By Indigo Siren

Disclaimer: Bloody Roar is © to Hudson Soft. I do not own any of characters or mentioned situations from the games. I do however have rights to my own original characters (Kei, Koneko… etc) and the idea for the story. I'm making no money from this story, it is purely for entertainment purposes only. All rights reserved.

A/N: A Shenagi story! ShenLong x Nagi! A brand new multi-chapter story that will put together one of my favourite couples. It is workable, and I will show you just how. Hope you enjoy this violent and sexual story. And it is Violet not Violent tempers for the title. No spelling mess up. My character Selia is based on a friend who has been very supportive of my stories.

Lastly, no flames. If you don't like, don't review. Simple as that. Please enjoy.

Notes: - 'Bobo-hime' - Pretty much means 'Princess Pussy' - can be in the terms of pussy cat or vulgar slang. 'Kami-sama' - 'Mr. God', generally. (You shall understand where these come into when you read on.)

Chapter 1: Not Exactly Paradise

A loud chime sounded.

"Next stop, Shinjuku Station."

The train quickly ground to a dead halt at the immensely busy platform, and people began pouring in and out hurriedly. With resilience against the chilly night air, Nagi Kirishima, acting W.O.C. agent, hopped out of the train carriage amidst the busy night crowd, pulling her leather jacket tightly around her body.

A rush of bodies all shapes and sizes that filed in, out and between, to and fro in the sea of human life, and singularly, Nagi melted in amongst a crowd like any other face. She traipsed in along side a group of party goers out to start off a drunken evening, pushing between simple nine-to-five husbands, wives and singles milling home after a hard days work.

Though she herself was not out for fun or for making the long trek home. She was out on business.

No sooner off the train had she caught a bus, taking her across to the east side of town. The address of the bar she needed to go to was scribbled onto scrap paper rather screwed up inside her jacket pocket. She has memorised the place and its whereabouts off by heart already though.

'Midnight Star' - not an esteemed establishment by any rights, just a cosy little watering nestled on a side street, somewhat away from the busy complex of the large entertainment district. A place so insignificant shouldn't have been sounding the claxon back at main W.O.C headquarters, but rumours had been flying. Bad ones.

Some kind of gang war. Unprovoked violence that started on a small level but was becoming something of a concern, spreading word of Zoanthrope upheaval. Somehow to the Spurious, it didn't seem quite so surprising it would all come down to one little place. Always somewhere small playing the big factor, trying to be low key and failing miserably. W.O.C had tried their best to go right to the root of the problem, but it was almost as if people could sniff out the non-government agents and nothing exceptionally helpful cropped up. There were a few names worth investigating and definitely more on the way.

The truth was yet to be uncovered and everything they were going on was word of mouth. Yugo, W.O.C's 'almighty' leader, had wanted to go in guns blazing, but it would have hardly helped the situation. And could potentially make it worse.

Nagi was always stood in the middle between diplomatic solution and aggressive negotiation. On one count she always liked to express herself with a firm hand, though a part of her knew violence wouldn't make everything better.

It was her decision to be the calm factor that led her to landing this job on her shoulders.

The bus came to her stop and Nagi stepped off. She blocked out the chill the best she could, focusing on 'Midnight Star's address, which lingered fresh in her mind, as was the memories that had her out there, venturing into what felt like the unknown.

The coffee was good, she could hand that to W.O.C. At a hellishly early time they gave the worker a source of salvation in a polar bear patterned cup. Nagi clasped the drink tightly in her hands, sinking back into the chair with some satisfaction that the morning wouldn't be half bad.

She kicked her legs up onto the oak desk in front of her, crossing her suede boot-covered legs on the surface, nudging aside a small mahogany table plaque on the table that read: 'Yugo Ohgami - President, W.O.C. - N.G.O.'

The aforementioned man on the plaque came into his office, giving Nagi a half cocked smile at her position. "Comfortable?" He asked.

"Not really, but hell, what can you do?" Her legs dropped from the table surface and she sat up semi-straight. "You could have a couch for the office. A nice squishy one that you can sink into."

He snorted. "I buy my comfortable furniture for my house. Making it less comfortable here makes me work faster so I can get home to where it is."

