A/n: For those who Reviewed my 3rd chapter if any, thank you. Maybe it
didn't have enough story in it but hey, ya got 17 people on a ship how much
story can ya get where they can't even play hide & seek? Anyway, here's
chapter 4.
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Chapter 4: The Arrival.
The horn blew loudly as the ship pulled up sideways to the walkway dock. A soldier of the Tekken Force made his way down and unhooked the lock, opening the safety door, and waved his arm.
"Alright! Fighters, make your way to the Auditorium for the opening announcement!" He said, simply and made his way back to his post.
Hwoarang, Julia and Xiaoyu were the first three off. King followed them at a calm pace, side by side by side with Paul, hus sombrero over his head to shade his face. The wind blew his surape around as it rested over his shoulders. He glanced down some to see a shadow looming over him as he walked. A small smirk crossed his lips as he knew that Craig Marduk was behind him. He stepped off of the docks and onto the soft, fresh green grass and looked around. 'Beautiful place for a con-man's refuge.' King thought and continued towards the Auditorium building, now a few feet behind Paul. He looked up when he heard his friend's voice and caught up to his side.
"You gonna take him out or what?" Paul asked, glancing a little bit back at Craig, not wanting to be noticed by him. The guy was one scary looking son of a bitch.
King shook his head, talking softly. "Not now. I'll take a chance of beating him at the tournament. That way he can't make it a brawl since all fights are under watch of Mishima gaurds." King glanced sideways to Paul as they walked for a brief second and gave him a "trust me" wink, then looked back ahead as they reached the doors, and pushed one open, going in with Paul and the others behind him. He looked around at the auditorium which had changed in two years. The seats had new red velvet over them, the stage was newly painted. The walls were redone, it was like a whole new room! King chuckled softly and made his way down to sit in a row behind Hwoarang, Julia and Xiaoyu. Paul sat next to, setting his bag at his feet. King did as well, removing his sombrero and set it in his lap.
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Kazuya walked, last in line keeping a distance between him and the crowd. He didn't like social company. He stepped into the auditorium and took a seat in the very back, and crossed his arms as an elderly man walked from the side of the curtains towards the podium. Father? No, just his assistant. It was about time for the man to keel over, Kazuya thought. He took this moment to glance over the fighters to see who had come. He even recognized a few. Lei Wulong, the police officer. Wise, strong and a good fighter. Marshall Law the dojo instructor, from that Kazuya's memories last told him. Law was quick and deadly. He reminded Kazuya of the actor Bruce Lee he used to watch when he was a boy. He noticed the youthful, Nina Williams. Kazuya had to admit she had an attractive appearance, but her physical impression stunned him. She looked exactly how she looked 20 years ago. His eyes narrowed in wonder as he gave a soft 'Hmm.' He would have to find an answer to that question when he was done with his primary task. His eyes wandered to set upon Yoshimitsu. The ninja warrior had lost to him in the second tournament, and had gone through a change of appearance, now dawning bronze armor and a skull face. 'Is that a mask?' Kazuya thought, 'Or did he upgrade himself again?' Then he noticed Paul Phoenix and sighed in disgust. The cocky street fighter had returned again. Would he ever take the hint that he was no good against professionals? The Mexican that sat next to him, Kazuya didn't know although he heard the naive young girl and the redhead he had a conflict with calling him King. 'The original's sucessor maybe.' He said to himself. He took a brief glance over the new faces before the assistant made it to the podium and began to speak.
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen." The old man paused as he gazed over the crowd behind his glasses. "We, the people of the Mishima Zaibatsu are pleased to have so many of you here to participate in the 4th annual, King Of The Iron Fist Tournament. I myself am glad to see so many familiar faces." The old man smiled as he looked around, then continued. "But without further due, allow me to welcome the man responsible for this exciting event. Please give your welcome, to Heihachi Mishima!"
