The Devil
Once the plane took off flying, a young brown haired woman started reading a magazine. She was wearing a small white shirt, white short shorts, and some brown sneakers. Her name was Jun Kazama and she was on her way back to Japan from her vacation in Hawaii.
Jun closed her magazine once the guy sitting next to her started snoring. He was a Mexican, wearing a dirty sweat shirt, and some baggy jeans. He smelled like tacos and burritos. Jun sighed. Can I just at least get some peace and quiet? She thought, as she started gathering her things to find another place to sit. She then got up and looked around for an empty seat.
Jun found a seat next to a guy that was staring out of a window. He had a ducktail like hairstyle, and was dressed in a black tux, and was wearing some black glasses. Jun felt some evil presents in his body and he looked quite familiar to her. Then it hit her, this was Kazuya Mishima. She last had seen him at the Iron Fist Tournament. She had offered to help him to get rid of the devil that possessed him, but he had refused and nearly killed her! Though he saved her from an explosion, and she never seen him again after that.
"Kazuya Mishima?" Jun asked.
Kazuya slowly turned his head to face her. "How do you know my name?" he demanded.
"It's me, Jun Kazama," she replied.
Jun saw that Kazuya was thinking for a moment.
"Yeah, I remember you. You're that girl from the Iron Fist Tournament," he said as he glared at her. "Did you follow me?"
"I didn't follow you. Can I sit?"
"No," Kazuya looked out the window again.
Jun sat down in the seat anyway.
"I want to help you, Kazuya," Jun told him, as she fastened her seatbelt.
"I don't need your help," Kazuya didn't even look at her.
Why doesn't he want my help? She thought. She sensed the anger of the devil inside of Kazuya. The Devil seemed to not like her. I'm going to get rid of you once and for all!
"Kazuya please let- she was cut off when the plane started to shake. She sat back up against her seat with her eyes shut tight, waiting for the shaking to stop.
Then it stopped.
"Sorry about that folks. This is going to be a bumpy ride," a voice said on a speaker.
Jun sighed, relived that the plane wasn't going to crash. She looked at Kazuya and he was still staring out the window. He probably didn't take any notice of the plane shaking.
"Kazuya?" Jun asked.
"Don't try to help me. No one can and no one will," Kazuya said, as he looked at her and frowned.
"Please," she grabbed his arm.
Kazuya grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly. "I said no!"
People sitting near them were staring at them.
Jun tried to pull her wrist away, but Kazuya kept a firm grip.
Kazuya let go suddenly and turned away from her.
Jun rubbed her wrist. He didn't have to do that. He just brought attention. How come he doesn't want my help? Jun thought. She wasn't going to give up, though. But now she needed some relax.
To be continued…