Hitomi vs Cicilia: DOA vs AFW! (Non-Canon)

Cicilia was walking home from a long day at work, her buxom form tucked away behind her black hoodie and short-shorts, one hand holding a cup of coffee... WOW did she need the caffeine today... She didn't normally drink the stuff (unless it was loaded with cream and sugar), but today had been very trying and her patience were less than plentiful. It was a cold day, the air biting her pale skin, only further frustrating the Juggernaut as she made her way home. She hated the cold... Hated it with a burning passion. It was cruel... mercilous as it constantly nipped at you, forcing you to cover up when you don't have the chance. The morning had been so nice and suddenly the day had turned so cold... Damn weathermen... They couldn't predict pain if a fist was coming towards their faces.

She huffed loudly as these thoughts ran their course through her mind, taking a sip from her coffee cup. Everything felt so hard... It was hard to get out of bed, to drag herself to the gym, to get a decent work out in and ESPECIALLY to go to work. It was only the knowledge of the consequences of NOT doing these things that kept the cycle going... Matches had been sparse in recent weeks, her income.... steadily declining. She was afraid... Anxious... It was getting more and more difficult to budget money. She sometimes even found herself coming home, looking over her things with an eye of "essential" or "nonessential!" She couldn't believe it! Every time it happened, she couldn't believe she was already thinking about stuff to sell... It only fed her anxiety... and burned her patience.

The streets were empty, something good for a change... Only a few people on the other side-walk across the street, this one barren enough. At least she could just make it home without any problems... Just go home and throw herself into a hot shower and relieve all this stress... Yeah... That'd be nice. She could feel it now... the steam, the water rolling down her skin... It might just calm her... if only for a while. She could almost forget the world she lived in...

Aw, man. She was lost, wasn’t she?

Hitomi:

Hitomi hadn’t been in Japan all that long. It took a lot of convincing to her father that she was capable of living on her own and, honestly, that turned out to be better said than done. Her tournament winnings were only bringing her so far and, between the last of her student loans and rent coming soon, she was being pressed for options. Thankfully, the solution to her problem appeared quickly: the sixth tournament.

DoATEC couldn’t have been any more vague on its details, more interested in just getting a lot of hype going, but the popular rumor was that it was set to take place in the Land of the Rising Sun. It was still some ways away, but Hitomi was psyched beyond belief, as if she was already standing in the middle of the ring and drenched in the roar of the crowd. The last tournament was still fresh in her mind. She’d trained long and hard and managed to climb all the way up to the finals...but it wasn’t enough. She had given it her all last time, but all the meant was she couldn’t stay how she was now. She wasn’t going to be the runner-up this year. She was going to beat Jann. She was going to win.

As she walked through the Tokyo streets, she moved with a fast and determined stride, her pink lips growing a bright smile on her face. She kept one hand buried in the pocket of her green blazer while the other brought the phone in her hand closer to the her face. She was supposed to meet Lei for some training at a gym she knew, one good for sparring.

She, uh....just needed to find it first.

She looked around, groaned, then brought her eyes back down at her phone and continued walking, turning down a side street with relatively few people in it. She was getting a bit more frustrated now, the fire in her blood not helping in the slightest to keep her head level. She paid little attention to the road in front of her as she scrolled through the map on her screen. It was supposed to be around here somewhere. Was she on the wrong street?

*bump*

And like that, Cicilia's fantasy was washed away by the scalding hot coffee suddenly SPLASHING across her hoodie and the stranger's blazer, it's heat already biting into her skin! Acting fast, Cicilia quickly, almost panicked, dropped her drink and RIPPED off her hoodie and threw it on the ground before the coffee could fully bleed through, revealing her white tank-top now stained across her cleavage. Pain wasn't a great way to keep a level-head, especially between the burning bites of fresh caffeine as well as the annoying nips of the cold. The German boxer gritted her teeth, perhaps for a second considering an apology to the girl... before spotting the phone in her hand. Well... there went all the politeness she might've mustered.

