Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken and Tekken definitely does not own me. Bitches.

Ch 4: Surprise Company

One thing Baek Han-Saem prided himself in deeply was his sharp alertness and attention to detail. This included the ability to multi-task. Such simple actions of reading a business card, walking, thinking about his lost brother's whereabouts, carrying a light duffle bag and navigating through Tokyo-Narita Airport would never, ever cause him any trouble. He'd do it flawlessly in his sleep.

"OOMF!" the sound of whatever literally bounced off of Han-Saem's chest projected in sheer surprise. Today was obviously a bad day.

Han-Saem immediately snapped his attention to the heap of a Japanese girl that had just had been introduced to the tile floor, thanks to him.

"Thanks jerk! Why don't you watch where you're going?!" she yelled at him, attracting a few stares. The short Japanese girl glared up at him, creating a fairly ironic mix of innocence and pure rage as the look in her eye meant to fight, yet the very traditional school outfit screamed of fragility.

"I apologize," Han-Saem said softly, face clean of any emotion, though deep down he felt a strange sympathy for the girl who had taken the wrong side of a blunt collision. He extended his hand. "Allow me to help you up."

The girl's blood near visibly boiled at the gesture.

"I can get up myself you twit!" The girl quickly picked herself up in a half lady-like manner, ensuring her thighs stayed tight to avoid any wandering eyes to see the contents of her skirt, yet very tomboyish at the same time. Brushing herself off she realized the details of her fall. Her anger quickly turned to horror, and in an instant, immediately back to rage.

"YOU MORON! NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT FOR LUNCH?!" she pointed at the mess of rice, seaweed and various meats and vegetables protruding from a broken lunch container. Han-Saem immediately noticed her hands, equipped with blue grappling gloves, had clenched into shaking fists. "NOBODY MESSES WITH MY FOOD AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!"

Han-Saem didn't bother assuming a fighting posture, mainly because he didn't have the time and more importantly he wasn't about to fight a girl in a public airport.

*WHOO-WHOOSH! WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHA-WHOOSH!*

With nimble dexterity mastered over his years, Han-Saem quickly slipped, leaned through and ducked the flurry of fists emanating from the girl.

She's rather quick… but she isn't stopping!

Han-Saem noticed a particular punch coming his way, homing directly for his nose. Judging from her technique and speed, he knew this punch was a deal-breaker, or a nose-breaker to be more specific.

*WHAP!*

Han-Saem clenched the incoming fist just strong enough to hold it there. He did not want to hurt the girl, just catch her punch to stop her rather furious outburst. He felt her knuckles pulsing a mere inch from his face. A second later she pulled it away. He let go, perhaps at an ill-time. She stumbled slightly.

I hope that didn't piss her off more…

"GRR! Ass hole…!" she growled, still very visibly upset. Han-Saem simply stood his ground and continued to wear his mask devoid of any concern or emotion. "Aren't you gonna fight back?!"

"…no… I have no quarrel with you."

"Why not? Scared, huh?" she taunted as she posed in a rather over-dramatic posture, arm extended, pointing a rather challenging finger.

"Hm," Han-Saem barely snickered, mostly out of amusement and reluctant admiration for the girl's fighting spirit. He had to admit, he found it rather attractive. Not to mention the girl was fairly attractive in her own right.

"Oh, I get it! Can't hit a poor, helpless GIRL, can you? What's the matter? Too cute to hurt?! You think I'm CUTE don't you, you jack ass!" she mocked. She obviously wanted revenge for the spilled sushi.

"…yes." Han-Saem honestly replied. He was surprised to realize he was a bit in awe of the rare energy emanating from the Japanese girl, though he'd die before he'd show it.

"Can't hit a girl when she's asking for a fight even?! You chivalrous BASTARD!" her pointed finger retracted to once again make a fist on the last word.

"…that's not what I meant."

"Well what did you… Oh…" she realized suddenly what he deduced his own words to.

He thinks I'm cute… oh my god… don't do it… do NOT blush…

She felt her face begin to flush with warmth.

Oh no… I am blushing… AND I'M BITING MY LOWER LIP! SHIT!

