Disclaimer: Why yes, yes I do own Tekken…did I manage to delude you guys, too?
Chapter Four: The Dating Game
Julia considered herself to be a good person. She helped people whenever she could, worked hard, and was generally selfless. And that wasn't including the fact that she was one of the few people who entered the tournament for a good cause. Who had helped Kuma after his rejection from Panda and a beating from Paul? Sure as hell wasn't Marduk. And who consoled poor Ling after Bryan stole her ice cream? Wasn't Jin.
Along with being a good person, Julia was also an excellent daughter. She helped her mom with chores without complaint, celebrated every birthday and mother's day with a heartfelt card and gift, and listened and consoled said mom when she went into one of her bloody raging fits without the slightest warning.
Julia muttered under her breath, throwing open the doors of the dreaded Mishima school. Her usually calm eyes were narrowed as she glared left and right before marching her way in.
Okay, so Heihachi had helped the dumb bear and Miharu had to listen to Xiao's wailing, at least Julia hadn't actually done the damage.
Yes, Julia was (usually) a good, tolerant person. But there were some things even Julia couldn't tolerate, not even for her mom.
"MOM!" Julia yelled, stomping down the tiled school hallway. Most students were quick enough to get out of her way, but Forest and Yoshimitsu unfortunately found themselves jammed into open lockers.
"MOM!" the incensed girl repeated.
"Julia, what's wrong?" Julia whipped around to see her mother grabbing a few books from her locker with a grin on her face. "You look angrier than Lei the time I set him up with femme Mokujin." she recalled the cop's expression with a chuckle. Julia rolled her eyes.
"Mom, are you really dating Dragunov?" Julia wasted no time in asking.
"He actually prefers to be called Sergei-" Michelle started, but Julia's groan drowned out the rest of her sentence.
"Mom, you can't date him, he's a freak!" Julia complained. Michelle sighed and put her hands on her hips.
"I didn't think I'd raised you to be so superficial, Julia." Michelle said haughtily.
"I'm not, but mom, there are limits, standards, rules!" Julia cried, throwing her hands into the air in exasperation. Michelle raised an eyebrow.
"And just what's wrong with him, Julia?" she asked in a very not-interested tone.
"I'm pretty sure he tried to kill Jin!" Julia replied.
"So? From what I've seen, everyone hates him," Michelle said. Jin, who was walking behind her, frowned.
"That's just what I needed to hear," he muttered to himself before continuing on his not-so-merry way.
"Mom, you're so tactless!" Julia scolded.
"Oh, he already knew it." Michelle replied, waving a hand dismissively. Julia was about to say something, but Michelle interrupted her. "Wait, why are you getting so defensive about Jin?" she asked, a slow smile forming on her face. An angry blush spread over Julia's cheeks
"This isn't about Jin! This is about you dating stupid Dragunov!"
"I never said it was about Jin, I was thinking it had more to do with you," Michelle said smugly. Julia finally understood what her mother was implying.
"You've got to be kidding me." she said dryly. "Mom, I don't like-"
"Jin and Julia sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Michelle taunted.
"Ugh, forget it!" Julia seethed, turning on her heel and walking off. Unknown to the Changs, Miharu and Panda had been just around the corner, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Ooh, wait till Xiao hears about thiiiiiisssssss." Miharu whispered, and Panda nodded gravely.
Julia was still storming down the hall when she heard a taunting laugh to her right. Somehow knowing it was directed at her, she turned, almost hoping for a fight only to be met with the sight of Bryan leaning against a locker. She sneered but decided to continue walking; she was sure that even at seventeen, Bryan was a force to be reckoned with.
"You're going about it the wrong way."
"Excuse me?" she asked, reluctantly turning back to him.
"You can't tell her not to date him, that's only gonna make her want him even more, dumbass." he replied sagely.
"Well what would you do, since you're so knowledgeable on the subject?" Julia snapped.
"Send someone more interesting her way," Bryan shrugged. "Look around, there's plenty of losers who'd meet your standards." Julia rolled her eyes and walked away, but secretly contemplated his advice.
She had always thought her mother would do well with a man like Baek; he was kind, hard-working, intelligent, and very patient (he had to be, to mentor a lunatic like Hwoarang). Not to mention, if Marshall was telling the truth, he also had a slight crazy streak, which meant Michelle wouldn't get bored with him.
The more Julia thought about it, the more she liked it. All she would have to do was put that big brain of hers to work, and she was sure it could happen. Content with her new idea, she strolled to her locker without so much as a glare.
