Chapter one: Introduction
A young man stood in an old apartment building somewhere in Japan. He continued to repeatedly throw his fists into the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Outside, the weather was nice. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was just setting, dousing the sky in red. The man wore a blue jacket, with the hood pulled over his head, and wore black pants. His red tennis shoes looked worn-out, indicating the man had been using them quite a bit.
The man thrust his fist out hard, nailing the punching bag with such great impact, the hood fell from his head. He had black hair in an unusual style, with three bangs pulled out in front of his face. From that last punch, he had almost put a hole in the punching bag.
Jin Kazama cracked a smile as he looked at his handiwork. By the time the next King of Iron Fist Tournament started up, he would be strong enough to make even Heihachi beg for mercy.
Jin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a light thud coming from his door. Jin looked at the door and saw a small pile of letters on the floor. Jin walked over to the letters and picked them up.
The youth walked over to his table, sat down on a chair and went through his letters.
"Lesse..." Jin said, going through the letters. "Hwoarang saying that he's going to pound the living snot out of me next time we meet...Julia asking how I'm doing...Electrical bill...Tax department...An invitation to the next King of Iron Fist Tournament..."
Jin eyes suddenly sprang open as he grabbed the invitation and stared at it, making sure it was official.
"This is definitely an invitation." Jin said to himself. "And this IS Heihachi's handwriting."
Jin raised an eyebrow. If Heihachi was behind it, Jin had to be cautious. The LAST tournament turned out to be a trap. Jin was captured, and would've been used as a test subject had Kazuya not showed up. Afterwards, Jin had his usual bout with Hwoarang and, as usual, won the fight.
Jin stood up as he pulled the jacket's hood over his head. He turned around and walked out the door.
He'd have to be careful.
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"Wait for me, Jin." Hwoarang muttered to himself. "This time, I'LL be the one victorious."
Hwoarang was inside the dark building because ever since the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4, he had been running from the defense force he had once worked for. Only few people know where he lives. The force was after him, and had almost killed him during his last fight with Jin. Ever since, Hwoarang has been wanting a rematch against Jin, not wanting any interruptions for a change.
Recently, Hwoarang realized that he had been given the chance. He had received an invitation in the mail, inviting him to join the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Even though he wasn't sure about how Heihachi had found him, Hwoarang wanted to be in tip-top condition for the fights and, hopefully, a rematch against Jin.
The red-haired youth delivered a finishing blow to the dummy, knocking it to the floor. Hwoarang stared at the dummy for a few seconds, then looked at the calendar on the wall.
"The tournament starts in four days." Howarnag said. "I'd better get going."
Howarang walked over to his table, where the invitation was lying. He picked up the invitation in his right hand, and continued walking.
"I won't fail master Baek." Hwoarang said as he left the room.
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His vision returned, although a little blurry at first. All he could make out was the lights attached to the beige ceiling. Slowly, his vision became sharper as he could make out the ceiling's tiles.
He groaned as he rocked his head back and forth, shaking out the drowsiness. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself lying on what looked like a futuristic hospital bed. A desk was sitting against the wall on his left, and a full-length mirror was hanging on the wall furthest from him.
Slowly, he got out of the bed as he looked around. He quickly realized that he was wearing green cargo pants, a green vest and black boots.
He slowly made his way over to the mirror. His legs felt a little weak, almost like he hadn't walked in years.
When he finally made it to the mirror, he took a good, hard look at the figure he saw. He saw a young man with a full head of dark hair, which was something he thought he'd never see on his head. The markings on his face and neck were gone completely. The two most noticeable things were his right arm and his eyes. His arm from his hand to his elbow was mechanized. His two eyes were different colours. One was a normal shade of blue, but the other was a red pupil inside a metallic eye. He stared at the mirror in awe, completely speechless.
Suddenly, he heard the door to his door slide open. He looked at the doorway and saw an older, balding man. What hair he had left was dark gray. He wore a white lab coat, and brown pants. His black shoes were neatly polished. The glasses he had rested on the bridge of his nose. The Dr. Boskonovitch smiled gently when he saw him.
"Welcome back, Bryan Fury."
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It was a bright and sunny day in a highly-populated college. Schoolgirls swarmed the halls of the school, either talking to fellow students or trying to catch the eyes of the male students. School had just finished, and students now had the rest of the day to do what they wanted.
A young girl with orangeish hair walked through the halls of school, talking with some of her friends. She wore a blue and white school uniform and her eyes seemed to sparkle every time she walked under a light.
Miharu laughed with her friends as they discussed the latest big movie that was playing in the theatres. Ling Xiaoyu wasn't in the group of friends. In fact, she hadn't come out of her dorm room all day. Miharu and her friends simply thought that she felt a little sick and decided not to bother her.
The orange-haired girl suddenly remembered her happy-go-lucky friend as her smile faded. The other girls noticed this.
"What's wrong, Miharu?" One of the girls asked.
