A/N: Another adoring Tekken fic. This fanfiction is really original -- I'm not using Tekken coupling; instead there is an original character named Jewel Starr. She's an original character and will play a big role in this entire fic. The Tekken characters that WILL be used are as follows: Paul Phoenix, Marshall Law and Forest Law. I hope you like this Action/Romance fic. If you do, please leave a comment ... or something. XD




RESET - Chapter 1: Afterwards






Those piercing blue spheres glared through the Dojo window as his date called from the taxi cab across the street, "Paul! Paul? Paul?!" she called endlessly, but he wasn't listening. He was dozed off at a picture of himself ... from two years ago. He stepped backward and raised his head to see the world 'Marshall's Dojo'. "Marshall..." he sighed as the girl at the cab sighed and grunted, "Fine! You can walk home you loser!" with that the girl hoped into the cab, slammed the door as the yellow cab drove off.

The man at the window was Paul Phoenix. He'd won the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 4, but still seemed to lack something. He'd almost brought down the damn company he'd won to the ground; so he decided to throw it to the hands of another company and get a decent amount of money for it. That what he'd do. He really had no other choise ... the times of partying and festivities weren't enough for him; and it semmed that his good friend Marshall was making it good for himself -- with his own dojo and all. A grin ran across those pink lips as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way home, "It's time to reset what I've done. Start over."

That same night Paul went home and replaced his maroon suit with his leatherbound motorcycle attire. He was still wearing the shades from before as he slipped them off and threw them to the ground, "It ain't my style," with a grin, he hopped on his bike -- revved the gas pedal and zoomed from his parking garage, into the dead of night. From this moment on, he's start his life again.

***


He'd spend the entire night out on the streets, thinking of what he'd do with his life. He was forty-eight, single, a hardhead, and at times a man whore; but he still had his own qualities. He was a man for thrist of battle, adventure and the feel of adrenaline. What he really missed was his dojo and some of his good students who'd left after King of the Iron Fist Tournament 3.

His eyes opened and his vision was blurred. He was in his room, on his bed. Paul had come home after the long drive around the city as he yawned and rolled over on his back. The other side of his bed ... empty. At times, maybe once and a while -- oh what the hell -- all the time, he wished he's wake up with a gorgeous lady next to him. Not a whore, though ... a real woman. A woman who'd love him and a woman who he could share himself to. That was such a sureal thought; he was too much of a 'loser' to ever find someone who'd love him. Bah, what was he complaining? Most of it was his fault anyway.

Paul groaned as he sat up from his bed and looked around at his extremely messy room. He should clean it something ... Eh, maybe tommorrow ... He thought as he yawned again. With a jolt, he shot up from hsi bed and made his way to his bathroom. His usual routine consisted of a quick shower, a few sprays of his favorite cologne, about an hour working on standing his hair and then getting dressed for a new day ni his biker outfit. Today would be different, though. Today he would take a nice long bath, clean himself up (like shave and fix his crooked sideburns) and find an unused cologne to wear, tie his hair in a tight ponytail and finally; dress in his black Judo outfit. This was a good start for the renewal of his life.

After a waded morning of getting ready, Paul's plans consisted of going down to Marshall's dojo and talk to him about being a teacher there. With a grin on his face, Paul hopped on his Davidson and sped out of his garage and toward the spot where that girl had called him a loser last night. As he zipped through the streets he felt the breeze shoot past his face and stop at each red light. He was feeling and looking good this day.

He drove quiet a while until he parked in front of the Dojo. He was still grinning as he hopped from his motorbike and walked elegantly towards the dojo. The minute he walked was the minute his eyes met light brown spheres staring directly at him. It was a woman, who looked very young. She had a medium muscular build, but had the curves of a foxx. Her face was round and slim. Her eyes were almond shaped, but wider -- which gave her eyes power and tranqulity. Her hips were round and he could tell she had a big butt. Her lips were thick and her hair was a dark brown that went down past her shoulder blades and curled at the end. She looked tall and surely she was American, and to be plainly honest ... the brunett that leered at him was beautiful, "Hey! Hey! Paul!" came a strong voice as Paul snapped from his hypnosis, "What bring you here, man?" It was Marshall Law and he was dressed in his own Martial Arts attire.

"Hey, Marshall! 'Sup man?" Paul laughed, shaking the hand of his good friend. "Where are all your students? I saw few of them the other night." Paul asked as the two made their way into Law's office. The girl whom met eyes with was named Jewel Starr. She was on of Law's star pupils and one of the best at the moves he'd thought her. She even knew some that he'd watched a certain friend do before ... and that was Paul. Her attacks consisted of moves from Marshall Law and Paul Phoenix -- giving her an awesome arsenol of both worlds. Paul didn't know this, though.

As Paul took a seat in one of the seats in front of Law's desk did the girl walk into the room, "Mr. Law ... may I take a break?" she said softly, "Sure. Remember you don't have to call me 'mister'. Just call me Law. And don't talk so formely, sweetie!" Law said warmly. Jewel smiled and nodded, "Sorry. It's just out of respect, you know." she bowed a bit and made her way to a small area to the side of the dojo where a coffee table with beverages and other refreshments sat.

"Who's the girl, Law? Girlfriend?" Paul joked and Law simply laughed, "Yeah right. I'm married, remember? Even though my wife is currently in China with her mother, I'm still truthful," Law said bluntly, "I was only jokin`. Don't take it so up the ass..." Paul grunted watching Law simply grin. "But really ... who is she? She's gorgeous!" Paul injected, waving his arms in a gesture, "She's my top student. She kicked my ass a while ago and hasn't been defeated by a single one of my other students. Her name is Jewel. Jewel Starr. Yeah, I know ... weird name. Anyway, she was the first to sign up with the dojo when my second attempt at a restaurant went down the toilet." Law explained as Paul listened intently, "Jewel, huh? She taken?" he grinned, "Don't even try it. Last time, my second top student, Hisaru, tried flirting with her ... he came back the second day with a black eye."

