A/N: I haven't been writing much, and yesterday, I watched UFC, and now, look at what I made. This isn't finish yet but this story is just a short one, maybe below ten chapters...or it depends if I can squeeze the story in ten chapters. The events feel fast but that's the feeling I want you to feel.
Enjoy reading and give any comments you want! ;D

Disclaimer: Tekken, Asuka nor Lili does not belong to me. If it did, I would totally make them canon. All of them belong to their respectful creators.

Red and Blood

Emilie is my name, but for a lot of reasons, I want to be called the White Dragon.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

Shiroi Ryuu means White Dragon in Japanese. Currently, I'm hiding myself in the urban, toxicated country of japan. Now, don't get me wrong about the word toxic, because if I were to judge, Japan is a very low polluted country. When I say toxic, I mean, dangerous. This country is home to the killing machines of the Martials arts world.

I train every day at this hidden junkyard, buried under the ruins of an abandoned bus terminal. This junkyard is full of sheet metals in the walls, its ceilings are taped tarpaulins and the floor is a dusty yellow ground. But it's very big, almost as big as the bus terminal above it, and the ceilings are very high, like three basketball rings topped together vertically.

No one in this world, except me, has an idea that this junkyard exists….and I want it to stay that way.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

Even when my headsets are playing the loudest music from my iPod, I could still hear the lavish screaming of my fans.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

Remember how I said that Japan is the home of killing machines? Well, I only said that so you can have an idea, as to how great I am.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

I left my IPod at my locker, and now, I'm in front of this meshed steel gate, two feet higher than my height of 6 ft. The fighting ring is octagonal, and the lights above point directly to the center of the ring-the place where I'll be standing once I win this battle, again.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

My fan's yell louder, making all the blood in my veins flow incessantly, I breathe in, and I smell sweat, the sweat from watching in a tight underground alley, the sweat from excitement, the sweat of my enemy from training. And I can also smell the rustic corrosion of the meshed steel gate, caused by the also strong smell of human blood. Yes, my fights in this ring don't stop unless one falls unconscious, even if blood comes out in every part possible for the human body to bleed. As I open my eyes, the gates in front of me rise above, and quickly I come in. I see my enemy, a girl, but of course, in my fights, there is only girl vs. girl.

This girl was smaller than me; she wore tight leotards with the color of lipstick. Her hair was all long, yellow and wavy, and her nails were polished with glittered manicure. It's such a waste how her efforts of trying to be beautiful will be ultimately crashed by me.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

Just like any fight in the ring, those yelling keep me motivated. My enemy tries to kick me, but that's useless, because I just dodged it with a high jump, and of course, I kicked her in the face for even trying to harm me. She releases a big punch to my face, but I dodge it as well, and let her taste what a true punch is. Her head hits the meshed wire, and just like always-it makes the crowd goes wild.

"Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu! Shiroi Ryuu!"

The beauty of the human voice is that, it's doesn't have a volume limit, or so I prefer to think. I have been hearing those yells perpetually, but there seems to be no limit to how louder they can sound. I squeezed my enemy in the neck, she struggles to let go but I kick her in the stomach. She goes coughing in the floor. How pathetic, she's just like all of them. They're too easy. They're all losers.

The girl holds on to my feet, she's pleading for a give up. This is the fifth time in two days, why are they always so easy to win over?

I raise my feet up and kick the girl, double times, and triple the force, causing her to fall on the floor, blood coming out from her nose and mouth. The light opens above me, and once again, I' am the victor, a winner to a loser's fight.

One, two, three, I have come to be bored of walking alone, so now I ended up with the hobby of counting every step I take. I'm going home now, and I'm thinking of going on a hiatus on fighting. I've won so much money now, that I can even live for a month without fighting, plus, my feet and hands sore from beating the pulp out of my enemies. I'm sure, all those petty girls would party in joy once they hear the news tomorrow that the White Dragon will be resting for some weeks.