"Oh, I'm just a little concerned about Xiao." Miharu replied. "I mean, she hasn't come out of her room yet." She was silent for a few seconds. "I think I'll just go up and check on her." Miharu turned around and started her trek back to Xiaoyu's dorm room. "I'll take to you guys later!"
Miharu pressed her way through the swarms of students coming her way as she walked through the halls. After five minutes, she arrived at the stairs that led to the dorm rooms. Miharu walked up the stairs and pressed on down the hallways of doors at the top.
Finally, Miharu came to Xiaoyu's door. She gently knocked on the door.
"Xiao?" Miharu asked. "You alright?" She waited for a response, but didn't get any.
Miharu tried again and again, but no matter how much she knocked on the door, she wouldn't get a response.
Starting to panic, Miharu reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She always had an extra key to Xiaoyu's room, and vise versa, just in case of an emergency. Miharu quickly jammed the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door.
Miharu walked inside her friend's room. She expected to see her friend unconscious on her bed, but Miharu was taken aback when she realized Xiaoyu wasn't in the room. Even though everything else seemed in order, Miharu noticed a letter lying on the floor.
Hands shaking, Miharu slowly bent down and picked up the letter. She slowly read the letter. This is what was written on it.
'To whoever finds this letter,
I know that you're looking for Ling Xiaoyu. I'm afraid that she's in the hands of Heihachi Mishima. Don't ask me how I found this out, or how I got into Xiaoyu's room to plant this letter. I need you to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. I'll be waiting for you there, and I hope to help Xiaoyu and destroy Heihachi for what he's done. I have enclosed an invitation in the letter that I managed to swipe from Heihachi. Do hurry. Your friend is counting on you.
A friend'
Horrified at what she just read, Miharu looked up from the letter. She couldn't believe it. Heihachi had just kidnapped the girl that trusted him the most.
Her face of horror quickly changed to a face of anger. She looked at the bottom of the letter and saw the invitation. Miharu ripped the invitation from the letter and stormed out the door of Xiaoyu's room.
"Heihachi's gonna PAY!"
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The sun was starting to set on a partly cloudy day somewhere in Australia. The sunset seemed to make a large meadow glow orange. Sadly, this meadow wasn't lush and green, but dried up. Most of the grass that was still there had become brown and dry.
The most noticeable thing was that there was a man lying in the middle of the meadow, unmoving. He had dark skin, and a short, black, mohawk-like haircut. He wore nothing but purple trunks, and had tape wrapped around his feet. It seemed as though the man was dead, but that suspicion was quickly disposed of when the man's hand started twitching.
Bruce Irvin groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked around.
"Hey, this is where I was killed." Bruce said, recognizing the familiar scenery.
Suddenly, everything came back to Bruce. Jun Kazama had found out about the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. She found out that Heihachi had abducted Ling Xiaoyu to lure Jin into a trap, and she had said that the only way to save both youths was to send someone back to Earth. The trio of Jun, Bruce and Wang Jinrei had gotten together to decide whom to send back. It was quickly decided. Jun couldn't go because she would lose her power to help Jin and Kazuya control their powers. Wang couldn't go because he was so old that he wouldn't last long anyway. Bruce was the only one who could do it.
Bruce quickly jumped to his feet, remembering that he had promised to keep both Jin and Ling safe. Bruce looked into the sky. "Jun. Wang. I promise that I'll keep Jin and Ling safe."
With that, Bruce turned tail and ran through the meadow, hoping that he'd come across an airport soon.
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A motorcycle tore down a desert road at seemingly unbeatable speeds. Two figures sat on the motorcycle, both male. One had blonde hair which was blowing freely in the wind, and wore a black shirt with blue jeans. His eyes twinkled from behind his red shades. He LOVED travelling at speeds like this. His passenger, however, wasn't faring so well. He had a full head of black hair, with a matching mustache. He wore a white jacket with black trim, and wore black pants.
"Paul! Slow down!" Marshall Law shouted at his friend, who was driving the motorcycle. "We've already been pulled over three times!"
"Aw, you're no fun." Paul Phoenix laughed as he slowed down. While the motorcycle was still going reasonably fast, it had slowed down decently.
Both men were travelling together because they each had received an invitation to the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Marshall's son, Forrest, had been left to mind his father's dojo, although both Paul and Marshall felt a little uneasy about doing so.
"When do you think we'd get there, Paul?" Marshall asked.
"At this speed, I'd say we get there by tomorrow." Paul replied.
"You're gonna drive all night?!" Marshall asked.
Paul sighed at his friend's naïve-ness. "No. We're gonna stop by a motel on the way. We can spend the night there."
Both Paul and Marshall were joining the tournament for different reasons. Marshall needed money to keep his dojo alive, while Paul simply wanted to have a good, fair fight with Kazuya Mishima. Their rivalry had been around since the first King of Iron Fist Tournament.
Paul smirked, hoping that Kazuya was entering this tournament. Paul was almost certain that he'd finally be able to beat Kazuya and shoe him who's more powerful once and for all.
