"Enter as the Dragon"
Well, here is a Tekken fic and oh yeh. ...
Disclaimer: If I owned Tekken, Lee would be tied up in my room right now.. .. *sighs*
A Disclaimer (involving the quality of this fic.): I don't know why I wrote this, I just did. It's just some prologues. *shrugs*
Read only if you promise to *NOT* throw trash at me when you're done. Read and Review! ^ , ^V.
Kazuya: I'm not making any promises.. .
Murasaki: O . O
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"Prologue # 1"
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Forest Law had to get outside.
He needed an escape from the crowded resturant.
,
,
,
,
,
Well, mostly to escape the smell of the food he had just burnt.
There really weren't alot of people in Marshall China today. It appeared the competitor was winning again. But that's another story.
Back to the lump of black and brown stuff on the stove. Which wouldn't even be there if his mind hadn't been floating around in la-la land.
"Uh, Dad, can I take a break?" Forest asked as he finally broke the staring match he had been having with what had once been a nice piece of chicken.
"Fine. Five minutes. Make sure you come back on time for once!" Marshall replies while trying to balance a stack of plates on his arm.
However, the older Law never made it to the sink... ..
CRASH!!! was all Forest heard as he made his hasty exit. Scratch that.
He aslo heard a "And don't get lost!" from inside.
Shaking his head in disbelief at that last comment, he made his way into the nearest phone booth. After closing the door behind, him he began to search himself for some lose change. With a slight sigh of relief he produced the change needed from his pocket.
Now, with the money placed in he began to dail a number.
"Pick up the phone. Pick up the phone," he chanted as he heard the ringing on the other end. When the ringing stopped, his chanthing ended.
"Hello?" the sound of a soft female voice reached Forest's ears.
"Phoenix?" came the short-breathed reply.
"Hi Forest!" said the girl on the other end, with perk.
". ..So. ..what're you doing?"
"Reading. ..." this was said with a slight drawl.
"Oh."
"...a letter I got from my cousin." the sentence was completed now.
"The one in Hong Kong?" Forest presumed.
"Yeah!," Phoenix answered. She was a bit suprised that Forest even listened to her previous rants about her distant cousin. " Guess what, Snugglebunny?"
The air of unusual sweetness in his girlfriend's voice made him un-easy. This was never good. She was going to manipulate him.. ..somehow, someway.
"What?" Forest asked, trying his best not to sound afraid. He seriously believed that she could smell fear.
"There's gonna to be a Tournament!" came the hyper reply.
"Oh," Forest was a bit detached. He and tournaments of any kind didn't mix well. His father wouldn't even let him enter a stupid bowling tournament! But alas, that's another story. ...
Phoenix, always perceptive beneath her mask of kawaii, noticed this change in the atmosphere. She couldn't help but let a smile curve up her face.
". ....Soooo. .. .after careful consideration, I've decided to enter! Isn't that great sweetie? Aren't you happy for me?" she was struggling not to burst into a fit of giggles on the phone.
The was a long pause. And then finally. .. .
"You're what?!!" was Forest's reply. He knew exactly what tournament she was planning to enter. She was planning to enter The King of Iron Fist Tournament!
'What's wrong with her head?' Forest was snapped out of this thought (which he had many times before.) by her next comment.
"You heard me Mr. Law, I'm entering the King of IronFist Tournament. I didn't even tell my parents," was the proud reply.
"You what?!" to Phoenix, that reply was predictable. Phoenix knew of his past exprience with tournaments, or rather, the aftermath of the tournament. It seemed now that the poor kid had a phobia of any kind of competition.
"You can't do that, you're just a little girl, you don't know anything about. ...." Forest's indignant rant was cut off by a knock on the glass.
Looking toward the direction of the sound, Forest realized his worst fear.
"Oh God. .." was his reaction.
"What's wrong, Hugglebear?" Phoenix's sugar-sweet concern masked the growing laughter within her. She knew exactly what was so very wrong. ..
"I'll. . ...I'll call you back," he placed the phone on the hook with absence of mind.
"Ready to unleash the dragon?" was Paul's only question.
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Murasaki: What will become of Forest? What will become of Phoenix? What will become of the other Phoenix?
. ..Well I don't really know yet. ...
Kazuya: Why wasn't I in this 'story'
Murasaki:. ..*meekly* I dunno. ..
Kazuya: forget it, I"m too good for your 'story' *walks off*
Jin: Thanks, that's all we need, another Ling Xiaoyu.
Murasaki: She's Forest's girl!
Paul: Hey Law, he's tyring to make a move on your girl. Law? *looks around*
Phoenix: He ran off. ..AGAIN...
Murasaki: O . O ...yeh well review and stuff... *pelted with random piece of rotten produce*
Kazuya: *heh. .*
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Well, here is a Tekken fic and oh yeh. ...
