Trials of True Love
A/N: Hi! Sorry if this took so long. I had a handful of stuff to do lately. There was the verse choir contest, the oratorical contest and the (ugh!) Physics test! Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.here's chapter 3!!!
Chapter 3-Enter the Lady
Jun finished packing her clothes with a snap of her suitcase. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she absentmindedly muttered. She lay down on her bed and heaved a sigh. Her plane would depart for Tokyo at 3 that afternoon. She checked her clock; it was 1:30. She stood up and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.
She stripped off her clothes and got into the shower. She felt relaxed as the cold water cleansed her body. She started to relax and closed her eyes. Suddenly. a cold shock rushed trough her body. A vision rushed through her mind. A hazy image of a man stood before her eyes. A very familiar one. Kazuya Mishima! Only this Kazuya wasn't like the one in the picture. He had purple skin, yellow eyes and enormous black wings protruding from his back. The devil! Devil Kazuya turned round and faced a young girl. The girl's facial feature's were strong, proud and determined yet held a certain look of sadness in her eyes. She had blond hair held up in a bun, gentle blue eyes and pale white skin. She wore a long white dress and graceful white wings on her back. The devil in boastful pride mocked the girl. At this, Jun realized that the angel's image was gradually fading away. A single tear fell off her eye, and in silence she uttered the words, "Help me.help me."
Jun's brown eyes fluttered open. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As she dried herself, she began to wonder what the vision meant. She made her way to the bed where she had already laid out what she would wear for the day. She slipped into clean underwear, denim shorts and a sleeveless blue top. She stood in front of the mirror and combed her black hair. She then held it back in a light blue headband. She slipped into her white sneakers and checked the clock. It was 2:00. Grabbing her suitcase and stuffing her tickets and keys in he pocket, she made her way towards the door. After handing the landlady her month's rent and key, she hailed a taxi and made her way towards the airport.
"Flight 901, we have now arrived in Tokyo. Thank you for riding Tokyo Airways" the pilot's voice greeted Jun. She stretched herself and unbuckled her seatbelt. She made her way out of the plane and into the airport. She lugged her small suitcase in her right hand as she searched the airport for other people she knew. "This Mishima is sponsoring the tournament, right?" she heard a husky voice say. Jun whirled around and saw a tall Asian man talking to a young man with tall blond hair and blue eyes. The tall haired man nodded. "Yep! And I'm gonna kill him!" Saying this, he cracked his knuckles. "Well, you have to wait in line!" said a woman's voice with a rich Irish accent. At this the two men paused to look up at a slender, beautiful blond. She had blond hair tied back in a tight ponytail, cold blue eyes and a full mouth. In her skintight outfit complementing her perfect figure, she looked very dangerous and seductive. She gave the men an icy smile. "I'm Nina Williams!" she said, tossing back a strand of loose hair. The Asian man gulped when he saw a dagger tucked in the inside of Nina's vest. "M-Marshall Law!" he managed to choke out. The tall haired man gave a cocky smile and stuck a toothpick between his teeth, "The name's Paul. Paul Phoenix!" he said. "Charmed, I'm sure!" said Nina, giving a disgusted grimace. Jun was worried. She was sure these fighters were far more skilled than she was. She wished Lei was here, but he was nowhere to be found. She decided to go to the snack bar. She bought a tuna sandwich and a can of diet soda and sat down on a table and started to read a novel. "Excuse me, can I sit here. The other tables are taken!" she heard a soft voice say. Jun looked up from her book and saw a pretty young woman with black hair tied in a single braid, emerald green eyes and light colored skin. Her outfit consisted of a beaded necklace, denim shorts, leather boots, a white halter and a tribal headband. She was obviously Native American. "Sure!" said Jun. "Thanks!" smiled the young woman as she set her tray down. "By the way, I'm Michelle Chang!" she said, reaching out her hand. "Jun Kazama" returned Jun. The two engaged in a pleasant conversation and became fast friends.
Meanwhile, in his office Kazuya Mishima was looking through the bio- data sheets of the contestants. "Bah! Such fools to try to challenge me!" he muttered. Setting aside the other sheets, he came across Jun's photo. He picked it up and looked it over. 'Hmmm' he thought, 'Judging by her looks, she's obviously Japanese. What's her name?' He picked up Jun's bio-data sheet and looked it over. "Jun Kazama," he muttered "Fighting style: Kazama style of fighting." He looked at her photo again. 'She looks so innocent.so focused' he thought. Finally, he set it down. 'Why should I pay attention to this one silly girl? I shall defeat them all!' he said to himself. He stood up and looked out the window overlooking the Mishima Zaibatsu. He watched as the contestants made their way to the hotel across the street. 'Beware, fighters!' he whispered, 'You are in my world now. You cannot escape the wrath of Kazuya Mishima!' Kazuya then broke into cruel laughter that rang out in the halls.
A/N: Well, how's that? Hope it's ok, I'll upload some more chapters real soon. Meanwhile, pls. R & R! Thanks!!!!