The fighters gave respect claps, although Kazuya could tell the truth behind it all. 'Most of these people don't want to get shot before the tournament starts.' He thought with a smile. Upon this he noticed the grey haired fighter who had not yet said a word, wasn't even clapping. 'Brave fellow.' Kazuya smirked as he turned back to the stage at hearing his fathers name. His good mood faded and he sneered some, crossing his arms. The figure of his father emerged from the side curtain. His physical appearance had gone from a striping young man to an old, gimp since Kazuya last saw him. He leaned back, hiding himself the best he could with the help of his sunglasses.
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Heihachi Mishima walked across the stage over towards the podium. His white business suit, along with his blue jacket with the inner sheep skin trim, hid his muscles well. He came to the podium, resting his hands on the edge on the sides, leaning forward to the microphone. He paused a second or two before he began speaking, looking over the crowd of fighters. 'Where is he?' Heihachi thought. 'I know you're here Kazuya.' But he didn't see him at all, he snorted and began.
"Konnichiwa rediizu ando dannashuu, and welcome to the 4th annual King Of The Iron Fist Tournament." Heihachi forced a polite smile to send a false impression out on the four new faces he saw, Christie, Steve, Craig and Violet. "I am pleased to see some new faces about us." He paused and smirked, "As well as so many old ones." He noticed the majority of the people shift in their seats. Violet looked up from his watch at Heihachi. That brought question to the old man's mind. The look this new fighter gave him seemed awfully familiar. Another, lone fighter in the back crossed his arms and leaned back. 'Who's that?' Heihachi thought but shook the possibility of either of them being Kazuya from his head and continued. "The tournament begins in two days. You have until then to get to know the enviroment of the island and enjoy yourselves. You have room numbers to the hotel on your ticket. Everyone has a room mate. Have a good evening, that is all." He nodded to them giving them a dismissal sign, before departing through the curtain again. He felt that Kazuya was near but was he among the crowd? He had to be! No matter. He would find out whether he had come or not in a matter of days. Heihachi saw to it that the fighters were paired and roomed according to their tickets. 'It's almost time.' He thought with a dark grin.
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Sorry for the long delay. How did you all like it? I know it's kinda slow, tournament date wise but hey, I promise you, you will love the tournament scenes. REVIEWS, please.
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Chapter 4: The Arrival.
The horn blew loudly as the ship pulled up sideways to the walkway dock. A soldier of the Tekken Force made his way down and unhooked the lock, opening the safety door, and waved his arm.
"Alright! Fighters, make your way to the Auditorium for the opening announcement!" He said, simply and made his way back to his post.
Hwoarang, Julia and Xiaoyu were the first three off. King followed them at a calm pace, side by side by side with Paul, hus sombrero over his head to shade his face. The wind blew his surape around as it rested over his shoulders. He glanced down some to see a shadow looming over him as he walked. A small smirk crossed his lips as he knew that Craig Marduk was behind him. He stepped off of the docks and onto the soft, fresh green grass and looked around. 'Beautiful place for a con-man's refuge.' King thought and continued towards the Auditorium building, now a few feet behind Paul. He looked up when he heard his friend's voice and caught up to his side.
"You gonna take him out or what?" Paul asked, glancing a little bit back at Craig, not wanting to be noticed by him. The guy was one scary looking son of a bitch.
King shook his head, talking softly. "Not now. I'll take a chance of beating him at the tournament. That way he can't make it a brawl since all fights are under watch of Mishima gaurds." King glanced sideways to Paul as they walked for a brief second and gave him a "trust me" wink, then looked back ahead as they reached the doors, and pushed one open, going in with Paul and the others behind him. He looked around at the auditorium which had changed in two years. The seats had new red velvet over them, the stage was newly painted. The walls were redone, it was like a whole new room! King chuckled softly and made his way down to sit in a row behind Hwoarang, Julia and Xiaoyu. Paul sat next to, setting his bag at his feet. King did as well, removing his sombrero and set it in his lap.