"Ouch," Paul winced at the thought, "Hard to get, huh?" he added. Law nodded and crossed his arms as he leaned back on his leather chair. "How old is she? Twenty two or something?" the blond asked, watching his Chinese friend burst into laugher, "Twenty two?! She'll take that as a compliment, Paul. It might not seem like it, but the girls FORTY-two." Paul's jaw dropped ... she wasn't that far behind; it was only by six years. Paul found himself grinning at this, but Law interruped his thoughts, "So why'd you come over? Dressed like that?" Law gestured at his Judo outfit, "Come to take classes?" Law joked, but Paul coughed, "Um ... I was wondering if I could get a job as a teacher `ere." He said hesitantly.

There was silence between the two and Law seemed to be pondering his friend serious request. "Hm ... alright. You've got the job. Why the sudden change, huh, pal?" Law smiled, standing up. "Eh ... its a long story. I'll explain later." Paul stood up as well as the two made their way to the main practice area. The whitewashed walls were glistening and the blue pads over the wooden floors gave the small dojo its very own feel. "You can start tommorrow. Today its a little slow because most student are taking breaks." Law explained as Paul gawked at the girl who's back was towards the two. Nice ass. Very Sexy. Paul grinned as Law smacked him crack side the head, "Hey! What was that for?!" he howled, "Staring," Law said quietly. Paul rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, "So why is she here?"

"Special request. She said she wanted to train today." Law said as he watched Jewel turn around and walk towards him. She nodded at Paul and smiled, "Hello." Law introduced, "Jewel, this is Paul Phoenix. Paul, this is Jewel Starr." Jewel and Paul shook hands and the blond man found himself blush. Good thing neither of them noticed his reaction. "It is nice to meet you Mist--" Jewel began, but Paul interruped, "Don't call me mister. You can just call me Paul, okay?" he said casually and she nodded with a warm smile, "Alright."

***


The day had been slow, like Law had said. Paul yawned as he watched Law and Jewel go at it for the 50 thousanth time -- everytime Jewel winning, "Very good! You're getting better!" Law said as the last fight finished. Jewel smiled and leaned toward her Master as she whispered something in his ear. Paul watched Law grin as his friend's head turned towards him, "Would you like to take the honors of fighting Jewel?" he asked, walking toward the blond. Paul blinked and stood up, "Alright. Let's go then!" Law watched him approch the girl with a grin, "Ready?"

"Fight!" Law yelled. Both fighters got into thieir fighting positions. Jewel's was a little different. Her feet were parted, her right hand was clutched in a fist down toward her waist in her left was held a few inches in front of her face in a tight fist. Her left foot was tiptioed and her back was arched inward. Their eyes connected as Paul stood motionless ... waiting for her first move. Her first move it was and it was a strong one at that. Paul felt a hard blow slam into his gut as his entire body flew back and slammed hard into the wall behind him. "Ouch!" Law grinned, watching from where Paul was formely sitting. Jewel had performed Paul's exclusive move called 'Burning Fists'. He winced as he stood, watching the brunett hop in front of him ... ready for her next move. Little did she know he was charging his own attack. He crouched down, rolled his right fist back and howled, "Burryah!" then in a flashing second his fist connected to her tight stomach and the brunett flew into the ground with a loud howl of pain. She didn't get up as Paul stood triumphantly over her. "Paul wins!" Law called, walking over to the two.

Paul was already helping his opponent to her feet as she grinned up at him, "Nice fight. You broke my record." She extended her hand and he took it, "Yeah...heh." Paul said nervously as Law slapped blond man's shoulder. "Hey! Nice work pal!" he congradulated as Paul waved him off.

***


"... So then he says, 'You're kidding me! I thought it was a dog!'" Paul finished his stupid joke as Law and Jewel laughed incoherently. They were tired, but their adrenaline was keeping them awake. They were all seated on the center of the training mat in indian style. Jewel brought her right hand up and looked down at her wristwatch. The digital numbers read 3:45 AM. "Oh damn. I'd better get going. I have to catch a tax--" Paul interruped her again, "I can take you home. No worries." He smiled and she smiled back, "Alright. Save myself my cash!" She joked as the three stood up.

After a hug for a goodbye from Jewel and a wave from Paul, the two left the Chinese man to close up his dojo and drive home in his well kept Honda Civic. Paul hopped on his Davidson as Jewel sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his stomach. She pressed her head to his back as he revved up the boke's engine and zoomed off.

"Where to?" he asked, turning his head a bit. Jewel pointed to the right, "Go there and turn left on the next turn. Go all the way down and you'll see a small house there." She explained, "Got'cha." With that the blond Judo and Martial Artist followed her directions and stopped at a cozy looking house on a residential area. After hopping off the boke and walked to her front steps, Jewel turned to face her escort. "Well ... thanks for the ride," She smiled warmly at him and bowed her head, but as she was about to turn -- Paul leaned down and planted a peck on her left cheek. "You're welcome ... G'night, Jewel." He said softly. Her cheeks turned red. He was expecting a smack, but he simply got a small smile in return, "Good night." She turned and unlocked her front door, walking in and shutting it behind her. Paul stood there for about two minutes until he realized he must look like a moron. He ran to his bike and zoomed off ... to his own home (which was a one bedroom apartment.)