Hi. It's me again. It kind of hard to think of a whole new storyline for a Tekken character, so I guess I could only complete the story in a few weeks, or months (I'm not sure). Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2: New Arrival

- Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are landing in Narita International Airport. - The voice of the flight attendant woke Holden Vineyard up from his slumber. He had been sleeping from the start of the journey at Toronto Pearson International Airport. He yawned lazily and got down the plane, retrieving his luggage.

Holden got in a taxi and asked the cab driver to take him to Mishima Central Grand Hotel, where-to his knowledge- would be the place the participants of the King of Iron Fist tournament would stay during the tournament. He stuffed the earphone into his ears and the iPod shuffled him his favorite song, "Who Wrote Holden Caulfield" by Green Day. He liked it because he felt it was almost likely about him: "There's a boy who fogs his world and now he's getting lazy/ There's no motivation and frustration makes him crazy/ He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting/
Someone help him up or he's gonna end up quitting"

Anyway, when he arrived at the Mishima Central Grand Hotel, Holden showed the invitation to the reception deck, and the hotel security guard led him to the special hall in block F, where the participants would stay during the tournament. Most of them had been already there. Silently Holden chose a small table in the corner of the hall. The hotel attendant distributed the room keys to the participants. Holden received his key card in silence, he wanted to say nothing. All he had in his mind was his brother B.D- the person whom Holden respected a lot, and his hometown Napanee. He didn't want to be here in the first place, but he had to.

Holden decided to go to his room. He initially wanted to catch an elevator ride, but it was crowded, yet he did not want to talk with anyone in the tournament. So he lit a cigarette (he smoke like hell) and picked his luggage up, walking up the stairs. Luckily enough, when he reached the third floor he found an empty lift, and rode straight to the 40th floor. He slipped the keycard in, kicked the door open and left his luggage on the floor, not intending to unpack it first. Instead he lowered the air conditioner temperature to 16°C, and threw himself on the bed, thinking back of his hometown. "Damn, I can't stop thinking about it." He thought. The thought led him to his brother in the hand of the Mishima Zaibatsu, and he wondered if B.D as alright.

His thought exhausted him, he assumed. He lit another cigarette and lazily lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Thoughts maneuvered in his mind. He sensed that the whole thing would not end happily as they always said in fairy tales, and that his intuition might be wrong this time. However, he not intended to back away. Gradually he fell to sleep.

Several hours later, Holden woke up because of a night mare. He saw himself shooting his own brother. He lowered the temperature again to 10°C and immediately felt relaxed. Chilly air always soothed him well.

As there was a mini bar in each hotel room, he felt he deserved some drink. : "At least they have scotch and soda. I can barely bite back the thirst for them anymore"- thought Holden as he gulped the mixture of scotch and soda. Everybody, including his parent, said it was such a rare taste, but Holden didn't mind at all; he had always been "the king of all the said and done" and it did not bother him though. Again he lay on the bed and slept without any nightmare.

The next morning Holden awoke with a much better and more optimistic state of mind. As he got dressed he chose his favored clothes: an old long military-style overcoat, formal white shirt tucked in a pair of torn jeans, steel-covered Converse All Star and a pair of steel gauntlets. He, of course did not forget the green hunting cap that he always wore backward.

Holden got down to the main hall to get the tournament schedule while going for a breakfast.

His first fight was against Bryan Fury.