That's it. Get angry." He thought, his back still turned to her. Roxy lunged forward, roughly grabbing his sleveless shirt, ready to beat the hell out of him. But before she could even blink, Kendo spun around and grabbed her wrists, then leaned back causing Roxy to fall forward. He stuck his foot into her stomach and pushed upwards, flipping the fox onto her back. Kendo rolled through, ending up on top of her, pinning both of her arms to the mat.

She stared up into his eyes in suprise. "Lesson one Rox," he said softly, their muzzles inches apart, "Never let an emotion fight for you, especially anger."

Roxy didn't say anything. She just kept staring into his blue eyes, losing herself. Kendo was finding himself doing the same with her. They both started to close the space between their muzzles slowly, finally ending in a kiss.

It started off slow but turned more agressive and passionate. Their tounges wrestled and danced, caressing each others teeth and gums. Kendo released her arms and now had one hand under her back, pushing her into him and the other caressing her stomach, loving the soft, silky feel of her fur. Roxy had her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands wandering over his chiseled chest.

Roxy wasn't going to lie to herself. She wanted him. Bad.

Her lust for Kendo started over the first two months she spent with him. It was torture spending so much time with him and not being able to say or do the things she wanted to him. He was just so good to her and gave her chances no one else would, without having physical intentions involved.

Kendo was enjoying this just as much as she was.

He has fantasized of this moment for a long time but never thought it would come true. Watching her train, seeing her voluptues body bend and bounce, drove his hormones crazy. And now he had her.

Kendo moved his hand from her stomach up her royal blue tube top, softly squeezing her breast. Roxy let out a suprised and delighted moan in his mouth. But all of a sudden Kendo stopped and broke away from her, quickly standing to his feet, softly panting. Roxy looked up at him with lust and dissapointment in her eyes. "I...I'm sorry Roxy. I shouldn't have..." Kendo apologized, refusing to look at her. "I...I have to go." He said quickly and left the Dojo without letting her say a word.

The desire that was burning up in Roxy, had faded as quickly as it had appeared. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, feeling alone and confused.

"God dammnit Kendo..." She thought, staring out at the sun setting on the forest.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: There you go! The first chapter done. Hopefully I'll have the second one up by next week sometime. Hope you've enjoyed it so far and please R/R but no flames please.