KuniYoshi Series
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Written by:
Tammie
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Prologue

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A/N: My first Tekken fic. This one features the mysterious pair known as Kunimitsu and Yoshimitsu. I decided to make it the KuniYoshi Series because this is going to be a long and fun-to-read series on the two. It will include: Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure, Humor and Dry Comedy. Enjoy! ^_^

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Her body was draped in violet pants and her bust protected in a softer toned violet, sleeveless shirt. Strapped boots and flaring orange hair which was tied in two elegant pigtails. Her face hidden behind a Japanese feline faced mask. She held a small blade in her right hand as the woman watched a robotic looking male who practiced with a glowing blue sword below the snow draped tree branch she sat on. Her name was Kunimitsu and her eyes were focused on a man named ... Yoshimitsu.

Kunimitsu didn't take her eyes off him. Her thighs trembled from the exhaustion of being perched on that thick, oak branch for so long; but the somewhat young woman kept her balance. Kunimitsu was a member of the Manjito crime syndicate. But when she stole for her own self-interest, she was expelled by the leader, Yoshimitsu. Even after that, she continued to steal without reforming. Her reason for entering the tournament is to plunder the treasure that Heihachi stole from the Native Americans. She was a skilled thief and loves things that would profit only herself. She still wanted Yoshimitsu's sword.

Her lips trembled behind her mask from the fierce cold. Why wasn't he ever affected by the change in weather? Maybe it was his damn armor. She didn't care either way. She hated Yoshimitsu, but deep inside ... in the last corner of her particularly dry heart lay a strand of deep love for him. After being booted from the Manji Clan because of her selfishness -- she was now an outcast. An exhale escaped her nearly frozen lips and below; Yoshimitsu stopped in his tracks.
"Damn ..." she breathed, still perched on the tree. Her eyes didn't leave the Manji Clan Leader, but in a mere second; he'd disappeared before her eyes and then ... she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around abruptly and came face-to-face with his skeletol-like mask, "Boo!"

Kunimitsu stumbled backward, lost her balance, tripped and fell down to the hardened snow below. Yoshimitsu grinned through his own mask and jumped down, landing over her -- his feet plastered on either side of her waist as he hovered over the fallen cat-maked woman. "Aww ... did I scare you?" A harsh and heartless grunt came from the orange haired woman as Yoshi stepped back and she performed an elusive backwards cartwheel; landing on her feet. "Funny move, Yoshimitsu."
"Yeah! I know. Wasn't it hilarious?!" Yoshi exclaimed ... clearly he was being a sarcastic jerk. She stood silent, her eyes--hidden behind the mask's protection--moved towards his sword, which he held tightly in his hand. "What are you doing here? Come back for another beating?" He said, glaring at her. "No. You know what I want and I won't rest until I get it." Kuni hissed, her body tensing. "Is that so ... well, the only way you'll get my sword is if you fight for it. A long and hard fight. Hey! Maybe I'll let you back into the Manji Clan ... just to show that I forgave you for your stupid mistakes." Kunimitsu was frozen in place. Return to the Manji Clan? There was no way. But this orange-haired girl wouldn't give up so easily. "Let's go then, Yoshimitsu."