Tekken Tag

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read Prologue

AN: No pervy surprises in this one! Some fighting scenes (all thanks to Prima's Unofficial Guide), and mostly talk. Sorry, but I'm kinda rushing with this one.

Tekken Tag

And Another with Paul Phoenix and Forest Law

Lady Lowe

Paul Phoenix cracked his neck and knuckles. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he grinned at the way Forest Law attacked the opponent. Law's Junkyard Kick was followed by a Dragon's Tail, which brought nice considerable damage. Before Bruce Irvin tagged out, he used his Drop Elbow against Law.

"Bad move, Mr. Irvin!" Law taunted. He wiped the drop of blood that threatened to fall from his lip. As he looked up at Kuma, he laughed and tagged out to Paul.

"Ready, old friend?" Law grabbed the face towel and whispered something to Paul.

Paul's grin came back and nodded. As he came out, his wolfish grin still intact, and Kuma cocked his head to the side. As the bear reared up into his Deadly Claw, Paul's grin faded into a deep look of concentration. To stop that unblockable move, Paul went into Hang Over. As Kuma went down, and didn't get up, a thought flew from Paul's mouth to his lips.

"KO."

As the loudspeaker repeated what Paul already knew, Law ran up to him, screaming and slapping hi-5s with Paul.

"Yeah! Let's go Paul Phoenix and Forest Law!" Law let out another yell (that kind of yell that's incredibly similar to Bruce Lee's yell).

"Wooh! Congratulations!" a little girl shouted in English and Chinese. It was Ling Xiaoyu, and Jin stood next to her, his head bowed. Paul gave thumbs-up to her, along with Law, and he winked at Jin. After collecting what was left on the floor, they walked back to their place.

"Can you believe that we won?" Law sighed happily after taking a shower. He set himself at work in the kitchen and began cooking.

"If you think about it, Forest, then it was actually quite simple. Wait till a couple of more battles, the people will be harder to defeat." Paul checked inside the refrigerator and handed the items that Law called for.

"Eggs, please. Yeah, I know, it's just that, it's kinda like the Third Iron Fist Tournament, but it's not. You dig?" Law started beating the eggs and turned to Paul. "Oh, you can shut the fridge now."

Complying to his orders, Paul slicked his hair up. "I dig. I understand. But I'm telling you -- and what your father told you also -- never underestimate the power of your opponents."

Law nodded his head and peered down at the eggs. "Salt."

"Don't you have a limit on those credit card things?" Paul grabbed a cookie and bit into his hand. "OW! SHIT! Where did my cookie go?"

"Don't use that language; what if there are kids here?" Law threw the cookie into the garbage and wiped his hands on a nearby towel. He set a timer and sat down at the kitchen table. He gestured his hand to Paul, and Paul sat down heavily.

"What grace."

"Yeah, next year I'll be at the audition for the ABC."

"Ooh, I can't wait to see you there. Going to be wearing the leotards or tutus?"

"Tutus are more my style."

Law couldn't answer to that. "I knew American men weren't all that right."

"I resent that. Anyway...how did your father deal with you leaving for Tekken 3?" Paul glanced at Law, his blue eyes caring.

Law sighed. "He never wanted me to join. He almost disowned me, but since I'm his only son...well, at least I know that I'll indefinitely get the dojo."

"Ouch. I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

"Yeah, well, since I paid for my ticket and your ticket with my credit card, you know what that means right?"

"Um...free club sandwich next time we go to eat?"

"Oh, you're such a joker."

As Paul smiled and shrugged his shoulders, a distant ring inside the house rang.

"Wait...we have a phone?"

Law crinkled his eyebrows, suspicion and worry clouding his eyes. He dropped the food that he was cooking carefully and went to find the ringing object. As the ringing continued to outside the door, he yelled back to Paul, "Don't touch the food, and negative, no phone. Looks like the door!"

A loud crash was heard. "Um...oops."

Law sighed and opened the door. A mail carrier and a couple of Tekkenshu fighters stood beside the nervous mail carrier. Glancing at the two Tekkenshu at his side, he cautiously reached inside his mailbag. "Ah, letter for Mr. Forest Law."

"Yes, Mr. Law resides here." He reached his hand out to take the envelope.

"God speed."

Law stared at him as he walked away.

Paul came bumbling behind him as Law closed the door with the opened letter. "So, Forest dear, what does it say?"

Law looked at the letter and then to Paul. "My father. My father. He -- he...he wrote. To me. Here. He wrote to me in Chinese that the next time we come home, he'll show us who is the better fighter. In the dojo." His eyes lifted to meet Paul's. "He wants to fight against you."

Paul scoffed. "Forest, I've been a friend of your father for so many years, I've forgotten! Tell the old man that we're safe and I'm taking care of you kiddo."

Law was insulted. "Kiddo? Who you calling kiddo? I'll show you kiddo..."

"Why don't we go get dinner?" Paul maneuvered the shaken Law towards the door. "I hear they sell good pizzas...let's go take a spin."

Law narrowed his eyes. "What happened to the food that I was cooking?"

Paul laughed and didn't answer. "Come on, to the motorcycle."

"Sure," Law answered absently.

Now Paul definitely knew that something was up and wrong. Why? Because Law hated their motorcycle rides. Especially Paul's.

What did I get him into?