Fifteen minutes later, Bryan walked through the door of the theater classroom and took a seat next to Lei. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest before whispering: "I hooked you up."
"Really?" Lei asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait, it better not be with Janet." he said, face darkening at the thought.
"Relax, stooge." Bryan said, rolling his eyes. "It's with Chang."
"Which Chang?" Lei asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"The older one, now shut up," Bryan ordered. "the sound of your womanly whining irritates me." Lei glared, but did as he was told. Bryan, in the meantime, took a few minutes to appreciate himself. If he wasn't so damned smart, he'd be surprised at how great his manipulation skills were. Sure, he'd told Julia that there were plenty of losers, but she would inevitably narrow her list of losers to just one loser, and that loser would be Lei. She would probably rule out Paul first, since he was practically a bum. Then Marshall, since he was married. Kazuya was also taken, and if he wasn't, he was still creepy. Baek was almost normal, but Hwoarang would come with that territory, and Bryan was positive that Julia would rather die than interact with him outside of tournaments. Lee was too much of a prissy pervert and both Changs hated Ganryu. That left Lei.
And seeing Lei get involved with a mess as bad as Michelle and Dragunov, that would be downright hilarious.
"Good morning class," the blonde vampire sped into the room and dropped his things behind his desk. Standing in front of the chalkboard, he clasped his hands together.
"I've good news and bad news, today." he informed the unenthused class.
"Bad news first," Kazuya demanded. Sasayaki ignored him.
"The good news is, I've counted all of the ballots." he said, giving a very fake smile to the class. It dropped from his face as he went on to add: "The bad news is, you're all incompetent, and not one of you voted for anything on the board!"
"They were all stupid," Miguel stated, and most of the fighters nodded in agreement.
"Well then, I hope you're all happy with the results. Granted, over half of you voted for subjects such as: 'this is gay' or 'You're gay'-" Hwoarang and Steve snickered, both pleased that their little prank had gone so well. "But, with a staggering four votes, Twilight has won this election."
"What!" Hwoarang instantly stopped laughing at the sound of that. "Who the fuck voted for that?"
"It matters not." Sasayaki sniffed. "You didn't want to take this class seriously, and now you're all stuck doing Twilight. That said, homework tonight will be reading the novel, while today in class we'll be watching the movie."
"Oh come on! Can't we take a re-vote?" Paul begged.
"No. You all deserve this." Sasayaki said, going to the closet to roll out the TV. Kazuya, angry about first being ignored, then being told of the Twilight play, snatched one of Lee's (expensive) shoes from his gym bag and chucked it at the teacher's head.
"I hope you didn't need this for the rest of the day." Sasayaki said coldly, picking up the shoe that had bounced off of his head. Kazuya only smirked in response. Lee gasped.
"But that's my shoe!" he exclaimed in horror.
"After class, Mr. Chaolan!" Sasayaki said, too irritated to deal with any more banter. Lee glared at Kazuya and put his head on the desk, bracing himself for the torture.
Three seats behind Lee, Hwoarang leaned back in his seat, convinced that staring at the ceiling would be a better use of his time. He had maintained the uncomfortable position for almost a full minute when Steve tapped on his shoulder.
"What?" Hwoarang asked.
"Aren't you worried?" his blonde friend asked.
"About what?"
"The play. You know you're going to be cast as Edward, right?" Steve asked. Hwoarang snorted.
"You heard them last class, stupid Kazama acts more like Sparkle McEmo than I do." he replied.
"Yes, but they're not going to be looking for who is like Edward, they're going to look for who looks like him." Steve said.
"Are you trying to insult me? I look nothing like that guy!" Hwoarang pointed at the TV even though the vampire hadn't made his debut. Xiaoyu and Miharu both turned in their seats to "sh!" him, but most of the class didn't seem to mind. Steve rolled his eyes.
"In the books, he's described as young, with bronze hair." Steve informed him, and Hwoarang gave him a weird look.
"How do you know? Don't tell me you actually read the books?" Hwoarang asked. Steve flushed.
"No! It's just that my last ex wouldn't shut up about him! She even tried to get me to dye my hair and wear contacts…stupid bitch." Steve's face darkened, and Hwoarang decided to paddle to safer waters.
"Ok, ok, it's cool. But I'm not gonna worry about it, there's plenty of other people that those stupid girls will harass." Hwoarang decided, leaning back with utmost confidence.
