AN: Hey guys! This is my latest story. I couldn't really think of an intresting title & I'm really bad at summaries anyway. So, all that aside. I hope you like it.
Lights. That's what Tokyo is full of. & people, lots of people. & at the minute, police sirens. Police cars swerved around other cars, all because of one medalling teenager.
He stood on the roof of a block of flats, staring down at the scene he'd caused. He smirked to himself, wondering what Lei Wulong thought of this. After all, hewas the one the teenager was playing games with. He chuckled, What a dumb ass. He thought, I mean, what kind of cop calls himself the 'Super Police', when he can't even find the suspect. A gust of wind blew from the west, making the white bandana holding up his hair come loose. He watched it float in the breeze, until it stopped. It'd gone straight into a girls face. He hadn't noticed the girl before; she had short, spiky, dark brown hair & was wearing a dark blue crop top, with light blue shorts, boots & gloves. She was sitting on the building next to him, her legs dangling off the edge. Her bike lying on the floor only a few feet from her. Slowly, she raised her & removed the bandana from her face. Her face was red, but not with embarrassment, but with fury.
Wow. She looks really pissed. He wondered.
"What the heck are you staring at, ginge?" she yelled
Crap. The girl had spotted him.
"Is this thing yours?" she screeched holding up the bandana
"Yeah. It is. Can I have it back now?" he asked
"I would, but you forgot to use the magic word. So, you'll have to catch me if you want it." She replied as she hopped onto her bike
"If that's how you're gonna be, then you've got yourself a challenge." He agreed.
"Good, good," she nodded, & then she started to pedal "By the way," she shouted to him as she got closer to the edge "I'm Asuka!"
"Cool. I'm Hwoarang." He replied as he watched her fly (not literally) from one building to another.
It'd been two hours since Hwoarang accepted Asuka's challenge. He'd caught up with her a couple of times, & this, was one of them.
"How long are you gonna keep this up for then?" Hwoarang asked Asuka, his red hair flopping in front of his eyes "If you haven't noticed already, I kinda need it." He said, pointing to the mop of ruffled hair on his head, while dodging a series of punches.
"Until you say the magic word." Asuka replied, executing a perfect punch in the stomach.
"So, where did you put your bike then?" he wheezed, trying to change the subject.
"I left it with my cousin. What does it matter to you anyway?" she answered with her own question
"& she is?" Hwoarang wondered
"He." Asuka corrected. Hwoarang made an action to tell her to carry on. "& he is… Jin Kazama." Said Asuka, bowing her head in shame & clenching her fists.
"Jin's your cousin? You're a Kazama?" Hwoarang exclaimed, he wouldn't have thought that Asuka was a Kazama too.
"Unfortunately, yes." She said grinding her teeth together
"Wait, you don't like him?" Hwoarang asked
"No, I absolutely love him." Asuka said, sarcasm dripping off her tongue "Of course I bloody hate him you twat!"
"Geez, calm down woman!" Hwoarang ordered, kicking her in the knee & knocking her over.
"You're gonna pay for that!" Asuka screamed, grabbing his arm & pulling him to the ground.
"Shit!" Hwoarang cussed, as he collapsed to the floor.
"Language!" Asuka said firmly
"Whatever." Hwoarang shrugged "Anyway, please can I have it back now." He pointed to the bandana, which was tied around Asuka's upper arm.
"Sure." She said, beginning to untie the bandana from her arm.
"What? You're just gonna give it to me, like that?" he asked
"Well, yeah. You said the magic word." Asuka nodded
"What? Please?" Hwoarang guessed
"Yeah. If you want something, it's always good to say please & thank you. That's what my dad would tell me when I was little." Asuka smiled
"Yeah, well, I'm not little." Hwoarang said, snatching the bandana from her grasp & walking off in to the distance, leaving Asuka on her own & glaring in his direction.
AN: Well, that's it for now. Please review. Be nice. constructive criticism is welcome.