King of The Iron Fist Tournament 5
Ramblings: I was thinking about this fic the whole day today… I don't know why… but it's like ON MY FREAKIN' MIND DAMN IT! ^^;;; sorrie.. This is what candy does… oh yeah. This is like 25 years after the Tournament 4… but Heihachi is still there because, if you remember, bonding the devil gene and the ogre gene together will provide him with immortality… and I was thinking that Yoshimitsu would still be alive… 'Cause he's like almost all machine… and he's cool… ^^;
Warning: This fic will eventually display Yaoi…which means guy x guy… male x male…. Get the point? Yeahh.. ummm.. so… if u got problems with it… I suggest you go out the way you came in… thank you
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Chapter 2
Purposes
Water cascaded down the smooth curvy body of a young woman, soaking the long blonde hair that fell to the hips. The heat from the hot water misted up the mirrors in the shower room, her reflection shrouded in obscurity. Drying the water off her body with a large white towel and wrapping it around herself, she sauntered over to her dresser. Pulling out thin and silky under garments, she slipped into them. Long, thin legs slipped into the short leather skirt as she pulled it up to her waist. Buttoning up the short silky shirt and leaving the top three buttons unbuttoned, her round breasts remained partially confined.
'Heihachi Mishima… you will pay for the death of my family… and all those other innocent people…'
Icy cold emerald eyes flashed dangerously, cruel and beautiful. The thin rouge lips formed a smirk. The pale skin, the emerald eyes and the rouge lips would've promised perfection and beauty, but she held an icy aura that contradicted the possible perfection. Tying her long blonde hair up in a high ponytail that reached down to her slender waist, she grabbed her bag from her bed. Glancing once more at the flyer that was tacked to the wall, which announced the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5, she put on her high-heeled boots. Tears threatened to spill as she glanced back and forth at the flyer and the picture that was next to it. Family… friends…she would fight for them. Heihachi Mishima had gone too far, he had just stepped into a game, a dangerous game. The tears fell silently down the pale cheeks. Heihachi would drown in those tears of who have suffered, but were too afraid to step up, and he would regret everything he did. Walking out and closing the door with a small click, she put everything behind in the past; she left behind the tears, weakness, and memories of her friends and family. Only one thing was set in her mind.
There was no way to stop her… she would strike down her opponents as a hawk would strike down its prey… Alicia Phoenix would be a name that everyone would remember…
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"Yoshimitsu-sama! Yoshimitsu-sama! You can't leave! Please…!"
A short girl, about 5 feet at the age of 16, with light purple hair and large brown eyes held onto the arm of the cyborg ninja. She was clad in a black gi, adorned with two ring earrings on each ear and arm guard on each arm, and had two rapiers tied to her back. Yoshimitsu looked at the youngest member of the Manji-clan. Her lips quivered at the thoughts of her mentor disappearing off, eyes imploring to the leader of the clan to stay.
"If you go… then the clan would have no leader to follow… and… and… what if we're attacked?"
She was afraid that Yoshimitsu would never come back. He was like a father to her. He had found her when she was a tiny infant, left in the rubble of her home and her parents dead, and had raised her as a Manji ninja. He had taught her how to fight, he had taught her the concepts of rights and wrong, good and evil, and the purity of the lack of materialistic possessions and greed.
"Why do you think I taught you to fight? To defend those who cannot defend themselves… you are way too impulsive, Yuki... organize your thoughts before they slip off your tongue…"
"I am not impulsive…then… I WANT TO GO, TOO!"
Brushing aside her argumentative side, she tightened her hold on Yoshimitsu's arm. Yoshimitsu picked up the small girl and placed her on a large rock. His glowing yellow eyes blazed into the brown eyes of Yuki, seeing the concern and fear in her eyes.
"Why are you afraid? If you are truly good, as you claim to be, then you should have nothing to fear…"
Sitting cross-legged on the rock, Yuki folded her arms in front of her chest and looked at Yoshimitsu. Why couldn't he understand her reason for being afraid? Or was it that she couldn't understand… she couldn't understand his motives for going…
"Why are you going?"
"As long as evil dares to trudge on the path of good, I must fight…"
Yuki fell silent. Evil… Heihachi Mishima… Yoshimitsu was fighting to end the reign of the vile man. He was fighting to restore the light back to the world. He was fighting to end the life of the man who had taken away the lives of her unknown parents. He had been hearing the endless, silent calls of many that were suffering because of the deeds of one single man. The innumerable tears, death of innocence and light… death of her parents because they tried to fight for restoration of light and hope…
"I want to go with you… it's time I face up to the man that took away my past…"
"If your heart wills for you to fight… but if you feel it's your duty to fight… then you cannot come…"
What did he mean? Her purpose was to avenge the death of her parents, her reason for fighting. She didn't know whether it was her heart's will, but she had to fight anyway. Nodding, she acknowledged that she wanted to come along. Yoshimitsu turned around and continued on his way, Yuki followed. No matter what they had to face, no matter where they had to go, Heihachi Mishima would fall to the dreary world of Hell, struck down by her.
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A spiky, raven-haired boy, displaying a quite familiar look, wandered down the street with his best friend. Brown highlights streaked the dark hair, accenting the boy's good looks. The dark eyebrows accented the deep black eyes that rested underneath the neat array of strands of hair. Strong hand held tightly at the strap of the bag, the name 'Kazama' embroidered on the dark fabric of the bag. The hood of the boy's black jacket bounced in a jolly mood, the same mood the raven-haired boy seemed to be in.
"You know I'll win this damn tournament, Kouji… have some faith in me!"
Zeal sounded the voice of the youth as he addressed his companion. Kouji tossed his head back in laughter, his chocolate brown eyes full of excitement.
"Sure, sure… but you have to remember… I'm entering this tournament too. And I'm going to kick your ass!"
Kouji was the same height as his friend, almost 6 feet, their playful glares met and sparked another laughter between the two. The raven-haired boy ruffled Kouji's shorter and spiky, brown hair.
"Whatever, man… Ryuu Kazama ain't gonna lose to no fool… I am the son of Jin Kazama and Ling Xiaoyu! I cannot lose!"
A playful smack on the head by Kouji pulled Ryuu down from the sky and back to earth. Kouji skipped ahead, turning around to face his friend.
"No… you're not going to lose to a fool… but you'll probably lose to a girl… you always go gawking after every chick you see."
A shade of crimson crept onto Ryuu's face in embarrassment. Pushing aside the playful mood, Kouji wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulder and said, "But… I'll be there to slap ya back to reality… 'cause we're friends and that's what friends are for…"
Ryuu smiled in appreciation, exchanging high-five with Kouji, and said, "That's right… we'll be there for each other… no matter what! Nothing will come between us…"
Then the two began to run, racing against each other. They were friends and rivals. This tournament would end their rivalry, but never their friendship…
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^^;; What do you think? I thought this was a real bad chapter… sigh I wanna be a good writer… yes… Ryuu looks a lot like his father, but his wild personality is just like his mother's…