Author's Notes: Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. It's just that I've been focussing on my fanfic in the Dead Or Alive section, but now that it's completed- I'm focussing on this one and the other fanfic's sequel.
BabyG2988: Thank you. My summer's been great. Thanks for asking, and by the way, how's yours been?
On The Edge Of Disaster
Sol walked up the stairs. He looked at the ground as he walked through the newly painted blue hallway. A door was slightly open, letting him peek into the room. He saw a girl standing there.
He couldn't see her face, he just saw her from the back. She had straight but messy black hair with red highlights. She wore an oversized white t-shirt with black stripes and letters over it and a pair of shorts. The girl turned around and to see his surprised look.
" Who are you?" He asked.
" My name's Aya." She replied.
" What are you doing here?" He questioned, his tone was an angry one, but still it didn't seem to intimidate the young girl.
" I live here. Your grandfather is friend of my father and decided to let me stay here for a while."
" A while?" came the reply.
" Yeah, I'm staying here for the next year or so. I'm here for my education; my father thought it would be good to let me finish mine here." She lied smoothly.
The door was opened again and Kazuya entered. He looked at the two, before speaking.
" Oh, so I see you've met Aya, Sol." Kazuya said, and looked at the two. The girl smiled, it wasn't happy smile. More of a smirk.
" Yes, grandfather." Sol replied.
" Oh well, don't be too long…. You have to begin your training for the continuation of the tournament. Aya, you can join us if you want." Kazuya began. " I'll be in the Dojo."
" Some other time." The girl replied.
" I'll be there soon." Sol said, the elder Mishima left the room and the younger one stayed there for a while. He picked something up from the ground, just before leaving. " From where did you get this…?"
Aya looked at the picture, he was holding. It was one of Jun Kazama, her half-sister. " Uh, I found it earlier and your grandfather let me keep it. Jun was my favourite fighter in the second tournament."
" Oh." He simply muttered and wandered off.
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Jett looked up at the sky. The young teenager was walking home, as the rain started to fall down upon the cold and crowded streets of Tokyo. His journey was interesting; he had came to Tokyo for one thing. The King Of Ironfist Tournament 6. If he won, the American teenager could take his family out of their long line of debt.
He averted his gaze, forward after walking for a while and saw the hotel. He decided to enter the building and did the action, assigned to him in his head.
The building was lit up and he saw lots of people there. That was strange, because the hotel was mostly for the fighters, who came from different countries and needed a place to stay.
He passed by the crowd of people, not recognizing a single face, to see a man selling something. He then noticed that the man was selling tickets to the next round of fights.
The American was surprised, and didn't know whether to ask the elderly Japanese man. He would have to use his Japanese, which was very bad. The last time, he tried talking to someone was when he was downtown; He managed to somehow offend the salesman of a store, when trying to simply ask for directions.
He scanned the crowd and looked at the man, as he saw the man speaking to the crowd of people in Japanese. After a while, seeing as it was no use, he left.
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Azreal looked up, the door opened. He jolted up from his bed, before the person came in. It was someone, who worked for the hotel. The man quickly left a letter on the table, and left without a word.
Azreal scanned the letter, before starting to read it. It was very interesting. He found out about the following rounds of the tournament and that he would fight a few days after the tournament began again. He was to fight in a week and five days.
Azreal decided that he needed to brush up on the moves, he knew for his deadly martial art. And he knew that the training hall would be empty, since there weren't many fighters, who knew about the continuation. And the fighters, who did, probably had other plans.
The young man had decided to train more and more, for the upcoming days. If he did, he stood a chance of making it past the preliminary fights that took place. He had to win two fights, to pass them.
And he knew the upcoming fight would be tough. He had great confidence, but Azreal was however very modest.
Azreal stood up, after drifting out of his thoughts and left to change into his fighting outfit and leave for the training hall.
After changing into a black gi with dark red lining and letter on the back, he left the room. Filled with hope, he left the room to go and do some training.
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Author's Notes: There you go. The next update will come soon. Hopefully….! Until then, review.
