I'm back... and I need my ass whooped for the delay...

TEKKEN

They Call Her Asuka

CHAPTER 5

An Incendiary Incident

"... And then he started making these pitiful excuses that it was cold that night." A girl guffawed, earning laughter from her peers. "The funny thing was-- I had the heat on in my room and he still was coming up with excuses." She began mimicking a intimidated male's voice. "Uh... baby... I can't... I don't prefer this brand name of condoms."

Mere yards away from the gossiping group of girls on the bleachers, Asuka was practicing her jump shots on the basketball court. "Guys, which one of you think you can best me in a game of twenty-one?"

Hazuki was among those shameless girls. "Not now Asuka, we're in the middle of going off on Mita's ex-boyfriend." She replied, trying her best to suppress a chuckle. "Girl you got to come over here and hear these untold tales of some of the most popular boys in school."

Asuka shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I'll pass. It's no big secret that most popular boys lack 'big things'." She replied blatantly and attempted another jump shot but missed. "Shit."

The girl named Mita continued to gossip among her friends. "That boy's cool, though. He may not have the required tools but he makes up indefinitely in personality."

"Mita what are you talking about?" A red head looked bemused. "Who needs personality when you have a guy that's really trucking, huh?"

Mita regarded her red haired classmate. "Cheiko, as much as I hate to admit it, the size of a male's anatomy doesn't determine his entire self worth. We, as young women must realize that."

There was a brief moment of silence among the girls. It was so quiet the sounds of crickets could had even been heard. Even Asuka has stopped dribbling the basketball. Mita felt a tad nervous (and a bit embarrassed) by the ugly reign of silence. That is, until she roared "NOT!"

All of them erupted in raucous laughter.

Asuka made a cuckoo gesture. "Man, you guys are gone." Then she resumed her jump shots.

"Well, since we are on the subject," Hazuki began, "Haven't anyone heard from Yashiro?"

Cheiko suddenly smiled a little too whimsically. "The tall slim guy on the track team, right?"

Hazuki nodded. "Yeah, him. What's he really like? I heard that he likes me."

"Well he may star on the track team..." Cheiko shrugged. "... but it's a shame that he doesn't in bed."

"So I've heard." Hazuki seemed to understand where she was coming from. "But is it really true that he likes me? I want to know for sure."

"Hey, you guys are talking about Yashiro Futama right?" Mita dipped in. "That skinny pretty boy that can run fast as hell?"

"That's him."

"Girl, he's not worth talking about." Mita scoffed. "That scrawny sonuvabitch cannot freak a girl to save his soul. If his dick becomes an appropriate size then that means it's a cold day in hell. Well... at least he's cool too. He be the first one that gets drunk at parties."

"Wow. That Yashiro guy's a real number huh?" Hazuki wondered, still genuinely intrigued. She may had hear of many ugly rumors about the said boy but she didn't believe them. "But, I have to admit, I'll date him. He seems nice enough."

"Hazuki, if you tell him that you like him you would probably make his day." Cheiko grinned. "He's been watching you for weeks now."

Hazuki blushed. "Really?"

"Hell yeah. He totally digs you, girl. He's been staring at your butt and he goes 'damn!'"

Her blush brightened. "Guys..."

"With all that ass Hazuki has along with the lacking in Yashiro's tool... the only option is to cuddle." Mita said rather nattily.

"Actually I would like that." Hazuki admitted.

"Well if he have plans you better turn up the heat in the room for some hope. Even though that won't help much." Mita joked again. Just then, the basketball nearly hit her. "What the heck? Hey butterfingers!" She shouted at Asuka. "Be a little more careful, will ya?"

"Oops! My bad." Asuka replied with a falsetto smile. In actuality, she really felt sorry for the boy that the girls were talking about. Someone had to stop them. She went over to the bleachers and retrieved the ball. "Well I think that's enough jump shots for me today. It's 5:17."

"We're leaving so soon?" Hazuki wondered. "But we were getting to the good part. I still want to know if this guy's feelings towards me is sincere."

"Hazuki you can find out about that another time. Besides, I'm heading over to the dojo. I got to get my fight on."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Hazuki said in recognition. "I need to speak to my big cousin." She looked towards her friends. "Guys, we can resume our talk tomorrow, huh? You wanna meet back here in the park at the same time?"

"Yeah. That would be cool." Cheiko replied. "Or you can call us later on."