The motorcycle tore down the road, carrying Paul and Marshall towards their destination.
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A lone man stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper as he watched the sun set. He wore a dark gray shirt, and wore black pants. The sun was reflecting off his black shades. His hairstyle looked like that of Jin Kazama, only without the three bangs pulled out in front of his face.
Kazuya Mishima folded his arms and sighed. What Hiehachi had done had altered his plans completely. He was hoping to finally steal Jin's genes and be able to transform completely, but Kazuya had found out that his father, Heihachi, had kidnapped Ling Xiaoyu, a schoolgirl he had met in the last tournament.
Now, Kazuya had thought of Xiaoyu not as an annoyance, but as an innocent annoyance. Kazuya couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He felt so sorry that he had decided to send out invitations to a couple 'friends', explaining the situation.
One of the people was Miharu, Xiaoyu's best friend. Kazuya knew that Miharu would do anything to ensure her friend's safety, so that pretty much guaranteed her assistance. The other person was former assassin Nina Williams, whom had settled down to care for her son, Steve Fox. Nina agreed to help Kazuya, and was allowed to bring Steve along as well.
Kazuya rubbed his temple. He wasn't used to helping others, but this was something he had no choice in doing.
Suddenly, Kazuya scratched his chin as a thought came to his head. If Jin found out about Xiaoyu's predicament, his anger might make him transform.
Kazuya smirked. Maybe he'd be able to steal Jin's genes after all...
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A horde of kangaroos bounded through the fields of a small part of Australia. Literally, kangaroos were everywhere. Some were eating, some were standing still, looking at the sunset in awe, and others were leaping around, some jumping across the road, forcing oncoming vehicles to stop.
One particular kangaroo stood among the rest, While he looked like any other kangaroo, he wore red boxing gloves. While he may not be as good as the original, this kangaroo was the son of Roger, the kangaroo that participated in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2.
The new Roger had put on his father's gloves when young and had already proved to be quite the fighter. He had beat the living snot out of poachers, bigger animals, and a strange, cheeky Australian man wearing khaki shorts.
Suddenly, Roger heard something in the distance. Roger's ears perked up as he turned his head around to see what was making the noise. He saw an unusual black man wearing purple trunks running through the fields.
Roger tilted his head to the left. That man seemed somewhat familiar. Letting curiosity take over him, Roger leapt off after the man.
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Bryan stood in front of Dr. B, whom was sitting at a desk. At the doctor's left was Yoshimitsu, who looked the same as he did a year ago.
"Doc, I believe you owe me an explanation as to why you've called me here." Bryan said. Patience wasn't really his strong suite, even though he wasn't in his old body.
"Ah, yes." Dr. B replied. His voice seemed rather grim. "Well, one week before we woke you up, Bryan, Dr. Abel's men broke into the lab and stole your old body."
Bryan cocked an eyebrow. "But didn't you say that you needed it to destroy Abel's bio-weapon?"
"That's right." Dr. B replied. "But now that he has it, he can use it to make his bio-weapon stronger."
Yoshimitsu looked at Bryan. "We need your help, Bryan." He said in his cybernetic voice. "Should you agree to help, you and I will enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Afterwards, we shall penetrate Abel's lab and steal back your old body before he can use it to power his bio-weapon."
Bryan scratched his chin. Not only would this be a chance to try his new look in action and could pound Abel into the floor, but he figured that he DID owe Yoshimitsu for saving his neck a year ago, and Dr. B for extending his life. He couldn't really see a downside.
Bryan stood straight and smirked at the doctor. "You got a new ally, doc."
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A man tore down the sidewalk, towards a hospital. It was a sunny day, and the sun reflected off the man's shades. He wore an orange shirt with the collar turned up, and wore blue jeans. The things that stood out the most were his gold necklace, elevator shoes and giant afro.
Tiger charged at the hospital and pushed open the doors, charging inside. Tiger ran over to the receptionist.
"I'm a friend of Eddy and Christie." Tiger stated.
The receptionist flipped through some papers, the pointed down the hallway on her left. "Room 403. Down that way. Keep bearing to the right."
Tiger thanked the receptionist and ran down the hallway.
The big-haired disco-freak had heard that Eddy and Christie were in the hospital with a rare disease. He was determined to find out what happened and what can be done.
Tiger finally arrived at room 403, and went in. As soon as Tiger entered, he froze. There, lying on two hospital beds side by side, were Eddy and Christie. Both looked pale as ghosts, and red and black marks were all over their faces. Tiger would bet that the same marks were all over their bodies as well. Tiger shed a tear. He hated to see his friends in pain. He suddenly heard the door open. Tiger looked at the door and saw a young doctor standing there.
"What happened?" Tiger asked the doctor.
"We're not sure." The doctor replied. "The disease they have is so rare, it's really hard to research it. In fact, the disease is virtually impossible to simply 'catch'."
"What do you mean, doc?"
