I do not own Tekken, any anime, or video game references in this story. So please review and happy reading.
Side notes: Leo's gender was never specified by Namco, so it's still a mystery whether if Leo is a boy or a girl. But in the fanfic, Leo's gender is a boy.
"C'mon Nobu, kick her ass!"
In Shibuya, a fight was held near the famous dog statue, Hachiko. A huge group of people cheered as they see two people duking it out for a prize. It was already five minutes and this made the crowd more anxious to see someone get knocked out. Both fighters are covered in scratches, bruises, and sweat.
"Hey fry face, how about you throw in the towel and let a man win?" A guy with bleach blonde hair asked with a smirk.
The guy's opponent was a female tourist and she wasn't pleased by what the guy just said. All she wanted to do was drag her jet lag body to a nearest hotel and get some sleep. But in a weird twist of fate, she got herself in a small fighting tournament because she couldn't fully understand Japanese.
"No deal." She answered bluntly, 'I wished I didn't sleep during Japanese class.'
The two fighters ran to each other and everyone stared in shock as they watch two of the fighters bump heads, literally. The two collapsed onto the ground, both of them were knocked out cold. Before the girl drifted off to fantasy land, a group of strangers surrounded her.
'I knew I should've stayed in Germany...What am I saying after what grandfather did for me?!'
As the foreigner fell into a deep sleep, she remembered her time in her hometown in Germany. Despite the ongoing war caused by the company, Mishima Zaibatsu, parts of Germany weren't destroyed by the bomb raid. Her town wasn't so lucky, half of the buildings were in ruins and the townspeople have scars, bruises, lost limbs, and even died from the event. The girl was also a victim, half of the left side of her face and portions of her body were burned and all that's left were nasty scars. A month after the bombing, the town and its people managed itself to get on their feet, but recovery is taking longer than expected. At the girl's high school, it was still the same routine; you learn something new and review for the next day. Half of the campus was being repaired but half of the school was still intact but the population of students increased. On top of the school's roof, the girl and her friends looked at the orange colored sky together.
"Since the school year is over, I'll probably be helping out with repairing the school." A boy with brown hair said in a sulky tone.
"You make sound it bad, we're lucky to be alive and only have a few scars. All we can do now for the summer is recover and rebuild what this town was before." A Blondie replied as she puts her hair in a pony tail.
"At least you have a positive outlook, Bridgette. Hey Hermes, what are you going to do?"
Hermes watched as her friend put her hair in a messy pony tail and saw the bandages around her neck. She gave her friends a tired smile and shrugged slightly. After all the things that happened at her hometown, all she wanted to do was go somewhere far away and take a vacation. Far away from the hellish events that occurred.
"Nothing much Derek. I'll probably stay and take care of grandpa." Hermes answered lightly and let the cool breeze play with her short brown hair.
"That's right, how is your grandpa Hermes? My dad told me that Mr. Peters that he's still recovering from the raid."
"He's doing fine, I tried to make him stay in bed but he insisted of making dinner today. Thanks for asking Bridgette."
Hermes placed her hand on her face, which revealed some more scars on her upper left arm. Derek's expression softens, he felt guilty that two of his friends suffered injuries greater than his. All he got was a few scratches and a sprained ankle but he should be happy that he was lucky enough to be far away from the huge blast of fire and smoke. Twenty minutes later, the three decide to leave and exchanged goodbyes. Hermes walked alone with her bag pack and headed off to her grandpa's home. As she walked the streets, there were a few people with smiles and children playing on the streets. A pleasant smile formed on her lips and she looked up at the orange sky.
'Shame that I can't go anywhere...I want to go far away from here... But where?
Hermes continued to walk until she spotted a small bricked building that said, 'Peters Residence.' She entered the building and closed the door behind her.
"I'm home!" She greeted loudly.
There was no reply; she dropped her bag pack down walked quietly to the living room to find her grandpa sleeping on the couch with a rather peaceful look on his face. She crouched down beside him and placed her hand on his cheek, it was cold. Everything stood silent for a few minutes until Hermes realized what has happened.
"Grandpa..." She muttered in a shaky tone.
Then she noticed something in her grandpa's hands, it was a tape recorder, passport, and an airplane ticket. Hermes grabbed the two things from his hands and pressed the play button on the recorder.
"To Hermes, if you found this recording then you also discovered my lifeless body. But do not cry my dear; I do not deserve any tears from a granddaughter like you. You see, I've raised you when you were a baby and told stories about your parents when you were a child. But those stories were a lie; I tried to find your real parents countless times but no results. I didn't want to worry you, so I lied to make you happy but I knew that one day that you'll discover the real truth. Since you're almost done with school and you loved the school's fight club, I used my savings to get you a ticket to Japan. One of the neighbors told me that someone around Germany has decided to enter a competition known as, King of Iron Fist Tournament 6. I don't know what the prize is but I have hope that you can find info or something about your family. I don't have much time now, so please Hermes fulfill this old man's wish, find your real family and be happy."
The recording stopped playing, leaving Hermes alone in silence. She was stunned by the message that he left her and she felt like someone punched her stomach. The sorrow of losing the person that took care of her as his own, she wanted to cry but for some reason that tears won't come out. She sat on ground and stared her sleeping grandpa for an hour, hoping it was a horrible joke. Ten minutes later, she put the ticket in her pocket and kissed her grandfather's cheek one last time.
"I promise that I'll do my best just for you...grandfather." Hermes said in a serene tone.
"Hey, she's waking up." A stranger said out of nowhere.
"Grandpa..." Hermes muttered out and struggled to get sit up.
The group of people back to give her some space and she slowly up on her feet. It was eight minutes after the match and she had a feeling that she lost the fight. The bleach blonde boy was nowhere to be seen and the huge audience of people was gone. Only a few people stuck around to see if the competitor with scars was okay and breathing. Hermes brushed away the dirt off her light blue tee and grabbed her bag pack off the ground.
"Excuse me; do you know where the cheapest hotel is located at?" She asked a random stranger in a polite tone.
The stranger was a boy around her age with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His hair was short with bangs that covered his eyes. For some reason, Hermes became nervous because she felt that the guy was looking her scars. His appearance described him as a pretty boy from another country. This guy looked very familiar but Hermes couldn't put her finger on it, she wondered if this guy could speak in German or maybe even English.
"Can you speak in English?" She asked in a curious tone.
"Yes. I'm guessing you're not from around here." The boy answered lightly.
"Yeah, I'm from Germany and my Japanese is not that excellent. But anyways, can you tell me where I can find the nearest hotel?"
'Of all the rotten luck I have to go through, if this guy doesn't help me out then I'm screwed...' Hermes thought in grimace.
"I'm looking for a hotel as well; if you want we could walk together." He offered with a smile.
Hermes eyes sparkled with joy, "Really? That'll be great, thank you! My name is Hermes Peters, what's yours? "
"Leo Kliesen."
That's the end of the chapter; I do not own anything and please review.