Han was walking home from school with his hands in his pockets. A tough third year with muscles, shaggy hair and a "don't care" attitude. Fighting was natural for him. Proving he was the toughest around, he would fight anyone he thought could be a challenge for him. While walking, a girl stepped in his path. Another third year with black silk hair with blue gloves on. A serious look on her face.
"Han," she yelled.
"You want something from me," he said lazily.
"Revenge. Your the jerk who likes to fight smaller people."
"You must have me mistaken for someone else. I just like to hurt people, big or small."
"Today your gonna repent for hurting my friend. You challenged him knowing he knew little martial arts."
"Well I just happen to overhear that he was learning some martial arts and that he was making good progress. I wanted to see for myself, but I don't see any progress at all. But hey, he could've backed out at any time. Kids got guts.
"And you took advantage of that, knowing you would win punk!"
"Look, I don't have time to waste on you. See ya."
He tried to walk past her, but she grabbed his hand.
"What now?"
"I wanna fight you, right now."
"You must be joking."
"I'm not scared of you. You walk around school thinking your the toughest but your not. I just love to put people like you in their place."
"Alright, you can try but-"
She pulled his hand down so his upper body was low. She delivered a knee to his jaw. Han staggered back, rubbing his chin.
"What was that for?!"
"There's more where that came from. Now fight me or I'll just keep hitting you until you say sorry."
She got into a fighting stance. Han put his hands up.
"Alright you asked for it."
Han rushed in and threw his body into a strong punch. She easily countered by using his own momentum against him. She cocked her head to the side while his fist barely connected to her head. She pulled his arm and tripped him with little effort. Han landed on the ground with a thud.
"Is that the best you can do?"
Han got up, wiping the dirt from his clothes. His anger seeping through, but he was also felling else, in the pit of his stomach.
"If your so angry then do something about it."
Han charged in again, this time a little more careful. He threw two punches that barely grazed her. She took a step back.
"Yeah, how do you like that," Han said with a smirk on his face.
She just smiled.
"I was waiting for you to hit me, but it's if your not even trying. Well if you won't fight, then I will!"
She closed the distance with quick speed. She got low, then threw her leg up at his chin. His head flew back, blood coming from his mouth. He swung recklessly trying to make contact, but all of his punches were hitting air.
"Ha, I'm disappointed. I thought you were going to be more of a challenge. Maybe your distracted by my feminine beauty. You haven't fought anybody who knew real martial art skills."
"Be quiet!"
Even though he was swinging wildly, he couldn't help but notice her beauty. The way she swayed and dodged with such grace and beauty. Her face suddenly got serious. Han tried to throw a leg in there, even knowing he doesn't throw kicks at all. She caught it, swept his other leg, and made him fall hard on his butt. She got on top of him and punch him square in his nose. Blood dripping from his nose and onto his uniform shirt. She got off and dusted off her skirt.
"Now that's payback for all of the people you've hurt. Your lucky all you got was a bloody nose. I could've done much worse. If I hear of you fighting anybody again unless its self defense, you won't get off so easily. Do you understand?"
Han was furious.
I can't believe I was beaten by a girl. But I can't shake off this feeling. She's the only one to ever confront me like this, not a shred of fear in her eyes. I admire that. I...
She placed her foot on his head.
"Han, do you understand?"
"Whatever..."
He took his foot off of her and walked away. She walked behind him and tripped him.
"Ahhhhh!"
"I don't think you heard me. Do you understand or do I need to beat some sense into you? Don't make me repeat myself."
Han couldn't believe his luck. He was close to crying, out of anger of course.
"Fine fine, I understand."
"Good boy, now get outta my sight!"
Han stood up and walked away, but then stopped.
"Hey girl."
"I don't have any tissue for your nose, sorry."
"What's your name?"
"My name? Why would it matter to you?"
"Forget it."
He walked away with an aching body and mixed emotions.
"Juna, Juna Kazama."
"Juna huh? Humph."
"The story goes on but I don't feel like telling the whole thing," Asuka said.
"That was a great story Asuka," Dawn said.
"Thanks. The point is, my father connected with my mother when they fought. And that's what were gonna do today. For Gohan and Setsuna to get better acquainted, you two will have a sparring match."
"SPARRING MATCH,"Setsuna and Gohan yelled.
She brought me here just to fight Setsuna?!
Gohan looked at Setsuna. She quickly blushed.
"Why, why are you looking at me?! I'm just as shocked as you are! I didn't know Asuka would do something like this..."
"What happened to the original meet and greet," Ayame asked.
"Actions speak louder than words. I wanna see sparks fly and this method will do just. Setsuna you ready?"
"I, I guess."
"Gohan what about you? Gohan? Where did he go? Hey!"
Gohan was sneaking out the door but Asuka grab him by his shirt.
"How dare you try and sneak away!"
"Is there another way we can do this," Gohan pleaded.
"No there isn't."
Asuka gave Gohan some gloves and headgear.
There's no way I can escape this fight. Oh man, first Lightning and now this.
Gohan looked across from his opponent. She was stretching, readying herself for battle.
"Alright both of you come to the center. You guys will fight until one gives up or is knocked out.
What kind of spar is this...
"This should be interesting," Ayame said with a smile.
"Whenever your ready, begin!"