However, it turned out that the bronze-haired boy had much to worry about. Throughout the movie (which was, in his opinion, stupider than Jin) more than a few people turned in their seats to look at him; Xiaoyu and Miharu whispered excitedly as their eyes swept from Edward to Hwoarang and back to Edward. Paul made eye contact with Hwoarang and snorted. Julia gave him a pitying look, and Jin smirked triumphantly near the end of the movie. As the credits began rolling, Hwoarang began to wonder if he should stop dying his hair.
"All right," Sasayaki said once the TV was off. "I hope this lingers in your mind the next time you hope to pull a fast one on me." a majority of the class glared as Sasayaki tossed his hair and wheeled the TV back into the closet.
"I hate this class," Jin muttered, but his voice was drowned out by the bell. As a whole, the class reluctantly made their way to gym.
As the fighters (all clad in unfashionable gym clothes) emerged from the locker rooms, Suzuki shook her head.
"Tsk, tsk," she said in mock disappointment, looking over their obstacle course scores. "I've seen dying old ladies with better reflexes than you boobs." Asuka glared indignantly.
"That's a bunch of crap! We're the world's greatest fighters!" she argued.
"That's not what Ken said." Suzuki shrugged. The Tekken fighters all scowled at her. "Now play dodge ball, it will amuse me."
"I hate this class, too." Jin sulked, but no one heard him over the clatter of red balls bouncing along the gym floor.
"Wait, we didn't make teams!" Lili pointed out, but their teacher only shrugged again.
"You think I care about organization? Just beam each other, now, now, NOW!" the tyrant ordered.
"That's ridicu-" Lili's sentence was cut off by a ball to the head, courtesy of Asuka. "Oh, you're going to pay for that!"
So the next hour was to be spent in bad sportsmanship, agony, and laughing at other people's expense.
"Ha!" Anna was bent double in glee, pointing at her sister, who's eye was swelling by the second. "Take that you old heifer!" Nina glared before throwing a well-aimed ball of doom at Anna's chest. She smirked as the brunette cursed and clutched at her assets.
"Enjoy the breast cancer, harlot!" she taunted.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you get breast cancer." Steve spoke up, but was silenced by a menacing glare from the blonde assassin.
"It's time to meet your doom, fool." Kazuya spat, winding his arm back before firing a dodge ball at his son. Jin dramatically dove out of the way, and it hit Paul instead.
"You'll have to aim better than that!" Jin yelled. Kazuya glared and stepped out of the way as Kunimitsu went flying past him, the force of Yoshimitsu's throw sending her to slide against the back wall.
"Jin, you have my fealty!" Lee pledged, stepping up beside Jin. "Lars, help us annihilate your asshole brother!"
"This is because of your shoe, isn't it?" Lars asked, but was taken down by a rather malicious shot by Ganryu.
On the other side of the court, Julia was in constant motion, trying to avoid the merciless barrage that she'd been made target of. She finally caught her breath when she ran behind Bob.
I don't get it, she thought, panting. Why do Miharu and Panda keep aiming for me? Indeed, it seemed that the two females had a system set up: Miharu would retrieve any stray balls and give them to Panda, who would then hurl them furiously at Julia. Julia herself had been hit twice (once in the shoulder and once on the backside), and couldn't understand their vehemence. Michelle raised an eyebrow at her daughter.
"What's with those two?" she asked, jerking a thumb towards Julia's would-be assassins.
"I don't know," Julia admitted, running to keep up with Bob's pace. "Maybe they heard me insulting Twilight last period."
"Hm…" Michelle replied, and tapped Dragunov on the shoulder. "Feel like taking out a girl and a bear?" He glanced down at her emotionlessly, but nodded. As he lifted a ball and aimed for Panda's head, three balls came at him in succession, and in the next second Dragunov was sprawled on the floor.
"Lei!" Michelle snapped, startled by her old friend's actions. Lei shrugged.
"Sorry, he looked kinda evil from over here!" Lei replied. Bryan patted his shoulder.
"All's fair in love and war," he said, grabbing a dodge ball and hitting Zafina's ankle.
Near the end of the hour, the sides were starting to get sloppy; over half of Team G-Corp (led by Kazuya) had given up and were content to sit on the bleachers, and Team Zaibatsu wasn't doing any better. Jin and Lee were conversing in a corner, much like a commander and general would, and they both solemnly shook their heads before each grabbing ball and running towards the middle of the court.