Disclaimer: If I owned Tekken, Lee would be tied up in my room right now.. .. *sighs*
A Disclaimer (involving the quality of this fic.): I don't know why I wrote this, I just did. It's just some prologues. *shrugs*
Read only if you promise to *NOT* throw trash at me when you're done. Read and Review! ^ , ^V.
Kazuya: I'm not making any promises.. .
Murasaki: O . O
______________________________________________________________________________________
"Prologue # 1"
____________
Forest Law had to get outside.
He needed an escape from the crowded resturant.
,
,
,
,
,
Well, mostly to escape the smell of the food he had just burnt.
There really weren't alot of people in Marshall China today. It appeared the competitor was winning again. But that's another story.
Back to the lump of black and brown stuff on the stove. Which wouldn't even be there if his mind hadn't been floating around in la-la land.
"Uh, Dad, can I take a break?" Forest asked as he finally broke the staring match he had been having with what had once been a nice piece of chicken.
"Fine. Five minutes. Make sure you come back on time for once!" Marshall replies while trying to balance a stack of plates on his arm.
However, the older Law never made it to the sink... ..
CRASH!!! was all Forest heard as he made his hasty exit. Scratch that.
He aslo heard a "And don't get lost!" from inside.
Shaking his head in disbelief at that last comment, he made his way into the nearest phone booth. After closing the door behind, him he began to search himself for some lose change. With a slight sigh of relief he produced the change needed from his pocket.
Now, with the money placed in he began to dail a number.
"Pick up the phone. Pick up the phone," he chanted as he heard the ringing on the other end. When the ringing stopped, his chanthing ended.
"Hello?" the sound of a soft female voice reached Forest's ears.
"Phoenix?" came the short-breathed reply.
"Hi Forest!" said the girl on the other end, with perk.
". ..So. ..what're you doing?"
"Reading. ..." this was said with a slight drawl.
"Oh."
"...a letter I got from my cousin." the sentence was completed now.
"The one in Hong Kong?" Forest presumed.
"Yeah!," Phoenix answered. She was a bit suprised that Forest even listened to her previous rants about her distant cousin. " Guess what, Snugglebunny?"
The air of unusual sweetness in his girlfriend's voice made him un-easy. This was never good. She was going to manipulate him.. ..somehow, someway.
"What?" Forest asked, trying his best not to sound afraid. He seriously believed that she could smell fear.
"There's gonna to be a Tournament!" came the hyper reply.
"Oh," Forest was a bit detached. He and tournaments of any kind didn't mix well. His father wouldn't even let him enter a stupid bowling tournament! But alas, that's another story. ...
Phoenix, always perceptive beneath her mask of kawaii, noticed this change in the atmosphere. She couldn't help but let a smile curve up her face.
". ....Soooo. .. .after careful consideration, I've decided to enter! Isn't that great sweetie? Aren't you happy for me?" she was struggling not to burst into a fit of giggles on the phone.
The was a long pause. And then finally. .. .
"You're what?!!" was Forest's reply. He knew exactly what tournament she was planning to enter. She was planning to enter The King of Iron Fist Tournament!
'What's wrong with her head?' Forest was snapped out of this thought (which he had many times before.) by her next comment.
"You heard me Mr. Law, I'm entering the King of IronFist Tournament. I didn't even tell my parents," was the proud reply.
"You what?!" to Phoenix, that reply was predictable. Phoenix knew of his past exprience with tournaments, or rather, the aftermath of the tournament. It seemed now that the poor kid had a phobia of any kind of competition.
"You can't do that, you're just a little girl, you don't know anything about. ...." Forest's indignant rant was cut off by a knock on the glass.
Looking toward the direction of the sound, Forest realized his worst fear.
"Oh God. .." was his reaction.
"What's wrong, Hugglebear?" Phoenix's sugar-sweet concern masked the growing laughter within her. She knew exactly what was so very wrong. ..
"I'll. . ...I'll call you back," he placed the phone on the hook with absence of mind.
"Ready to unleash the dragon?" was Paul's only question.
______________________________________________________________________________________
Murasaki: What will become of Forest? What will become of Phoenix? What will become of the other Phoenix?
. ..Well I don't really know yet. ...
Kazuya: Why wasn't I in this 'story'
Murasaki:. ..*meekly* I dunno. ..
Kazuya: forget it, I"m too good for your 'story' *walks off*
Jin: Thanks, that's all we need, another Ling Xiaoyu.
Murasaki: She's Forest's girl!
Paul: Hey Law, he's tyring to make a move on your girl. Law? *looks around*
Phoenix: He ran off. ..AGAIN...
Murasaki: O . O ...yeh well review and stuff... *pelted with random piece of rotten produce*
Kazuya: *heh. .*
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