"I mean that the disease had to be injected forcibly into them in order for it to take effect. Someone must have done it while they were sleeping."
Tiger thought. It DID make sense. Eddy had made many lethal enemies over the years.
"Is there any cure?" Tiger asked.
"The only known cure is almost as rare as the disease." The doctor replied. "In fact, I think Heihachi Mishima has one of the last batches of the cure in the world."
Tiger was silent. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. An invitation to the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. He could enter the tournament, infiltrate the Mishima Zabatsu, and swipe a couple doses of the cure. Tiger's eyes narrowed.
"Thank you for your help, doctor." Tiger said as he turned around and walked out of the hospital room.
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Two figures stood at the edge of a training arena in a forest somewhere in the states. There was a third figure in the arena, doing damage to a training dummy. The third figure was a teenage boy with brown hair and blue eyes. The two figures at the edge were watching him train. One was female, but the other wore a jaguar mask over his head, and wore a blue shirt with white pants. The female wore glasses, with a brown shirt and denim shorts. Her brown hair was pulled into a braid.
Julia Chang looked up at King. "You should be proud of your pupil, King." She said. "He's coming along great, and your dreams of turning him into the next Armor King might just come true."
King didn't respond. He simply nodded.
Ever since she left Abel's lab, Julia was on the run from his men. After escaping, Julia ran into King. Julia's dream was still focused on restoring the forest, and she wouldn't rest until it was accomplished. However, she had heard that Abel had started up his project again from a year ago. Last time, Julia had hit 'delete', erasing all data on the project.
Julia sighed. It sure was hard work getting King to communicate with her, even if it wasn't vocally. She looked at King. "King, I need your help."
King looked at Julia, which told her to go on.
"I'm still on a mission to restore the forest." She explained. "But I might need help. Abel has started a project again. One that I had deleted a year ago. I can't let him complete it. The power of that machine would be enough to bring Ogre back, Not only would it destroy the forest, but hundreds of lives would be lost."
King stared at Julia with a look that read 'What're you getting at?'.
"King, I'm saying that if you help me, we can stop Abel and destroy his project. This time for good." Julia replied. "It would save the forest, and the lives of hundreds." She was silent. "You helped take down Ogre in the past, King. I think you can destroy Abel's project with me."
King was silent. He seemed to be thinking it all over. After a minute, King looked back at Julia and nodded.
Julia smiled. Things were looking up.
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A large man walked towards an enormous building, carrying two bags of groceries. Every time the man stepped, his legs gave off a robotic squeak. He wore a green tank top, with green cargo pants and black boots. He was very muscular and had a tuft of blonde hair on his head, and his eyes were red and robotic.
Jack walked towards the building with the groceries, and when he got close enough, he pushed the door open with his foot. Jack walked in.
"Jane...I'm home." Jack said in his robotic voice.
Jack's friend, Jane, didn't respond. "Jane?" Jack called out, placing the groceries on a nearby table.
Starting to get suspicious, Jack scanned the room he was in. The room was a mess. Furniture was overturned and glass was broken, but Jack discovered a small piece of paper on the floor..
Jack walked over to the piece of paper and picked it up. The robot scanned the letter.
"Jane...Not here." Jack said as he read the letter. "Taken to...Mishima Zabatsu."
Jack finished the letter, and found an invitation at the bottom of it. He pulled the invitation from the latter and studied it. "Invitation to...King of Iron...Fist...Tournament 5."
Jack was silent. If he had emotions, he'd be crying. Jack knew what he had to do. He immediately gave himself a mission and stored it in his memory banks. His red eyes glowed brighter.
"Destroy...Heihachi Mishima...Must...Save...Jane." Jack said in an automatic voice.
Jack stood up, turned around and charged out the door.
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A day later, Lei Wulong sat in his office, feet propped up on his desk. He was thinking about what to do. He had received an invitation to participate in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, but wasn't exactly sure if he should enter or not. Lei suddenly found himself dozing off.
Suddenly, another officer came rushing into Lei's office.
"Lei!" The officer shouted.
Lei jerked to attention by falling from his chair and landing on the floor. Lei let out a meek 'Oy' as he stood up.
"Yes?" Lei asked.
"Have you decided to enter the tournament yet?" The officer asked.
"I'm not quite sure just yet." Lei replied.
The officer smirked. "Maybe this will help." He said, passing a piece of paper to Lei. "We found this out this morning."
Lei took the paper and scanned it over. Suddenly, his eyes sprang open. "Bruce is entering the tournament?!"
This didn't make any sense. Bruce was dead!
"Yep." The officer replied. "So, are you interested NOW?"
Lei thought. If this was true, and Bruce was still alive, it would be a good chance to make amends for past transgressions. He smirked and looked at the officer.
"I sure am."
To be continued...
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A young man stood in an old apartment building somewhere in Japan. He continued to repeatedly throw his fists into the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Outside, the weather was nice. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was just setting, dousing the sky in red. The man wore a blue jacket, with the hood pulled over his head, and wore black pants. His red tennis shoes looked worn-out, indicating the man had been using them quite a bit.