Both men hurled them as hard as they could at Kazuya, but, smirking, he dodged them both.
"Morons," Kazuya taunted, and was deftly hit on the side of the head by a red ball of fury. Glaring murderously, he turned to face his youngest brother, who shifted slightly under the demonic gaze. Slowly, as if daring Lars to move out of the way and face greater consequences, Kazuya lifted the hand holding the ball and quickly threw it.
Lars closed his eyes and braced himself for what would probably be the most painful hit ever caused by a dodge ball. He waited for a few seconds, heard the sound of flesh meeting rubber…
…but didn't feel a thing. Slowly, almost afraid of what he was about to see, he looked up.
Jun was standing not too far ahead of Lars, looking at Kazuya in a way that was downright murderous as the ball bounced away from her and onto the floor. There was a red circle on her face. Her eye twitched.
The whole gym waited with baited breath, waiting to see Kazuya's reaction. The scarred man shrugged. "You were in the way," he said, and Jun could have very easily been mistaken for Ogre.
"I see," Jun said in a calm voice. The bell rang just a few seconds too late for Kazuya to have been saved by it, and the class headed towards the locker rooms.
"Why didn't you tell us the bell was going to ring?" Steve asked, but rolled his eyes when he saw that their teacher was napping on the bleachers.
Ten minutes later…
"Oh-Em-Gee, Xiao, you have to listen to this!" Miharu blurted out once she and her clique had settled at their table. Xiaoyu looked up, chopsticks halfway to her mouth.
"What?" she asked before popping the rice into her mouth.
"Julia has a crush on Jin!" Miharu said in a low tone, and Xiao stopped chewing. "Me and Panda heard her and Michelle talking about it this morning."
"Really?" Xiao asked. "That seems…random."
"What do you mean, 'random'?" Miharu demanded, and Panda raised a fuzzy eyebrow (do pandas have eyebrows?).
"Well, last I heard Julia had a crush on King," Xiaoyu explained. "And she doesn't really know Jin, and she works for his dad, who he hates." Miharu and Panda exchanged a look. "What?" Xiaoyu asked, already knowing she wouldn't like the answer.
"Are you jealous?" Panda finally made use of her dry-erase board. Xiao shook her head.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"
"No reason!" Miharu replied, taking away Panda's board. "You're totally right, you have nothing to be jealous of, it's just Julia."
Xiaoyu went back to her food, not getting as much enjoyment as she thought she would from her home lunch. Yes, she didn't have anything to fear from Julia, Julia wasn't interested in Jin.
And even if she was, she was a nerd, and talked about boring things, and she had bad fashion sense, and-
Whoa, the small girl mentally shook and reprimanded herself for thinking such mean things. What was she getting so worked up over? Julia hadn't done anything wrong, and Jin was just her friend.
Her hot friend. Her hot muscular friend. Her hot, muscular, rich friend. Her hot, muscular, rich friend who's grandpa already like her-
Wait, when was the last time she'd even talked to Jin? Xiaoyu continued chewing even slower, feeling lost as she was engulfed in a mist of her own confusion.
A few tables behind her, Lei tapped Bryan's shoulder. "I thought you said you were hooking me up with Michelle," Lei complained, gesturing to the lone table in the middle of the cafeteria. It was occupied by Michelle and Dragunov.
"Wait it out, worrywart." Bryan commanded, stabbing the pepperoni that had begun to twitch on his pizza. It hissed at him, and he stabbed it again.
"What does Dragunov have that I don't?" Lei wondered aloud, glaring enviously at the silent man. It was pure horror, living in a world where Dragunov had a girlfriend and Lei didn't.
"He can't talk," Bryan suggested. He looked up and didn't say anything when he noticed Julia walking across the cafeteria. Bingo. He thought. Look how she's looking right at Lei with all that determination! All according to plan…
Julia walked right past Lei and Bryan and slid onto the empty seat between Jin and Baek. This did not go unnoticed by a certain cyborg and a couple of scandalized schoolgirls...and school bear.
"Hey, Jin, Baek," Julia gave a shaky smile.
"Hi," Jin replied. Usually he was hostile and alert during lunch -he knew his meals were coveted by many in the cafeteria- but he had already eaten every bite of sushi, and was more than happy at the moment. Baek, still only halfway through his meal, eyed Julia warily.
"Hello, Miss Chang," he greeted, slightly hunching over his meal.
Oh crap, how am I supposed to start this? Julia thought, panicking. Both men were looking at her, waiting to see what she wanted.
