I really have nothing to say as of now. As always, I don't own any of this
wonderful PS2, Xbox, or Game cube charas. Thanks loves. Once again, Anna
means Anastasia, not Anna from the game. I didn't own the game at the time
I made up Anna.
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A week after the lest chap~
"You'd think a girl could find some descent shades..." complained, a tall, curvy woman with long, chestnut hued hair pulled loosely to one side, topped with a crimson red cowboy hat and matching cowboy boots. She had on a simple pair of boot-cut jeans, and a plain white tank top with three vertical digressing slits. She had a pair of the prettiest blue eyes this side of America. And she was a beautiful native of Australia.
The summer sun sat seeming less unnoticed, as Jodi Akalin, the beautiful cowgirl, walked along side her petite friend. She was short, with long, sand-dusted colored hair, with a slight auburn feel. She was short, light in weight, but with a curvy built, one worthy of attention. Of course, she felt less than deserving than her pretty friend, the Australian beauty, racing champion, and all around winner. She was like a model; a perfect picture on one of her canvas. The painter and the racer; what a match.
"It's not hot enough for shades."
"I know, but they look cool," the words rolling off her tongue with a heavy Australian accent. She really looked like a modern cowgirl—beauty and all.
"Is everything cool with you?"
"Well, when you look as good as me, everything has to be."
"Someone's full of themselves..."
"It's not bragging if it's true."
Kay's lips parched as if she had the words written in stone. Stone that had suddenly vanished.
"Where are you taking me again cobber?"
"To meet my friends."
"Are they're guys?"
"Lots."
"Are they cute?"
"Very." "Do they have bi—"
"...Jodi."
"What? I could use a little fun. Actually, I could use BIG fun if you catch my drift," Jodi added with a small smirk and twinkle about her eyes.
"You are so bad..."
"And what do you and Dante—was it? —Do all day? I mean, aren't you two shacking up?"
"No! We're just leaving together w/o being married."
"..."
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A soft sigh was heard quietly throughout the woods. Its owner was Jin Kazama, a large masculine coffee-hued man with sharply arched brows, and soft pouty lips. His milk chocolate eyes were hidden beneath beautiful lashes that lay thickly among soft, fastened lids. He was in a state of complete tranquility—well, at least as tranquil as a demonically possessed misfortunate soul can get. Not to mention that every man had a price on his head, and every girl had a price for his...not head. But I digress. Baths had always made Jin feel at ease, relaxed; he didn't seem to mind the bird's chirping or the wind whistling along to the melody of the flowers rhyme. It was peaceful here.
Even with this sudden change in moods, and optimistically colored eyes, Jin still remained Jin. His lips forever curved into the perfect pout. His top lip, a full candy red hiding a luscious cotton candy colored bottom. His hair was another remaining Jin factor, still edgy, pointing straight up in a wild cut. Same old Jin.
"Uhm...Mr. Kazama..." a timid voice called out nervously from behind. Jin sat up, stiff and uneasy at the sudden intrusion. Turning slowly, he took in the sight of Zoë, standing beside a massive sized tree, glowing a crimson complexion at the sight she almost saw; Jin Kazama sat there, turning towards her, wading in the water, clothed in abso-bloody-lutely nothing. She stared at his cinnamon hued chest; harden muscles dripping with beads of water flowing downward. She watched as a single bead swam down the cinnamon toned ocean, curving over each rapidly changing ripple and curve, following it's escapade of endless joy (Sorry! Got carried away! ^-^:: ). She watched it slowly slide over mounds of mass muscles, and finally reach the bottom, signaled by a visible v line that indicated what was immediately followed. She tried not to think of that.
"Miss Zoë..." he began about to stand up fully in the water.
"No don't!" she shouted, turning a bright cherry red, shutting her eyes tightly.
Jin blushed bashfully, forgetting his nudity for a small second, and then regaining his composure. "Zoë..."
"Maybe I should go take a walk somewhere else..." she said slowly, eyes still covered.
"No, no, no...I'll change." He stepped out of the water, masculine body still dripping pleasantly, as he made his way over to one lucky ass towel. He picked it up, lightly drying his wet, fabulously built body, then wrapping it carefully around his waist. That was indeed, a lucky towel, receiving the pleasure of being touched by Jin Kazama. And more importantly, his –as I was saying, he wrapped the towel carefully around his waist, dangling off his smooth hips. He quickly made his way past Zoë, his towel flying up behind him like a banner. That banner must of said "Damn I'm Hot." Zoë, feeling the gust of air pass her by shivered slightly.
Jin quickly slid on a pair of onyx colored pants, with a white flame motif a.k.a the g pants. He slid on an equally well-designed jacket, tying a red belt around his pants. He left his cinnamon-colored chest partially exposed, just enough to dazzle at his muscle-bonded physique. "You can open your eyes now..."