The man thrust his fist out hard, nailing the punching bag with such great impact, the hood fell from his head. He had black hair in an unusual style, with three bangs pulled out in front of his face. From that last punch, he had almost put a hole in the punching bag.
Jin Kazama cracked a smile as he looked at his handiwork. By the time the next King of Iron Fist Tournament started up, he would be strong enough to make even Heihachi beg for mercy.
Jin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a light thud coming from his door. Jin looked at the door and saw a small pile of letters on the floor. Jin walked over to the letters and picked them up.
The youth walked over to his table, sat down on a chair and went through his letters.
"Lesse..." Jin said, going through the letters. "Hwoarang saying that he's going to pound the living snot out of me next time we meet...Julia asking how I'm doing...Electrical bill...Tax department...An invitation to the next King of Iron Fist Tournament..."
Jin eyes suddenly sprang open as he grabbed the invitation and stared at it, making sure it was official.
"This is definitely an invitation." Jin said to himself. "And this IS Heihachi's handwriting."
Jin raised an eyebrow. If Heihachi was behind it, Jin had to be cautious. The LAST tournament turned out to be a trap. Jin was captured, and would've been used as a test subject had Kazuya not showed up. Afterwards, Jin had his usual bout with Hwoarang and, as usual, won the fight.
Jin stood up as he pulled the jacket's hood over his head. He turned around and walked out the door.
He'd have to be careful.
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"Wait for me, Jin." Hwoarang muttered to himself. "This time, I'LL be the one victorious."
Hwoarang was inside the dark building because ever since the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4, he had been running from the defense force he had once worked for. Only few people know where he lives. The force was after him, and had almost killed him during his last fight with Jin. Ever since, Hwoarang has been wanting a rematch against Jin, not wanting any interruptions for a change.
Recently, Hwoarang realized that he had been given the chance. He had received an invitation in the mail, inviting him to join the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Even though he wasn't sure about how Heihachi had found him, Hwoarang wanted to be in tip-top condition for the fights and, hopefully, a rematch against Jin.
The red-haired youth delivered a finishing blow to the dummy, knocking it to the floor. Hwoarang stared at the dummy for a few seconds, then looked at the calendar on the wall.
"The tournament starts in four days." Howarnag said. "I'd better get going."
Howarang walked over to his table, where the invitation was lying. He picked up the invitation in his right hand, and continued walking.
"I won't fail master Baek." Hwoarang said as he left the room.
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His vision returned, although a little blurry at first. All he could make out was the lights attached to the beige ceiling. Slowly, his vision became sharper as he could make out the ceiling's tiles.
He groaned as he rocked his head back and forth, shaking out the drowsiness. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself lying on what looked like a futuristic hospital bed. A desk was sitting against the wall on his left, and a full-length mirror was hanging on the wall furthest from him.
Slowly, he got out of the bed as he looked around. He quickly realized that he was wearing green cargo pants, a green vest and black boots.
He slowly made his way over to the mirror. His legs felt a little weak, almost like he hadn't walked in years.
When he finally made it to the mirror, he took a good, hard look at the figure he saw. He saw a young man with a full head of dark hair, which was something he thought he'd never see on his head. The markings on his face and neck were gone completely. The two most noticeable things were his right arm and his eyes. His arm from his hand to his elbow was mechanized. His two eyes were different colours. One was a normal shade of blue, but the other was a red pupil inside a metallic eye. He stared at the mirror in awe, completely speechless.
Suddenly, he heard the door to his door slide open. He looked at the doorway and saw an older, balding man. What hair he had left was dark gray. He wore a white lab coat, and brown pants. His black shoes were neatly polished. The glasses he had rested on the bridge of his nose. The Dr. Boskonovitch smiled gently when he saw him.
"Welcome back, Bryan Fury."
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It was a bright and sunny day in a highly-populated college. Schoolgirls swarmed the halls of the school, either talking to fellow students or trying to catch the eyes of the male students. School had just finished, and students now had the rest of the day to do what they wanted.
A young girl with orangeish hair walked through the halls of school, talking with some of her friends. She wore a blue and white school uniform and her eyes seemed to sparkle every time she walked under a light.
Miharu laughed with her friends as they discussed the latest big movie that was playing in the theatres. Ling Xiaoyu wasn't in the group of friends. In fact, she hadn't come out of her dorm room all day. Miharu and her friends simply thought that she felt a little sick and decided not to bother her.
The orange-haired girl suddenly remembered her happy-go-lucky friend as her smile faded. The other girls noticed this.
"What's wrong, Miharu?" One of the girls asked.
"Oh, I'm just a little concerned about Xiao." Miharu replied. "I mean, she hasn't come out of her room yet." She was silent for a few seconds. "I think I'll just go up and check on her." Miharu turned around and started her trek back to Xiaoyu's dorm room. "I'll take to you guys later!"
