AN: Hi again folks and welcome to my sixth fanfic and actually fourth DOA-fic.

I know Ken ni wanted a sequal to "the ninja-napping" but after well... almost 82,000 words of almost pure sillyness I´m kinda out of jokes but don´t worry this will contain certain elements of humor to. Anyway, hope you enjoy and certainely hope you review.

"Le feu bleu"

Helena sighed as she locked the door open. It was six o´clock in the morning and the white and blue building was covered in snow. The blond woman shivered despite her long, brown coat. For Paris this winter was unusually cold.

Helena drew a sigh of relief as she entered the restaurant, locking the door behind her. She took a look around in the room before turning on the lights.

She had to say she´d been lucky being able to make this go around, she thought as she started taking the chairs down the tables. Even though she had both the money she´d inherited from her mother, a saved capital from her carrier as a opera-singer and quit a amount from getting far in various DOA-tournaments it couldn´t help the fact starting a restaurant and furthermore getting enough guests for earning a living was a tough project. It had taken its time but since Helena was a fighter when it came to everything she put her mind to she´d managed in making "Le feu blue" a relatively popular place.

After setting the tables and preparing everything that had to be done Helena gave a deep sigh. Sure she was proud of her progresses, sure she loved her little restaurant and the fact that she got appreciated for what she did but somehow it felt as if though something was missing. She couldn´t quit put her finger on what it was but somehow she felt as if though she could never really mean the smiles she gave her guests. It´d been that way ever since she lost her mother who was the only real friend she´d ever had.

It wasn´t as if though Helena couldn´t put it all behind her! She knew Donovan had been the head behind the murders of both her parents (even though Christie and Bayman had been the ones dealing the killing strikes they had little part in the planning and hadn´t done it out of evil) and since he was now dead she felt justice´d somehow been made. But her mother Maria had been the one person in her life that´d actually supported her, the one person she could confide everything, both joy and sorrow to and the only person that´d ever been able to make Helena smile.

-Dear mother, Helena whispered, I so wish you´d been alive to witness this.

Helena went into the kitchen making herself a cup of tea. She wouldn´t open up the restaurant for a other hour so she´d have some time for herself. Yes, time only for herself...!

_-_

Kasumi ran passed the streets. She was so cold even moving was hard for her. She had to find a place to warm herself soon, a place to rest.

The runaway ninja had been in Paris for two days and she was already out of all the money she´d earnt at her job as a waitress in Japan. It wasn´t that she was un careful with money or that she bought more then her purse could handle put paying once living was hard and so was finding a job when one didn´t have any education whatsoever (non that counted for the modern society anyway).

She was so tired of this, so cold so hungry and as far as she was concerned she wouldn´t have the money to fulfill any of those needs today, or any day if things ended bad enough.

"Maybe this is when it finally happens" a voice in the back of Kasumis head said but being the optimist she´d always been she pushed it away. "I´ll survive somehow" she thought "that´s what I´ve always done".

She looked beside herself suddenly noticing the food-store. She couldn´t afford anything in there, in fact not even a bubble gum but at least she´d be able to warm herself for a while. The red head sighed as she entered the glass door.

_._

Helena looked at the clock. She´d only been working for three hours but it felt as if though she´d been smiling at restaurant guests, investigating the work of the cooks and taken orders the whole day. Why she felt that way she didn´t really know.

She´d wanted to start a restaurant ever since the fourth tournament was over and she´d actually managed in doing it, but still she felt no pride, no joy or even surprise for the happy turn out.

It seemed to be that way with everything she did nowadays she thought as she sent yet another customers one of her false smiles when passing by.

Everyone sitting here seemed so happy, men, women, children young and old and no matter how distressed or irritated a person seemed to be when entering "le feu bleu" they always had a huge smile on their lips when going out. "Why can´t I feel that way" Helena thought to herself "despite the fact it´s my restaurant".

Helena didn´t find any joy these days, not in her restaurant, not in her pretty blue villa, not in the beautiful dresses she once again could afford and in fact not even in singing even though it´d always been her biggest passion. But strangely she didn´t feel sad either, not even the slight bit worried in fact, only… as if though she really didn´t give a damn. Bored in fact!

"How was your tarte aux pommes?" Helena smiled at the small boy sitting with his mother and his father in a corner of the room.

"Magnifique", the boy gave a toothless smile holding up a thumb.

"I´m pleased to hear" Helena said.

