A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a fanfiction with Tekken characters in Yuri/Shoujo-Ai. I originally intended to write this story as a one-shot, but I got a little keyboard-crazy. Also, I had problems in adding characters in the entry because Josie Rizal and Lucky Chloe weren't available in 's list in the Tekken category. The first two chapters in this universe tells about how Josie and Chloe started out before joinin Tekken tournaments. The third one...well... That's the "naughty 'n rough" part (wink!). I really hope you enjoy reading. This was a real challenge since I had to adapt LC's Japanese culture and anime references. Please comment so I can improve my writing. THANKS!
"Pass me another magazine!" I shouted to my partner.
"You're kidding me, right?!" she replied furiously as she continues aiming and shooting her M1A rifle from behind our escape van. I knew it was my fault. It wasn't about me asking. It was about how I went on with this heist. "You do realize-these people are-gonna put bullets IN OUR HEADS-A LOT EASIER IF WE STOP SHOOTING THE HECK OUT OF THEM NOW!" she lectured between each gunfire then gritted her teeth at the last part.
"Geez, Josie-chan. I was only asking for help," I reasoned. "And besides," saying it with much confidence while struggling to put bullets in the magazine, "you know it's too much work to reload rounds with my pink kitty paws." Big mistake. Josie-chan looked at me with even more violence in her eyes. She was like that for three seconds until a spark from a gunshot got us ducking down. The black car kept chasing us, trying to catch a chance to pit maneuvers us. In a moment of stupidly late realization I grabbed an M16 under Josie-chan's crotch, stuck my head out and fired non-stop while shouting at the top of my lungs.
I destroyed as much of the black car as possible until I shattered the windshield and everything else, not noticing how much the buttons in my kitty paws hurt my finger as I held on to the trigger. A few more seconds of my cute but annoying screech (yes, I know, don't worry) tracing the pavement, the enemy swerved out of the road and crashed to a tree. "Guess what?!" I spat, "You just lost to Luckyyyyyy Chlo—Ah!" My partner pulled me back inside.
"You girls okay back there?" a mid-pitched male voice asked.
"Still hanging, JJ." Josie breathed. "Just keep driving." JJ Sourberry has been our get-away guy since we got our job for the last three months. Until now, we still have doubts whether that really is his real name, or whether he really works for the same employer as we do. It doesn't really bother us, though. We accomplish all our heists all the time because of him 100%... Well, maybe 98% because of how much mess I make.
"Josie-chan! Josie-chan! Did you see that?" I called her attention like a ten-year-old. "I did good this time, right? I took down those brutes on my own!" She took another long look at me…and somehow, I found it…hot.
"No! You didn't!" she snapped then crossed her arms. I lost my smile and pleadingly asked why. "Because the plan was to steal the research from the heavily guarded safe, which I took the guards down alone by the way, then get the fuck out of that company WITHOUT OUR COVER BEING BLOWN!" she gripped my arms tightly. I felt my face becoming hot and my heart started to beat faster. I can't remember what she's scolding me for, her lips were so close to mine. The pressure was so intense I had to look down, but then I saw her cleavage. I squinted my eyes and pursed my lips from shyness. "—so maybe then we wouldn't have shot anyone. Hey!" Josie-chan shook me, "are you even listening?"
"H-how is this my fault?!" I retorted. "Well," she cleared her throat and then I knew I was in so much trouble "maybe we wouldn't have an army of company dogs trying to kill us if you waited until we got out of that building before you put on your cat's tail, kitty paws, and your nekomimi fucking cat ears! I mean, I was fine with the tutu but everything else? You were an eyesore lurking around a billion-dollar project." My eyes searched around, trying to find an excuse. "T-that eyesore could've been you, you know. Look at your shiny yellow top," I pretended to have a good defense, "the sleeves have too much space!"
"I was wearing this when I got in," Josie-chan pointed to the direction of the building, "do you really think it was me?" I tilted my head down a little, pouted and puffed my cheeks a little in defeat. "Yeah," I whispered. "What?!" Josie-chan was surprised.
"Um, girls? I think there's trouble again." JJ interrupted as he drove faster. We heard a shower of gunshots again, tailing us. The run was so rough the van must've been out of the road now. Josie and I staggered and she fell on top of me.
"Oh, Josie-chan. I knew you still love me," I said dreamily. She seemed just as embarrassed as I am but it was hard to tell because of her dark complexion and I can't see any signs of flushing.