Miharu pressed her way through the swarms of students coming her way as she walked through the halls. After five minutes, she arrived at the stairs that led to the dorm rooms. Miharu walked up the stairs and pressed on down the hallways of doors at the top.
Finally, Miharu came to Xiaoyu's door. She gently knocked on the door.
"Xiao?" Miharu asked. "You alright?" She waited for a response, but didn't get any.
Miharu tried again and again, but no matter how much she knocked on the door, she wouldn't get a response.
Starting to panic, Miharu reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She always had an extra key to Xiaoyu's room, and vise versa, just in case of an emergency. Miharu quickly jammed the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door.
Miharu walked inside her friend's room. She expected to see her friend unconscious on her bed, but Miharu was taken aback when she realized Xiaoyu wasn't in the room. Even though everything else seemed in order, Miharu noticed a letter lying on the floor.
Hands shaking, Miharu slowly bent down and picked up the letter. She slowly read the letter. This is what was written on it.
'To whoever finds this letter,
I know that you're looking for Ling Xiaoyu. I'm afraid that she's in the hands of Heihachi Mishima. Don't ask me how I found this out, or how I got into Xiaoyu's room to plant this letter. I need you to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. I'll be waiting for you there, and I hope to help Xiaoyu and destroy Heihachi for what he's done. I have enclosed an invitation in the letter that I managed to swipe from Heihachi. Do hurry. Your friend is counting on you.
A friend'
Horrified at what she just read, Miharu looked up from the letter. She couldn't believe it. Heihachi had just kidnapped the girl that trusted him the most.
Her face of horror quickly changed to a face of anger. She looked at the bottom of the letter and saw the invitation. Miharu ripped the invitation from the letter and stormed out the door of Xiaoyu's room.
"Heihachi's gonna PAY!"
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The sun was starting to set on a partly cloudy day somewhere in Australia. The sunset seemed to make a large meadow glow orange. Sadly, this meadow wasn't lush and green, but dried up. Most of the grass that was still there had become brown and dry.
The most noticeable thing was that there was a man lying in the middle of the meadow, unmoving. He had dark skin, and a short, black, mohawk-like haircut. He wore nothing but purple trunks, and had tape wrapped around his feet. It seemed as though the man was dead, but that suspicion was quickly disposed of when the man's hand started twitching.
Bruce Irvin groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked around.
"Hey, this is where I was killed." Bruce said, recognizing the familiar scenery.
Suddenly, everything came back to Bruce. Jun Kazama had found out about the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. She found out that Heihachi had abducted Ling Xiaoyu to lure Jin into a trap, and she had said that the only way to save both youths was to send someone back to Earth. The trio of Jun, Bruce and Wang Jinrei had gotten together to decide whom to send back. It was quickly decided. Jun couldn't go because she would lose her power to help Jin and Kazuya control their powers. Wang couldn't go because he was so old that he wouldn't last long anyway. Bruce was the only one who could do it.
Bruce quickly jumped to his feet, remembering that he had promised to keep both Jin and Ling safe. Bruce looked into the sky. "Jun. Wang. I promise that I'll keep Jin and Ling safe."
With that, Bruce turned tail and ran through the meadow, hoping that he'd come across an airport soon.
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A motorcycle tore down a desert road at seemingly unbeatable speeds. Two figures sat on the motorcycle, both male. One had blonde hair which was blowing freely in the wind, and wore a black shirt with blue jeans. His eyes twinkled from behind his red shades. He LOVED travelling at speeds like this. His passenger, however, wasn't faring so well. He had a full head of black hair, with a matching mustache. He wore a white jacket with black trim, and wore black pants.
"Paul! Slow down!" Marshall Law shouted at his friend, who was driving the motorcycle. "We've already been pulled over three times!"
"Aw, you're no fun." Paul Phoenix laughed as he slowed down. While the motorcycle was still going reasonably fast, it had slowed down decently.
Both men were travelling together because they each had received an invitation to the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Marshall's son, Forrest, had been left to mind his father's dojo, although both Paul and Marshall felt a little uneasy about doing so.
"When do you think we'd get there, Paul?" Marshall asked.
"At this speed, I'd say we get there by tomorrow." Paul replied.
"You're gonna drive all night?!" Marshall asked.
Paul sighed at his friend's naïve-ness. "No. We're gonna stop by a motel on the way. We can spend the night there."
Both Paul and Marshall were joining the tournament for different reasons. Marshall needed money to keep his dojo alive, while Paul simply wanted to have a good, fair fight with Kazuya Mishima. Their rivalry had been around since the first King of Iron Fist Tournament.
Paul smirked, hoping that Kazuya was entering this tournament. Paul was almost certain that he'd finally be able to beat Kazuya and shoe him who's more powerful once and for all.
The motorcycle tore down the road, carrying Paul and Marshall towards their destination.
