Disclaimer: Tekken, Asuka nor Lili does not belong to me. If it did, I would totally make them canon. All of them belong to their respectful creators.
A/N: This is just a note for the people who've read my first AsuLili fanfic, Love Gas. Some of the things there intersects here but only on minor occassions, but they are not at all related or connected. This story is set in a different timeline and is more connected to the games than Love Gas.
For those who haven't read love gas yet, feel free to do so. ^^
Also, aside from my OTP AsuLili, I've decided to also join them with my hetero OTP Jin and Xiayou. I hope you enjoy the story.
1) Something I should've realized
There was a loud horning that came nearer to the station of an abandoned subway. The place was crawling with insects and dirty mud water. The walls were barely walls anymore as their castings have been riffed off, revealing the wood and steel under concrete.
It's only source of light was a blinking fluorescent led light above the only person in that subway.
The person was covered in a gray hooded cloth, not moving or reacting to the incoming horns and ray of light from the deep unseen cavern of the subway.
An old rusting gray colored train arrived momentarily. The train's wheels squeaked hard on the railings creating so much friction that bits of electric fire flies out to the platform. The quick run of the train made it hard to stop fast and took a lot of half breaks before it completely ceased to move.
The train had fluttered plastics and paper with its sheer speed, causing them to fall back to the floor once the wind vanished. Crumpling and scratching sounds of the sheets were filling up the audio in the subway.
The person standing walked close to the doors of the train. The person was a girl, walking in heeled boots colored in white. She stood patient for the doors to open and let her in.
First there were clunking's followed by metal brushing; the gray doors that had tainted cracked windows open mildly with constriction. The door that the girl had chosen to stand upon wasn't able to fully open. The double door metal stopped midway its limit, too narrow for even someone as slim as this girl to enter.
The hooded girl waited for the door to widen forgetting that there was a limit to how long they would say opened. All the other doors except that one was open but the girl was lazy to travel to another door.
A circular light above each door blinked three times in a row, signaling that the train is about to leave. The girl kicked the door in front of her before running the second closest entrance.
Inside the old train was an even pathetic look than the subway station. There were harldy any chairs safe to sit on while the safe ones were really dirty. The suspended seats were washed from their original color blue and have now faded to dirty white.
Disgusted and uncomfortable, the girl chose to stand holding nothing inside the train. It took all her balance to not sway and fall off to the horrible floor filled with rust and dried sediments of what seemed like vomit and blood.
The train enters another cavern of the subway, making everything pitch black inside the train. The girl was slowly losing balance as the train's deadly speed remained upgrading good thing it didn't take long before it slowed down again to stop.
The girl runs out of the door with all her might, landing on the new station coughing the bad air inside the train. This station unlike the first was much more maintained. The floors weren't made of missing debris tiles and actually looked cleaned. The walls were still concrete and painted in light yellow cream. Lights were on everywhere and there benches to sit and wait for.
An open space by the right of where the girl was standing came out a man who was wearing fatigue pants and a black sleeveless shirt. His muscles created form in his clothes and his hair was up and spiky blue. The girl wouldn't have known of his approaching if his boots didn't sound so heavy in the floor.
"Platinum Grace?" the man had a strict expression in his face. His arms are crossed showing the bare of his big biceps.
The girl held her hood and slowly took it off. Washed blonde hair flowed to her shoulders as she continued to toss away her cover. She tightened the lock of her gloves before waving some of her hair to the back and performing a curtsey.
"In the flesh" She said, lingering her accent of French sophistication.
The man was impressed now; his eyes looked up and down on the girl, blushing as he saw her wink at him. "The battle is this way." He starts to walk without waiting for the girl, but he tries to keep a slow pace to not leave her.
The girl follows him without a complaint looking around the area. They were walking deeper to the subway station, a place where a big staircase going downwards was hidden by a floor door.
The man bends down to open the door for the girl, he stretches his hand to give the girl support but the girl refuses.
"I can do this myself." She walks down so confidently to the hidden battle ring.
The room was fairly big, composing the whole underground of that station. The girl was able to catch on an ongoing fight in the ring. The fighters were inside a circle barricaded with nothing but only its slight elevation from the ground.
The judge's panel sat adjacent to the ring. In any round shape, there was no front or back but since professional brawls had judges to choose a winner. Wherever the judges was facing was where the fighters will constantly be moving, creating the substitute front of the ring.
A bell rang to end the battle, declaring a bald man to be the winner. The girl laughed to herself, mocking how easy it will be to put a bald to sleep.
The referee for the battle waved his hand for the girl to come to the ring now. The girl obeyed and jumped up with ease to reach the ring's platform.
