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Asuka's diamond sparkling eyes grazed up slowly, searing in a cold fire of anger, seeing the very man that had attacked her father and put him in the hospital, the man known as Feng Wei. The Chinese Kenpo fighter stood in a fixed position, with his sharp eyebrows going into slant. He had recognized Asuka the moment her head accidentally bumped into the front of his burly sized chest. A year had gone by since their encounter and seeing each other for the second time felt like forever. Sitting up from the floor, Asuka patted and swept herself down before making eye contact with Feng Wei. The two traded unsettling glares as they stood eye to eye, not even taking in a second to blink.
"Didn't think I'd see you here," huffed Feng.
"I felt the same about you," Asuka hissed with a serious stare. "How is the healing from the beating I gave you coming along?"
Feng Wei's mugged face cringed in sorrowful pity at having to remember the losing battle he had with Auska over a year ago. The loss felt a lot like a sharp pain, piercing and digging deep in the back of his mind.
"You got lucky last time. Little girl." he scoffed. "This time if I we have to fight you again, the outcome will be much different."
A quiet laugh escaped Asuka's lips. She saw Feng twisting up the story to encourage his confidence, but she wasn't going to be so gullible to fall into his trap of thinking luck was her only reason for defeating him.
"Say what you want. I'm in no mood to deal with you right now," Asuka quipped, after walking away.
She proceeded to her room entrance, taking the key out and opening it up to hear the springy screeching noise of the door after it was flung open. A cool swift breeze of air built up inside the room from the active air conditioner swept past her face, hair, and body, welcoming her to step in and appreciate it.
The bathroom door was wide open and she rushed inside, kicking the flip-flops off and undressing out of her bikini for a quick shower and a direct change of attire. She later came out, sporting a yellow sleeveless shirt and a pair of short black jeans that ended at the knee, with matching black tennis shoes. Everything was now perfect and clean, except her hair. It was messy and damp, laying flat down, dripping in wetness. She couldn't go out like that and had to do something to fix it.
First, she dried it off with a towel and applied a special hair cream to her scalp before combing it into the preferred style she was accustomed to. Within a minute, her hair was lush and beautiful, with several strands appearing shiny and moist. Now that her hair was flawless and her body was clean, she snatched up her room cardkey and took the elevator back down to the first floor. The elevator descended to the bottom level at a turtles pace, pausing a few times to pick up others looking for a quick ride. A soothing flow of music played through the ceiling to relax everyone as they waited.
Finally, the platform came to a stop on the first floor and the doors automatically slid open, letting the exiting passengers leave. The size of the hotel and everything inside it seemed limitless. At every corner there was something to catch the eye of the people. Large water gushing fountains were built in a realistic design of animals and humans. Hallway walls were decorated with foreign paintings and red wallpaper. The velvet carpets covering the floor were stainless and the chandeliers made of glass dangled high up in the ceiling for everyone to catch a glimpse of their nice sparkle. But Asuka didn't spend her time staring and admiring the fancy hotel's scenery. Her hungry lion growling stomach was more important.
At the food court, she placed an order for something healthy in opposition to ordering junk food. Her body was on a strict set diet because of the Tournament. To compete she needed to be in the best shape possible, which meant eating no junk food, no matter how good it smelled, looked, or tasted.
Fresh salad was the meal of choice. It was placed in plastic bag and given to Asuka to accept. She gladly paid for the dish of vegetables and found a seat by a lone standing table.
"This looks good," She thought, running her plastic fork through the crispy lettuce.
As she ate, she looked on at two strangers sitting at a table across from her, a young Asian girl with long hanging pigtails and a man keeping his face from view underneath a blue hood. They appeared to be having a conversation, but Asuka couldn't make out what they saying with them being too far away. It did not matter though. What they were talking about probably wasn't that interesting anyway. Within a passing minute, Asuka saw the Chinese girl scoot back from her seat and stand up, coming right over into her territory. Asuka looked back down into her meal and ate, pretending to not even notice the girl approaching her. The girl reached her table, smiling.