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A lone man stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper as he watched the sun set. He wore a dark gray shirt, and wore black pants. The sun was reflecting off his black shades. His hairstyle looked like that of Jin Kazama, only without the three bangs pulled out in front of his face.
Kazuya Mishima folded his arms and sighed. What Hiehachi had done had altered his plans completely. He was hoping to finally steal Jin's genes and be able to transform completely, but Kazuya had found out that his father, Heihachi, had kidnapped Ling Xiaoyu, a schoolgirl he had met in the last tournament.
Now, Kazuya had thought of Xiaoyu not as an annoyance, but as an innocent annoyance. Kazuya couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He felt so sorry that he had decided to send out invitations to a couple 'friends', explaining the situation.
One of the people was Miharu, Xiaoyu's best friend. Kazuya knew that Miharu would do anything to ensure her friend's safety, so that pretty much guaranteed her assistance. The other person was former assassin Nina Williams, whom had settled down to care for her son, Steve Fox. Nina agreed to help Kazuya, and was allowed to bring Steve along as well.
Kazuya rubbed his temple. He wasn't used to helping others, but this was something he had no choice in doing.
Suddenly, Kazuya scratched his chin as a thought came to his head. If Jin found out about Xiaoyu's predicament, his anger might make him transform.
Kazuya smirked. Maybe he'd be able to steal Jin's genes after all...
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A horde of kangaroos bounded through the fields of a small part of Australia. Literally, kangaroos were everywhere. Some were eating, some were standing still, looking at the sunset in awe, and others were leaping around, some jumping across the road, forcing oncoming vehicles to stop.
One particular kangaroo stood among the rest, While he looked like any other kangaroo, he wore red boxing gloves. While he may not be as good as the original, this kangaroo was the son of Roger, the kangaroo that participated in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 2.
The new Roger had put on his father's gloves when young and had already proved to be quite the fighter. He had beat the living snot out of poachers, bigger animals, and a strange, cheeky Australian man wearing khaki shorts.
Suddenly, Roger heard something in the distance. Roger's ears perked up as he turned his head around to see what was making the noise. He saw an unusual black man wearing purple trunks running through the fields.
Roger tilted his head to the left. That man seemed somewhat familiar. Letting curiosity take over him, Roger leapt off after the man.
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Bryan stood in front of Dr. B, whom was sitting at a desk. At the doctor's left was Yoshimitsu, who looked the same as he did a year ago.
"Doc, I believe you owe me an explanation as to why you've called me here." Bryan said. Patience wasn't really his strong suite, even though he wasn't in his old body.
"Ah, yes." Dr. B replied. His voice seemed rather grim. "Well, one week before we woke you up, Bryan, Dr. Abel's men broke into the lab and stole your old body."
Bryan cocked an eyebrow. "But didn't you say that you needed it to destroy Abel's bio-weapon?"
"That's right." Dr. B replied. "But now that he has it, he can use it to make his bio-weapon stronger."
Yoshimitsu looked at Bryan. "We need your help, Bryan." He said in his cybernetic voice. "Should you agree to help, you and I will enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. Afterwards, we shall penetrate Abel's lab and steal back your old body before he can use it to power his bio-weapon."
Bryan scratched his chin. Not only would this be a chance to try his new look in action and could pound Abel into the floor, but he figured that he DID owe Yoshimitsu for saving his neck a year ago, and Dr. B for extending his life. He couldn't really see a downside.
Bryan stood straight and smirked at the doctor. "You got a new ally, doc."
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A man tore down the sidewalk, towards a hospital. It was a sunny day, and the sun reflected off the man's shades. He wore an orange shirt with the collar turned up, and wore blue jeans. The things that stood out the most were his gold necklace, elevator shoes and giant afro.
Tiger charged at the hospital and pushed open the doors, charging inside. Tiger ran over to the receptionist.
"I'm a friend of Eddy and Christie." Tiger stated.
The receptionist flipped through some papers, the pointed down the hallway on her left. "Room 403. Down that way. Keep bearing to the right."
Tiger thanked the receptionist and ran down the hallway.
The big-haired disco-freak had heard that Eddy and Christie were in the hospital with a rare disease. He was determined to find out what happened and what can be done.
Tiger finally arrived at room 403, and went in. As soon as Tiger entered, he froze. There, lying on two hospital beds side by side, were Eddy and Christie. Both looked pale as ghosts, and red and black marks were all over their faces. Tiger would bet that the same marks were all over their bodies as well. Tiger shed a tear. He hated to see his friends in pain. He suddenly heard the door open. Tiger looked at the door and saw a young doctor standing there.
"What happened?" Tiger asked the doctor.
"We're not sure." The doctor replied. "The disease they have is so rare, it's really hard to research it. In fact, the disease is virtually impossible to simply 'catch'."
"What do you mean, doc?"
"I mean that the disease had to be injected forcibly into them in order for it to take effect. Someone must have done it while they were sleeping."
Tiger thought. It DID make sense. Eddy had made many lethal enemies over the years.