"You lie! You're leather recliner is one hell of a comfy chair!" She watched her superior and close friend sink into the mentioned black leather seat with a satisfying squeak. He sprawled back with a long, contented sigh.

"Well, I guess you're right." He cleared his throat, trying to be more serious, but ended up having a coughing fit. Nagi just rolled her eyes. He managed to compose himself with a little effort and leaned forward onto his desk, dropping a hand full of files onto the desk in which he'd carried in. "Seriously, I brought you here to discuss something with you." The humour was completely gone now between them. "It's about what you said when I let you in on that meeting to do with the 'Midnight Star' incidents."

"Oh?" She professionalized herself. Sat up, coffee discarded and in utmost seriousness. "What is it?"

"You said that W.O.C shouldn't just go straight in there to attack the problem. We've been given some good leads. It would be stupid to just let it carry on."

She sighed, a little incensed. "You don't quite get it. I'm not fully against the idea of getting in fast to the root of the problem. But it's the fact that have of the information we've got are based on very unreliable sources and unsupported rumours. W.O.C. needs to tread very carefully. You don't know how bad it really is down there. And from what was said, they're playing it low if they figure W.O.C. or similar groups are spying on them."

Yugo nodded, fingers rapping the table as he looked down at the file, bloated with the unconfirmed investigation notes. "You know me, I'd just go down there and beat the shit out of anyone suspicious." He gave a half laugh, looking up at his companion. "It definitely needs someone more level-headed to check into things than me. There are some pretty fine people in W.O.C., but most of them could be sniffed out before anyone realised they'd trod in any shit."

Her chair creaked as she moved close to the desk, pulling the chair with her using her legs. "Yugo, are you going to ask me what I think you are?"

"I've never sent you out to do any full fledged W.O.C. duty, and especially not undercover work. It's not exactly your field of expertise and you're not exactly a full-fledged member of W.O.C. But I know I can trust you."

This was a surprise for the books. Of all the people he could ask, he'd turn to the bottom of the pile and want her to get her hands a little dirty. She couldn't help chew her lip over the situation. They were friends, he believed that she could do this duty, knew that she saw this situation handled in a different way. She didn't look the part for a little nosey investigator, and that made it all the better. How could she let him down? One less situation made the world just that little better.

"I suppose I can't say no." She stood, swinging her auburn hair over one shoulder, smirking. "I can be civilised, sneaky and kick ass all in the flick of a wrist."

Yugo laughed, standing as well and shook her hand. "I knew I could trust you."

Her face went dead-pan. "Though there is one thing I want before I do this mission."

"What's that?"

"The coffee machine. This coffee is DAMN good!"

She'd come up prior to drop some things off at a hotel she'd be staying in so she wouldn't be having to travel the greater distance from her own home while doing this job. She hadn't the time then to search for the bar, she'd had to get back for a de-briefing on behalf of the younger of the Ohgami brothers, Kenji. This wasn't going to be the easiest of tasks.

"What the hell am I getting into?" She muttered to herself, finally coming to a turning that led off the main boulevard. She was bidding goodbye to the somewhat safer part of civilisation.

She followed down into a long street, lined with an exuberant row of small-time casinos, arcades and a couple of late night cafes, and much further down, a load of saucy clubs. One of those had a large window display of topless women dancing together for the entertainment of passers by.

Past that, where it pulled it a more secluded spot were a dotted arrange of public houses. Right at the far end, in a nestled corner, was 'Midnight Star'. It's sign was painted in bright yellow writing on a midnight black backdrop. There was also a red neon sign squared up in the only proper window. The rest were shuttered down, but through cracks there were blue lights coming from within.

It didn't look the type of building to be a harbouring spot for lowlifes and underhand activity. A nice little brick building, well maintained. She'd pictured something a little more run down - shattered windows, broken bottle ornaments and maybe even a few added blood stains for effect.

Not a blood stain in sight.

It sounded fairly busy from the sound from behind the door. It streamed out as a laughing couple exited and walked away in the direction Nagi had come.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for what she may face.

