Disclaimer: I do not own the Tekken or Mario brothers characters.
However, I did sort of create Brian and Princess Violet.
Author's note: Welcome to my first fanfic. It is a mix of Tekken and Mario elements. In order to enjoy this story you must forget everything you know about Tekken. Please review.
Introduction: I am Princess Violet, Peach's younger sister. At least, that is what I am called in my home. In the Tekken complex I am called Suki Jung, although most fighters refer to me as the Little Dragon. It is very hard for me to share the story I am about to tell you because it affected my life in a way that nothing else has. However, if you feel you must hear the story it is still fresh in my mind.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
While on my way to the Tekken complex I couldn't help but think that the night somehow seemed darker than usual. It was a strange thought, considering the stars were out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
"How many miles to the complex?" I asked the cab driver, a well- composed man in his late twenties.
"About fifteen, miss."
The time was about 9 PM when we arrived. I thanked the driver and paid when he dropped me off at the front gate. Then I walked up the stone path to the gigantic wooden front doors. They were carved with beautiful images of dragons and warriors. I raised the huge stone knocker and let it fall.
"Who wishes to enter the place where warriors are born?" the doorman asked in a booming voice.
"It is I, Suki Jung, The Little Dragon."
"You may enter. Heihachi is expecting you."
Heihachi Mishima is the head of the Tekken complex. I have trained with him for almost ten years now. During this time he has become my trainer, my mentor, and my friend.
The door opened to a dimly lit training room. The short, dark doorman led me up two flights of stairs and into a long hallway.
"First door on your left," he said then quietly slipped away. I went to the door and softly tapped it. "Who wished to enter the study of the master?" a gruff voice asked.
"It is I, Suki Jung, the little dragon," I replied.
"Come in, come in, we have much to discuss."
I opened the door and was surprised to see not only Heihachi, but also an incredibly handsome man about my age sitting on the other side of the instructor's desk. The man had curly, short brown hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen.
Heihachi motioned to a chair next to the stranger and I sat.
"This is Brian McKinley," Heihachi said,"he is interested in having someone train him in the Mishima fighting style. I would gladly help him except for the fact that there is a perfectly good trainer sitting right next to him, and I'm not getting any younger."
I smiled. Heihachi was in excellent shape for a man his age. One would never know he was well past fifty if not for his bald head, accented by two long tufts of hair that seemed to stick straight out.
"Well of course Heihachi, I'd be glad to help Brian,'" I said, "provided he is ready to begin his training session tomorrow morning."
Heihachi looked at Brian as if to say, "well, are you?"
"Yes master, I am sure I will be ready."
My mouth almost dropped open. Brian had the most melodic voice I had ever heard. His "r's" were soft, with a slight roll to them, and the sentence rose and fell perfectly. I came to the conclusion that he was not from the Mushroom Kingdom or the Tekken complex. Maybe he lived somewhere far off and exotic, perhaps the "real world," as some people called it.
"Well, now that that's settled, "Heihachi decided,"why don't we go into the sitting room and have tea while your beds are being made?"
Over tea, Heihachi and I discussed the most recent news of the land while Brian sat and listened quietly.
"It seems Yoshmizu and his Samurai warriors haven't been seen for quite some time," Heihachi reported. "I want you to be careful. You are one of their greatest enemies at the moment."
Heihachi's statement was true. The last time I had been in the complex was for the Iron Fist tournament. On the last round of the semifinals one of Yoshimizu's men thrust his sword into my side. By some kind of miracle I managed to survive, but I was incapable of even throwing a punch for almost a year after that.
"I will have my most trusted guard outside your door at night as long as you stay. He will protect you from all harm."
"Thank you," I replied.
After giving Brian a quick tour of the complex I went to bed. I had a feeling I would truly enjoy the training session.
I woke up at dawn, got dressed, and headed down the hall to Brian's room. I knocked loudly on the door to wake him up.
"Wha-who is it?" he replied in a sleepy voice.
"This is your instructor," I replied," Your training starts now, so you had better get dressed and meet me out here in five minutes."
"Brian met me, still drowsy, and we walked together down the stairs, through the training facility, and out the carved wooden doors. The moment we got outside I took a deep breath and let the cool, crisp morning air fill my lungs. I led Brian to the top of my favorite cliff, the one overlooking the forest, and sat cross-legged on the cool, dewey grass. I patted the ground next to me and Brian sat facing the forest as I was.
"Every training session begins with meditation," I said, "Sit quietly for a few minutes and clear your mind."
We sat on that cliff for almost ten minutes, although I was hardly meditating. I was too busy focusing on the beauty of the forest and the man sitting next to me.
Sensing that the meditation session was over, Brian opened his eyes and stood up. I jumped up beside him and took of running. After staring at me bewilderedly for a second, he took off after me. Together we ran down the winding path and back to the Tekken complex. The doorman let Brian and me in with a smirk on his face.
