Ok, it's fic writing time! I got this idea while playing Tekken. Hope ya like it! :D All of this will be in Alisa POV.
I don't own anything!
"Yeah, I'm on my way." There he goes again. He was always doing that, I sometimes wonder how much his bill comes out to, and how he even affords to pay it when he has no documented job. Not only did it make me wonder, it also annoyed me. He was always talking on that thing, and when he wasn't talking on it, he was checking to make sure it was in his pocket. Who was he even talking to, anyway? Well, whoever it was, he sure gave a lot of his attention to them. In fact, the only time I can recall him forgetting about his phone was when I disengaged Safety Mode and attacked him while I was under Jin Kazama's control. Though I didn't want to fight him, a part of me was happy that he was paying attention to me.
It was bittersweet towards the end, when I was on the brink of shutting down. That worried look on his face, the fact that he feared me leaving him, leaving this world. It touched me deeply, and I would've cried, had I been able to produce tears. It is because of him that I am here today, and because of Lee Chaolan that my systems work again.
As we walked down the hall of the hanger, I heard that damn ringtone go off. He had stopped in his tracks, and fished the damn object from his pocket. I didn't know what had happened next. All I knew was that I just snapped, and the next thing I knew I had released my chainsaws on him. I pushed him to the ground, where he lay in shock, and as I grabbed the object that was the bane of my existence, I grinned sadistically, my eyes turning from their usual emerald green to a raging blood red. I then threw the phone high into the air, after resisting the urge to break it in my hand. With a small cry of dismay from him, I swung my arm in a half-circle, and effectively cut the phone in half. It later combusted into many unidentifiable pieces, the remains of it crashing to the ground with a sound akin to shattering.
After my episode, my eyes returned to normal, the reality of what I'd just done sinking in. I looked down and shifted my feet, muttering a truly sincere apology. He sighed exasperatedly, and ran his fingers through his hair. He muttered back, "It's alright." but I knew that he was angry with me. We continued through the hanger without saying another word to each other. Finally, he smiled at me, and confessed that he was using that device a little too much. I smiled back, relieved that he was no longer angry with me. He even joked that he wouldn't have to pay his bill anymore, that is, until he got a new phone. I laughed. Maybe him having that device wasn't so bad, after all. At least he still acknowledges me. Maybe this adventure won't be so bad, after all.
And that's it! It's about time someone broke that damn phone. I would've done the same thing, but I wouldn't apologize for it. Bye guys, and Review!