But-here I' am, just after two days on deciding to have a week or more vacation, I'm back at my junk yard. I'm lying on the ground, not caring about the dirt and dust that's sticking to my sweaty back. I've been here since dawn, and I've done some push-ups, curl ups, jogging, and a lot of stretching. The sun seems to be shining high today, because the blue tarpaulins in the ceiling look lighter in shade.

This was another boring; nothing is going to happen day. These moments are the biggest catalyst in my regrets that I ever left home. If I stayed back in my house, I wouldn't be this bored, this alone. I'd have all the fake friends I want, and all the beautiful resorts and malls and parks. Yes, then I can get a decent job, something that doesn't need me to forcefully put people to sleep, or to gag their blood out. I would live in a comfy home and I would be resting right now in a soft, clean bed, with no sweat on me at all.

Maybe I should just go home…..

For a time, I just stared at the ceiling, and my mind must've been caught in a loop of thinking. I was surprised when the junkyard door fell to the ground in a loud crash. My body stands up as a stimuli reaction. I look around and try to see what caused the door to fall. A fast wind throws by me, I follow the direction of the wind, and there I saw a girl.

This girl was average in height; she had short crispy brown hair. She wore trousers that were too big on her, and she had no shirt, just a white dirty bandage that acted like her bra. She raised her head and I saw her face. It was beautiful. Yet it also looked strong. Her eyes were deep, serious and alluring. At the edge of her mouth, I could see tints of blood. The whole world seemed to stop at that time, everything was in mute, was in slow motion. The girl quickly stood up, as if she wasn't just thrown to the wall from the door. My eyes still followed her, she was running fast, but in my sight, it was like she was walking.

Sound and everything came back when I heard her scream, and walk on the wall. She walked until half of the wall, and then she jumps and kicks on this bald headed guy. Blood comes out of his mouth and squirts to the sole of this beautiful girl's boots. It was amazing, she was amazing…..I have never seen anyone walk on the wall, and yet she did it like it was the most normal thing. I was afraid of blood, and I still am, but she doesn't mind it. She kept on stepping at the guy's face, soaking her boots in red.

She started to yell again, directing it to the open wall where the door had fallen. There were more out there. I saw ten but the murmurs outside tell me that they're more. Maybe twenty? Thirty? Can she handle all that?

I examined the girl again, and this time, I noticed something I didn't notice a while ago. This girl was bleeding. The right side of her pants were beginning to soak in her blood, her eyes seemed swollen inward, and her skin color was getting pale. From my years of experience in combat arts, I know these are signs that she's near to falling. Her breathing is becoming irregular, her collar bones are getting stiff, and her veins are coming out. Three guys attack her at once, and she faces them like a lion roaring in anger, but before she could hit them, I already made the three fly back outside.

The girl looked at me. "You shouldn't" she said, and I know she was serious, but I couldn't just stand there or leave her be. I wanted to help her, I wanted to save her. I didn't answer her, afraid that the talk might lead us to get distracted. I decided to attack on my own; I went outside and took down all I can grab hold off. They were scattered everywhere, but they were all weak. One punch at the face and they go lying asleep in the ground. A kick sends them bleeding so much, and there are those stupid enough to hit their own ally.

I watch the girl by my peripheral sight; I can see her taking down the men as fast, if not faster than me. She was injured, she was tired, yet she's still this strong. Not more than five minutes, all of the men were bleeding and sleeping on the ground. I stared at the girl; still busy punching the hell out of one unlucky guy. She threw the guy to the ground and sat at the floor, Indian sitting and inhaling air.

I was wrong this isn't a boring day, this is an exciting day!

I can feel it, this girl; she's who I've been waiting for. If she's this awesome, if she's this terrific while injured and partly tired, what strength does she have in full health and training? It's impossible to imagine! I need to have her. I have to be closer to her. I want her.

I haven't mentioned this yet, but my exact residence in Japan is at this five storey apartment in Chiba, Japan. This five storey apartment is a very cheap residence complex, all the walls, whether exterior or interior are concrete, with no paint or any finish applied. My unit is at the third floor, a small studio type with a living room area, adjacent to it is the kitchen and at the middle of the room is the bed. My bed looks like those beds used in hospitals, since it's made of pure gray steel and my bed covers are all white.