Hesitantly, Zoë opened her eyes, glancing up at him.
"Sorry I disturbed your bath," she apologized, still a flustered cherry, fidgeting nervously with her hidden hands.
"That's alright. I was almost done anyway."
"So uhm...do you always bath in forests?"
"Whenever I get the chance."
"Oh..."
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Just taking a walk. I love forests."
Jin blinked. "So then, you like nature?"
"Yes! I love nature! As well as animals. I'm a florist, aside from a student."
"A florist?"
"Yes, I'm a bit of an aboriginal."
"Oh. That's right, you're from Australia aren't yo—?" his sentence was interrupted, as his view was cut short by two muscle bound men. Another two stood, holding a struggling Zoë.
"HEY! Leave her alone!"
"We're only doing our job Mr. Kazama. We are your body guards."
"But she's a friend! I didn't even ASK for body guards!"
"Jin!!" Zoë shouted, hitting one of the guards whose hands were a bit to wondrous for her taste.
"PUT HER DOWN NOW!" Jin screamed in an almost demonic voice. Touchy. With that, the two guards dropped her like a forgotten item. Jin stared at them violently, walking over and helping her up.
"I'm so..."
"I have to go," she dusted herself off, smiling a weak good-bye to Jin, then turning and walking off. Jin glared at his guards in spit, rolling up his long sleeves and staring at them like prey. At this they screamed, running into the lake, wading for their lives.
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! I CAN'T EVEN TALK TO PEOPLE ANYMORE!" yelled an angered Jin, who then waded in after them.
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"Hey guys!" shouted the perky Kay, waving a hand towards her friend. Ob, Dion, Dante, Cmic, and Carlos Oliveria were the first to look up.
"I want you all to meet my friend!" At this, a tall, curvy woman walked in, formally known as Jodi. She tilted her crimson cowboy hat and nodded her head in greeting.
"G'day mates."
"Hi..." chimed most of the males hypnotically. Their female counterparts frowned at them. Kay just sweat dropped. Jodi walked into the regally sized room, scanning her surroundings. The floor was that of marble, neatly shined, glowing with her reflection. There was large television set aside surrounded by the latest sound systems. The ceilings, soaring above her, were magnificently detailed, every loop in place. And the men. The men were hot.
"Hey, are you staying for the sleep over?" Ob inquired.
"Sure. Sounds like fun mate."
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A week after the lest chap~
"You'd think a girl could find some descent shades..." complained, a tall, curvy woman with long, chestnut hued hair pulled loosely to one side, topped with a crimson red cowboy hat and matching cowboy boots. She had on a simple pair of boot-cut jeans, and a plain white tank top with three vertical digressing slits. She had a pair of the prettiest blue eyes this side of America. And she was a beautiful native of Australia.
The summer sun sat seeming less unnoticed, as Jodi Akalin, the beautiful cowgirl, walked along side her petite friend. She was short, with long, sand-dusted colored hair, with a slight auburn feel. She was short, light in weight, but with a curvy built, one worthy of attention. Of course, she felt less than deserving than her pretty friend, the Australian beauty, racing champion, and all around winner. She was like a model; a perfect picture on one of her canvas. The painter and the racer; what a match.
"It's not hot enough for shades."
"I know, but they look cool," the words rolling off her tongue with a heavy Australian accent. She really looked like a modern cowgirl—beauty and all.
"Is everything cool with you?"
"Well, when you look as good as me, everything has to be."
"Someone's full of themselves..."
"It's not bragging if it's true."
Kay's lips parched as if she had the words written in stone. Stone that had suddenly vanished.
"Where are you taking me again cobber?"
"To meet my friends."
"Are they're guys?"
"Lots."
"Are they cute?"
"Very." "Do they have bi—"
"...Jodi."
"What? I could use a little fun. Actually, I could use BIG fun if you catch my drift," Jodi added with a small smirk and twinkle about her eyes.
"You are so bad..."
"And what do you and Dante—was it? —Do all day? I mean, aren't you two shacking up?"
"No! We're just leaving together w/o being married."
"..."
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A soft sigh was heard quietly throughout the woods. Its owner was Jin Kazama, a large masculine coffee-hued man with sharply arched brows, and soft pouty lips. His milk chocolate eyes were hidden beneath beautiful lashes that lay thickly among soft, fastened lids. He was in a state of complete tranquility—well, at least as tranquil as a demonically possessed misfortunate soul can get. Not to mention that every man had a price on his head, and every girl had a price for his...not head. But I digress. Baths had always made Jin feel at ease, relaxed; he didn't seem to mind the bird's chirping or the wind whistling along to the melody of the flowers rhyme. It was peaceful here.