"So…my mom's looking pretty hot, huh?" Jin and Baek's eyes widened at that, and they stared at her blankly. Why did I just say that!
"I guess…" Baek answered, not wanting to appear rude.
"Are you sure you're not looking for them?" Jin asked, pointing at the back of the cafeteria. Julia turned around and saw Hwoarang manning a booth that read: "MILFs."
"What! No, I…" Julia was at a loss for words. She sighed. "Okay, look, I just came here because I really don't want my mom to date that weirdo Dragunov, and I was hoping one of you could help me break them up." Jin straightened a little at that. He hated Dragunov with a passion, and who could blame him? The creepy man had been standing over him, watching Jin sleep! Okay, so Jin still wasn't entirely sure if that was a dream or not, but it had seemed pretty real to him.
"I…have to go dump this tray," Baek said lamely, standing up with his tray of food. Julia groaned as the bell rang.
"Walk with me," Jin insisted, standing up and gathering all of his rubbish into a bag. Julia raised her eyebrows, a little skeptical at first, but wasn't one to turn down help with sabotage.
"Huh, look at that," Michelle said, noticing her daughter walking off with Jun's son. "she's finally admitting it to herself." Dragunov just nodded noncommittally to his plate.
"And just what the hell is this all about!" Asuka demanded, marching up to Hwoarang's booth. Upon closer inspection, it was housing boxes of "MILF" buttons and "MILF" shirts. The spunky Korean scowled at her.
"It stands for Males Inspired by Life-giving Females," he explained shortly, pointing to the banner above his head. Asuka rolled her eyes.
"You're full of it! It's never going to get approved as an actual club!" she shot.
"Already has," Hwoarang replied smugly, holding up a paper signed by Heihachi Mishima. "Two steps ahead of you, Kazama."
"And that's the only Kazama you'll ever be able to say that to." Jin muttered as he walked by with Julia.
"Who's talking to you, Daffy-ass?" Hwoarang replied as he packed away his precious merchandise. Asuka rolled her eyes one more time before following her cousin. Hwoarang called out to Steve.
"Hey, Steve, you sure you don't wanna join?" he asked, holding up a button with a grin.
"Not unless you remove my mother from the milf list!" Steve hissed.
"Sorry, then, no deal." Hwoarang said, falling into step with the blonde. "Your mom's like, number one, because she likes spandex."
"I don't want to hear that!"
After everyone had settled in their Looking Good class, they waited expectantly for their teacher to stop slumping over her desk. There was an ice pack on her head, and she groaned when she saw them.
"Are we even doing anything today?" Anna drawled, and Selene groaned again.
"Stop talking so loud," she whined. "Ugh…today, all of the attractive people have to give pointers to the less attractive." she mumbled into her desk. The class stared blankly at her.
"Well," Asuka chirped, turning in her seat to face Lili. "I think you should stop being stingy, and start spending your money on some good clothes." Lili's eyes bulged at the insult.
"Oh what do you know about fashion!"
"Stop wearing ugly pants," Nina told Steve. "And I'm not just saying that because of the assignment, that's motherly advice."
"Why, thanks, mum." Steve said dryly.
"Pants with fire on them just give me more of an excuse to call you a flaming homo, so please keep wearing them." Hwoarang said to Jin.
"And your tight-shirt midriff combo makes it possible for potential future husbands like Marduk to fully appreciate and analyze your body." Jin replied.
The rest of that class passed in an insulting blur, and more than a few people were looking put off by the time the bell rang.
"Oh, homework!" Selene called as they got up. "Bring in your best picture of yourself, I have to pick the first Hottie." she explained before putting her head back down.
"At least we've only got the easy class left," Lei had decided to walk with Jun, who hadn't said anything since gym. She didn't look at him, but nodded in acknowledgement. Bryan caught sight of Lei and nodded, giving a thumbs up. Lei shook his head.
I'm not hitting on Jun, she's just a friend. What kind of a sick person would I be, picking on Jun when she's so vulnerable and angry? Coming from nowhere, Lee dashed up to the other side of Jun, putting on one of his most charming smiles.
"Jun," he greeted warmly. "Those look heavy, let me help." Before she could say anything, he took her books from her and carried them. For a moment, Lei thought Jun was going to politely demand her books back, or maybe even punch Lee to take out her frustration, but she only looked up and smiled at him.
"Oh, thanks Lee," she said sweetly. "How thoughtful of you." Bryan had to bite his lip to keep from cackling at the look on the super cop's face. Being Lei must suck!