"And just which part of the training was that?" Brian asked.
"It's called 'first dibs on breakfast!,"
Brian laughed(he had such a great laugh) and followed me to the dining hall. Breakfast consisted of white rice, eggs, and tea. Heihachi and a few of his former students (now trainers at the facility) were already seated at the end of the long, wooden table.
"So, I trust the training is going well?" inquired Heihachi with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, It's going very well," I replied, grinning.
During the meal I noticed that one of Heihachi's students kept staring at me, but when he saw I noticed he immediately looked away. There was something oddly familiar about him. He was a handsome man with jet black hair that fell into his sapphire eyes. His upper lip held the hint of a mustache and he was hearing a green T-shirt. Very familiar indeed.
After breakfast Brian followed me into the training facility. I led him to a fighting ring.
"This is a virtual combat simulator," I explained," I'm going to start you off on a nonmoving simulation. You will choose an opponent and I will show you your basic moves."
"I am sorry I failed to mention this earlier," Brian explained, "but I have had previous training. I has hoping we could just get to the specifics of the Mishima style.
"Very well then, but first you must choose a background and character."
Brian chose a scenic background and the character Forest Law.
"It's funny you should choose him," I said," because I as trained for a period of time by his father, Marshall Law."
I taught Brian so many moves that morning. He was such a fast learner. We took a break around noon for a lunch of sushi and rice. The meal took place on the terrace around the back of the building.
"Suki, you are an excellent trainer and Heihachi was wise in recommending you. There is one thing I am confused about though. Why do you call yourself 'The Little Dragon?"
"The story is rather depressing. It all started in the last round of the semifinals in the most recent Iron Fist tournament. Heihachi had trained me so hard and we were both certain I had a chance at being Grand Master, but that round changed everything. One of Yoshimuzu's men was my opponent. He ended up with the final KO, but in the very end, just as the virtuality was being turned off, he thrust his sword into my left side.
I was immediately rushed to the hospital. The doctors said I had little chance of survival, but I lived. Since then, I have been called 'The Little Dragon' because even though I am small, I fought death with all the power I had."
"That's...well...I don't know what to say..." was all Brian could stammer as he gave me a look of sympathy mixed with...I couldn't tell what at the time.
"I don't think the fact I lived has anything to do with conquering death, not really. It just wasn't my time."
Emotion suddenly overcame me. I almost started to cry but I held my feelings in and jumped up.
"Well, now that you have mastered a virtual trainer, I think it is time you fought a real person."
Author's note: Welcome to my first fanfic. It is a mix of Tekken and Mario elements. In order to enjoy this story you must forget everything you know about Tekken. Please review.
Introduction: I am Princess Violet, Peach's younger sister. At least, that is what I am called in my home. In the Tekken complex I am called Suki Jung, although most fighters refer to me as the Little Dragon. It is very hard for me to share the story I am about to tell you because it affected my life in a way that nothing else has. However, if you feel you must hear the story it is still fresh in my mind.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
While on my way to the Tekken complex I couldn't help but think that the night somehow seemed darker than usual. It was a strange thought, considering the stars were out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
"How many miles to the complex?" I asked the cab driver, a well- composed man in his late twenties.
"About fifteen, miss."
The time was about 9 PM when we arrived. I thanked the driver and paid when he dropped me off at the front gate. Then I walked up the stone path to the gigantic wooden front doors. They were carved with beautiful images of dragons and warriors. I raised the huge stone knocker and let it fall.
"Who wishes to enter the place where warriors are born?" the doorman asked in a booming voice.
"It is I, Suki Jung, The Little Dragon."
"You may enter. Heihachi is expecting you."
Heihachi Mishima is the head of the Tekken complex. I have trained with him for almost ten years now. During this time he has become my trainer, my mentor, and my friend.
The door opened to a dimly lit training room. The short, dark doorman led me up two flights of stairs and into a long hallway.
"First door on your left," he said then quietly slipped away. I went to the door and softly tapped it. "Who wished to enter the study of the master?" a gruff voice asked.
"It is I, Suki Jung, the little dragon," I replied.
"Come in, come in, we have much to discuss."
I opened the door and was surprised to see not only Heihachi, but also an incredibly handsome man about my age sitting on the other side of the instructor's desk. The man had curly, short brown hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen.
Heihachi motioned to a chair next to the stranger and I sat.
"This is Brian McKinley," Heihachi said,"he is interested in having someone train him in the Mishima fighting style. I would gladly help him except for the fact that there is a perfectly good trainer sitting right next to him, and I'm not getting any younger."
I smiled. Heihachi was in excellent shape for a man his age. One would never know he was well past fifty if not for his bald head, accented by two long tufts of hair that seemed to stick straight out.
"Well of course Heihachi, I'd be glad to help Brian,'" I said, "provided he is ready to begin his training session tomorrow morning."
