A/N: Okay, I know this is going to be one weird story, but I have faith in it! Steve and Kazuya are like, totally weird, but I wanted something different. I had to do a lot of thinking, and I finally realized there is almost NOT ONE FIC of this pairing. So why the hell not:P
Disclaimer: I own do not own Tekken or any of its characters. I may own the game, but that doesn't count. :P Unfortunately.
Steve Fox, a British boxer, looked out his hotel window, very bored. It was raining, obscuring the city outside. All he could see were blurred lights, and the small rivulets of rain running down the glass pane. On rare occasions, the whole room lit up from the lighting. He could hear the faint swishing of cars roll by on the wet street; the soft pounding of thunder could be heard in the distance. Of course, this was the typical weather for Seattle, Washington.
"I sure bet this weather is perfect for running in…" he said to himself with a British accent. Steve got up from where he was sitting by the window, and went to find some running clothes in his suitcase. He unzipped it, and found that he had put everything in there all messy. He shrugged, and dug around until he found what he was looking for.
"Ah ha. This'll do for this kind of weather…" he said, pulling out a pair of windbreaker pants, and a warm jacket. He hastily put them on, wanting to be caught up in the rain. After he did this, without even bothering to put the stuff in his suitcase neatly back, he was out the door, and walking down the hallway to the outside.
As soon as he stepped outside, he was pelted with stinging, windy, rain. He winced, but decided that only a mile would be good enough this time. He started with a slow jog, and eventually picked up the pace. Not even after five minutes was he drenched with water.
Before he knew it, he was at a crosswalk about two miles away from where his hotel was. Definitely over the limit he had set himself. He was panting hard, for he had not stopped once while on the way there. He waited for the little running man to appear; the signal to go. He sighed; with all this traffic, this was going to take forever. He looked both ways before taking a chance, and started running across. At that same moment, a car came screeching around the corner, and he stopped like a deer caught in headlights. He gasped; the car about to hit him…
The car stopped, the tires burning rubber. Steve stood there, shocked. That was close…
The car door opened, and out came…Kazuya Mishima? He was wearing a black trench coat, the tails of it flapping in the wind. His expression was not one of someone who would be very happy at all…
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded in a thick Japanese accent. Steve paled, not sure how to answer that question, but decided he would just say something.
"I was running," he said simply, shrugging. Kazuya glared at him with his multi-colored eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, and raised a brow.
"Aren't you that British boxer from the tournament…?" he asked.
Steve smiled, and then nodded. "Yep, that'd be me," he said in a cheery voice. "I believe I've gone against you a couple times."
"Hn. You're obviously in this tournament as well, I see. Of course you would have to be an idiot to run in this weather," Kazuya said narrowing his eyes. He started to head back to his car, not really caring to talk to the boxer any longer.
"What can I say, I like the rain," he shrugged again, and started to follow Kazuya. "Uhh…I don't mean to be a bother or anything, but can you tell me where the Holiday Inn hotel is? Or it's called something like that…" he paused, thinking. "Yeah, that's what it's called," he said, nodding. Kazuya looked at him for a second, as though he were stupid.
"Why the hell would I know? Do I look American to you?" he asked, annoyed thoroughly with the boxer. Steve sighed, stepping back a few steps.
"Hm, alright then, thanks anyway…" he said, running across the street to the other side. It was until then that Kazuya realized many angry drivers were honking him at. He cursed under his breath, and started his car, and drove off.
He rolled his eyes just thinking about that idiotic Brit. Though…that moron sure looked good all wet. The way a few stray strands of hair stuck to his face, and the way his wet clothes were clinging perfectly off of his body. Those soft, pink lips…
Kazuya practically got a hard on just thinking about it. He figured the reason for this, was because he rarely got any action these days. He was older, but he was still sexy…right? At least that's what that sicko, Lee, always told him. But who could believe someone who has always lusted after you…? Kazuya took a turn on a random, nearby street, and turned back. He was going to take Steve home…
Steve looked at his watch, noticing the time. It was getting dark, and it was getting colder. He really wished he knew where he was. He thought he recognized a certain street, but when he turned down it, he realized that that street was definitely not where he wanted to be. It only made him more lost.
"I guess that's what I get for going out to run in a place I don't even know…" he mentally slapped himself, but continued the search for his hotel. He pulled his wet jacket closer, and shivered slightly. "Damnit, this sucks," he mumbled.
At that moment, a car pulled up beside him, and he stopped, recognizing the car. The tinted window rolled down. "Get in," said the man in the car. Steve nodded, going to the other side, and getting in. He smiled at the man.
"Thanks, you're a real life saver. I thought I was going to be wandering those streets all night," he laughed. Kazuya didn't say anything, but continued to drive.
"Where did you say your hotel was…?" he asked, turning to look at Steve.
"I believe it is Holiday Inn, or whatever." Steve shrugs. Kazuya rolled his eyes, but knew where he was going. He hoped the Brit was as stupid as he acted…
A/N: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I don't care if the review is about how much you HATE this pairing or what not. I want feedback. ;-;