"Get your head out of your phone and watch where you're going." Cicilia hissed, scooping up her now dripping wet jacket off the ground, quietly lamenting the good coffee now being channeled into the sewer-drains. She had no idea who this girl was... but she wasn't making any damn friends with her head so far into her screen she couldn't see where anyone was! This was why she never had it out when she was going somewhere... Either you'll run into people you rather wouldn't... or you'll end up in places you shouldn't. The Juggernaut's sanguine eyes looked Hitomi over once more, noticing the toned, strong figure of someone who fought... Before letting out a bemused huff and continuing on her way. She seemed almost tempted, some primal instinct of the warrior inside demanding this girl pay her with a fight... Her blood ignited, her nerves excited...

Cicilia was in the mood for a fight... All this damn stress was building up and it was under SERIOUS debate whether or not getting burned by her damn coffee would be the straw that broke the camel's back. What Hitomi did next will decide whether or not she got a fist in her face.

The next second of Hitomi's life was a complete whirlwind. One moment she was looking down at her screen, just about to decipher where exactly she was in relation to the gym, and the next a searing pain like an iron on her skin flared across her arm. She let out a shriek and dropped her phone, her body acting all on its own as she quickly removed slipped her arm free from her jacket and ran her hand down its length.

After a moment, the heat faded away, tapering off bit by bit. She slowed down and look at the jacket draped across her shoulder. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates before she quickly took it off and held it up in front of her with both hands with her mouth agape. “Ahh! My high school blazer!” It was ruined. Completely. Some of the green was darkened and damp, and the entire right sleeve was coated brown in the hot liquid. What happened? How did she do this?

The smell of coffee filled her nose and cleared her tunnel vision, giving her mind a quick rewind of the past couple moments. She bumped into someone. She wasn’t exactly sure who until a very...callous voice behind her caught her attention.

Hitomi whipped her head around, furrowing her brows in a glare that was equal parts confusion and anger at the raven-haired woman behind her. She had to admit that it was partially her fault, but it was also an accident! Accidents happen! She could have been scalded! Didn’t this woman even care a little?

“Hey!” Hitomi turned and stepped up to the woman as she went to walk away. Her hands curled into fists as she walked right up to her face, holding her jacket tightly in her hand. “Didn’t your mom ever teach you manners?! It was an accident, you jerk!”

HA! Jerk? Whatever. Cicilia was never the kind to give a damn about pleasantries or politeness, especially when it was to be given to someone who didn't deserve it. When Hitomi squared up with Cicilia, the German glared down at her, her form far shorter than the boxer's. It was almost amusing the way she thought she had some kind of moral high-ground here, she who ran into her, made her lose her only and WELL NEEDED cup of coffee and made her hoodie impossible to wear! Did Cicilia care that Hitomi could've been scaled? No. No she didn't. Whatever she got was what she deserved.

...

And on top of ruining her hoodie and forcing the German to drop her coffee, she brought up one of the 3 people one should never mention in front of her... The Boxer's sanguine eyes glowed darkly as the little 5'2'' foriegner stood toe-to-toe with her, the boxer's fingers curling rightly into the fists that so many feared. Without a word, Cicilia lashed out with a powerful uppercut to Hitomi's stomach, hoping to double her over and have her SUFFER for daring to mention her mother! There was no mercy here, no remorse... Whether she knew it or not, Hitomi had given justification enough for the boxer's anger to come forth... and bring ruinous pain upon her! Whether her punch connected or not, Cicilia would swing her other fist around in a brutal straight, aiming to dig into the girl's jaw and send her FLYING across the sidewalk! She didn't have any patience for her shit... So now she would beat it out of her!

What few people were still watching off to the side slowly made their distance from the two foreigners. They looked on with anticipation, a tinge of fear in their eyes about what might be about to happen. Anyone even remotely close to the pair could feel the tension emanating from them, permeating the air.

Hitomi didn’t pay a single mind to them. Her eyes were on Cicilia and Cicilia alone. Upon a second glance, now that the woman had removed her hoodie, Hitomi was starting to understand why this woman was so confident in her dismissal. While there was a clear height difference between them, the taller woman had a solid upper body. The contours in her arms, the broadness of her shoulders. She looked like a boxer. The karate girl had met plenty of them in Dead or Alive to tell them apart. Maybe she really did have a fight on her hands…

Fine! She was up for the practice! And she could teach Ms. Jerk a lesson at the same time! She didn’t show those red eyes a single inch of fear. That was how bullies got their way. She had to let her know that she wasn’t even thinking of backing down from this. Unfortunately, that meant her eyes weren’t in the one place they should have been. “I’m not scared of y-”

Those last words choked in Hitomi’s throat as an uppercut buried itself in her gut, lifting her slightly off the ground with resounding power that clapped in the air. It was more than enough to put her on her knees, but the raven woman wasn't done with her yet. Her fist struck Hitomi right in the center of her face, sending her down the street in a streak of dust and chipped concrete. Her body eventually slowed and came to a screeching halt on the ground, twitching slightly as she laid there on her side. She clutched her gut, seemingly unable to summon the ability to stand, let alone fight.