Even with this sudden change in moods, and optimistically colored eyes, Jin still remained Jin. His lips forever curved into the perfect pout. His top lip, a full candy red hiding a luscious cotton candy colored bottom. His hair was another remaining Jin factor, still edgy, pointing straight up in a wild cut. Same old Jin.
"Uhm...Mr. Kazama..." a timid voice called out nervously from behind. Jin sat up, stiff and uneasy at the sudden intrusion. Turning slowly, he took in the sight of Zoë, standing beside a massive sized tree, glowing a crimson complexion at the sight she almost saw; Jin Kazama sat there, turning towards her, wading in the water, clothed in abso-bloody-lutely nothing. She stared at his cinnamon hued chest; harden muscles dripping with beads of water flowing downward. She watched as a single bead swam down the cinnamon toned ocean, curving over each rapidly changing ripple and curve, following it's escapade of endless joy (Sorry! Got carried away! ^-^:: ). She watched it slowly slide over mounds of mass muscles, and finally reach the bottom, signaled by a visible v line that indicated what was immediately followed. She tried not to think of that.
"Miss Zoë..." he began about to stand up fully in the water.
"No don't!" she shouted, turning a bright cherry red, shutting her eyes tightly.
Jin blushed bashfully, forgetting his nudity for a small second, and then regaining his composure. "Zoë..."
"Maybe I should go take a walk somewhere else..." she said slowly, eyes still covered.
"No, no, no...I'll change." He stepped out of the water, masculine body still dripping pleasantly, as he made his way over to one lucky ass towel. He picked it up, lightly drying his wet, fabulously built body, then wrapping it carefully around his waist. That was indeed, a lucky towel, receiving the pleasure of being touched by Jin Kazama. And more importantly, his –as I was saying, he wrapped the towel carefully around his waist, dangling off his smooth hips. He quickly made his way past Zoë, his towel flying up behind him like a banner. That banner must of said "Damn I'm Hot." Zoë, feeling the gust of air pass her by shivered slightly.
Jin quickly slid on a pair of onyx colored pants, with a white flame motif a.k.a the g pants. He slid on an equally well-designed jacket, tying a red belt around his pants. He left his cinnamon-colored chest partially exposed, just enough to dazzle at his muscle-bonded physique. "You can open your eyes now..."
Hesitantly, Zoë opened her eyes, glancing up at him.
"Sorry I disturbed your bath," she apologized, still a flustered cherry, fidgeting nervously with her hidden hands.
"That's alright. I was almost done anyway."
"So uhm...do you always bath in forests?"
"Whenever I get the chance."
"Oh..."
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Just taking a walk. I love forests."
Jin blinked. "So then, you like nature?"
"Yes! I love nature! As well as animals. I'm a florist, aside from a student."
"A florist?"
"Yes, I'm a bit of an aboriginal."
"Oh. That's right, you're from Australia aren't yo—?" his sentence was interrupted, as his view was cut short by two muscle bound men. Another two stood, holding a struggling Zoë.
"HEY! Leave her alone!"
"We're only doing our job Mr. Kazama. We are your body guards."
"But she's a friend! I didn't even ASK for body guards!"
"Jin!!" Zoë shouted, hitting one of the guards whose hands were a bit to wondrous for her taste.
"PUT HER DOWN NOW!" Jin screamed in an almost demonic voice. Touchy. With that, the two guards dropped her like a forgotten item. Jin stared at them violently, walking over and helping her up.
"I'm so..."
"I have to go," she dusted herself off, smiling a weak good-bye to Jin, then turning and walking off. Jin glared at his guards in spit, rolling up his long sleeves and staring at them like prey. At this they screamed, running into the lake, wading for their lives.
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! I CAN'T EVEN TALK TO PEOPLE ANYMORE!" yelled an angered Jin, who then waded in after them.
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"Hey guys!" shouted the perky Kay, waving a hand towards her friend. Ob, Dion, Dante, Cmic, and Carlos Oliveria were the first to look up.
"I want you all to meet my friend!" At this, a tall, curvy woman walked in, formally known as Jodi. She tilted her crimson cowboy hat and nodded her head in greeting.
"G'day mates."
"Hi..." chimed most of the males hypnotically. Their female counterparts frowned at them. Kay just sweat dropped. Jodi walked into the regally sized room, scanning her surroundings. The floor was that of marble, neatly shined, glowing with her reflection. There was large television set aside surrounded by the latest sound systems. The ceilings, soaring above her, were magnificently detailed, every loop in place. And the men. The men were hot.
"Hey, are you staying for the sleep over?" Ob inquired.
"Sure. Sounds like fun mate."
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