"Gotcha. See you later." She waved and went over to Asuka whom was gathering her bookcase and donning her school skirt back on. "Hey, you're ready to go"

"Girl, I was ready to leave a long time ago." Asuka muttered while removing her white and blue low-top Nike sneakers. "Those girls are a trip." She slid her feet in her school loafers. "They're cool but it could have been worse." A grin appeared on her face. "At least they're not preppies."

"I'm sure glad that you reminded me that it was time to go." Hazuki reassured her. "I need to see Shino today."

"I see... Huh? Police sirens?" Asuka could hear them from nearly a few blocks away. Two ambulances sped by the park followed by a group of black Chevy Caprices that had sirens on their roofs. "You definitely don't see those everyday. Something bad must have happened around here."

Hazuki squinted at the speeding foreign vehicles. "You're not kidding. Those Caprices are all the rage among college boys. Especially in America." Hazuki joked. "Other than that, they're Interpol."

Asuka arched a brow. "Hazuki, you've been watching way to many crime cinemas. There is no such thing as Interpol."

Hazuki smiled mischievously. "Wanna bet on it?"

"Let's just get going."

TEKKEN

"Man... what the hell is this world coming to?" A fifty-something brown blonde haired man huffed from a weight bench. "That old bastard has gotten himself killed... again?"

"That Heihachi may be senile, but I have to admit, he's a survivor." A man of Chinese descent comment as he watched the television screen. He was around the same age as the American in the red judo attire. "But even I would doubt that he could survive that commotion at temple Hon-Maru."

Paul placed the three hundred fifteen pound bar back on the bench. "That old bat is a freak I'll tell ya. I wouldn't be surprised that he comes back and cooks up another tournament. It's just another excuse for me to bust up the competition's skulls."

Marshall Law nodded with a sigh. "Paul..."

A masked wrestler paused on his workout on a military press machine. He held up a sign that said, "You think that there's going to be another King of Iron Fist tournament?"

"It's doubtful, King." Law replied to the mysterious luchador.

"Shit! I'm looking forward to it." Paul didn't held his tongue. "I got to many pricks on my hit list. I was at the finals during the last tournament."

"Was Jin Kazama in the finals? He was at that temple too, you know?" King wondered.

"You mean Kazuya's kid?" Law had to think for a moment. "Hmm... I think that he was there at the finals. He looked pretty determined to go up against Heihachi at the time."

"Yeah, man. That kid's a pretty good fighter." Paul admitted. "I've seen a few of his fights and I have to say that most of his opposition didn't even stood a damn chance. He fights somewhat like his old man but his entire style is kind of different."

King displayed another sign. "The only opponent his age that I have seen that really gave him a hard time was the red haired guy from Korea."

"You mean that brat named Hwoarang, leopard man." Paul said with a scowl. "Yeah that little imp is pretty tough his damn self. I should have known that Kazama would have a rough battle with him. That guy has some pretty mean footwork."

"Him and Kazama had a fierce rivalry going on," Law noted. "But the funny thing was the fact that they never had a full clean match. Unfinished business if you could call it that."

"Well that is all and good but the question is but, Marshall, the question is: if that boy is still alive after all that bullshit that he has to go through. Those Mishimas aren't exactly pushovers you know. I know life must be hell for him if the blood of the scum of the earth are running through his veins."

Marshall Law frowned. "Why are you antagonizing those guys anyway. You probably get at chance at them pretty soon. I for one, am looking forward to another Tekken. I can use the money to get out of debt and open an even bigger restaurant than the last one." He glared at Paul. "Plus I can pay off Forest's medical bill."

Paul tried to look innocent. "Hey, it wasn't my fault Marshall. I didn't force your son to test drive that motorcycle. It was all his intention." Law wasn't buying it. "You know how the old saying goes, bud, "You can lead a horse to water but you can't make that bastard drink it."

"I told Forest that you were a bad habit, but did he listen..."

"Well, I don't know about you two but I'm going to be on guard. There's no telling what could happen since the staff of the tournament and the Tekken Force are missing their boss."

"Good advice, King." Law agreed. "For all we know they could be planning on something."

"Well that's good news then, wouldn't you agree fellas. If those idiots want to start some shit then that means we can smash em all over again." Paul mentioned anxiously. "Now, if you excuse I gotta go take a long piss. I hade a lot of sports juice this afternoon and it's time to let it all out." He immediately headed for the restroom.

"Was it really necessary for him to announce that out loud?" Law wondered.

King nodded and held up another sign. "Beats me..."

