Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
The hustling and bustling city where neon lights flash, and people are always on the go. Where else can you find this but Tokyo, Japan's most industrial city. Tokyo is home to mob groups, major companies, and more importantly, corporations.
The major one is Mishima Financial Empire, more commonly known as the MFE. Heihachi Mishima, head of all Mishima industries, was a cold man. He ran his bussiness with an iron fist. No one fucked with him. It was a sure death wish. His two sons, Kazuya Mishima and Lee Choalan, were just as hard as their father. The third generation of Mishima's wasn't as corrupt and cold as the previous two, and thus was considered weak. Don't be fooled, though. The two boys had a handle on things. Jin Mishima and Ken Choalan were close bussiness associates, and very rigourous fighters. They learned from their fathers, who still had control over the MFE.
"Ken, how's about we go pick up a couple girls?" asked Jin, lighting a square.
"Whatever," said Ken, who was clearly not interested.
"What's wrong, Ken? Still haven't decided on a good pick up line?" he teased. Ken chuckled. He wasn't half as daring as his cousin, who he called brother, but nevertheless, they got along fine.
"No, it's just that I don't really want to. I mean, what's so appealing about girls? Especially if you only have them for one night," reasoned Ken.
"No, brother. That's where you're wrong. That's the thrill! A new girl every night. A new personality. A new ride," explained Jin, putting on his leather jacket.
Ken sighed.
"So you in or out?" inquired Jin. Ken shrugged, and grabbed his jacket.
"That's my boy," Jin teased his younger cousin. The boys were leaving when Ken's stepmother, Fay, was standing there.
"Where are you going, Ken?" she asked, clearly concerned.
"Out," he responded. Jin walked past her. Ken followed. Fay sighed. Lee emerged behind her, and wrapped his hands around her waist.
"Don't worry honey. He'll come around," he whispered to her softly.
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Felix and Dionne sat on the side of the bridge with their gang. Dionne was the leader, and the rest of them were known as the 'devoted peanut gallery'. They called themselves 'Flaming Dragons'. Although Dionne didn't really like the name, it didn't bother her. She cared about their pride, and their reputaion all over Japan and Korea. They had just come from busting a few windows in the parking lots of Seoul. Derek stood up, and approached Dionne.
"What are we going to do? Should we wait for Hwoarang? It appeared that they chickened out," he said slowly. Nokio nodded in agreement. Dionne glared at each of them.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? They didn't chicken out. They're just late. For this, the toll is raised 10%," muttered Dionne angrily. Felix grinned. Drew shrugged, and backed off. Hwoarang and his gang of 'Street Sweepers' came on motorcycle.
"Thought you guys had punked out," said Felix lowly to Charlie. He looked at her, then lowered his eyes.
"Listen ma, save your talk for later. Now, who's the leader of this Mickey Mouse club?" mocked Hwoarang.
No one answered.
"Wait. I remember, some dude you punks call Dionne. Where is he?" asked Hwoarang, looking among the opposing gang.
"I'm right here," called out Dionne, emerging from behind her gang. Hwoarang lowered his glasses down under his eyes.
"You are Dionne?" he choked out, intirely too shocked for words. Dionne nodded. Hwoarang cracked up, and the gang followed suit. All of the guys hooted with laughter. Dionne clenched her jaw, and balled a fist.
"Dionne? The notorious gang leader? A chic?"
Dionne licked her lips, and sent a fan kick to his stomach. He went flying on his back.
Dionne spoke something foreign in what Hwoarang believed to be Spanish, and snapped her fingers. The gangs were at it. Everyone was equally matched with knives and sharply honed kicks. When Hwoarang finally recovered from the kick, he went after his aggressor. She smiled at him ruthlessly, but he surprised her. He swept her feet, and she fell. He kicked her in the stomach, causing both gangs to stop figting, and to form a circle around their leaders. Dionne got up, and her eyes were burning with rage. She lunged for Hwoarang, but he dodged her, and grabbed her by her short hair. She yelped, and he brought her face to face with himself. He looked into her dark eyes, and saw anticipation. However, his next move was highly unanticipated. He kissed her. Both gangs hooted, and cheered the kiss. Dionne moved away from him, glaring.