Unlike the other days where I simply come home and lie down to sleep, for today, I have a patient with me. You see, against, this girl's will, I still dragged her to come with me. I don't care if this seems paranoid, but I don't want to lose this chance anymore. I don't know when I'll see her again if I don't take her in now. The girl is fast asleep at my back now, I could feel her warm blood at my back, and it's getting me worried.

I lie her down at my bed and pull her pants off. It looks like she was cut deep with a big knife. The depth of her wound and the blood that she's loosing is insane for someone who was still jumping and fighting this afternoon. "I have to clean it first" I verbally instruct myself. I have to admit that I feel very anxious about her wound, I'm actually trembling right now, but I have to stay calm or else I won't be able to clean her wound properly. I took a bucket of cold water with me and cotton cloth to damp on her wound. I bit my lips as I saw her wake up from the pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at making this feel less hurtful" I told the girl. She didn't seem to care about what I say; she just continued to twist her body in my bed. For the next minute I stayed quite while she coiled in pain. Her body twisting wasn't helping at all; it was making her blood come out faster. When half an hour has passed, I was done with cleaning her wound and the girl wasn't screaming anymore. I applied some fast cream medicine on her open wound, just to maintain it clean and virus free. After some breaking two hours, the girl was lying straight in my newly changed cover bed.

"I'm Emilie, by the way" I introduced myself while getting changed. I could feel her head shift to me, and her stare stayed at me, until I took all my clothes off.

"I'm Asuka" she said in Japanese.

Though, what did I expect? It was obvious that she looked like Japanese. Her eyes were striking but small. I put on my gray jogging pants and white t-shirt before facing back at her.

"Nice to meet you, Asuka." I said in Japanese. I've been living in Japan for a long time, enough to learn how to speak in their language.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked me, her eyes never leaving their sight on me.

"To cure you, in case you didn't notice, you're heavily wounded, Asuka."

"I can take care of myself" Her head shifts away from me. I watch her look above, straight to the ceiling.

"I believe that." I told her, and I meant it. "But, right now, you can't, and I….I want something from you."

Asuka chuckled. She looked back at me. "So, there's an exchange to your care for me? Actually, I want something from you too."

"It's not an exchange; please don't look at it that way. I truly care for you that's why I did this. What do you want from me?"

"What do you want from me?" Asuka stressed out.

"You can fight, No, you are a fighter. You can beat people up without any restraint…..I think, you can be like me."

"Like you how?"

I went to my cabinet at the end of the room and took out my fighting costume. I showed it to Asuka, it was a long white cloak with red linings that glimmered with golden glitters, partnered with it was a pair of white pants and a sleeveless white shirt.

"I'm an underworld fighter."

Asuka raised her eyebrows at me. "I should be resting now, right? Why am I being forced to join an underworld?"

"I'm not forcing you, but, ok, you can rest now."
Asuka nodded her head and faced straight to the ceiling again.

I went to the light switch and turned it off. For a few seconds I lied at the sofa at my living area, when suddenly I heard Asuka calling me.

"Emilie"

"Uhm?"

"You can sleep next to me"

I giggled quickly after hearing that. "We won't fit in that bed…and I might hit your wound." I didn't hear Asuka talk again, she must've given up. Honestly, I think she was just kidding me.

My body turned sideways without me doing it, and then I realized someone was pushing me to the end of the sofa. I looked at my right and saw Asuka, carrying my pillow from the bed.

"Excuse me" She said, continuing to push me aside. I didn't know what to do anymore so I just squeezed myself at the end of my sofa. Asuka lied next to me.

"You have got to be kidding me" I said aloud, giggling with my hand on my forehead.

"I haven't told you what I want from you" Asuka said. I can't make out where she's looking right now; it was too dark in the room. I didn't say anything; I was to let her say what she wanted.

I felt her move her body, but I don't know where she's moving it, not until I felt her breast on my biceps and her arms on my stomach. She was kind of, embracing herself to me.