TEKKEN

"What the?... What is going on?" Said Asuka in disbelief as she saw several flashing lights down the street. It was the very street that she lived at. "It can't be... Mr. and Mrs. Inuoe must have gotten into it again."

"Huh? You're talking about your neighbors, right?" Hazuki inquired. "Yeah, those two do look as thought that they're having an unstable marriage but this is something else."

Despite her best friend's funny comment, Asuka looked dead serious. "No, it couldn't be. Mrs. Inuoe is twice her husband size and plus, she's not the type that resorts to violence." An air of unease settle over her, making her tense. "This can't be right..."

Hazuki noticed the immediate anxiety on her friend's face. "Asuka?"

"I... I have a terrible feeling about this." Asuka stated grimly, balling her hands into fists. "Something isn't right about this. I can feel it."

"Asuka, don't be so pessimistic."

"I... c'mon Hazuki! We have to see what's up!" Asuka exclaimed as she suddenly bolted down the street. For the first time Asuka seemed genuinely worried.

"Asuka! Wait!" Hazuki yelled as she began following her but she nearly tripped in her loafers. "Damn it. How the hell does she do it? How can she runs so fast in her school shoes? Sheesh!"

About a minute later, Asuka's suspicions soon proved correct. The ambulances and the Chevy's that she saw earlier were indeed at her house. But she had to wonder why. She just knew something demanded her attention when she first saw those vehicles at the school park. As she approached the dojo beside her house she saw several detectives investigating the place. What's even more unnerving, it looks as though as if a murder has just been committed.

Asuka hoped that this certainly wasn't the case. "What happened?" The first thing she demanded.

A rather chubby detective that was, in fact, shorter than she was halted her. "Crime scene! You can't cross the line, kid."

Asuka couldn't believe how rude the short joker was. "Huh? What do you mean, man?"

The fat guy was unperturbed. "Hey, are you blind, kid? Look at the yellow banner? There's no crossing the line and I mean it!"

Hazuki finally made it onto the scene, tired as hell. "Asuka! Girl... whew... when did you get so fast...?" She rested her hands on her thighs. "Shit I'm tired."

"Get going, kids." The officer huffed. "Nothing to see here."

"What the heck are you talking about, man?" Asuka demanded indignantly. "This is my family's dojo. I do have something to see here!"

"I don't care! This is an investigation and I cannot let you pass, kid!" He nearly snarled. "Now go on somewhere and find yourself something to do!"

Asuka couldn't take it any longer. She knew that he was just doing his job but he should get fired off the force on the account of how uncouth he was towards her. "Listen, you slothful, rude, insensitive, can't-see-your-dick fat ogre of a detective you... If you don't let me see what's going on with my family..." She quickly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with one hand and lifted him off the ground in a threatening manner. "I'm gonna straight pound on your ass. Now unless you want to bleed chocolate milk, it is in your best priority to allow me to see my family!"

Hazuki gasped. "Asuka! Girl put him down!" She warned her friend. "You're making a terrorist threats to him! You wanna go to jail?"

There was a voice from the entrance of the dojo. "Asuka!"

She tossed the detective aside and turned to face the sound of the voice. Shino had an air of gloominess about her, which was highly unusual for a woman like her. Asuka didn't like that defeated look on the older woman's face not one bit. Kina seemed frightened and Tomoe had a bandage on his left jaw. "Shino..." Asuka let out a hesitant breathe. "Tell me what happened."

Shino gazed at Asuka hesitantly, fearing a possibly overreaction. "A man... he... trespassed on our dojo and... he..." She trailed off.

"What happened, Shino!" Asuka demanded fiercely.

"Aw! Your father's going to be okay." The older woman revealed. "But it is going to be a while before he recovers completely. Kikuchi gotten himself injured as well."

Hazuki didn't like where this was going. "A guy came in with a gun, cousin?"

Asuka expected something bad... but not that bad. "Hazuki!"

The younger, straight haired girl blushed guiltily. "Huh? Sorry!"

Shino nodded her head, still disbelieving the incident. "No. That man didn't need to carry any heat. His... fists were... unbelievable." The younger girls gasped in shock at her revelation. " At first, he wanted to test his strength against the art of Kazama-Ryu, but... he had other intentions." She nods with a sigh. "That man was impossibly strong. He... he even defeated your father in battle, Asuka."

Asuka gazed down at her feet for a long moment, keeping her emotion hidden. Hazuki patted her right shoulder reassuringly. "It can't be..."

