Miss You
A*N: Note that I do not own Tekken or any of its characters. They belong to Namco and are copyrighted © to them as well. Anyways, if you people were too stupid to read the summery, this is an Hwoarang/ Julia ficcy! Yes, there aren't enough of these out there! Hwoarang and Julia shall live on forever! Now, On to the Fic! Oh, and BTW, the storyline is also mine; so don't yell at me...
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Julia stared at her computer. Ever since the 4th Iron fist tournament ended a few years ago, everything changed.
Michelle was murdered shortly after the tournament, and she mainly relied on her collogues at the collage. But now, she felt something missing inside her, and everyday it was getting stronger and stronger.
Julia knew that someday she wanted to settle down with a family, sometime, but she was too young now, she often pushed that thought away and concentrated more on her work.
That never worked, though. Julia sighed, and leaned toward her screen. She clicked on the Internet explorer icon, and surfed through a few pages. One link caught her eye though; I mean, REALLY, caught her eye...
King of Iron Fist Tournament 5, all the details and more!
Julia quickly clicked on the link; she was instantly brought to the page. It read:
In a press conference held in an area in Tokyo, Heihachi Mishima announce that soon there will be another King of Iron Fist tournament
"I thought about it for a while now, and I decided it was time for me and all of the other fighters to join again and fight to prove to themselves that they are worthy of winning the grand prize." Heihachi stated.
The Prize is unsure of yet, but the tournament will begin sometimes in a few months.
"A few months? I have to get ready! Huh, what's this?"
Lists of fighter's names have already been released. Some participating will be:
Ling Xiaoyu
Steve Fox
King
Bryan Fury
Christie Monteiro
Marshal Law
Forest Law
Paul Phoenix
Nina Williams
Anna Williams
Hwoarang
Julia blinked. She quickly searched through her mail from the past few weeks and looked at it. A letter from Mishima Zabatsu had been buried in her mail and she never did open it. I carefully opened it to see and invitation to The 5th King of Iron Fist Tournament. She had to get to Japan and enter, as soon as possible. She needed to avenge Michelle's death, and be the best fighter there.
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It was around 10:30 P.M. when Julia got there. She was tired, and wanted to get to the hotel where all the other fighters were. She remembered where they always stayed, and walked in that direction. Before she left, she had gotten a letter of approval and was entered into the tournament.
She pushed the spinning doors and found herself in a room full of fighters.
This is a lot more fighters here then there were in the past. Weird... She sat her bags down and stretched out. She then looked around to see some familiar faces.
She then picked her bags back up and proceeded to the front counter. She got her room number, and went to find her room. She looked down to see she was number 216.
This will take me a while...
Julia took the elevator and was finally able to find her room. She was stunned when she heard some music coming from the room.
"Oh, great, their too cheap to let us all have out own rooms. Oh well," Julia took her key and shoved it through the slot, and quickly out again. The light flashed green and she walked in to find her roommate was Hwoarang. She remembered him from the previous two tournaments. She also knew he was a leader of street gang, named the Blood Talons.
"Just great, why did I have to room with him? Urgh..." Julia went over to Hwoarang and saw that he was sleeping. She moved some of his junk off the bed that she would probably have, and went over to tap Hwoarang on the shoulder.
"Hello, wake up, sleepy head!"
Hwoarang's eyes flickered and he saw a figure over him. "W-w-hat the hell!" He leaped out of his bed and got into a fighting stance. "I guess your getting antsy for a fight, huh? What? Julia? What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Yeah, nice to see you too, Hwoarang, and if you haven't noticed, I guess we were assigned the same rooms."
"Those cheap bastards. We could at least have a room to ourselves."
"Well, I guess we can't." Julia sat on her bed and unzipped her bag. "Oh, and if you even think of pulling anything on me, you will die..."
"Don't worry, Scouts honor!" He said, having a smirk creep to his lips.
How come I have troubles believing him? Thought Julia as she started to unpack.
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Well, that the end, folks! Well, of the first chappie anyways... Please Read and review! Tank ya!