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Kazuya walked, last in line keeping a distance between him and the crowd. He didn't like social company. He stepped into the auditorium and took a seat in the very back, and crossed his arms as an elderly man walked from the side of the curtains towards the podium. Father? No, just his assistant. It was about time for the man to keel over, Kazuya thought. He took this moment to glance over the fighters to see who had come. He even recognized a few. Lei Wulong, the police officer. Wise, strong and a good fighter. Marshall Law the dojo instructor, from that Kazuya's memories last told him. Law was quick and deadly. He reminded Kazuya of the actor Bruce Lee he used to watch when he was a boy. He noticed the youthful, Nina Williams. Kazuya had to admit she had an attractive appearance, but her physical impression stunned him. She looked exactly how she looked 20 years ago. His eyes narrowed in wonder as he gave a soft 'Hmm.' He would have to find an answer to that question when he was done with his primary task. His eyes wandered to set upon Yoshimitsu. The ninja warrior had lost to him in the second tournament, and had gone through a change of appearance, now dawning bronze armor and a skull face. 'Is that a mask?' Kazuya thought, 'Or did he upgrade himself again?' Then he noticed Paul Phoenix and sighed in disgust. The cocky street fighter had returned again. Would he ever take the hint that he was no good against professionals? The Mexican that sat next to him, Kazuya didn't know although he heard the naive young girl and the redhead he had a conflict with calling him King. 'The original's sucessor maybe.' He said to himself. He took a brief glance over the new faces before the assistant made it to the podium and began to speak.
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen." The old man paused as he gazed over the crowd behind his glasses. "We, the people of the Mishima Zaibatsu are pleased to have so many of you here to participate in the 4th annual, King Of The Iron Fist Tournament. I myself am glad to see so many familiar faces." The old man smiled as he looked around, then continued. "But without further due, allow me to welcome the man responsible for this exciting event. Please give your welcome, to Heihachi Mishima!"
The fighters gave respect claps, although Kazuya could tell the truth behind it all. 'Most of these people don't want to get shot before the tournament starts.' He thought with a smile. Upon this he noticed the grey haired fighter who had not yet said a word, wasn't even clapping. 'Brave fellow.' Kazuya smirked as he turned back to the stage at hearing his fathers name. His good mood faded and he sneered some, crossing his arms. The figure of his father emerged from the side curtain. His physical appearance had gone from a striping young man to an old, gimp since Kazuya last saw him. He leaned back, hiding himself the best he could with the help of his sunglasses.
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Heihachi Mishima walked across the stage over towards the podium. His white business suit, along with his blue jacket with the inner sheep skin trim, hid his muscles well. He came to the podium, resting his hands on the edge on the sides, leaning forward to the microphone. He paused a second or two before he began speaking, looking over the crowd of fighters. 'Where is he?' Heihachi thought. 'I know you're here Kazuya.' But he didn't see him at all, he snorted and began.
"Konnichiwa rediizu ando dannashuu, and welcome to the 4th annual King Of The Iron Fist Tournament." Heihachi forced a polite smile to send a false impression out on the four new faces he saw, Christie, Steve, Craig and Violet. "I am pleased to see some new faces about us." He paused and smirked, "As well as so many old ones." He noticed the majority of the people shift in their seats. Violet looked up from his watch at Heihachi. That brought question to the old man's mind. The look this new fighter gave him seemed awfully familiar. Another, lone fighter in the back crossed his arms and leaned back. 'Who's that?' Heihachi thought but shook the possibility of either of them being Kazuya from his head and continued. "The tournament begins in two days. You have until then to get to know the enviroment of the island and enjoy yourselves. You have room numbers to the hotel on your ticket. Everyone has a room mate. Have a good evening, that is all." He nodded to them giving them a dismissal sign, before departing through the curtain again. He felt that Kazuya was near but was he among the crowd? He had to be! No matter. He would find out whether he had come or not in a matter of days. Heihachi saw to it that the fighters were paired and roomed according to their tickets. 'It's almost time.' He thought with a dark grin.
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Sorry for the long delay. How did you all like it? I know it's kinda slow, tournament date wise but hey, I promise you, you will love the tournament scenes. REVIEWS, please.
