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Chapter 2: The Stage is Set
Tokyo; 2 weeks later…
Christie looked around the airport, and sighed. Her bookbag was at her side, and her dark green denim shorts exposed her gorgeous brown legs. She wore an island green printed shirt which tied above her pierced navel. She wore wrapped sandals, and her brown mane flowed to her back. Her cut-off gloves gave her a spunky look that showed she could definitely handle herself, no matter how timid she appeared. A moment later, a young woman bumped into her.
"Sorry," spoke a fellow Latin beauty who quite greatly resembled her. They shared a brown complexion, striking dark eyes, and timid frame. Not to mention they shared a unique fashion sense as they both sported black leather cut-off gloves and shorts with a revealing top. This girl, however, had a jet-black mane, and wore black denim shorts with a black ribbed tank and black combat boots.
"No problem," Christie replied in flawless English, "Christie Monteiro," she introduced herself, extending her hand.
"Dionne DeLavega," shaking it. The two immidiately clicked.
"Here for the tournament?"
Dionne nodded, shifting her black Jansport to her left shoulder, "You?"
"Yeah," Christie spoke, looking around. She spotted a man in a black tuxedo holding a sign, which read: Tekken Fighters.
"Yo, I think that's us," she alerted to Dionne's attention.
"Well I'll be damned. Never got such special treatment before,"
"Tell me about it," spoke Christie, her eyes sparkling.
"Well I'm not missing a second of it,"
Christie grinned at her acquaintance, and the two walked over to the short, aging man.
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Hwoarang sighed stepping out into the main exit area of the airport. His duffel clung in the grasp of his left hand and hung behind his shoulders. He modeled camoflage pants, boots, and an army green shirt. A few girls offered flirtly smiles and lusty examinations. He smirked a bit, and was a bit surprised when he heard his name. He looked up to see an attractive young woman in glasses and a navy blouse with jeans and boots. Her brown hair was braided and slung over her right shoulder.
"Chang?" he asked, narrowing his hazel eyes a bit in familiarity.
She smiled, "Yeah. You remembered," she spoke cheerfully, walking over to him, "How's life?"
He shrugged, "Better now that this tournament's started," he admitted.
She chuckled, and looked him over, "You've changed,"
He smirked a bit, "Well, military does that to you,"
"Military?" nodding, obviously impressed.
He nodded, "You've changed too," motioning his head at her glasses.
She smiled, and shrugged a bit, "Yeah,"
"But I bet deep down inside, you're still good old, charming," making her smile and blush a bit, "Controll freak Julia Chang," making her scowl.
"And underneath that military training, I bet you haven't changed a bit either, scoundrel," she hissed.
He smiled, completely amused at her frustration, and he noticed two pairs of gorgeous olive legs, and he started to walk over to them. Julia gasped.
"How dare you walk away from me?!" she snapped following him. Once she saw where he was headed, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, hasn't changed a bit," she muttered.
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Jin Kazama moved through the crowd with his duffel bag close to his side. His hood hung over his head, hiding his features to the rest of the world. A few young children rushed up to look up at him. He simply passed them as their parents would take their hands, and rush them away from the 'stranger'. He kept walking until he noticed he was in the main exit area. He searched—though he did not know what for. How am I supposed to know where the others are going to be? He continued to spot the place until finally his eyes rested on spiky red hair and a long brown braid down the back of a woman who was ranting and raving. Not far away, he noticed an aging bald man holding a sign that said: Tekken Fighters. He took his cue, and walked over to the small group that had formed.
"You with us, sir?" the man asked politely.
Jin nodded, and the man walked a way, apparently waiting for more competitors to arrive. He sighed in anticipation, and watched the group, slightly amused by their conversation. The one with glasses and a braid was apparently yelling at the redhead, who didn't seem to care. He was busy flirting with two women who appeared to be twins. Jin smirked a bit, and simply watched.
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"I promised myself I'd try to avoid beautiful women, but you two are making that difficult for me," Hwoarang flirted, looking both women up and down.