"Son of a bitch! Get out of here! This is our territory!" stated Dionne after a seeming lifetime of silence.
Hwoarang looked at her, "Fair enough, babe,"
"Home team 2, visitors zip!" celebrated Seth. Hwoarang and his gang were mounting their bikes, and Dionne was smiling, and touching her lips gingerly. She looked back at Hwoarang, and he caught her gazing. He smiled at her, and suddenly, there was a gun shot. It pierced Dionne directly in the chest. She flew back, and Felix screamed. She ran to her sister. Hwoarang frowned, and ran to Dionne. There was a squad car coming, though, so he looked down at her. Her eyes rang of shock, and fear of an injured animal. He smiled ruefully, and kissed her lips softly. His gang had already been half mile away by the time the cop came out. He ran to his bike, and rode off. His legs barely gripped the brakes, and he revved the motor. He was gone in an instant.
Rather than trying to arrest the hoodlums, the officer called in a chopper for Dionne. The rest of the gang scattered before the interrogations could begin.
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Jin woke up in his bed, and saw Ken fast asleep on the bed perpendicular to his. He grinned, and shook Ken to life. Ken woke up, and ran his fingers through his hair.
"7AM, bro, time to get up," said Jin cheerfully, getting his gi out. Ken's honey blonde hair was spiked slightly, and his moss green eyes were blood shot.
"Jin. How in the fucking hell can you be up at seven AM, when you just went to bed two hours ago???" yelled Ken groggily. Jin shrugged. Ken stuffed his head back under the pillow. Jin shook his head. Fay walked in.
"Good morning, boys. Breakfast is ready," she stated softly.
"Thanks, Fay," remarked Jin. Ken had dozed back off. Fay nodded, and walked off. She came back in when Jin was gone, though. She sat on her stepson's bed, and watched him until she finally shook him awake.
"What?" he shouted angrily. Fay jerked back, a bit hurt.
"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart," She offered kindly again.
"Well, maybe I'm not," he said, dozing back off again.
"Ken! You have to get up! You and Jin have to go do some volunteer work at the hospital today," Fay cried at him. Ken ignored her. Lee walked by the room, and saw the scene. He walked in the room.
"Up," he muttered lowly. Ken sat up, sighing, and glaring at his father.
"I think Jin is turning our son into a deluinquant," he said softly.
He kissed Fay, and then they stopped when the bathroom water stopped. Lee took Fay's hand, and led her to the kitchen.
Ken was getting ready. He put on a pair of jeans, and a red shirt with the word, 'Thrasher' in black letters. He pulled on his work boots. After all, with his father, volunteer work could be cleaning cow shit. Ken smiled at his thought.
"Think of it this way, Ken. You might meet a girl," he teased himself in the mirror. He sighed deeply, and Kazuya passed by the room.
"Hello, Ken. Aren't you coming to breakfast?" scoffed Kazuya.
"Yeah, I'm coming," he said, still cowering from his uncle's cold stare. Ken followed his uncle after a few minutes.
"You know, Jin isn't the best person in the world to look up to," started Kazuya slowly.
"What are you trying to say, uncle?" he asked, looking at Kazuya.
Kazuya sighed. "You'll learn," he muttered. Ken looked at him, but Kazuya just glared back. Ken looked straight, and lowered his eyes. They arrived in the kitchen after a few minutes. Ken sat down next to Jin, and looked at the plate in front of him. Pancakes, eggs, ham, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Jun sat on the other side of Ken.
"Looks great, Jun," he complemented her.
"Show me, by eating every bit," she grinned. Fay sat opposite of him. He looked at her, who was staring into the eyes of his father, and cleared his throat. Both his father and Fay looked up. He drank his orange juice, and ate. Jin had wolfed everything down.
"That was great! Anymore?" he asked, rubbing his stomach.
"Jin!"