"uhhh, what are you doing?" I began to ask in frenzy.

I felt her move again. My mind was yelling for me to counter move her, but where exactly is she moving? Dammit this closed lights. Wait, I can feel breathing above me-she's above me now, she's looking down at me, what is she planning to do?

Something touched my cheeks, and the next moment, I felt my head rise up, and even without seeing it, I know my lips were touching her lips. My whole head moves away from her face, I put all my strength in throwing her down from me. My feet jump out of the sofa and run to the light switch.

I opened the lights and saw Asuka in a thrown down position at the floor, but she didn't looked hurt, just surprised.

"Why? It's your first kiss?" Asuka said with a sly smile.
I was palpitating like crazy; I brush my fingers to my lips and bit my lips while looking all screwed up at this crazy head. "I'm more concerned about the reason why you did that."

Asuka's sly smile turned into something-warmer? She looked serious at me and scratched her head while standing up. "I want you." She proclaimed.

"What?" I shouted internally and externally.

"I like you." She said while tilting her head in a cocky way. "If you want me to be an underworld fighter, you have to give me what I want. I want you."

I shaked my head, violently like a person losing her sanity. "I' am not going to do that! If you don't want to be an underworld fighter, then don't'!" My eyes were closed while screaming; I didn't see Asuka approaching me. My back slams the front door; my hands are pinned hardly by Asuka's hands.

"Ok, can I just be with you then? I need somewhere to hide."

"I don't want to get involved with you…..those guys we fighted this afternoon, I'm sure more of them are after you."

Asuka's head was coming closer to mine. "Well, didn't you say you cared for me? Would you just really leave me be?"

"My perception on you changed the moment that you kissed me."

Asuka smiled conceitedly. "So, another kiss might change that perception again."

My eyes widened and before I can say anything more, she was kissing me again. It was slow at first, but I think I was beginning to calm down, so she kissed me harder, my head was pressed against the laminated wood door. When she stopped, I felt my lips shaking; I had the weird feeling that she cut the action midway, leaving me a tinge of wanting to have more.

"Emilie, I love you" Asuka said with fierce look in my eyes.

"That's impossible" I dismiss her. It was practical to say, even if she was into girls, no one could fall in love that fast.

Asuka didn't say anything more, but she did look sad. She let go of me, and took the pillow from the sofa. She lay on the floor next to my sofa.

"Let's go to sleep" Asuka said. "Turn off the lights; I won't do anything to you anymore."

"Why are you at the floor?" I asked her, while my fingers were waiting to push on the light switch.

"I'll be an underworld fighter. I will do it because I want you to like me back. I can't sleep with you if you don't like me, so I'll sleep wherever is closest to you. I love you, and I'm serious—I'll make you love me too."

I don't really know how someone like her just popped out into my life. I don't even feel like believing her. She sounds serious, but everything she says just sounds absurd. She looks like this person who doesn't give a damn about things, and yet, she was speaking like a dedicated person. She feels so distant to me, but at the same time, it's like I know who she really is.

I lay back at my sofa in the dark. I can sense Asuka at the floor, she was still awake, but she is slowly falling asleep. Did she really mean what she said? Am I just really going to let her do it? Am I really going to fall in love with her?

"Asuka"

She doesn't answer, she must be asleep now.

"My perception of you did change again." I admit it with a heavy heart.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I'm back at the underworld.

"Emilie, I thought you said you wanted to have a break?" Mr. Kazuya asked me, he is the founder of the underworld. He's a tough man, a tall and vicious looking guy. His hair is always sprayed up, and his eyebrows are thick and long. He has a scar on his face that runs from left to right of his cheeks. He likes wearing suits while judging the battle, and he isn't one to cheer. He just watches calmly with his one foot above the other, smiling now and then.

"I give up; I didn't have anything better to do." I said with a fake smile. The truth is, I'm here because I don't want to be alone in my house with Asuka. But, she is with me right now.

Mr. Kazuya laughs. I always found his laugh to be evilly twisted like a villains. "Is that so? Well, nice to have our dragon back and who is this?" His index points out to Asuka.

