The Red-Headed Rogue

Disclaimer: I don't own any Tekken characters because they all belong to Namco...


Chapter I

Christie sat on the sofa, waiting for Eddy to come home. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. It was much to early for him at the moment. Usually, he only came home after eight on weekdays.

What was the point in being married if you never got to see your husband? That was a question that Christie often mulled over. She had been married to Capoeira teacher and family friend, Eddy Gordo for almost two years now. But lately, things had been getting a little sour between the two.

Her cell buzzing into life awoke Christie from her reverie.

"Hello?"

"Hi babes, it's me!"

Christie smiled at the sound of Julia's voice. They had been best friends for almost eight years now, and did basically everything together. But Julia had gone back to Arizona for a while to do some more forest rejuvenation stuff in her lab down there. Christie had missed seeing her everyday since she had gone.

"Thank god Jules! I was quietly going crazy!"

"How comes? Is everything going okay with you and Eddy?"

The Brazilian paused. How could she answer that one? "Yes and no."

"No in what way?" Julia persisted.

"No in that he can be so ignorant! He goes to work like, eighteen hours a day and then, when he's home, he's just sooo... argh!" Christie squealed, her voice full of annoyance.

Julia tried to calm her friend down, reassuring her that everything would be okay like she always did when Christie went a little mad. And Christie just believed her and calmed down, like she always seemed to do whenever she was being reassured.

They chatted a little more about menial stuff until Christie heard the front door go. Eddy was home.

"Hmm... look who's home. How about I call you tomorrow okay? Give you guys some time to talk things over." Julia offered, sounding reluctant to leave the conversation so soon.

Christie sighed. "Alright babes, but remember to call me, okay?"

"Ha! Like you would let me forget!" Julia giggled, causing Christie to break into helpless laughter.

They said their goodbyes and hung up, just as Eddy was coming into the living room, his feet already bare and sporting just a tight black
wife-beater and some jeans.

"Hey baby," he smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. He brandished the hand that he had been holding behind his back, showing her a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "For you."

Christie allowed a little smile to appear at the sight of the blossoms. She loved nature, and flowers were just about one of her most favorite things to look at in the world. She had always gone flower-watching back when they lived in Brazil. "Thanks."

Eddy sat forcefully on the sofa, grabbing a chocolate from the bowl they always kept in the middle of the table and popping it in his mouth. He turned on the TV, switching it to a sports channel and then settling down, his feet up on the arms.

"Yess! What a shot!" He shouted at the screen, stuffing another candy into his mouth.

Christie sighed and made her way to the en-suite kitchen. She had gotten used to this now. He would come home, give her a kiss and then watch television. There wouldn't be any proper conversation. She couldn't remember the last time he had asked her how her day had gone. And she hadn't bothered confronting him because that would only cause more problems. She had learnt to brush it aside now. It was as if Steve and Julia were the ones she was married to; she told them everything and they would always listen. She could always rely on them. In fact, what she wanted right now was to be cuddled and told that everything would be alright.

She managed to find an unused vase for the bouquet she had received. After filling it up with water, she carefully put the floret in, marvelling at their beauty. They smelt wonderful as well. Just the thing that could cheer her up when she was in a pissed off mood like this; a mood where she wasn't sure whether she was going to scream or just burst into tears.

The sound of her grabbing her keys off the hook caught Eddy's attention, and he turned from the basketball game he had been previously engrossed in. "Where you going babes?"

"To Steve's. I'll be back later," Christie replied dismissively, taking her purse from the floor where it had fallen.

"Baby, are you alright? You don't sound so happy."

Christie snorted. "Now that would be the first time you've asked me a personal question in... ooh, eight months? I'm fine. You just get back to the oh-so-important game you're so in love with."

Eddy sighed. "Hey baby don't-" The sound of the front door slamming cut him off as Christie made her way into the cool night air towards her car. Good. Let him be guilty. He could grovel to her when she got back.


"Foxy, open the door, it's me!" Christie hammered the wood a few more times. She hoped he was in.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!"

The door opened wide enough for Christie to see Steve in just a pair of boxing shorts, grinning down at her, his shoulder-length blond hair smoothed back in it's usual pretty-boy style.

"Hey sweetheart, how's it going?" The British boxer enquired, gently pushing her into his warm apartment.

"Fucking awful, that's how."

"Aw, how comes?" Steve asked, grabbing a bottle of brandy from his liquor cupboard and offering it to Christie, who took it with a grateful smile, swigging from the half empty bottle.

"Eddy is such a dick! He comes home after working at that goddamn place for the whole day, only to jump onto the sofa and watch television, without evening bothering to give a care to how I, his wife, might be feeling!"

Steve joined her on the sofa, stroking the Brazilian's chocolate waterfall of hair. She leant against his muscled chest, a sigh escaping her. "Why can't all guys be like you, Foxy?"

"Because my dear, I'm afraid I'm one of a kind," the boxer joked around.

"Mm, I suppose you are."

"But listen darling, I think you should give him a chance. He's a decent guy and I'm sure you know that deep down, otherwise, why would you have married him?"

Christie shrugged. "Because I was young, blind, and stupidly in love with my Capoeira master, and was delighted when I found he loved me back. It was too early for us to get married, and I suppose I knew that deep down at the time, but like a total dumbass, my heart overruled my head. And now look where it's gotten me."

"I'm sure it's not that bad Chris, just give him a chance. Us blokes, we don't always think as we should. Or... as you girls would like us to think, at least. I'm sure Eddy doesn't mean to be so insensitive. Have you spoken to him about it?"

Christie sighed. "No. And I know I should do but sometimes, I feel I won't be able to have a decent conversation without yelling or something."

Steve nodded. He was such a good friend, and never thought badly of her. Christie and Julia loved him to bits. "Well try again. You don't have to say much. Just tell him how you feel, that's all, I'm sure when he realises what he's done, he'll make an extra special effort not to do it again."

Christie reached up to give the handsome blond a kiss on the cheek, her arms wrapped around him. "What would I ever do without you, Steve?"

Steve grinned, the blush from his cheeks were he had been kissed already gone as his more mischevious side took over. "No idea, but I wouldn't like to see you, let me tell you that!"

He swiftly dodged Christie's hand as she tried to slap him.


So the first chapter is done guys, hoped you enjoyed it! Next one will be up very soon so hold up! Until then, review for me please!