King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5

Rambling: So far this fic has only proved to be a failure... I've had some doubts about continuing it... but I can't give up, can I? Giving up should not even cross my mind...I also messed up when I named the previous chapter as "chapter 3" it was supposed to be chapter 2... ^^;; gomen....

Disclaimer: Tekken does not belong to me... I wish it did!! T-T but most of the characters in my fic do belong to me... hehehe... mouhahahahaahhahaha!! *coughcough*

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Chapter 3

Hwoansang's eyes wandered around the lobby of the room the contestants were directed to. Nervous, his hands tightened their holds on the straps of his backpack. The violet-haired girl was chatting away with the receptionist, and Hwoansang could tell that the receptionist was actually frightened of the girl. Everyone seemed so sure of everything. The blonde girl was filing her nails, emerald eyes wandering around occasionally. He waited, biting his lip, for his name to be called and be given the key to the room he'll be staying in.

"Contestant number 3... Hwoansang!"

His legs moved him quickly to the reception desk, his body soon colliding in with that of another. Crashing to the ground, Hwoansang rubbed the wrist that he had used to support him during the fall. Looking up, Hwoansang's eyes met a pair of fierce, black eyes. A hand reached out, offering him some help. Brushing his hand on the side of his baggy jeans, Hwoansang accepted the extended hand.

"Thank you..."

Then he walked over to the desk and received his room key. Soon everyone was either given a key to a room or directed to share one with another contestant. Following a loud clearing of a throat, a voice called out for attention from the top of the stairs.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5. You should all be proud to even be standing in this room... you're all prized fighters, but amongst you lies a champion fighter... that will be determined in the tournament... one of you will win and receive the whole Mishima Zaibatsu as prize..."

Hwoansang looked around. A champion among champions... that title will surely impress his father. He listened carefully to the rules of the tournament and when it will start. Two days from today... at sunrise... He had two days to train and prepare himself for the fight. As soon as the announcement was over, the tension in the air that loomed in the lobby broke away. Contestants began to chat loudly, waiting for the big, festive dinner that was to arrive soon.

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Throwing the voluminous luggage onto the small bed, Hwoansang's brown eyes searched the room for any sign of company. The tide of uneasiness soon subsided, leaving Hwoansang alone to his thoughts. Deep pool of black... gentle grasp on his hand... pink hue teased Hwoansang's cheeks as he recalled upon the figure he had ran into. How stupid of him to bump into someone like that... someone like what? Someone... so... wonderful...

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Ryuu's POV

I watched the red-haired boy walk up the stairs, watching every movement of his frail form. The pale, creamy skin and slender frame... such delectable features in a boy. The smoothness of his skin running also in his voice... was he trying to seduce me? No... I would be able to know if he was... he wasn't... brown pools of innocence that accented that same innocence written on his face...

Throw me to the face of the wind so that it will strike me hard and try to bring me back down to earth in its rough gestures, but I was lost in a fantasy. Walking up the stairs, I followed him and watched him enter his room. How was I to approach him? I would look like a fool if I went up to him and told him I was in complete love with him. Was I in a position to call such feeling 'love'? No... it's just lust... temporary... I hoped...My thoughts turned to the unknown boy who had managed to enchant me in mere moments, his sweet aroma tickling my senses awake.

Rapt in thoughts of you, I don't seem to notice anything as I stand here alone. How you managed to grab my attention like that, I do not know. Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes that lured me to you... the innocence that waited to be taken away. Your sweet voice flowing with small tides in my mind as images of you soaked my awakened senses... do you not realize that you have just woken up the inevitable? The moment where you'll eventually become mine... whether you like it or not... the sweet smell of you mingling with the demon blood that flows within me... I'll strip you of that innocence, to the core where there'll be great feast upon your little cries and tears, and leave you to face the cold truth. Why must you stir up such emotions in me? You don't know how hard it is to suppress these yearnings when I'm in thoughts... thoughts of you...

We've met in such short moments... but it will take longer than that for you to gain trust in me... then short moments, in those moments your innocence will be stripped away... then it will take maybe an eternity for you to return the equal affection...

I left Kouji with the other contestants, to find you, and walked up the stairs. At that moment, I least expected to see you through the open door of your room. Your form, bent over the bed as you pulled your belongings out of your backpack, was a quite marvelous sight to my eyes. The contour of your porcelain figure was so smooth, adding more to my desire to push you against the wall and take you right there. The mere sight of you tormented me so, driving me to the brink of insanity.