"She's a…." I was about to say a new fighter but I couldn't continue when my head recalled what she said last night. There's an exchange for her to join.

"I want to join as a new fighter" Asuka said it herself, stepping in front of me and personally talking with Mr. Kazuya. My mind has gone blank at this time, I'm not able to decipher anything of their conversation, the next thing I know, I was in the locker room.

Metal clanging was so loud inside the locker room; the fighters would just smash and slam their locker doors. Their bags were everywhere in the floor, and clothes reeked the place in bad odor. Asuka was putting on her boots, blood still stained at the soles. I watched her without a word, until I felt a hand rest above my shoulder.

"Shiroi Ryuu, are you going to fight today?" A girl asked me. This girl was Leo. She's a beautiful girl, energetic and strong. She was one of the few that I had a hard time fighting in the ring. A worthy enemy, as I might declare. She was wearing jeans and a red long sleeve shirt; clearly, she isn't here to join a fight.

"No, I'm just here to watch, you too?" Leo smiled and nodded her head.

"I'm ready to go" Asuka took my attention, standing up behind me. Leo noticed her and looked at me.

"Who's she?"

"She's Asuka….she's my-" I had to think deep on what she really is to me.

"Girlfriend." Asuka cut through my words.

"Girlfriend, that's right….wait NO!" I made eye contact with Asuka, but it was useless. She gave me that serious gaze again, how can I fight something that felt so dominating like that?

"So, are you? Or are you not?" Leo asked, seeming neither unsurprised nor undisturbed.

I look back and forth at her and Asuka. Leo looked cool about it, Asuka seemed like she was going to do something bad if I try to turn the tables.

"Yes, she is." I just lied. Leo said its fine with her, while Asuka gave a smirk. Seriously, I'm beginning to think like my life is falling to pieces. I'm the strongest fighter here, I'm scared by many, yet I can't win over this cocky girl. Maybe, it was wrong that I saved her.

A few minutes later and I'm at the front row of the underworld fight show. Sitting at my left is Mr. Kazuya and at my right is Leo. People in the crowd could recognize me, so they shouted my alias again, which must sound insulting to the fighters who are currently beating each other up in the ring.

Asuka is going to fight in the next battle, I don't know who her enemy would be but I wish it was someone strong. I'm not wishing for Asuka to get hurt-even if she constantly does things to me that make me wish for it, but I want to see her abilities. What are her strengths? What are her weaknesses?

Leo was beginning to yell while swishing her hands in the air. I look back at the ring and notice that one of the fighters has fallen asleep now. Leo stands up from her seat when the light opens above the victor, she claps and yells loudly until the winner leaves the ring and the steel gates are relocked. There is a two minute interval between fights. This interval time is used to clean the blood that are inevitably squirted everywhere in the ring. The name of the next fighters will appear at a big score board above the ring, a minute before the start of the battle.

I was tapping my feet in excitement, who will Asuka fight? I said over and over. The tune of the board score never sounded beautiful to me, until this day. When I heard the awful slashing sound of the score board, my head immediately looks up, and there I saw that my request has been granted.

"It's Gretchel 5" Leo read it aloud before looking worried at me.

"Yeah, this is going to be awesome!" I said, as it was the first thing in my mind.

"Emilie, aren't you worried about your girlfriend? She's going to fight Gretchel5!"

If only I can tell Leo not to call Asuka my girlfriend….. "Yeah, so what? Asuka can handle that, I mean, my girlfriend is a killer machine." But there I go, calling her that myself.

Claps fill up the room by this time, and the crowd starts to shout a new name.

"G5! G5! G5!"

G5 is the alias given to Gretchel5, a woman who was caught in a bomb accident and in order to survive, the right part of her body was surgically replaced with robotic parts. Gretchel5 is an android, and no one has ever made her unconscious, except yours truly. I remember that winning a fight with her was the start of my glory as the white dragon. I kicked her android leg until I was able to jam the metal, and pull on her system wires, causing her to malfunction and sleep. That fight took 8 minutes, the longest fight I've had in the ring, so far. I can say that if Asuka loses this fight, it won't affect her future chances, since everyone knows that Gretchel5 is a hard one to win over, but, if Asuka wins this fight….I might as well say goodbye to being the best underworld fighter.