She scrambled to recover, immediately folding her arms and pursing her lips. She could still feel a little warmth in her cheeks.

"Well… fine! Just watch where you're going!" she huffed.

Oh wow. He's not so bad himself… oh God… I'm gonna blush again… leave… leave NOW…

She turned rather immediately to leave with a sharp about-face.

"Excuse me, miss…" Han-Saem said softly as she turned. She stopped and halfway faced him once more.

"Yeah?" a rather meek response came, hardly the angry girl from just moments ago.

"Perhaps you can help me… I have a business card which has my destination, but I do not know the address or how to reach it…" he extended the card. "Perhaps you can tell me where to start…"

She forced a quick breath, mostly to re-gather herself, but a little to give an annoyed impression. She turned to face him again and took the card. She perked rather sharply, her eyes widening a bit as she read it.

Kazama Luxury Hotels and Suites

"Uh… why are you going there?" she asked, legitimately curious now.

"My brother has been missing since last month and someone mentioned it is the last place he had seen him," Han-Saem briefly explained. The girl squinted slightly, thinking hard.

"Was he… a fighter by chance?" she looked directly into his eyes. Han-Saem's mind grew sharp at the question.

Maybe she knows something…?

"Yes, actually… he was a participant in the King of Iron Fist Tournament," Han-Saem was reluctant to explain the details, but was growing ever more interested of how much she knew. "This is him," he handed her the photo.

"Oh… oh my…" she muttered.

"You know him?"

"Yeah… Hwoarang, right?" she bounced her finger up and down pointing at the picture. "His room was across from mine during the tournament… oh no! You said he's MISSING?!" she suddenly grew urgent.

"Yes… so you do know him… were you friends or something?" Han-Saem allowed his face to show a shade of concern.

"Well… kinda…" she shrugged. "I didn't know him well by any means but we talked a bit… I guess we kinda hit it off… in a friendly manner… same uh… attitudes and all I suppose?"

"I see," Han-Saem nodded. "Can you tell me how to get there?"

"Tell you? Screw it, I'll TAKE you there!" she immediately began to make her way, very much to Han-Saem's surprise as he quickly jogged up to catch her.

"Thanks, but uh… that isn't necessary… I can find it if you just tell me," Han-Saem called softly after her.

"Oh geez, don't get all alpha male 'I can find it myself' with me!" she rolled her eyes. "Plus, I got a bone to pick with the former owner and I gotta find him yet. Maybe someone can tell me where he is."

Han-Saem sighed quietly.

I suppose it doesn't hurt…

He caught up and walked next to her nearly in stride.

"So," Han-Saem broke a moment of silence. "To whom do I owe my gratitude?"

"Name's Asuka… Asuka Kazama… and yours?" she turned her head slightly and raised an eyebrow.

Kazama… hmm… I wonder if she's related…

"My name is Baek Han-Saem… and it is a pleasure to meet you Asuka Kazama," Han-Saem nodded to her in respect.

Baek… hmm… kinda like that other guy at the tournament… I wonder if he's related… yeah probably.

"So are you relate-"

"Hey…" he stopped her. "Wait here a minute."

"What?" Asuka turned as he began to walk to the small café. "Oh GOD! Your brother is missing and I'm offering to TAKE you somewhere and here you need to EAT?!" She continued to ramble as he paid the cashier.

"Come on! Take it- okay good you got it to go! Now can we leave or do you need to powder your- HEY!" she exclaimed mid-sentence as he shoved a plastic box into her hands. "What's this???"

"Your lunch, Asuka," he blankly stated and kept walking, leaving her in awe. "I hope you like shrimp and tuna." he called over his shoulder. She stood there for a moment to look in the box, remembering her tossed sushi as he continued to walk. Inside was three amaebi shrimp nigiri rolls next to three toro tuna temaki along with a small cup of ginger and wasabi, accompanied with a single serving juice bottle.

Wow… he even got me amaebi… and prepared as nigiri rolls! How did he know that was my favorite?

"H-HEY! WAIT UP!" she yelled as she was now the one catching up.