At least, that's what she wanted Cicilia to think. The people around her helped to sell that reaction, looking at the downed karateka with covered mouths and wide eyes. But the moment the woman turned around, Hitomi would pop one eye open, then slowly rise to a crouched stance. With a hand to the ground, she’d take off like a sprinter towards Cicilia, jumping into the air and raising her leg high above her head. “Sorya!” She’d swing her leg down as she fell, aiming for the back of Cicilia’s head to send her into the concrete with a jumping axe kick. Assuming she was able to land freely, she’d pivot on the spot to stare the boxer down.

Boy, was it satisfying to see Hitomi skid across the pavement, her annoying and self-entitled voice silence for what seemed to be for good. Cicilia paused, her fists raised as if she were expecting the girl to stand... to fight... But for as long as she stood there, the girl dared not raise. She found it hard to believe someone so confident, someone "not scared of her" would so easily fall prey to two simple punches... but then, the Juggernaut wasn't overly inclined to test her vulnerability. Between this biting cold and more of her skin exposed to it, she didn't want to spend any more time than was necessary out here. Cicilia turned her back and began walking back in the direction of her apartment, letting out a heavy sigh as she shrugged off the eyes that dug into her back...

...And that was exactly what Hitomi was waiting for!

The next thing she knew, Cicilia felt a boot DIG into the back of her skull, the German's mind freezing as the energy of the surprise kick sent HER, in turn, flying across the side-walk, barely turning in time for her shoulder to take the brunt of the impact instead of her face, the boxer skidding along the cold, cruel concrete much as her counterpart had a moment before. Eventually, she came to a stop a few feet away, the boxer letting out a growl of distaste but none the worse for wear. That kick hurt... Maybe even stunned her, but the damage to her pride for having been struck in such a dishonest and cowardly way was much greater than what her body received.

"Ugh... Bitch!" She growled, pushing herself back up to her feet quickly and raising her fists up in her traditional boxing stance. Oh, if she was going to fight like a coward, then Cicilia wasn't just going to beat her up... She was going to take her apart piece by bloody piece. She didn't call her out on it... no point... The look in her eye said it all. Without another word, she advanced, slowly, cautious of her stupid kicks and whatever fancy moves she might pull, throwing a quick jab at her cheek as soon as Hitomi drew within her range.

Fine. This was happening. Hitomi didn’t even attempt a rebuttal when Cicilia threw that jab her way. Insults lost a bit of their sting when they came from a mouth buried five feet in solid concrete. She only furrowed her brows and frowned, pulling her trusty red fingerless gloves from her back pocket and fitting them onto her hand, making sure they were a snug with a couple tugs to each.

‘Takes one to know one.’

If she was being fully honest, though, Hitomi was a bit surprised when Cicilia was back up on two feet, not even a little shaken. There weren’t many people that could take a kick from her, much less to the back of the head. It wasn’t nearly as surprised as she would have been if she hadn’t taken those punches just a second ago, but surprised all the same.

The longer Hitomi stood across from her, the more she wondered just who in the world she’d bumped into. The force along said it all and the stance the woman slid into proved it. This person was a fighter. A boxer. Hitomi didn’t recognize the stance off-hand, but if she had to guess it seemed pretty orthodox. She’d encountered her fair share of boxers at DoA, enough to tell them apart from the rest. She didn’t follow the style all that much, but she knew one thing was for sure: don’t underestimate them.

She didn’t bring her eyes off of Cicilia as the raven-haired fighter stood back up. She’d been taken off guard once, the karateka wasn’t about to let it happen again. Her crimson-eyed adversary didn’t say anything as they stared across from one another. Hitomi tightened her grip in response, bringing her fists close as she snapped to form!