Asuka was standing at the side of her gate to the right; she looked all calmed and confident. I wonder if that expression would be different if she knew what she was up against. The gates open and Asuka walks up the ring. Gretchel5 appears at the left side, showing off her newly shined metals. People kept screaming for Gretchel5 and amidst those cheering, they asked who the other girl was. They knew she was Asuka, because it's written on the score board, but the name Asuka is a nobody in the underworld, so perhaps, I can leave Asuka the chance for these people to know who she is.

Gretchel5 comes close to Asuka, who was motionless at the center of the ring. She shifted her head and looked at me; Leo saw this and teased me.

"Ohh, she's getting some inspiration"

"Shut up" I tell Leo quietly. I stare back at Asuka, she smiled at me.

What is with this girl? I thought she was afraid, but now, I think she's just really, really overconfident.

Gretchel5 is a tall android, standing at 6 and a half ft. She also has a muscular body, making her look very big. When she stood up straight in front of Asuka, the latter's height only reached her neck. Asuka is a small girl, and when she was standing so lazily like she is now, she looked even smaller.

"What is this? How did I end up fighting a pipsqueak?" Gretchel5 said with a big laugh and everyone else in the crowd laughed, but I didn't. I could see Asuka's eyes were serious now, and she looked pissed at the insult she just received.

"How are you going to fight me little girl? With a toy gun?" Gretchel5 continued to insult Asuka and without a warning, Asuka punched her a powerful uppercut. She didn't even move any part of her body but her right arm, but that single blow made Gretchel5 fly up in the air, and floated there for a time before falling violently on the ring. Asuka's body shaked as the ring shaked to the impact of the fall. The whole audience was quite. My hand freezed below my chin and I was dumbfounded. Mr. Kazuya stood up and looked affected by a fight for the first time.

The clamors come back, and this time, they were yelling "Asuka"

"Amazing! Unbelievable!" Mr. Kazuya showered Asuka with praises.

"Wow, Emilie, just where did you get your girlfriend?" Leo asked me, overwhelmed and clapping in standing ovation.

I looked at Leo and then I looked back at Asuka, she went down the ring without even acknowledging the claps for her. She beat me. She beat my best records, a while ago I was the fastest fighter, finishing my fastest fight in a minute, but she finished hers in less than 20 seconds. A while ago, I was the only fighter that Mr. Kazuya praised, now, it's like she's the best in his eyes. Worst of all, it's like nothing of these matter to her.

The worst lost is when you lose to someone who doesn't even dream of winning.

9pm, I was back at my house, sitting at the sofa with Asuka beside me. As I thought, she doesn't give a penny to what success she just achieved. When I went down to the locker room she just embraced me in front of everyone. I embraced her back because let's face it, I'm hers now.

Although I still don't know what that means….she hardly talks about it, and I don't want to talk about it, besides, what's the bad that could happen?

"Emilie" I come back to my senses as Asuka called my name. When I faced my right, Asuka was already facing me; her head was so close to mine. I knew exactly what this meant, so I didn't move anymore. She reached for my head and slid her hands on my long blonde hair; she squeezed my ears and slowly leaned forward to kiss me.

My palpitations were now occurring at the same time of the kiss. It feels warmer and warmer and I can feel the pull of it. My eyes are closed and my hands were hugging her waist, this felt like a real kiss compared to the one we had last night. But, I still have some uncomfortable edges in my feelings. When it felt like the kiss was beginning to deepen, I pulled away. Asuka realized my slow stop of replying her kisses, one last touch of the lips and she pulls away herself.

The night envelops the end of that day. Tomorrow, Asuka plans to buy a bigger bed with the money she won. So, it only means one thing… this is the last day that I'm sleeping in the sofa and Asuka on the floor.