The fighters sat in their usual spots, with friends and newly formed couples squeezing together and rivals sitting as far away as they could possibly be from each other. Jim sat behind his desk, not looking up from his laptop as they began to gossip.
"So, how were your other classes?" he asked lamely.
"Stupid." Leo muttered. "None of the teachers know anything about anything!"
"This is exactly why this school sucks so bad." Yoshimitsu said. "Bad teachers." Jim rolled his eyes and went back to his laptop.
"Agreed," Miguel muttered. "Why the hell are they teaching us, anyways? They weren't even in a tournament." Steve frowned.
"Well yes, they're bad teachers, but I don't see how not being in the tournament contributes to that." he said.
"Well, duh, it contributes to everything." Lili sassed. "We don't know them. The rest of us all at least recognize each other by sight."
"But, you don't usually know your teachers-"
"And next thing you know, everyone will care about them, or fall in love with them, or care when one of them dies." Paul added, rolling his eyes.
"Ouch," Jim muttered. "Well, in our defense, I don't see how we're any more ridiculous than you guys."
"What are you talking about?" Marshall asked. A majority of the fighters looked on with interest. "There's a vampire, a siren and a pink-haired lunatic, how is that reasonable!"
"I didn't say they were," Jim replied. "But you guys have your fair share of weirdness, too. I mean, a green ogre that absorbs some of you, but you're all fine with no explanation about that-"
"Trust me, you don't want to hear about that." Wang said, shuddering.
"Then there's a gothic, slimy version of her that pops out of nowhere and disappears without any explanation." he added, jerking his thumb at Jun.
"That's my sister!" she argued.
"And that's still not a good explanation. You've got a wooden person, kangaroos and bears that don't speak, but everyone can understand them. A man that growls, yet everyone can understand, and not to mention, you all speak different languages, and can understand each other perfectly. You expect us to believe you're all fluent in Chinese, Korean, Japanese and English? Then there's the Devil gene which just doesn't make any sense at all." By then the fighters were speechless, not knowing how to take the attack on their tournament life.
"Pink hair, cat ears, wings, and fangs!" Paul roared, and the fighters nodded and jeered in agreement.
"I didn't want to have to do this," Jim said, taking a breath. "Half-brother of a main character that no one ever heard about until now, who's only half-Japanese, which of course means he's a blonde haired, blue-eyed Japanese." Jim started, pointing at Lars. "Who, along with his pink-haired robot girlfriend, gets amnesia and manages to shove other characters that used to be important into the background."
"What did I do?" Lars asked. Honestly, he'd been staying out of the stupid debate.
"Way to go, Lars." Feng mumbled.
"Now I hate this class, too." Jin said bitterly.
When the bell finally rang, the fighters burst from the classroom, all happy about being released from their intellect-diminishing prison. Lei was walking down the hallways by himself, still recovering from being shoved out of the way by Bob.
"Stupid Blob," Lei winced, clutching at his side. "I could have been out five minutes ago-" his complaining was cut short when a hand reached out and pulled him into the men's bathroom.
"Wha-" he stopped himself when he was met with Kazuya's glare. "Uh, hello, Kazuya…" What did I do? He should be doing this to stupid Lee, not me!
"You're friends with Jun," he stated in a low tone, and Lei gulped and nodded confirmation.
"Yes, friends." Lei said slowly, hoping that Kazuya realized that he meant platonic friendship.
"Convince her to stay away from Lee," Kazuya ordered, and Lei gave him a confused look.
"Why don't you just threaten Lee-?"
"He's grown used to the threats, and the beatings." Kazuya spat. Indeed, Lee had endured so many injuries from Kazuya that he mastered the art of not only surviving, but making pitying females think he was some sort of hero for it. It made Kazuya sick, but he knew that if he attacked Lee, it would only drive Jun further into his arms.
"I don't know if she'll listen to me, maybe Michelle…" Lei stopped himself when he realized that Michelle hated Kazuya's guts. "You could just say sor…never mind." Lei sighed.
"Get it done." was all Kazuya said before exiting the bathroom. Lei ran a hand through his bangs and sighed. How did he keep getting into these messes?
More importantly, he thought. How am I supposed to get out of them?
A/N: OMG what have I done! I hated high school romance…but it wouldn't be high school without all of that drama, no? Sorry for taking so long to update, I'm still getting over a mean case of writer's block. Hope you were all able to enjoy it.