Both men prolonged on the tension. There was no telling from the genuine to the bluff - faces preened against such give away. The expression of one youthful man with fluffy dyed blonde hair was sitting disgruntled, sifting his poker cards in his hand as he staked in another hand full of silver into the table centre. The other man, somewhat blank faced and fighting a snifter of a smirk, tossed in a matching amount in challenge. The two other member's at the table, who'd already folded out of the game, watched and waited to see who'd come out on top. Their eyes met with intense purpose. The former man narrowed his eyes, while the latter simply cast in a simple glance, glimmering intensely with crimson.

"Kami-sama! Kami-sama!"

The moment seemed half shattered as a girl bobbed up to lean over the back of the cushioned bench, her pigtails almost thwacking the crimson eyed man on the shoulder. He just ignored her as she stared at his hand, bouncing on the stool she was perched on.

"Kami-sama! Kami-sama!" She eagerly repeated again, but was cut off as the other man slammed his hand on the table.

"Shut the fuck up, Koneko! He's busy! Go play with your faggy dollies or something!"

The girl slipped back down pouting. She was about to retort when the one she called 'Kami-sama' put a finger on her lips, and she instantly fell silent.

"Come on, ShenLong! Don't take all fucking night!" The blonde man crowed, almost crushing the cards within his heavy grip.

"Well, whenever you're ready, Kei. Don't want your blood pressure to kill you before the game is over." ShenLong leant back taking a long drink from his beer bottle. He motioned the item as a pointer towards his foe. "Let's see what you've got."

The cocky Kei Yamamori grinned, then yipped loudly and slammed his down cards onto the table. "Full House, bitch!"

He laughed for the longest time, flicking over the three 9's and two 4's triumphantly. He reached out for the money stash, about to scoop it up when ShenLong slammed his bottle down and threw his own cards onto the table.

"Royal. Flush." Each word was like a stabbed like sweet death.

Kei froze as ShenLong let out the most self-satisfied laughter that had half the bar company giving turning in his direction. The tiger claimed the money pot for himself as Kei kicked up fuming.

"ShenLong! You cheating bastard!"

The Chinese man pushed the accusing finger away from him, not even flinching under the irate man's burning gaze. "You just can't take a loss without throwing a tantrum. I played with you fair and square. I can't help being too good at this game!"

Kei was pulled down by the woman sat beside him before he could make even more of a fool of himself.

"Kei, don't be an idiot." Selia Nelson, Kei's girlfriend, said softly as she stroked his arm. The pretty African-American was always the calming factor when he blew his top. He was known so much for it and she was there to be supportive or slap some sense into him. He usually relented to her like a loyal puppy, and he was following routine to the latter, calming into her embrace.

"Poor baby!" Koneko cooed at Kei, who just shot her a dark look. He had given up on the verbal fight and was now focusing on the tasty bonbon bosoms before him.

ShenLong just shook his head at him, gathering his winnings together. The large man next to him, patted his shoulder, chuckling. "Another win in the bag. I should take tips."

"Ryou, you've just got to be more ballsy when it comes to poker."

With a deep laugh, Ryou Kawamukai sunk back with his beer. "My wife keeps my balls under lock and key at home."

This was a routine life now for the former ZLF leader. Beer, games and one or two fights, which came along with being a bouncer in this cosy little nook of a bar. But it was a nice life for him. He couldn't ask for more. And he had some decent friends around him.

Kei, high strung party-goer always up for a gamble and a nicely placed 'girly' outburst after losing, tagged closely behind by his sweet but yet tough as nails girlfriend, Selia. And then there was Ryou, the aging booze hound with a huge family giving him a reason to escape to this 'hiding spot'. Common, run of the mill people who lived with no problems or vendettas against the world. All Zoanthropes too. Just like him. He still couldn't hang close to humans without feeling a little resentful.

"Kami-sama! Kami-sama!" Again, little Koneko Konoma was piping in his ear. That nickname again and again. She's found out the meaning of ShenLong, being that of 'Dragon God' and she decided to keep referring to him as God. Should have been flattering but she was the type of girl who could make things so annoying.

"My little Bobo-hime, how you always seem to pester me so." He turned to look at her, nudging her chin was his hand. "Will you not relent… or even…" He brought her face close to his, almost as if he was going to kiss her. "… Bow down to your God."