"Shut up," she replied calmly this time. "When this is all over, I swear your English accent isn't the only one that's going to be broken." And the chase continued a little more.
"I never planned it to go this far," I thought to myself as I sat down on a bed in the middle of a cheaply arranged hotel room, tired. I looked at the clock as it struck midnight. Why did it have to be now? I mean, I've always been into guys, but Josie? She's a different girl. It was like there was something about her that I have always looked up to in someone. Should I tell her? I let my back and arms fall down on the bed out of frustration. It's not that I'm not okay with being bisexual (believe me, being a Japanese culture freak does stuff to you) it's just that our work is too dangerous and Josie-chan doesn't appear like the type of person who would take kindly to this stuff. I took off my pink cat bolero jacket.
We first met in the black market three months ago. It was a global organization that steals information from giant firms that lead mass production of weapons intended for an apocalyptic warfare in the future. Of course, these firms were secretly operating out of the public's sight. I applied because the organization was stationed in Tokyo, Japan (Yay!), plus it is really my dream to become an idol. Also, I'm pretty broke at the time. Other than that, I'm not telling you anything else about me. The organization assigned me and Josie-chan as partners because they said they were running out of agents alive, running around with their heist on their own. It was quite funny seeing Josie-chan complain about this. She said she wasn't sure of the way I look and dress up that it might mess up her assignments (sadly, she was a right) but there was nothing she could've done.
That didn't matter, anyway. As weeks went by, I got to know her better and we were the perfect combination for every job. I was the cute mascot, and she was the boorish, nervous, cry-baby tomboy. After our first month, we were the top agents in the circulation. Josie-chan became my "girl-friend" and I'd treat her like how those friends in shoujo manga and anime would get close together; holding hands, hugging, kissing on the cheeks, eating parfaits in the torture chamber (we weren't allowed to go out much), sleeping together in bed and so much more.
Since then, I never noticed that I was already sending her signals of my feelings but none of it seemed to get through. Maybe it was my broken English? Well, it can't be helped. It's hard to bust through that bust with her thick bustline.
Josie-chan popped her head carefully out of the bathroom door and asked me to hand her the towels. I sluggishly got up and took the towels. Before I gave it to her, I teased her a little. I playfully took a quick peek further inside the door.
"What are you hiding in there?"
"Hey, don't!" she complained and took a pulled herself back, "I'm naked!"
"How naked?"
"So naked, if you come any closer I'd elbow your face."
"Hai, Josie-chan." I chuckled and gave her the towels. She swiped it off my fingers and slammed the door. So cute! I sat back down to the bed and MOE over her and asked, "why won't she just be with me?" Then I realized that maybe it's because of her reason for even joining this organization.
After one of our heists in the past, Josie-chan told me that their community in the Philippines was devastated by a strong typhoon. She and her parents lost their home. Her career as a kick-boxer and a model was not enough to recover from the damage. Josie-chan said she wants to help people because of some private army that helped their country during those times. She looked up at that army so much that she wanted to be a part of it. There was still no progress, Josie says, because it turned to a faint memory through the years.
Maybe Josie-chan just brushes off my signals because she's driven by a dream to help other people and herself, fueled by the shared experiences from others who feel helpless in time of need. So, she said she took the illegal contracting job with me so she can earn enough money to help her parents and find the army who gave them aid. She was so serious about this she doesn't even bother asking stuff about me.
Josie came out of the bathroom. I tried something to test her.
"Rizal-san?" I called.
"Yeah?" she asked, sitting in front of the mirror drying her hair.
"Do you ever feel guilty because of what we do?"
"Not even a bit. Why?"
"We're stealing other people's hard work. They must've spent so much time and effort in making the plans and we're just taking it from them."
"Look," she sighed and gave me a stern look, "if we let these people go on with their destructive plans, they're going to destroy everyone else. We're helping people, Chloe! Can't you see that?"
"Oh," I breathed.
"Look at that corporation…what's the name? Mi- Mi- Mijima?"
"Mishima," I corrected.
"Yeah, that," Josie-chan shrugged, "that damned family corporation's a big mess it's like they have an army of their own! They need to be stopped unless you want their psychotic bloodlust running the world."
A short silence followed. I wanted to change the mood quick.
"Speaking of mess," I said with much energy, "Josie-chan, why is your hair always such a bird's nest?"
"No, it's not," she retorted. "it's called 'style' not like your twin tails. They look like a trip to the playground."
"Brown Hag!" I replied already seeing this turn to a kids' quarrel.
"Attention whore."
"Bitch!"