A new fighter was called from the shadows on the dark side of the room. A man filled with skull and gore tattoo's climbed himself up with lifting his body from the lower floor with his hands. He stood up and rubbed the dust away in his palms.
The man looked menacingly at his opponent, seeing the blonde girl standing so girly made him laugh to his lungs.
"What an abhorring laugh you have." The blonde stated with a distasteful stare at the man.
The man instantly roared like an animal and readied his fists. His nose were puffing smoke, his veins were embossing through his skin. "You little Bitch!" He was still steady on his position, but his feet were shaking with excitement to take hold of the girl's body and rip it off to pieces. "I' ma show you what happens to little shitty girls who think they can talk so lowly of men!"
The blonde didn't give a reaction at all, her face was expressionless and even when she was being cursed the blonde merely cracked a grin at the man.
Two bells rang, and that meant the start of the fight. The man shouted as he launched forward to his enemy. His right arm stretches rapidly to the girl's chest. Mili-seconds, it only took that little amount of time for the girl to counter attack him.
Using the man's arm as her launcher, the blonde was able to jump high into the ceiling. Her opponent looked up and saw her coming down.
All men are the same.
Before the man could see more of what heaven is under skirts, the girl had landed her boots on his face. The heels of her boots sunk to the face of the man, stumping her feet harder and harder, eventually her opponent fell asleep to the ground.
Depraving the man of air path, and creating unfathomable tremor of stress in the most sensitive muscles of the face was the reason for the girl's victory.
As she took her prize placed inside a white envelope, the girl ripped the envelope and wrote something.
Leaving the letter on top of the man's face, the girl continued off with her prize on her hands.
The medics who helped the man to the stretcher saw the note on his face.
Not all men are lowly, just you.
The medics laughed before they placed the letter inside the man's pocket, making sure he'll read it after he wakes up.
The girl took a flight home to her mansion of a house. The girl's hometown was situated at the heart of Monaco, a sovereign city state located on the French Riviera at Western Europe.
Unlike the train junk that she rode before, she was now inside of a fancy limousine.
Having her own butler and her own driver.
Her own maids opens the gate for her, opens the front door for her, and soon one maid tells her that her father is waiting for her.
The girl sighed as she walked slowly to her father's office inside their mansion. She wished that her father is in a good mood today.
Two men stood outside a tall double oak door, wearing black suits and shades. The girl merely said "Open" for the men to bow at her before opening the door.
The room was big, and spacious. It had a mezzanine that acted as a mini library and cabinets of gold in every wall. A giant chandelier was hanging from the center of the dome ceiling with frescoes of painting. Below it, tattooed at the bronze marble floor was the biggest logo of the Rocherfort Oil Companies.
Hiding behind the darkness at the end of the room, the lone table that can be seen inside had a man seating in front of it.
A snapping sound was heard before a light opens, revealing a tall, blonde man at a comfy executive chair. He wore a tuxedo with maroon glistening jackets and slacks. Under it, he had a black vest partnered with a red necktie. His one foot was above the other, showing his black Berluti shoes which is famous for being very expensive.
Carefully, the man set down the remote he was holding. He raised his head up and made his visitor come to the center of the Rocherfort logo.
"Emilie" He stated in a calm voice. "I do not get how you find this fighting of yours to be so much of an enjoyment."
The girl who's been used to this reprimand only had a tinge of sadness about her father finding out. She has never been afraid of her father, for the man was a kind person who would never punish his daughter aside from grounding her in the house.
"It's only because you don't try to understand it daddy. You are very subjective to the arts of fighting being all brutal and violent. It is not daddy; I have never acted violent out of the rings."
The girl's father looked at her with a lost sight, he didn't know how to control his daughter anymore, and she had come to love this hobby of hers to the point of even fighting with him. Mr. Rochefort is a pacifist, a person who treats violence as unjustifiable. He had always wished to render the perfect family of sophistication and elegance, giving nothing less to his one and only child and daughter.
"There is nothing that fighting has ever done good Emilie, it is the start of wars, loses and hatred. Knowing how my little girl delves in them is my most prominent source of apprehension."
Mr. Rochefort played with a pen in his hand; the cap flew down to the floor as his finger slid it off from the tension building in his heart.
"But I am perfectly fine in that world daddy, if you would just watch me once in a battle. I will show you how fit I am to fight."
Mr. Rochefort's hand turned into a fist; he slammed it to his desk, making his daughter surprised.
"I cannot even imagine you doing kicks or punches Lili, how do you think that I would want to see you in a real fight?"
"It's my one and only hobby daddy, can you not show me more support?"
"Why couldn't it be swimming or playing the piano, the violin, gymnastics, dancing, and singing! You can do all of those Emilie, but why does it have to be fighting? The most inelegant of all?"
