Author's Notes: Hey! FF.net's been having problems and some the reviews for chapter ten have been deleted. I got four reviews, and 75% of them have been deleted. Damn this site! Anyway, to all you who have review, if you had anything special to say or ask, or whatever it was just review this chapter and tell me. If it wasn't anything important, don't bother unless you want to.
Joey/Mai fan15: Okay, I'll see what I can do to change him a little. I'll show his personality in this chapter a little bit more.
Sleeping Awake
* Reveal to me these mysteries, can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors, unlock these secrets in me
Describe your vision, the meaning is missing...
Won't anybody listen?
Define the riddles of my mind......
Nothing is strictly, what it means*
- Sleeping Awake, P.O.D.
Damn it.
Kisho looked up, he was very tired. He heard the ringing sound from the door bell. He jolted up out of his bed, and opened the door to whoever the person was, who had dared to wake him up at this hour of the day.
" Konnichiwa! We're here from the magazine, we're here for the interview?" An young woman, with a camer crew behind her, asked. Noticing Kisho's clueless reaction, she continued. " No one notified you, no?"
" Huh?" Kisho responded, his reply was muffled. And he was surprise that he actually could reply. He was too tired to speak right now. He watched as the woman angrily took out a cellphone and dialed a number, then she continued to yell at someone in Japanese. After a while, the young lady put down the phone and directed her attention at Kisho.
" Okay, well. You have half an hour to get ready, then you are to be down in the hall. You will meet some fighters there, and you all will be car pooled to the magazine's center and there you'll be interviewed. You don't need more time than half an hour, no?"
Before Kisho could reply, the woman had began to speak. " Great. You will have photos taken, so wear something nice!"
The woman started to walk away. Kisho closed the door.
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Kisho walked down, to the hall. He was a few minutes early. He watched the other fighters. There were four fighters. He recognized two; Shoma and Mackenzie.
Shoma wore a blood red pair of Gi pants, with a sign of the Yin and the Ying on it, in black and white. It suited him. Shoma looked tired. Very tired.
Kisho looked over at Mackenzie. The Austrailian teenager looked tired, but it wasn't that noticable behind her hyperness. Mackenzie wore a teal crop top and a pair of dark blue jeans. Her hair was up, in a ponytail and she wore huge loop earrings, as accessories. She was talking to another fighter.
It was a guy, a very tall guy. He had sandy brown hair, with bangs falling down on his face and had bright green eyes. He wore a baseball cap, with a florescent sky blue t-shirt with words in different languages, scribbled over it in gold. He wore a pair of matching pants.
There was a girl, standing in the corner. She looked to be cold, seeing as what she was wearing wasn't much. A black tube top, and a short black skirt, made of some silk with a light layer of dark blood red fishnet over it.
Kisho recognized her, faintly. Guan Yin. She was the girl, that he had warned about the project. Kisho looked at her again, after sweeping his dark blue hood over his hair.
Another person appeared. It was the woman, who had visited them all earlier. " Okay, I will now call out your names. When you hear your name, say something that will tell me that you're here."
Everyone looked up, as the woman started. " Mackenzie Jones?"
" Yeah." The teenage girl said, in reply. The Japanese woman continued.
" Shoma Takamouri?"
" Here." Shoma replied, shortly. It was a direct answer.
" Takai Fujimoto?" The woman inquired. Kisho nodded, notifying the woman that he was there.
" Guan Yin Moon?"
" Huh?" The girl replied, rubbing her eyes. She hadn't been paying attention. The woman took that as a 'yes' and continued.
" And finally, Jeff Hardey?" The woman asked. The guy, Mackenzie had been talking to, replied.
" Now, we're all here!" The Japanese woman replied, with enthusiasm in her voice. " Okay, let's go."
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Kisho looked around, the room's were decorated with oriental interior design. The walls were pearl white and had golden Kanji letters along it. There were cubsicles, with laptops of the greatest tecnology.
The five fighters were lead into a room, it had five chairs around a small table. There was a microphone plugged into the ground and it had a tape recorder. A small part of the dark room, was put out for photography.
" Sit down." The Japanese woman said, enthusiasticly. The fighters gathered around her.
" Now, I have some questions... I'd like to ask you. It will be for the magazine. The magazine, Sugoi, is one of the most popular magazines for teenagers. And you all, are lucky to be in the magazine. All the fighters will be in it. There will be profiles for you and a group photo. Can I start?"
Some of the fighters nodded. The woman decided to continue.
" I'll start with you, Mackenzie." She said, and turned to the teenager. She heald the microphone towards her, and started to question her.
" Name?"
" Mackenzie Marguerite Jones." Mackenzie responded, looked as notes were taken.
" Age?" The woman questioned, waiting to start taking notes.
" Seventeen." She replied, wondering what the next question would be.
" Nationality?"
" Austrailian." She responded, smiling.
" Fighting Style?"
" Shorin Ryu." Mackenzie replied, proudly.
" What do you like to do?"
" I like playing videgames and doing different sports." Mackenzie added, thoughtfully.
" Biography?" The woman inquired.
" I entered this tournament, to have fun and kick ass, while doing that." The reply came with smile.
" Okay, what about you, Shoma?" The woman continued and directed her glance at him.
" Name?"
" Shoma Koji Takamouri." He blankly responded. There was something in his voice, it was so cold.
" Age?" She demanded.
" Nineteen."
" Nationality?"
" Japanese." He said, his tone was very cold and that seemed to annoy the journalist.
" Fighting Style?"
" Kendo mixed with Jujitsu." He responded.
" What do you like to do?"
" Train." He replied.
" Biography?" She waited, noticing the silence. " You know, the reason, why you entered?"
" That's none of your buisness." He stated, coldly. He exited the room, after that.
" Okay, Takai, you're next. Name?"
" Takai Fujimoto." He stated.
" Age?"
" Seventeen." He continued.
" Nationality?"
" Japanese."
" Okay, I already know your fighting style, so what do you like to do?"
" I like traveling." He replied, again.
" Okay, and finally, biography?"
" I entered this tournament, to fight against the proffessionals and take my family out of their long line of debt." He made it up, quickly but replied slowly.
" Fine, Guan Yin... Your turn. Name?"
" Guan Yin Joo-Eun Moon." She replied.
" Age?" The woman inquired.
" Eighteen."
" Nationality?"
" Part Korean, part Chinese and part Japanese." The woman looked at her, strangely. " Don't ask!"
" Fighting Style?" The next question came.
" Jeet Kune Do." She replied.
" What do you like to do?"
" Well... I'm a computer freak, so take a guess." She replied, somewhat sarcasticly.
" Biography?"
" Um, well I came to this tournament to fullfill my dreams. I'm going to win this tournament." She quickly replied.
" You?" The woman said, pointing to the fifth fighter. " Speak up!"
" Jeff Nathaniel Hardey."
" Age?"
" Twenty two." He continued.
" Nationality?"
" Half British and half German."
" Fighting Style?"
" Goja Ryu."
" What do you like to do?" She asked.
" I love to swim."
" Finally, biography?" She said, finally shutting up.
" I've always loved to fight, and now I found a chance to fight." He explained.
All the fighters, in the room looked up at the woman. They were finished.
" Now, we're going to take separate pictures and then, a group photo. Then, you may go home!" She said.
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Author's Notes: Okay, now I'm finished. This chapter was crap, in my opinion. The next chapter will be better, I promise.