Chapter 1 New Friendships!
I, Jun Kazama am on a plane headed for Tokyo, Japan. I will be participating in the so called 'King of the Iron Fist' Tournament. Entering this tournament will not be about the money or title, in fact this is my confidential duty as a federal agent of the WWWF. My boss has given me an assignment...an assignment I'm not too thrilled about.
A man by the name of Kazuya Mishima has been accused for smuggling animals and using them for experiments. I'm the one who has to nail him. In any case, I wouldn't tolerate abuse of innocent animals but Kazuya...well... let's just say he's an exception. I'm up against the richest, strongest and most powerful man in the entire world and it's up to lil'ol me to put him behind bars, ha no pressure!
So here I am on the plane, we haven't even taken off yet, I'm growing weary and impatient. Just can't wait till this is all over. My first time flying and I've never been so nervous in my whole life...heights is the one thing that I've been afraid of ever since I was a little kid.
A tall tanned woman has walked up to me; by the expression on her face she also seems impatient. The first thing I notice is her attire. She is wearing cowboy boots that hike up to her knees complimented by her dark blue denim shorts, a tank top and a beige jacket over top. A zebra print headband was sitting just above her hair line with a colourful feather sticking out the top. Her fashion sense makes it obvious that she is Native- American.
"Hey, D'you mined if I sit here?" She asks hands placed on the back of the seat, leaning towards me.
"No not at all" I reply, moving my black bag off the seat.
"Thanks, the names Michelle Chang" she says giving me her hand in a friendly greeting.
"Jun Kazama" I gladly take it. Both of us exchange smiles.
"Well if you don't mind me asking, what's your business in Tokyo Jun?" she asks as she picks at her red nail polish that is chipping off of her nails.
"I'm entering the Iron Fist Tournament, in hopes of putting Kazuya Mishima away for good"
"Really?! Ha talk about coincidences." She says enthused.
"I'm also a contestant. I want to see that man suffer under my fist for what he's done to my family." I glance up at her; I guess she takes it as encouragement to go on briefly.
"He's killed my father a couple years back, now he's got my mother in hiding." She tells me, tears staining her eyes
"So what's the bastard Mishima done to you?" she asks
"Well personally nothing but he's been smuggling animal species and using them for experiments. When it comes to abusing animals I guess you could say it's personal!"
"Yah, Kazuya sure has a lot of ways of amusing himself. I'm sure there are a lot of contestants looking to put an end to th..."
"May I have your attention please; we are now taking off, please put on your seat belts and enjoy your flight!" The flight attendant interrupted
'Great...take a deep breathe in and out, I'll be fine' If I keep on playing with my mind, I'll never be able to do this! Michelle seem to have noticed my contemplating because she gave me a pat on my back and said that flying was a breeze...ah I probably look like a real retard right now, but I don't care.
I barely even noticed that we were in the air because Michelle and I were talking about our family, friends... etc the regular girl talk. I really like Michelle; it seems that we will become good friends during this tournament. It was almost like she could read my mind...
"Well, this seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship!" She says giving me a bright smile.
"I agree, it's always good to have someone to confide in while you're in a place where you don't know very many people!" I smile back.
Before I knew it the flight attendant told us that we will be landing soon. Ok, well it looks like I survived. I blew a sigh of relief.
Michelle and I were now in the airport calling for a cab to take us to the Mishima Syndicate. She hung up the phone and told me that we're all set. It's about a 10 minute ride form the airport to the Zaibatus, I just want to get settled I'm sick of sitting. I keep dozing off in the car, Michelle keeps shaking my arm in order to keep awake.
"Jun, come on, wake up we're here!"
"Huh? yah I'm up I'm up."
Michelle and I pay and thank the cab driver as we get our luggage out of the trunk. We both stop and look at the double glass doors that stand tall above us.
"This is it, you ready?" I ask
"Hell yah, I'm ready to kick some Mishima ass!! Haha" She runs in ahead of me
"Yah, this is it. Am I ready to come face to face with Kazuya Mishima?"