A/N: Hi! Sorry if this took so long. I had a handful of stuff to do lately. There was the verse choir contest, the oratorical contest and the (ugh!) Physics test! Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.here's chapter 3!!!
Chapter 3-Enter the Lady
Jun finished packing her clothes with a snap of her suitcase. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she absentmindedly muttered. She lay down on her bed and heaved a sigh. Her plane would depart for Tokyo at 3 that afternoon. She checked her clock; it was 1:30. She stood up and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.
She stripped off her clothes and got into the shower. She felt relaxed as the cold water cleansed her body. She started to relax and closed her eyes. Suddenly. a cold shock rushed trough her body. A vision rushed through her mind. A hazy image of a man stood before her eyes. A very familiar one. Kazuya Mishima! Only this Kazuya wasn't like the one in the picture. He had purple skin, yellow eyes and enormous black wings protruding from his back. The devil! Devil Kazuya turned round and faced a young girl. The girl's facial feature's were strong, proud and determined yet held a certain look of sadness in her eyes. She had blond hair held up in a bun, gentle blue eyes and pale white skin. She wore a long white dress and graceful white wings on her back. The devil in boastful pride mocked the girl. At this, Jun realized that the angel's image was gradually fading away. A single tear fell off her eye, and in silence she uttered the words, "Help me.help me."
Jun's brown eyes fluttered open. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As she dried herself, she began to wonder what the vision meant. She made her way to the bed where she had already laid out what she would wear for the day. She slipped into clean underwear, denim shorts and a sleeveless blue top. She stood in front of the mirror and combed her black hair. She then held it back in a light blue headband. She slipped into her white sneakers and checked the clock. It was 2:00. Grabbing her suitcase and stuffing her tickets and keys in he pocket, she made her way towards the door. After handing the landlady her month's rent and key, she hailed a taxi and made her way towards the airport.
"Flight 901, we have now arrived in Tokyo. Thank you for riding Tokyo Airways" the pilot's voice greeted Jun. She stretched herself and unbuckled her seatbelt. She made her way out of the plane and into the airport. She lugged her small suitcase in her right hand as she searched the airport for other people she knew. "This Mishima is sponsoring the tournament, right?" she heard a husky voice say. Jun whirled around and saw a tall Asian man talking to a young man with tall blond hair and blue eyes. The tall haired man nodded. "Yep! And I'm gonna kill him!" Saying this, he cracked his knuckles. "Well, you have to wait in line!" said a woman's voice with a rich Irish accent. At this the two men paused to look up at a slender, beautiful blond. She had blond hair tied back in a tight ponytail, cold blue eyes and a full mouth. In her skintight outfit complementing her perfect figure, she looked very dangerous and seductive. She gave the men an icy smile. "I'm Nina Williams!" she said, tossing back a strand of loose hair. The Asian man gulped when he saw a dagger tucked in the inside of Nina's vest. "M-Marshall Law!" he managed to choke out. The tall haired man gave a cocky smile and stuck a toothpick between his teeth, "The name's Paul. Paul Phoenix!" he said. "Charmed, I'm sure!" said Nina, giving a disgusted grimace. Jun was worried. She was sure these fighters were far more skilled than she was. She wished Lei was here, but he was nowhere to be found. She decided to go to the snack bar. She bought a tuna sandwich and a can of diet soda and sat down on a table and started to read a novel. "Excuse me, can I sit here. The other tables are taken!" she heard a soft voice say. Jun looked up from her book and saw a pretty young woman with black hair tied in a single braid, emerald green eyes and light colored skin. Her outfit consisted of a beaded necklace, denim shorts, leather boots, a white halter and a tribal headband. She was obviously Native American. "Sure!" said Jun. "Thanks!" smiled the young woman as she set her tray down. "By the way, I'm Michelle Chang!" she said, reaching out her hand. "Jun Kazama" returned Jun. The two engaged in a pleasant conversation and became fast friends.
Meanwhile, in his office Kazuya Mishima was looking through the bio- data sheets of the contestants. "Bah! Such fools to try to challenge me!" he muttered. Setting aside the other sheets, he came across Jun's photo. He picked it up and looked it over. 'Hmmm' he thought, 'Judging by her looks, she's obviously Japanese. What's her name?' He picked up Jun's bio-data sheet and looked it over. "Jun Kazama," he muttered "Fighting style: Kazama style of fighting." He looked at her photo again. 'She looks so innocent.so focused' he thought. Finally, he set it down. 'Why should I pay attention to this one silly girl? I shall defeat them all!' he said to himself. He stood up and looked out the window overlooking the Mishima Zaibatsu. He watched as the contestants made their way to the hotel across the street. 'Beware, fighters!' he whispered, 'You are in my world now. You cannot escape the wrath of Kazuya Mishima!' Kazuya then broke into cruel laughter that rang out in the halls.
A/N: Well, how's that? Hope it's ok, I'll upload some more chapters real soon. Meanwhile, pls. R & R! Thanks!!!!