"Hi! I've never seen you before. What's your name?" The girl greeted with her hand extended.
"Asuka…." She said, taking hold of the hand and firmly shaking it. "Yours?"
"Oh. My name is Ling Xiaoyu, but you can call me Xiaoyu for short. That's what everybody else does. Am I disturbing you?" the girl said, gaping at Asuka's stiff expression.
"Of course you are."
Xiaoyu frowned in sadness, but didn't take into account that Asuka was just messing with her as a simple joke.
"I'm just kidding. You're not bothering me," Asuka smirked. "You want to sit down?"
"No thanks. I need to get back to my friend or else he might disappear on me again. I just wanted to introduce myself because I've never seen you before."
Looking over Xiaoyu's shoulders at her hooded friend, Asuka's eyebrows arched in suspicion.
"Why doesn't your friend come and say hello? Is he shy or something?"
Xiaoyu's face turned back to her table.
"Him? No. He's just not feeling well. Something's been bothering him lately, but I don't know what for the simple fact he won't tell me when I ask. Look, I got to go. It was nice meeting you, Asuka!"
Xiaoyu waved goodbye as she retreated to go sit back down with her friend. Asuka, afterwards, consumed the rest of her meal. A pleasant feeling of fullness hit the whole area inside her stomach with a thin belch kicking its way through her closed teeth.
She was ready to go and elevated herself from the chair to stand. But before she could move, a quick hand had touched her shoulder to stop her. This wasn't what she wanted, an interruption to slow her down. Her head swung toward the hand's owner and realized it belonged to the Korean man that in a perverted manner touched her bottom earlier by the pool.
"This better be good. What do you want?" Asuka chirped.
"I been thinking about you since we met. And I thought my actions were a little immature back there at the pool. Can I buy you something to make it up to you?"
His voice was sweet, sounding thoughtful and willing to admit a fault in the way he approached her, but this was just a trick to try and snag a date. Asuka thought hard about what her decision should be, unable to see through his fake generosity.
"Well….as long as you don't pull a stunt like that again, I'm willing to forgive you and accept your apology."
"I won't. You need not worry about that. So, where are you off to?"
Asuka bit her lip. "I don't think it's any of your business to know that."
The Korean man laughed again and perpetrated a calm smile, but was really upset by her remark.
"I just wanted to know. I'm bored and have nothing else to do."
Asuka sighed, thinking maybe having him tag along with her wouldn't be so bad.
"Alright. I'll let you hang with me, for now, but if you touch me again in a way I don't like you know what'll happen."
"Yes I know," he said in a displeasing sigh.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"Hwoarang."
"I'm Asuka," she took a moment to shake his hand. Hwoarang felt an iron like grip clamping his hand in a squeeze.
"Damn! She's must be strong," he thought to himself.
"Well, Hwoarang, shall we go?"
"To where?"
"Outside. I just want to go for a walk around town."
"Ok."
Asuka and Hwoarang left the building, walking the sidewalks of Tokyo, Japan.
paigematthews1225: yo dude that was awesum plz keep writing im dying of suppense already lol u r so totally my favorite writer im telling u ur gna b famous sumday even tho u dnt believe me watever wenever sum1 doesnt listen to me im right so yea ok good luck in other chaptrs buddy
Lin
Thunder's reply: Ha ha. Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it so far.
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Thee Slushee: AHA! serves Hwoarang right! Luvd ur first chapter. cant wait for more!
Thunder's reply: Hee Hee, thanks!
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Astral Slayer Asuka: hey in this story will asuka be jins sis or cousin?coz most ppl do sister but hey i aitn forcing you into picking one rather than the other hey love the title and this chapter is pretty cool anyroad good luck and sayonara
Thunder's reply: Sorry, but I don't like to give any spoilers to my stories, even if its little tiny tidbits of information. Its just something I've grown very fond of doing. But thank you for your review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter just as much.