Cicilia closed the distance with caution, and Hitomi was just as careful, knowing to watch for out for those fists more than anything else. A quick jab came her way, one that nearly broke her nose as she shifted her head to dodge it. As it grazed past her cheek, Hitomi reached up to grab the boxer’s arm, turning on the spot and shoving her back strongly into Cicilia. The karate girl would yank the woman forward at the same time, hurling her over and onto the ground with a full shoulder throw. Assuming Cicilia didn’t slip free, Hitomi would keep the hold on her arm, shifting to the grip to wrench in a wrist lock and keep the juggernaut in place. “You punch me over an accident, now you’re calling me a bitch? You have some serious issues to work out.”

Hitomi's Agility wasn't anything to scoff at apparently as she swiftly dodged Cicilia's punch and latched onto her arm with both of her hands! Making use of the leverage granted to her by her inferior size, she swiftly managed to FLIP the juggernaut over her shoulder in some kind of throw, PLANTING her back down into the concrete with a vicious CRACK, the force of which splitting the pavement for meters around in a jagged web of destruction. Despite the sheer force, Cicilia's expression seemed to indicate inconvenience and frustration more than any kind of spine-obliterating damage, the boxer, growling in anger as she struggled against the hands that locked her arm! OH! And it seemed that Hitomi was a fucking smart-ass too on top of a bitch, reminding the German that she was the one who struck first, that she had no moral high-ground to be throwing insults! Well... Some things are better left unspoken. Embarrassment flashed through the German and across her face, her cheeks flaring red as the energy provided FLOODED her muscles...

With a snarl, the German pulled against Hitomi's grip, certain that she could tear herself free! The girl was strong... but Cicilia was stronger... She could feel the difference in their strength by the amount of pain inflicted by the hold. A grating shackle to be sure, but nowhere near the quality of grips the boxer had broken through before. She pulled and pulled against her opponent until her arm was folded up in a flex-like pose...

Before wrenching it away QUICK, hoping to tear it out from her grip and then use it to SWEEP at the shorter woman's legs! Should she succeed, Hitomi would slip off her feet as Cicilia hopped up to her own, the Juggernaut bringing a fist down like a 10,000 pound press RIGHT on the other girl's stomach. It was just to add a little... "emphasis" to her fall.

What was this woman’s deal?

Hitomi’s head was always on the fight in front of her, first and foremost. She’d had her fair share of scrapes that went off the record and it wasn’t like she always questioned every challenge that came her way. A good fight was a good fight, and just from what she could tell from that punch she took, it seemed like Hitomi was going to get one.

But man, this woman was seriously rubbing her the wrong way. “Angry” didn’t even really cover it. Her eyes were full of something else, a person that was clearly carrying a lot of baggage. Fighting over talking things out. Hayate was a lot like that. Before.

At the very least, Hitomi was used to the type. Even if Cicilia was a lot less subtle than others, she went down all the same. The karateka made sure to put some extra pressure on the arm to keep her in check as best she could. Despite her size, the German’s power was pretty intense, even for a boxer. The martial artist was going to have to be careful about going to toe to toe with this one. Then again, she wasn’t planning on spending too much time with this hot-headed jerkwad. She had places to be. Lei wasn’t going to wait on her forever.

Hitomi gave the arm another crank. She noticed that her opponent didn’t respond to her question, seemingly shying away with her face in the concrete. Cooler heads prevailed, it seemed.

“What? Nothing else to sa-AH!!”

This chick was strong! The karate girl pulled back against Cicilia’s effort to tug her arm free, but her back only grated against the effort. It was a losing battle, and before she knew it, Hitomi’s grip surrendered and her feet were taken out from under her in one sweep by the very arm she’d just captured. Her back took the brunt of the fall, but she barely had time to cope before a two-ton fist buried itself in her stomach.

Hitomi’s body jackknifed. Bits of cement and gravel shot into the air around her as multiple cracks in the pavement slithered out from underneath her body, the very road separating from the force beneath the pugilist's fist. Hitomi rolled to the side and clutched her gut tightly, her face scrunched together in a determined effort to not lose her lunch then and there.

Dang it. Sachertorte for breakfast was such a bad idea!