"Hatsune Miku rip-off."
"Insensitive person!" clearly, I was losing this battle.
"Barbie-slut!" Okay, that one really cut deep. I kept shut for a moment then I found the perfect word to throw at her.
"…TITMONSTER!"
Josie-chan did a big, long gasp, faced me and stormed my direction. She grabbed my untied hair hard and pulled in different directions. She kept cussing at me as I screamed my apologies. We rolled and rolled and rolled on the bed. I wanted to grab her hair, too but I was only able to tug at her towel covering her body and I pulled it off her. Josie-chan shrieked and took the towel back quickly to cover herself. She got off me and we're out of breath.
"See?" while I gasped for air, "you're a real titmonster." Finally, I got to see her red face!
"Uh- hey- At least I have breasts!" she shouted back.
I stopped. That was a hard slap to my girlhood. My jaw was shaking, and my vision clouded. I balled up my fists and brought them to my eyes as I burst to tears.
"Oh, shoot!" Josie-chan approached me and gave me a big hug. "That was really mean. I'm sorry." I continued pretending to cry as I grinned below her chin. OH MY GOD! She's pressing my cheek against her left breast! I'm such a pervert. Victory is mine…but it's not going to last long. We heard the floorboards outside the door creaking sneakily as if someone was outside but did not want to anyone to know he was there.
"Chloe, give me the gun!" she whispered. I opened her gym bag as silent as possible and swiftly gave the gun to her. I couldn't miss out on this action so I looked for a weapon but remembered JJ has it with him in his room downstairs. This is what I get for making him carry my bag. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed what I can, got into position and waited for Josie to open the door. We can see a shadow moving beneath the thin opening at the entrance.
"Why the hell do you have a rolling pin?" Josie-chan huffed, annoyed.
"JJ has my guns!" I yelled silently.
"You could've picked a knife or something! What are you gonna do, 'flatten' him to death?"
"Stop making fun of me!"
"Hush!" We readied our weapons and my partner swung the door and we aimed our weapons at the suspicious character.
"Ah! Please don't kill me!" a handsome bellboy shockingly begged.
After I checked he was unarmed I grabbed his uniform, dragged him inside our room and pressed him against the wall. "Alright, cutie! What are you sneaking around our suite for?" I interrogated while pointing my rolling pin at him. "Take care of him, LC. I'm getting dressed." Josie went back in the bathroom. I went back to the bellboy's hot, scared-to-death face.
"I- I- I swear I wasn't sneaking around! I was sent here to deliver letters for you." he responded with nervous sweat on his face.
"Letters?"
"Y-Yeah. One for Ms. Lucky Chloe and one for Ms. Josie Rizal." He reached for the pockets inside his uniform and gave me two envelopes. I scanned it a little and when the bellboy tried to escape, Josie-chan punched the wall and blocked him.
"You're not leaving until you tell us who asked you to bring this to us." Josie looked mad, but I know she's actually nervous.
"I don't know who he was! Just another man with a black suit and tie!"
"Alright, get outta here." The bellboy took the chance and ran as fast as he can. We opened our envelopes, read it and asked each other what we received. It was two invitations for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 7. The reward for winning the tournament was an astounding amount of money I didn't even think such a fight competition existed. My eyes met Josie-chan's gaze and I knew although she's not reacting, she was very hyped by this. I knew this would reduce the time she needed to earn that money and go back home. And, I also knew that if she did have a chance of winning, I'm never going to see her again.
"I'm going to Mishima Zaibatsu first thing tomorrow." Josie-chan rushed to the closet, gathered all her clothes and put as much back in her bag.
"But, Josie-chan, our contracts—"
"—Will expire in a few days." she finished my sentence. "It won't matter anymore, Chloe. I'm not renewing my contract. This is my chance!"
"Does Sourberry-san know about this?"
"He doesn't have to. He's not our employer. And even if he found out, I don't care. We can't finish our current mission in another two days because we have to lay low. Frankly, I really think our services are worth more than what that organization is paying us. If you want to join me, that's fine…" There was a long silence before she continued "…And don't you want to be the most famous idol fighter in Japan? Or in the world?! You'll be bigger than those cheap idol groups."
It's true that it still sparked a bit of inspiration for my dreams, so I pretended to join the tournament for that reason. I sneaked in Sourberry-san's room to get my weapons by picking the locked door, packed my stuff and went to sleep beside the big sister I never had but always loved… If she's winning this, I'll have to spend as much time with her as I can…before she's gone.