"Is there any cure?" Tiger asked.
"The only known cure is almost as rare as the disease." The doctor replied. "In fact, I think Heihachi Mishima has one of the last batches of the cure in the world."
Tiger was silent. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. An invitation to the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. He could enter the tournament, infiltrate the Mishima Zabatsu, and swipe a couple doses of the cure. Tiger's eyes narrowed.
"Thank you for your help, doctor." Tiger said as he turned around and walked out of the hospital room.
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Two figures stood at the edge of a training arena in a forest somewhere in the states. There was a third figure in the arena, doing damage to a training dummy. The third figure was a teenage boy with brown hair and blue eyes. The two figures at the edge were watching him train. One was female, but the other wore a jaguar mask over his head, and wore a blue shirt with white pants. The female wore glasses, with a brown shirt and denim shorts. Her brown hair was pulled into a braid.
Julia Chang looked up at King. "You should be proud of your pupil, King." She said. "He's coming along great, and your dreams of turning him into the next Armor King might just come true."
King didn't respond. He simply nodded.
Ever since she left Abel's lab, Julia was on the run from his men. After escaping, Julia ran into King. Julia's dream was still focused on restoring the forest, and she wouldn't rest until it was accomplished. However, she had heard that Abel had started up his project again from a year ago. Last time, Julia had hit 'delete', erasing all data on the project.
Julia sighed. It sure was hard work getting King to communicate with her, even if it wasn't vocally. She looked at King. "King, I need your help."
King looked at Julia, which told her to go on.
"I'm still on a mission to restore the forest." She explained. "But I might need help. Abel has started a project again. One that I had deleted a year ago. I can't let him complete it. The power of that machine would be enough to bring Ogre back, Not only would it destroy the forest, but hundreds of lives would be lost."
King stared at Julia with a look that read 'What're you getting at?'.
"King, I'm saying that if you help me, we can stop Abel and destroy his project. This time for good." Julia replied. "It would save the forest, and the lives of hundreds." She was silent. "You helped take down Ogre in the past, King. I think you can destroy Abel's project with me."
King was silent. He seemed to be thinking it all over. After a minute, King looked back at Julia and nodded.
Julia smiled. Things were looking up.
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A large man walked towards an enormous building, carrying two bags of groceries. Every time the man stepped, his legs gave off a robotic squeak. He wore a green tank top, with green cargo pants and black boots. He was very muscular and had a tuft of blonde hair on his head, and his eyes were red and robotic.
Jack walked towards the building with the groceries, and when he got close enough, he pushed the door open with his foot. Jack walked in.
"Jane...I'm home." Jack said in his robotic voice.
Jack's friend, Jane, didn't respond. "Jane?" Jack called out, placing the groceries on a nearby table.
Starting to get suspicious, Jack scanned the room he was in. The room was a mess. Furniture was overturned and glass was broken, but Jack discovered a small piece of paper on the floor..
Jack walked over to the piece of paper and picked it up. The robot scanned the letter.
"Jane...Not here." Jack said as he read the letter. "Taken to...Mishima Zabatsu."
Jack finished the letter, and found an invitation at the bottom of it. He pulled the invitation from the latter and studied it. "Invitation to...King of Iron...Fist...Tournament 5."
Jack was silent. If he had emotions, he'd be crying. Jack knew what he had to do. He immediately gave himself a mission and stored it in his memory banks. His red eyes glowed brighter.
"Destroy...Heihachi Mishima...Must...Save...Jane." Jack said in an automatic voice.
Jack stood up, turned around and charged out the door.
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A day later, Lei Wulong sat in his office, feet propped up on his desk. He was thinking about what to do. He had received an invitation to participate in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, but wasn't exactly sure if he should enter or not. Lei suddenly found himself dozing off.
Suddenly, another officer came rushing into Lei's office.
"Lei!" The officer shouted.
Lei jerked to attention by falling from his chair and landing on the floor. Lei let out a meek 'Oy' as he stood up.
"Yes?" Lei asked.
"Have you decided to enter the tournament yet?" The officer asked.
"I'm not quite sure just yet." Lei replied.
The officer smirked. "Maybe this will help." He said, passing a piece of paper to Lei. "We found this out this morning."
Lei took the paper and scanned it over. Suddenly, his eyes sprang open. "Bruce is entering the tournament?!"
This didn't make any sense. Bruce was dead!
"Yep." The officer replied. "So, are you interested NOW?"
Lei thought. If this was true, and Bruce was still alive, it would be a good chance to make amends for past transgressions. He smirked and looked at the officer.
"I sure am."
To be continued...
Okay, here's where YOU guys come in. In your review, tell me which of the following Tekken fighters you want me to write about first. The one who gets the most reviews, I will write the next chapter about.
Your choices are the following: Jin, Hwoarang, Bryan, Miharu, Bruce, Paul, Marshall, Kazuya, Nina, Steve, Roger, Yoshimitsu, Tiger, King, Julia, Jack or Lei.
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