The sixteen-year-old squeaked and bounced back, falling off the stool and onto her rear. He laughed heartily, going back to drinking his beer. She jumped up beside him, pouting more than ever.

"Don't call me Bobo-hime!"

"But you really are a pussy…" He took a purposely long breath. "… cat princess…"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Silly, Kami-sama!" And with that, she pranced away. Though, she'd be back.

The young girl got away with being there because her father, Hou Konoma, ran 'Midnight Star'. He was at the bar serving one of his regular punters, now with his sweet little Koneko there to distract him. She got away with too much sometimes.

The door opened, and Nagi stepped inside. A few eyes turned to check her out, some lingering over her as if expecting something from her, but she seemed to pose no kind of threat and she was ignored once more. Though, people weren't letting their guard down. She crossed towards the bar with many backs to her.

She just plaintively ignored the snubs and mistrust.

ShenLong picked her out straight away. It took him a moment to distinguish her in his mind's eyes and it clicked. He recognised this girl. She was involved with the Gaia incident with the Unborn and the Dragon. It was a small world. A little too small…

Nagi turned and caught a glimpse of the tiger Zoanthrope but pretended not to recognise him herself. It was surprising. Nobody had mentioned he drank here.

'Could answer a few things… maybe…'

'This is a regular's spot. I wonder what brings her down this end?' ShenLong thought, sipping at his beer as he watched her back.

"What can I get you?" Hou asked her.

She smiled at the grey-haired man before her, slipping up onto a stool. "Just an orange juice."

He too, like everyone else, gave her judging eyes as he went to get her drink, checking her out openly.

She didn't look the type to be one of the baddies…

There was some satisfaction because he smiled big as he handed her the drink. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"No, my first time down this way. Was looking for somewhere that didn't have naked ladies serving the drinks."

"Unfortunately, we don't," he laughed, wiping down the counter surface before her. "We try to be a good little bar besides."

"I can see that." She nodded at the surroundings - the chipper woodwork with literally hundreds of detailed aeroplane and sports paintings adorning the walls, as well as more traditional Japanese ornaments carved in and about. "It's nice in here."

Nagi almost jumped as the pigtailed girl bounced up next to her. "Hi! I'm Koneko!" She introduced without much restraint. "You're pretty!"

"Oh, uh, thanks," Nagi gave her an awkward smile.

Hou flicked the girl on the head with a towel and she hopped behind the Spurious, sort of using her as a shield. "Koneko! Down! You're scaring the poor girl."

"Aww, I'm just being nice!" She whined, and hopped up onto the free seat beside her. "This is my papa! He runs the place! Hope you don't mind me sitting here with you! You're new and you don't want to be on your own in a scary place like this."

The girl chuckled as Nagi stared almost befuddled at her. She was one foreword girl that was for sure. This girl reminded her of a certain cat girl from back homeward.

Koneko just prattled on to her aimlessly, and Nagi pretended to listen, drinking her drink and trying to keep aware of everything going on about her. Thank God for her sharp hearing.

All the time, ShenLong watched her, even more so with Koneko animatedly talking to her.

"She's a looker," Ryou commented, almost making him jump. "You haven't taken your eyes off her since she walked in."

"I've met her before," ShenLong told him. "I know she isn't from down this way. I'm just curious to what she's doing here."

Kei, having overcome his moodiness, checked out Nagi too. "Oh, pretty." Selia jabbed him in the back for that. "Ow! But not as pretty as you, babe!"

She turned to ShenLong. "What's so bad about her?" She asked curiously.

"She's got some interesting friends." He finished his drink. His companions seemed to turn all too serious. ShenLong just laughed, waving them off. "Not who you'd think."

He got up to get another beer. This would be the perfect time to talk to the Japanese girl.

Nagi could feel him approach the bar, her senses were ringing the alarm bell warning, though she didn't bother to look up at him.

Other alarms bells rung loud in her head as a cold shiver shot up her back. The atmosphere in the room had drastically changed. She slowly glanced over her shoulder towards the door, now occupied by a new group of people.

Trouble had just arrived.

The next chapter has some unwelcome introductions and Nagi getting herself involved in the very intense situation, very questionable by ShenLong, mind you...

(Hold out, the pairing comes much, much later...)