I knocked on the door, getting your attention, and saw you stand up and look at me standing in your doorway. Startled you were, but you smiled anyway. You walked over to me and looked at the sheet of paper in my hand, which had the number of my room, and asked if I was your roommate. I didn't know, so I opened up the folded sheet of paper. My mind became contorted in frustration and odd joy as I read the number over and over again. I nodded and you smiled again, my heart skipping another beat. You held out your hand and said, "My name is Hwoansang..."

I took your hand in mine and said, "Ryuu... Ryuu Kazama..."

You told me that your name means fantasy, and I thought that the name suited you well. You looked at me as if my name rang a bell, and I saw familiarity in your features as well. A figure from the days of my childhood when my father would tell me stories, stories of a great fighter. I've seen pictures of him, but there is something different between him and you. You don't hold yourself the same way he does, and your eyes aren't as cold as his were.

Normal POV

Ryuu sat on the bed, the springs screeched in annoyance, and asked, "Is this the only bed in the room?"

Hwoansang nodded and said, "But I'll sleep on the floor... you can sleep on the bed..."

Ryuu shook his head and smiled. He didn't want the other sleeping on the floor, such refined individual shouldn't have to sleep on hard floors.

"I'll sleep on the floor... or we can share the same bed, if you don't mind that is..."

Hwoansang shook his head and said that he didn't mind, lovely shade of crimson tinting the creamy skin. The devil in Ryuu smirked, the array of his bangs hiding the expression.

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1st day of the Tournament...

Clad in tight leather pants and leather tank-top, Alicia Phoenix walked down the hall to the stadium. The heels of her boots clicked loudly on the marble floors as she stopped in front of the doors that would soon lead her into the ring. Strands of blonde hair fell down the sides of her angular face, rest tied up in a ponytail. The curves of her body accented by the tight outfit, her muscles flexed in yearning for a fight. Entering through the open doors, she stepped into the ring to face her opponent. Pale blue met with emerald as the two fighters looked at each other, eye to eye. The gray-haired man growled and said, "This isn't some beauty pageant, you ought to know..."

Alicia's lips curled up in a cold smirk as she replied, "I was about to say the same to you..."

The amplified voice announced, "Bryan Fury versus Alicia Phoenix!"

"Phoenix..." Bryan smirked. "Let me guess... the great Paul Phoenix's daughter?"

Alicia met the sardonic smirk with her own, "You bet... and you can bet another thing... maybe my father was 'great' but I'm more than that..."

Bryan cracked his knuckles and chuckled as he said, "You certainly are, little girl..."

Alicia stepped back a little, leaving a space between the two, and got into a fighting stance. The fighting stance that once belonged to Paul Phoenix fit her well, the blood of the great fighter running in her veins.

"READY... FIGHT!"

Bryan had intended to end this fight early, so he lunged forward with a powerful punch. Alicia countered with a powerful kick, using the style of Karate, and sent Bryan back. Quickly, Bryan went into the Hands of Doom combo and attacked her with the Flying Knee Kick. Alicia got up, tasting blood on her lips, and went in for the Rapid Fire, watching Bryan double up in pain. However, her satisfaction did not last long, Bryan came forward with the Hammer Driver, pounding her to the ground. The experienced fighter had the upper hand in this fight, but Alicia could not give up. She had to avenge the death of her family and suffering of those whom she loved; she had to win. Stepping back, she quickly pulled off the Thunder Palm Combo and sent Bryan flying back. Panting, she prepared for the infamous Phoenix Smasher as Bryan came running toward her and landed the final blow to Bryan's midsection. Bryan fell back, the burning pain consuming his body, and stayed still on the floor. Alicia let her ponytail loose, smiling triumphantly as she stepped on Bryan's chest with her high heel. One step closer to Heihachi Mishima... her eyes flashed menacingly as she looked down at Bryan and said, "Maybe next time..."

The she walked away, the fiery determination burning stronger and stronger. Bryan got up and smirked. Next time, he'll have total control over her...

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^^;; wow... that was really bad... and my sister is going crazy 'cause I made Bryan lose and she's a Bryan fan... sigh well... please R&R!!