"What do you say, Di?" Christie asked, folding her arms.
Dionne stepped away, and circled the young man, "He's cute, I'd say about a 9,"
"And for originality…?"
"Two," they spoke in unison.
"EXCUSE ME!!!" Julia yelled catching the attention of not only the three, but others in the airport, "Jerk, I'm trying to lecture you here?!!"
He sighed, and put a hand on her shoulder, "Julia, please. Go think of ways to save your little animal friends, and let me deal with this," he spoke, making the Latin twins chuckle.
Julia fumed, and stormed off to the mysterious-looking young man waiting by the limo driver.
"My deepest apologies ladies," he spoke, walking back over to them, "Now, where were we?"
"You weren't scoring very high on our dating charts," Christie spoke, making Dionne crack up.
He frowned, amusing the two even further, "We'll see about that when we're in the ring," he muttered.
"Aw, give him a break, Chris. You hurt his feelings," walking over to him, and scratching under his chin with her index finger, "After all, he's such a cute little thing," she spoke in a patronizing tone.
He pretended to bite at her, and she pulled away.
"Fiesty too," Christie joked making her comrade laugh. Hwoarang smirked a bit, Maybe I'll get two for the price of one.
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Glaring at the crew with intense ferocity, Ling Xiayou was vehement.
"WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT HOURS AGO!!" she snapped angrily.
"Look, miss, we have to…"
"I don't care what you have to do! You said I'd be in Tokyo by noon! It's 11 now!" she ranted.
"Yes miss," hissed one of the men as he darted to the main control room. Ling shook her head, and took a seat as she heard the engine roaring. She allowed her thoughts to roam. I wonder if Jin will be there?
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Steve Fox arrived at his gate, and kept looking over his shoulders. He sported shades as well as a blue shirt with red prints and matching red pants. He knew young Japanese fashion was flashy and eccentric; he was merely trying to blend in. He clutched his duffel bag to his side, and headed to the exit area. He noticed an odd looking group, and he figured that must have been the group of fighters. He rushed over to them, and noticed the clear sign, which confirmed his thought.
"Welcome to Tokyo," an older man spoke, putting on a hat.
Steve nodded his thanks, and then he followed as the man walked over to a group of three people, "Will you three please follow me?"
They picked up their bags and followed. Another young man and woman also followed behind. He sighed, and the limo driver opened the door for all of them. He allowed all of the women in first, then he stepped in, followed by a redhead and an unidentifyable young man wearing a hood.
"All of you, Mr. Mishima sends his greetings. You'll soon be at the hotel, and you are to wait in the lobby. I hope all of your flights were pleasant,"
Everyone was silent until the two Latin girls started speaking a foreign langugae, and chuckled at each other.
Julia folded her arms, a bit frustrated that she was excluded from the conversation. Completely amused by the situation, Hwoarang chuckled a bit, and turned to Steve.
"You look familiar. Ever been on TV?"
Steve nodded, smirking a bit, "Middleweight champ," he replied in his heavy British accent.
"Ah yeah, sounds about right," Hwoarang chuckled, looking past the young Brit to the mysterious young one, "What about you? Ever been in pictures, or do you have a face for radio?" joked the fiery headed youth.
Jin simply remained still and said nothing. Julia looked at him, and even Christie and Dionne gave him awkward glances.
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Half an hour later...
Ling finally arrived at port. She grumbled a few curses as she shoved a few of the men out of the way.
"Lucky I don't have pms," she muttered under her breath. Reeking of fish and salt, the ports were home to Japanese lowlives, and genuinely kind fishermen. Not wanting to deal with either, Ling decided it best to get a cab as soon as possible, and be on her way to the airport.
She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled, "TAXI!"
A yellow cab sped up to her, and came to a screeching halt. She bit her lower lip, but then examined her watch. I don't have time for this. She opened the door, and tossed her bag and herself inside.
"To the Wyndcom hotel, please, and step on it,"
As soon as the driver pulled off, Ling immidiately regretted her decision. She clicked her seatbelt together, and held on for her life.
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