Without hesitation, the girl lifted her hands, perpendicular to her chest. She jumped up and twirled in the air before landing back easily on her feet.
"Was that inelegant daddy? It wasn't right? It's like gymnastics and dancing but a whole lot better"
The girl had a smile on her face now, trying hard to convince her father.
"No, Lili, you always do everything too elegantly." Mr. Rochefort couldn't help but to smile back to his daughter's warm, convincing smile. "I'm sorry my princess, I am the one at fault. If only I had saved you in time when you were kidnapped back then, you would never have learned to fight."
"I have and will never blame you daddy, I always thought it was faith that I'll learn how to fight."
The blonde father shakes his head, hating how much his daughter was so good with words to compromise him. Mr. Rochefort pushed his chair away from the table and stood up from sitting. He walked to his daughter and gave her a peck in the cheeks before embracing her.
The girl who loved no one more in the world but her father embraced him back with more passion and force. Mr. Rochefort felt the tightness of his daughters hug and tightened his own hold. The two of them laughed as they joked around with each other.
"Ok, you can let go now" Mr. Rochefort said to his daughter when it was getting hard to breathe from the tightness of her embrace. The girl immediately loosens her hands from her father's waist.
Mr. Rochefort placed his hands above the girl's shoulder, shaking her a bit. "So, where do you want to spend your summer vacation this year?"
The girl averted her eyes for a second before answering her father. "Japan"
Mr. Rochefort seemed surprised; this was the first time that Lili had asked to go to Japan. The girl never liked countries that only ate noodles. "This is a first, why do you want to go there?"
The girl bit her lip before taking something from the pocket of her white frilled dress.
She takes out a ticket attached to a letter and shows it to her father.
"I won a free training there, and I would love you forever daddy, if you let me go"
Mr. Rochefort had a really hesitant look in his face. This was enough of a sign to his daughter that he wasn't going to let her go. Quickly, the girl tries harder to convince him.
"Please daddy, please, please, please" her lips were pouting like a child. Her hands clasped with her father's like in a praying position.
"…Ok, you can go" Mr. Rochefort finally said with a big lump on his throat. He wasn't approve of his daughter getting more training than it is but he also couldn't let his princess down when she was pleading to him so much. "I hate how much you make me do what you want" He stated poking his daughter at the middle of her nose.
The girl smiled wide and happy at her father, she kissed him in the cheek before saying bye and leaving the room.
Left alone again in his big office, Mr. Rochefort went back to his seat checking the stats of his business. He was very thankful that his daughter's trip was free since he didn't have that much of money anymore to bring her anywhere grand.
They were making through just fine with the little amounts of money they have left in the bank and other small sources of money.
The man was sunk in a deep depression for a long time, and only months ago were he able to handle things calmly again. It was thanks to his daughter that he could stand in situations so hard. So, as thanks to his biggest inspiration, he would let his daughter have what she wants, even if he does not approve it.
Mr. Rochefort sighed long and heavy before going through a list of numbers, asking different people to give him loans and another chance to have business with.
The last Saturday of March slates in the beginning of summer in Monaco. The blonde mistress of the mansion of Rochefort was ready with her luggage in the early morning of eight.
Her maids were already loading her stuff in the limousine as she stood in the front door saying her farewell to her daddy.
"I'm going to miss you daddy, you better take care of yourself. Don't get into anything that will depress you and whenever you feel lonely just call me and I will even go home if needed."
Mr. Rochefort laughed at his daughter's worrywart nature. He raised his hand in order to pat his big daughter's head. For a girl at the age of eighteen, Lili was very tall but not as tall as her father whose lips are just in the enough height to kiss her in the forehead.
"I'm a big man now Lili, now go and enjoy your vacation. Make friends not enemies"
The blonde father clenched his fist and raised only his index finger. He swung his finger back and forth, motioning a don't gesture.
Lili nodded to her father and gave him a kiss. Mr. Rochefort kissed her in the cheek and embraced her tight before helping his daughter get inside the car.
One of the oldest employees of the Rochefort, a white haired man in a black tuxedo came close to Lili's father. "I will take good care of her, Sir."
Mr. Rochefort smiled at his loyal worker; he placed his hand on the pockets of his blazer and tapped the limousine. The car quickly moved, hearing the signal.
The white haired butler looked surprise as the limo left without him; his sir shifted his gaze from the car to him. Mr. Rochefort lifted his shoulders.
"She said she wanted to go alone."
"I see" The butler said, nodding to his sir.
"Let's go back inside, Sebastian." Mr. Rochefort, pointed his head to the front door and walked to its direction. The butler followed him and closed the doors behind them.
Arriving the next day at Japan due to a 15 hours flight, the girl was dizzy with the travel and didn't know where to go from the airport. She had two pink suitcases and a big pink backpack.