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The hustling and bustling city where neon lights flash, and people are always on the go. Where else can you find this but Tokyo, Japan's most industrial city. Tokyo is home to mob groups, major companies, and more importantly, corporations.
The major one is Mishima Financial Empire, more commonly known as the MFE. Heihachi Mishima, head of all Mishima industries, was a cold man. He ran his bussiness with an iron fist. No one fucked with him. It was a sure death wish. His two sons, Kazuya Mishima and Lee Choalan, were just as hard as their father. The third generation of Mishima's wasn't as corrupt and cold as the previous two, and thus was considered weak. Don't be fooled, though. The two boys had a handle on things. Jin Mishima and Ken Choalan were close bussiness associates, and very rigourous fighters. They learned from their fathers, who still had control over the MFE.
"Ken, how's about we go pick up a couple girls?" asked Jin, lighting a square.
"Whatever," said Ken, who was clearly not interested.
"What's wrong, Ken? Still haven't decided on a good pick up line?" he teased. Ken chuckled. He wasn't half as daring as his cousin, who he called brother, but nevertheless, they got along fine.
"No, it's just that I don't really want to. I mean, what's so appealing about girls? Especially if you only have them for one night," reasoned Ken.
"No, brother. That's where you're wrong. That's the thrill! A new girl every night. A new personality. A new ride," explained Jin, putting on his leather jacket.
Ken sighed.
"So you in or out?" inquired Jin. Ken shrugged, and grabbed his jacket.
"That's my boy," Jin teased his younger cousin. The boys were leaving when Ken's stepmother, Fay, was standing there.
"Where are you going, Ken?" she asked, clearly concerned.
"Out," he responded. Jin walked past her. Ken followed. Fay sighed. Lee emerged behind her, and wrapped his hands around her waist.
"Don't worry honey. He'll come around," he whispered to her softly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Felix and Dionne sat on the side of the bridge with their gang. Dionne was the leader, and the rest of them were known as the 'devoted peanut gallery'. They called themselves 'Flaming Dragons'. Although Dionne didn't really like the name, it didn't bother her. She cared about their pride, and their reputaion all over Japan and Korea. They had just come from busting a few windows in the parking lots of Seoul. Derek stood up, and approached Dionne.
"What are we going to do? Should we wait for Hwoarang? It appeared that they chickened out," he said slowly. Nokio nodded in agreement. Dionne glared at each of them.
"What in the hell is wrong with you? They didn't chicken out. They're just late. For this, the toll is raised 10%," muttered Dionne angrily. Felix grinned. Drew shrugged, and backed off. Hwoarang and his gang of 'Street Sweepers' came on motorcycle.
"Thought you guys had punked out," said Felix lowly to Charlie. He looked at her, then lowered his eyes.
"Listen ma, save your talk for later. Now, who's the leader of this Mickey Mouse club?" mocked Hwoarang.
No one answered.
"Wait. I remember, some dude you punks call Dionne. Where is he?" asked Hwoarang, looking among the opposing gang.
"I'm right here," called out Dionne, emerging from behind her gang. Hwoarang lowered his glasses down under his eyes.
"You are Dionne?" he choked out, intirely too shocked for words. Dionne nodded. Hwoarang cracked up, and the gang followed suit. All of the guys hooted with laughter. Dionne clenched her jaw, and balled a fist.
"Dionne? The notorious gang leader? A chic?"
Dionne licked her lips, and sent a fan kick to his stomach. He went flying on his back.
Dionne spoke something foreign in what Hwoarang believed to be Spanish, and snapped her fingers. The gangs were at it. Everyone was equally matched with knives and sharply honed kicks. When Hwoarang finally recovered from the kick, he went after his aggressor. She smiled at him ruthlessly, but he surprised her. He swept her feet, and she fell. He kicked her in the stomach, causing both gangs to stop figting, and to form a circle around their leaders. Dionne got up, and her eyes were burning with rage. She lunged for Hwoarang, but he dodged her, and grabbed her by her short hair. She yelped, and he brought her face to face with himself. He looked into her dark eyes, and saw anticipation. However, his next move was highly unanticipated. He kissed her. Both gangs hooted, and cheered the kiss. Dionne moved away from him, glaring.