The boys mother and father met her gaze smiling at her. "Why can´t I be like them" Helena thought as she went into the kitchen.

But when she pictured herself in her head she wasn´t one of the parents but the child sitting between them enjoying her tarte aux pommes.

_._

Kasumi rubbed her palms together to warm them. She didn´t know how long she´d be able to sit here. How long before the expedit´d notice she wouldn´t order anything at this café, how long before they´d notice the stench of the shirt she hadn´t switched for days and the fact she hadn´t showered or washed her hair for long and throw her out.

"Hey sweet heart" a hoarse voice slurred next to her "what is a little girl like you doing all alone in this hour?"

Kasumi looked out of the window noticing how dark it was before looking at the man standing next to her table. Even though she´d faced far worse threats before she really didn´t like the look in his small eyes.

The man was rather tall, had a long black beard, a skin jacket that smelled of sweat and a equally bad breath when he opened his mouth for the second time.

"You know you´re a real beauty don´t you" he croaked "don´t you feel lonely sitting here all by yourself?"

"I´m okey really" Kasumi said calmly meeting his gaze "I was just leaving anyway".

"So you were?" the man gave a wide grin showing a row of yellow teeth with black wholes in several places "how about…" he supported his elbow on the table getting closer then Kasumi was comfortable with "I follow you out. Where is a pretty girl like you going anyway"?

Kasumi turned around looking all over the room. The guests had the back of their heads turned towards her and if they noticed what was happening they had chosen to ignore it.

Kasumi once again remembered how she must look with her uncombed red hair and torn blue jacket and knew that whether she got out of this situation or not would depend completely on herself.

"So" the man leant over the table moving his face a inch from Kasumis so she could smell the sweat of his skin "shall I sit down next to you sugar or do you want me to walk you home. Or… we can go to my place if you wish" the mans yellow teeth were once again visible, his small eyes shinning with excitement.

"As I said" Kasumi answered resolute" I´ll be fine on my own and in fact I´m leaving right now".

She rose from the chair walking around the table from the side the man was not standing pulling the jacket tight around her as she walked out of the restaurant.

But as she´d expected before it wouldn´t end this easily.

"Come to my place princess" the man slurred as he walked after her "I´ll take good care of you" he gave a raw laughter.

"Thank you" Kasumi said polite though resolute" but that won´t be necessary".

"But where are you going then" the man gave a loud laughter "where are you gonna go? I know your type sweets and you´re not going anywhere!"

As Kasumi´d expected. She would have to deal with this on her own!

The moment the man put his hand on her arm she grabbed a hold of his fingers, spun around, pressing her palm against the back of his hand making him scream out in pain.

"As I said" she said in her usual sweet tone" I´ll be fine on my own".

She didn´t even bother to give the man a second look as she let go of his hand and kept walking.

"Your little bitch" the man yelled after her but Kasumi didn´t seem to care.

As she´d said she was fine on her own. She´d been for a long time.

_._

"Ayane!" Hayate called out.

"Yes, onii-san" Ayane came running towards her brother.

The cold, white, winter that´d made its way into the larger part of Japan was nowhere to be found here. The pink cherry blossom, the white Primula and the green trees were all blooming like never before and safe for the small gusts of the wind passing by now and then the air was no different from what it´d been in the early summer almost six months ago.

"Hayate-sama!" Ayane ran over the wooden bridge hanging over the pond.

"I have something I need your advice about" Hayate´s said as his sister stopped in front of him outside the small, white house "why don´t we go inside?"

Ayane looked in silence at the auburn haired man. Saying Hayate looked anything but serious usually and calling the look in his eyes anything but distant and filled with sorrow would be a idealized description. But what Ayane saw when looking back at the person she admired more then anyone else in the world made her worried.

"Are you coming" Hayate gestured towards the small house behind him.

Ayane nodded.

Once they sat down on the floor (because the building wasn´t big enough to contain any furniture or even any other rooms then the very one they were sitting in) Hayate gave a deep sigh.

"You know that it will soon be Christmas" the mugen-tenshin leader said.

"But onii-chan" Ayanes eyes widened "we don´t celebrate Christmas, we´re not Christian. In fact very few people even in Japan are".

"I know" Hayate sighed again making Ayane regret what she´d said immediately.

"Onii-chan is more fragile then he seems" Ayane thought to herself "and the last months has really been hard on him".