She tried her way with asking directions from the people in the airport but close to none were able to fully answer her in English so she had a real hard time.
Scratching her head in defeat, she took the letter of guarantee from her backpack and called the number written below.
Her cellphone didn't work though since she didn't register for roaming. Out of ideas, she checked the map and saw that her destination was actually near from the airport.
Exiting the Kansai international airport, the girl was welcomed with the humid air coming from the ocean in front of it.
"So this is the land of the rising sun…how remote" the girl said to herself, making her way to the ferry station.
The Kansai airport was built at the middle of the ocean, a ferry awaits for passengers that will cross the ocean in order to take you to the island of Osaka.
The guarantee letter noted that a service will pick up the winner when he/she arrives at the ferry station of Osaka at nine in the morning.
The girl was on time with the said schedule and as stated, a mini-van was waiting for her in the shore.
Two guys wearing black pants and white top kimono immediately helped the girl with her luggage. The girl stared in horror as the guy's just tossed her expensive suitcases at the back of the van.
"Hey, those are branded!" she shouted at the two guys who raised an eyebrow at her. It would seem that they couldn't understand her English, especially when it's coated in her French accent.
The girl face palmed herself and just waved her hand to the air. "How do you even say stupid in Japanese?"
One of the guys bowed at her and pointed his whole hand to the door, asking Lili to come inside the car now. The girl refused the guy's offer to take her hand and help her get in. Upon sitting at the cushion of the car seat at the back, she sighed seeing how old and junk looking it was.
The guys spoke in loud Japanese words that the girl was unable to comprehend anything of. In a moment, the car started to move, a loud scratching sound always came when the car was turning left or right. The girl had to cover her ears with her hands, not just because of the scratching but also because of the horrible Japanese music that the car's radio was playing.
One hour of a gruesome ride is what it took before they stopped at their destination. The girl rapidly opened the door of the car and came out, breathing the tropical air of summer in Osaka, Japan.
Taking in all the fragrance she can inhale, the girl suddenly stopped smelling and covered her nose. Her face screamed disgusting.
"Ugh, this place stinks!" She yelled, surprising the guys who were getting her luggage off the car.
One of her suitcase fell to the ground, making the girl angrier than ever but before she could scold the guys responsible, a voice calls for her to stop.
"I don't think you need to do that" The voice came from a man who was wearing a whole black kimono.
The girl discontinued her plan, understanding the person since he was speaking in English. She faced the man and gave him the guarantee letter, almost slapping it to his hands.
The man still seemed calm even after being disrespected like that, he only seems confused. He read the letter given to him and looked back to the girl.
"I see, you're the winner of our free training program. Welcome to the K-Osaka Dojo. May I know your name?"
"Emilie De Rochefort, but you can call me Lili" The girl gave a small curtsy to the man who bowed his head at her.
He then changed his view to the two guys. He waved his hand outwards to them, signaling them to leave with the girl's stuff.
"I will bring you inside the dojo to meet your instructor." The man turned back, allowing the girl to follow him from behind.
Lili walked, looking around the area. She saw a lot of Japanese walking in nice suits or either cool fashion clothes.
Well, at least these people know fashion…
She stared at the kimono that the guys around the dojo were wearing; including the man she was following.
Eww, I do not want to wear that!
Carefully, she sneaked a peak on the man's face in front of her. He's face was shaped long and a bit square, he had a sharp chin and a sharp nose. His eyes were slinky brown almond shaped while his black hair was brushed heavily to the right side.
The girl surveyed him until he stopped walking and opened a sliding door for her.
"Please, come in" He says, waiting fot Lili to enter before him.
Mildly, the girl pokes her head first, scanning the area inside. It was full of men, everywhere was men. They were training or playing, and they all wore the martial arts kimono.
When the men inside saw the girl coming in, everyone stopped what they're doing and just looked at her. Immediately the girl knew this was going to be easy.
Just look at them, bedazzled by my beauty at their first look. I will definitely make all these men bow down to me. All of them will worship me.
The girl gave a cute or rather seductive smile to everyone. It was to her greatest pleasure, as the men couldn't hide their complete temptation for her.
"So who is the lucky man that will spend all his days training with me alone, in your Tokyo branch, as stated in the letter?" Lili asked the man who's accompanied her inside.
"I'm sorry but I think we didn't say in the letter that your instructor will be a man."
"My instructor is a woman?" The girl asked, quite in shock.
"Yes, but not just any woman. Your instructor will be my daughter, considered the strongest girl here, and more known as the Kansai Peacemaker and gang mediator."
The girl had a really disappointed look in her face, Considered as the strongest girl here? Let's see about that…