Heihachi looked at Brian as if to say, "well, are you?"
"Yes master, I am sure I will be ready."
My mouth almost dropped open. Brian had the most melodic voice I had ever heard. His "r's" were soft, with a slight roll to them, and the sentence rose and fell perfectly. I came to the conclusion that he was not from the Mushroom Kingdom or the Tekken complex. Maybe he lived somewhere far off and exotic, perhaps the "real world," as some people called it.
"Well, now that that's settled, "Heihachi decided,"why don't we go into the sitting room and have tea while your beds are being made?"
Over tea, Heihachi and I discussed the most recent news of the land while Brian sat and listened quietly.
"It seems Yoshmizu and his Samurai warriors haven't been seen for quite some time," Heihachi reported. "I want you to be careful. You are one of their greatest enemies at the moment."
Heihachi's statement was true. The last time I had been in the complex was for the Iron Fist tournament. On the last round of the semifinals one of Yoshimizu's men thrust his sword into my side. By some kind of miracle I managed to survive, but I was incapable of even throwing a punch for almost a year after that.
"I will have my most trusted guard outside your door at night as long as you stay. He will protect you from all harm."
"Thank you," I replied.
After giving Brian a quick tour of the complex I went to bed. I had a feeling I would truly enjoy the training session.
I woke up at dawn, got dressed, and headed down the hall to Brian's room. I knocked loudly on the door to wake him up.
"Wha-who is it?" he replied in a sleepy voice.
"This is your instructor," I replied," Your training starts now, so you had better get dressed and meet me out here in five minutes."
"Brian met me, still drowsy, and we walked together down the stairs, through the training facility, and out the carved wooden doors. The moment we got outside I took a deep breath and let the cool, crisp morning air fill my lungs. I led Brian to the top of my favorite cliff, the one overlooking the forest, and sat cross-legged on the cool, dewey grass. I patted the ground next to me and Brian sat facing the forest as I was.
"Every training session begins with meditation," I said, "Sit quietly for a few minutes and clear your mind."
We sat on that cliff for almost ten minutes, although I was hardly meditating. I was too busy focusing on the beauty of the forest and the man sitting next to me.
Sensing that the meditation session was over, Brian opened his eyes and stood up. I jumped up beside him and took of running. After staring at me bewilderedly for a second, he took off after me. Together we ran down the winding path and back to the Tekken complex. The doorman let Brian and me in with a smirk on his face.
"And just which part of the training was that?" Brian asked.
"It's called 'first dibs on breakfast!,"
Brian laughed(he had such a great laugh) and followed me to the dining hall. Breakfast consisted of white rice, eggs, and tea. Heihachi and a few of his former students (now trainers at the facility) were already seated at the end of the long, wooden table.
"So, I trust the training is going well?" inquired Heihachi with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, It's going very well," I replied, grinning.
During the meal I noticed that one of Heihachi's students kept staring at me, but when he saw I noticed he immediately looked away. There was something oddly familiar about him. He was a handsome man with jet black hair that fell into his sapphire eyes. His upper lip held the hint of a mustache and he was hearing a green T-shirt. Very familiar indeed.
After breakfast Brian followed me into the training facility. I led him to a fighting ring.
"This is a virtual combat simulator," I explained," I'm going to start you off on a nonmoving simulation. You will choose an opponent and I will show you your basic moves."
"I am sorry I failed to mention this earlier," Brian explained, "but I have had previous training. I has hoping we could just get to the specifics of the Mishima style.
"Very well then, but first you must choose a background and character."
Brian chose a scenic background and the character Forest Law.
"It's funny you should choose him," I said," because I as trained for a period of time by his father, Marshall Law."
I taught Brian so many moves that morning. He was such a fast learner. We took a break around noon for a lunch of sushi and rice. The meal took place on the terrace around the back of the building.
"Suki, you are an excellent trainer and Heihachi was wise in recommending you. There is one thing I am confused about though. Why do you call yourself 'The Little Dragon?"
"The story is rather depressing. It all started in the last round of the semifinals in the most recent Iron Fist tournament. Heihachi had trained me so hard and we were both certain I had a chance at being Grand Master, but that round changed everything. One of Yoshimuzu's men was my opponent. He ended up with the final KO, but in the very end, just as the virtuality was being turned off, he thrust his sword into my left side.
I was immediately rushed to the hospital. The doctors said I had little chance of survival, but I lived. Since then, I have been called 'The Little Dragon' because even though I am small, I fought death with all the power I had."
"That's...well...I don't know what to say..." was all Brian could stammer as he gave me a look of sympathy mixed with...I couldn't tell what at the time.
"I don't think the fact I lived has anything to do with conquering death, not really. It just wasn't my time."
Emotion suddenly overcame me. I almost started to cry but I held my feelings in and jumped up.
"Well, now that you have mastered a virtual trainer, I think it is time you fought a real person."