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Chapter 1. an alliance.
The woman stood on the other side of the street looking into the hotel. The hotel which was swimming in people who wanted to participate in the tournament. She sighed, expressing her disappointment half of them was over 40 and the other half weren't even adults.
"What a pitiful company" she stated to herself. Wearing black clothes she was hardly noticed in the busy crowd that went by her as if she did not even exist. Only a shadow to them especially to him.
Inside the hotel, the lobby.
"There is only 10 minutes left to write yourselves on the list for participating in the tournament or to turn your invitations in" a woman announced.
She stood their waiting till the time was right. Tapping her foot against the concret street. Then she saw him, he was on his way into the lobby just as she had hoped. He was dancing to her tune, she had him in control!
5…4…3…2…1…0
She crossed the street keeping her eyes focused on the lobby, she carried only one bag with her.
"10 minutes to sign up for the tournament!" she anounced once again.
The woman went up to the lobby desk and filled out a form, for participating in the tournament.
"Sakura" the secretary said looking at the woman she looked distracted by the crowd of
people in the lobby. None from the crowd noticed her, since the doors were opened and it was on time that the former ceo of Mishima zaibatsu made an apperance and spread fear among the crowd, the competitors, scarring half a dozen away, the dozen who wasn't a match for him.
"miss Sakura" she repeated herself, she turned her attention from the crowd to her. Her eyes pierced through her mind and soul making her feel naked. She looked down onto the table.
"Yes" Sakura said, looking blankely at her, quietly demanding an answer from her.
"Here miss. It's all the information you need for the tournament. And your key to your room."
She looked on the key number it was 666, she frowned, how ironic wasn't it.
She went unseen into the dark conference room. She stood in a corner where no one would take notice of her presence.
The lights where dimmed some more, and the crowds talking fell remarkbly.
A light projected on one man standing on the scene by the microphone. His back was turned and people started to recognize who it was. No one had known who had won the tournament until this very moment…
…It was jin kazma…
Sakura stood there still uneffected lifted her eyes a little to see the young man, with all his life in his eyes all there to read for anyone.
He started to talk, explaining the rules and introducing and welcoming people.
Sakura started to look around in the room and seeing who was talking to who and who actually thought they were able to remain friends after this tournament. He, jin kazma, wouldn't hold a party for the contestents which his father, Kazuya Mishima, once had held when he was the king of the iron fist. Something his grandfather, Heihachi Mishima, never did, a weakness in his eye. Which made Kazuya Mishima look like a soft good believing idiot!
He wouldn't be like that. But that was not what made Kazuya Mishima famous it was the devil gene, he was more cruel then his father, he was more evil then he had ever been. That was also what his son Jin Kazama would be famous for, when the time was right. She knew that and she looked nothing but forward to that day.
Finding the little conference boring and unsuiting, but to the amusement for the ceo of the zaibatsu, she walked out of there, with her bag, not noticing that the ceo of the zaibatsu saw her clearly in the darkness.
She went to her room taking of her coat, she stood in the room she threw her bag next to the bed. She went to the belcony and opened the glass doors, to the balcony. She breathed in the air looking beneath her, she could see the crowds of people moving swiftly and surely. They moved in their own direction like ants busy with their own tasks, not noticing each other.
She walked into her room again, and stood there on the middle of the floor, she looked around.
'bathroom next to the door, kitchen door right infront of the bed' she ended her thoughts to her new surroundings and memorised it all. Which would last for weeks, if anything took an unpleasent turn, if everything went smoothly and nothing screwed up, then it would last for months. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and she placed it on the table next to the doors to the balcony. She took of her shoes threw them next to the door, then she took her pants and threw them on the bed. She once again went out on the balcony lighting a cigarette she stood there gazing into space. She stood there for a while, getting use to the cold summer breeze, she went in again and took of her top. She stood on the balcony, only wearing her underwear. She stood their in the wind on the balcony, the wind played with her black hair and the sun reflected in her cold black hair. Her black hair only made clear how pale she actually was, pale she was but not of weak physic. Her muscles showed, but they didn't deprive her of her feminin features. Which only made her into a more devastatingly illusory creature, to look at on her balcony.
She heard a voice from the balcony beneath hers.
'the conference must have ended' she looked at the clock realising it had been more then a half hour since she left the conference hall.
The voice talked loudly on the phone, continuing out on the balcony the person. Sakura sitting on the railing could she the person, a silver haired man.
'Interesting…' she thought to herself, hearing him talk about some kind of revenge and machinery and that he would win or he would die trying, she grew tired of his talk. She took her glass of water and carefully measured with a strecthed arm. She turned it around. Letting gravity do its work, the water dropped on the mans head. He looked up not able to see her, he decided to pay his upstairs neighbour a visit.
Sakura heard a little knocking on her door, she shot her head to the doors direction. She heard another soft knock. She got of the railing, and walked slowly to the door. She again heard a soft knock. She continued, picking her kimono up on the way and finally she opened the door. She saw the silver haired man, standing there with his wet hair.
"Yes…?" she asked him who was surprised of seeing, a woman only dressed in a kimono clearly showing her underwear.
"I suppose you had a water accident?" he asked clearly puzzled by this woman.
"Oh I think I did, come in" Sakura continued smoking her cigarette undistracted.
"Then I suggested you should do damage control, otherwise you'll be seeing me again and it won't be pleasent" he said feeling irritated of this womans indifference, and going over to the tone where he threatened her.
"You never are anything but unpleasent, are you Lee?" she questioned him.
"how do you know my name?" he asked her remembering he hadn't introduced himself.
"You make youself quite noticed, mainly for failure" she exclaimed while she blew smoke "But that will change, I have a business proposal" she boldly proposed, and took a bite from an apple which she then threw to him and he catched it.
"and exactly what kind of help do think I need from you?" he said lighting his own cigarette.
"you are and always will be idiotic lee" she stated.
"That's enough…" he said placing the apple on the table, as he charged at her.
His fist was met by her fist, and his kicks met by her kicks. He threw his cigarette out of the balcony, as he got ready to fight her for real. She looked at his pathetic try, as he again charged. He was this time more advanced in movements, trying to fool her. He was lucky he grabed her arm, and pushed her up against the wall.
"want to talk about your business proposal now?" he asked her.
She smiled as she turned her hand and burned him on his arm, with her cigarette. She punched him once and twice with a strength he hadn't expected from such a delicate figure. She aimed a kick at his stomach, trying to force him down on his knees. Judging to qickly he took a hold of her leg.
Her looked at her leg and then her, he thought he saw a little smile on her lip.
He threw her to the floor and pinned her down with his own body.
"looks like I loose" she said staring into his eyes, she blew smoke into his face.
"What is your business proposal" he asked her, holding her by what would the kimono's collar.
"You want the Mishima industry, I want blood" she looked at him exhaling smoke again she offered him the cigarette. He smoke it directly from her calm hand, and loosened his grip around her collar. He placed his hands on each side of her head.
"and exactly why should I trust you?" he quistioned her. She inhaled heavily through the cigarette.
"I only want blood, and I don't care about the Mishima industry" she declared. Lee inhaled once again from the cigarette by her hands.
"what if you suddenly should want my blood" he asked her, blowing the smoke directly into her face
"I don't want your blood" she said calmly.
"I don't know if I should be offended or relieved" he joked.
"feel what you wish, but get off me" she said getting tired of him pinning her down.
He got up and extended a hand to help her up, she accepted it.
Lee walked towards the door, she stood quietly looking at him. She crushed the cigarette into the bowl.
"Consider me as your business partner" he said and he took a bite of the apple, while he closed the door behind him.
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