I, Jun Kazama am on a plane headed for Tokyo, Japan. I will be participating in the so called 'King of the Iron Fist' Tournament. Entering this tournament will not be about the money or title, in fact this is my confidential duty as a federal agent of the WWWF. My boss has given me an assignment...an assignment I'm not too thrilled about.
A man by the name of Kazuya Mishima has been accused for smuggling animals and using them for experiments. I'm the one who has to nail him. In any case, I wouldn't tolerate abuse of innocent animals but Kazuya...well... let's just say he's an exception. I'm up against the richest, strongest and most powerful man in the entire world and it's up to lil'ol me to put him behind bars, ha no pressure!
So here I am on the plane, we haven't even taken off yet, I'm growing weary and impatient. Just can't wait till this is all over. My first time flying and I've never been so nervous in my whole life...heights is the one thing that I've been afraid of ever since I was a little kid.
A tall tanned woman has walked up to me; by the expression on her face she also seems impatient. The first thing I notice is her attire. She is wearing cowboy boots that hike up to her knees complimented by her dark blue denim shorts, a tank top and a beige jacket over top. A zebra print headband was sitting just above her hair line with a colourful feather sticking out the top. Her fashion sense makes it obvious that she is Native- American.
"Hey, D'you mined if I sit here?" She asks hands placed on the back of the seat, leaning towards me.
"No not at all" I reply, moving my black bag off the seat.
"Thanks, the names Michelle Chang" she says giving me her hand in a friendly greeting.
"Jun Kazama" I gladly take it. Both of us exchange smiles.
"Well if you don't mind me asking, what's your business in Tokyo Jun?" she asks as she picks at her red nail polish that is chipping off of her nails.
"I'm entering the Iron Fist Tournament, in hopes of putting Kazuya Mishima away for good"
"Really?! Ha talk about coincidences." She says enthused.
"I'm also a contestant. I want to see that man suffer under my fist for what he's done to my family." I glance up at her; I guess she takes it as encouragement to go on briefly.
"He's killed my father a couple years back, now he's got my mother in hiding." She tells me, tears staining her eyes
"So what's the bastard Mishima done to you?" she asks
"Well personally nothing but he's been smuggling animal species and using them for experiments. When it comes to abusing animals I guess you could say it's personal!"
"Yah, Kazuya sure has a lot of ways of amusing himself. I'm sure there are a lot of contestants looking to put an end to th..."
"May I have your attention please; we are now taking off, please put on your seat belts and enjoy your flight!" The flight attendant interrupted
'Great...take a deep breathe in and out, I'll be fine' If I keep on playing with my mind, I'll never be able to do this! Michelle seem to have noticed my contemplating because she gave me a pat on my back and said that flying was a breeze...ah I probably look like a real retard right now, but I don't care.
I barely even noticed that we were in the air because Michelle and I were talking about our family, friends... etc the regular girl talk. I really like Michelle; it seems that we will become good friends during this tournament. It was almost like she could read my mind...
"Well, this seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship!" She says giving me a bright smile.
"I agree, it's always good to have someone to confide in while you're in a place where you don't know very many people!" I smile back.
Before I knew it the flight attendant told us that we will be landing soon. Ok, well it looks like I survived. I blew a sigh of relief.
Michelle and I were now in the airport calling for a cab to take us to the Mishima Syndicate. She hung up the phone and told me that we're all set. It's about a 10 minute ride form the airport to the Zaibatus, I just want to get settled I'm sick of sitting. I keep dozing off in the car, Michelle keeps shaking my arm in order to keep awake.
"Jun, come on, wake up we're here!"
"Huh? yah I'm up I'm up."
Michelle and I pay and thank the cab driver as we get our luggage out of the trunk. We both stop and look at the double glass doors that stand tall above us.
"This is it, you ready?" I ask
"Hell yah, I'm ready to kick some Mishima ass!! Haha" She runs in ahead of me
"Yah, this is it. Am I ready to come face to face with Kazuya Mishima?"