"Son of a bitch! Get out of here! This is our territory!" stated Dionne after a seeming lifetime of silence.
Hwoarang looked at her, "Fair enough, babe,"
"Home team 2, visitors zip!" celebrated Seth. Hwoarang and his gang were mounting their bikes, and Dionne was smiling, and touching her lips gingerly. She looked back at Hwoarang, and he caught her gazing. He smiled at her, and suddenly, there was a gun shot. It pierced Dionne directly in the chest. She flew back, and Felix screamed. She ran to her sister. Hwoarang frowned, and ran to Dionne. There was a squad car coming, though, so he looked down at her. Her eyes rang of shock, and fear of an injured animal. He smiled ruefully, and kissed her lips softly. His gang had already been half mile away by the time the cop came out. He ran to his bike, and rode off. His legs barely gripped the brakes, and he revved the motor. He was gone in an instant.
Rather than trying to arrest the hoodlums, the officer called in a chopper for Dionne. The rest of the gang scattered before the interrogations could begin.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Jin woke up in his bed, and saw Ken fast asleep on the bed perpendicular to his. He grinned, and shook Ken to life. Ken woke up, and ran his fingers through his hair.
"7AM, bro, time to get up," said Jin cheerfully, getting his gi out. Ken's honey blonde hair was spiked slightly, and his moss green eyes were blood shot.
"Jin. How in the fucking hell can you be up at seven AM, when you just went to bed two hours ago???" yelled Ken groggily. Jin shrugged. Ken stuffed his head back under the pillow. Jin shook his head. Fay walked in.
"Good morning, boys. Breakfast is ready," she stated softly.
"Thanks, Fay," remarked Jin. Ken had dozed back off. Fay nodded, and walked off. She came back in when Jin was gone, though. She sat on her stepson's bed, and watched him until she finally shook him awake.
"What?" he shouted angrily. Fay jerked back, a bit hurt.
"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart," She offered kindly again.
"Well, maybe I'm not," he said, dozing back off again.
"Ken! You have to get up! You and Jin have to go do some volunteer work at the hospital today," Fay cried at him. Ken ignored her. Lee walked by the room, and saw the scene. He walked in the room.
"Up," he muttered lowly. Ken sat up, sighing, and glaring at his father.
"I think Jin is turning our son into a deluinquant," he said softly.
He kissed Fay, and then they stopped when the bathroom water stopped. Lee took Fay's hand, and led her to the kitchen.
Ken was getting ready. He put on a pair of jeans, and a red shirt with the word, 'Thrasher' in black letters. He pulled on his work boots. After all, with his father, volunteer work could be cleaning cow shit. Ken smiled at his thought.
"Think of it this way, Ken. You might meet a girl," he teased himself in the mirror. He sighed deeply, and Kazuya passed by the room.
"Hello, Ken. Aren't you coming to breakfast?" scoffed Kazuya.
"Yeah, I'm coming," he said, still cowering from his uncle's cold stare. Ken followed his uncle after a few minutes.
"You know, Jin isn't the best person in the world to look up to," started Kazuya slowly.
"What are you trying to say, uncle?" he asked, looking at Kazuya.
Kazuya sighed. "You'll learn," he muttered. Ken looked at him, but Kazuya just glared back. Ken looked straight, and lowered his eyes. They arrived in the kitchen after a few minutes. Ken sat down next to Jin, and looked at the plate in front of him. Pancakes, eggs, ham, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Jun sat on the other side of Ken.
"Looks great, Jun," he complemented her.
"Show me, by eating every bit," she grinned. Fay sat opposite of him. He looked at her, who was staring into the eyes of his father, and cleared his throat. Both his father and Fay looked up. He drank his orange juice, and ate. Jin had wolfed everything down.
"That was great! Anymore?" he asked, rubbing his stomach.
"Jin!"
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