If Hayate´d hardly ever spoken to anyone in the village before it was nothing comparing to how he was right now. Ever since the fourth DOA-tournament was over he´d shut the world out, hardly ever showing his face in Haji-mon or even Mugen-tenshin anymore.

"I know" Hayate said again "but however" he looked his sister into the eyes "I thought it was about time we changed that".

Ayane frowned looking back at him.

"No matter if one shares the original beliefs behind Christmas" Hayate said "it stands for something good, it stands for love" the ninjas face brightened up all of a sudden "for warmth, compassion, generosity".

Ayane looked at her brother, still wondering if he´d lost all sense.

"And that however, sister" he looked his younger sister in the eyes" is something no one in this family´s experienced for long. Not since…" the look in Hayates face was suddenly equally torn as in the beginning of the conversation.

Ayane nodded knowing exactly what he meant. Neither she nor Hayate had ever experienced any of those things he´d talked about since Kasumi left. Kasumi… they hadn´t spoken about her for a long time, but they both seemed to know how the other felt like they´d somehow always did.

"I want to bring her back" Hayate said after a while, taking a deep breath.

Ayane looked back at him for a while before nodding again.

"I want us to be a family again" Hayate said "and catch up on the time we´ve lost".

"Do you want me to bring her back?" Ayane´s voice was serious as she spoke.

"No" Hayate said softly, shaking his head "I need you here, this time Ayane-chan, I´m going".

_._

Helena yawned. It had been a tough day today but it had paid of. The number of guests had increased by the third and at least half her guests had eaten a whole three-meals menu.

She put the chairs on the table. Helena´d sent the rest of her staff home for the day since there wasn´t that much cleaning left to do that she couldn´t deal with it herself.

She looked outside. The snow seemed to fall faster then ever and the sky had turned into a beautiful dark blue shade. As Helena looked at the millions of stars outside she remembered the evenings she and her mother´d spent outside their villa.

"If a star falls you may make a wish" her mother´d said.

As Helena stood glued to the window she didn´t think when seeing the star fall (now ten years later) as she once again made her wish. "I wish I didn´t feel so alone" she thought.

_._

Kasumi ran. Not because she was hunted, not because she had anything she had to be on time to. Truth to say no one even cared enough about her to chase her and truth to say she didn´t care enough about anything or anyone to be in time.

As for now there was only one thing she cared about (the one last thing she cared about) was keeping the warmth up and despite her physical condition she wouldn´t be able to run much longer. "I guess this is when I´ll have to realize not even I can outrun everything" Kasumi thought as she slowly felt her powers abandon her.

Her jacket was to thin, the soles of her shoes to torn and her body to cold for the former kuniochi to even have a chance to make it threw the night. All stores, cafés, restaurants and even bares were shut for the evening (it was a week day after all) and the way she looked with her old clothes there wasn´t a chance anyone would let her into their houses. For a moment she almost regretted turning the man harassing her earlier´s offer down even though she´d known his intentions. "I should never have left the village" Kasumi thought as she more and more surrendered to the cold around her.

_._

Helena put the last chair up on the table. Her long pondering had slowed the cleaning process down somewhat and she was now almost twenty minutes later to leave then she used to be.

"At last" Helena thought to herself as she started putting her coat on. If she´d hurry she´d be home in time to see the news.

The former opera-singer was just about to open the door when it was opened the opposite direction so hard she fell to the floor, the person on the other side falling on top of her.

On impulse Helena immediately showed the other person away from her rising to her knees.

Helenas eyes widened in shock as she recognized the girl with the long, red hair and the torn red jacket.

"Kasumi…"Helena starred at the young girl.

"Helena" Kasumi said feebly "help me please…"

And after this was said she closed her eyes lying unconscious on the floor.

AN: So this dear DOA-fanatics was my first and brand new chapter, hope you enjoyed. And just so you know I´m not one hundred procent sure about all the pairings yet even though I´m hardcore sure about some that I won´t reveal right now. But I´ll give you a hint! If you´re hoping for any of the traditional ones Christie x Bayman, Kasumi x Ryu, Lei fang x Jann Lee or even Ryu x Hayate you´ll be really dissapointed.

But if you have any ideas just PM me on my profile. Can´t promise I´ll obey but I´ll consider my advice and If you want like a hint to what matchmaking I´m up to, look at my profile (it´s actually changed a lot lately) and well if you don´t want spoilers DON´T, but once again you may be surprised anyway.

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