The sad look on Shino's face deepened. "Asuka... I'm sorry."

"Damn it." Hazuki swore. "Whoever this guy is, he's going to pay. He can't run from the law for long."

"That bastard..." Asuka growled, her fists trembling. "Who does he think he is? The law is the last thing that he should be worrying about right now. He won't get away from me!"

"Asuka, let them handle it." Hazuki said in concern. "They'll get to the bottom of this."

"Dad. I need to speak with him before the ambulance takes him off to the hospital." Asuka shoved the other girls out of her way and headed towards the ambulance, searching for her father. However, when she came closer to them, a certain detective stopped her in her tracks. "What are you doing?"

"I should turn you in for manhandling me, kid." The fat guy told her. "You should have known better than to lay your hands on me. Someone could have been hurt."

"Aw, that blubber of yours will break your fall." Asuka scoffed impatiently. "Now would you please step aside so I can see my father? Is that too much to ask?"

"Why are you keeping the kid from seeing her old man, Ron?" Inquired a voice.

"Because this place is off limits for now," Ron blustered, "and she shouldn't have thrown me aside like I was a mere rag doll."

"Let her through." The Chinese detective ordered. "She has every right to see him. This is not a murder scene you know?" The very man was an internationally renown 'super cop', feared by criminals and evildoers the world over. Lei Wulong was almost fifty, but he seems years younger due to his charisma and dynamic persona. "Go on ahead and take a donut break-- I know you've been waiting for it all day."

Asuka blushed and tried her best to suppress her mirth from Lei's slight on the younger detective. He even jokes around like a young man. That's probably explains why he's acting like a little bitch. Ron grumbled in defeat and walked away, muttering something about old ass pretty boys. Don't hog up all the donuts now. Asuka mentally guffawed.

Lei approaches her, showing her his badge. "Lei Wulong of Interpol." He smiled, almost like a father to a child. "And an old friend of the family."

"It's really an honor sir." Asuka greeted, but she couldn't help but blush at his apparent chivalry. There was something indefinitely boyish about him. He probably have had a lot of girlfriends and cut-buddies back in his younger days. She decided to immediately retain the subject. "Who's the guy that attacked the dojo and my father?"

"The perpetrator's name is Feng Wei of Harbin." Lei informed. "We've been tracking this guy for months. He's been tearing into martial art dojo throughout Eastern China and Japan for a while now. We have yet to catch him, unfortunately. There's been no one strong enough to stop him so far. He murdered a dozen Japanese detectives."

For a moment Asuka actually seemed afraid of the man's reputation. "It can't be." Her face creased in worry. "He can't be that strong. Is he some sort of monster?"

Lei scratched his head. "Ah. Yeah, this guy's a rare case indeed. He even murdered his own sifu. Rumor has it that he's in a desperate search for ancient scrolls which were passed down throughout his dojo for centuries."

"What's so special about those scrolls then?" Asuka wondered.

Lei frowned. "It is said that the scrolls contain the secret of the Ultimate Technique. I can't say that such a skill actually exist but the way who this guy been searching for them, I beginning to think so."

"What? You got to be kidding me!" Asuka exclaimed in disbelief. "This guy must have been playing way too many RPG video games!"

Lei almost went into a fit of laughter. "Is that so? Well don't you worry. We're going to catch Feng Wei soon." He fished into his pocket and pulled out a photo. "Be on the lookout for him." He handed her the photo.

Asuka took the photo, surveying Feng Wei's appearance with a passion. Her new adversary was indeed a fierce looking man and it was obvious that he was hardened in battle throughout many years. His face seems to be in a perpetual grimace-- enhancing his already menacing demeanor. He looks like just another troublemaker but from hearing about his reputation, Asuka knew not to take this for granted. I'll be on the lookout for this man, alright. But my fists are going to do all the talking.

"Hey," Lei took her out of her thoughts. "Go and speak with your father before they take him off."

Asuka nodded and headed off. When she got over to the ambulance, she saw her mother. What surprised her most was the expression on her mother's face. It was a face of anger and disapproval and it made Asuka wondered what the hell was going through that woman's mind. Mayuko had her arms crossed over her chest and she was pouting childishly. "Ugh! You got some balls there, Satoshi!" She harangued as the medics passed by while they hauled the sickbed he was on inside the vehicle.

"But he harmed the students, honey." Satoshi Kazama replied with an ached voice. "Plus he tried to disrespect the dojo."

Mayuko flipped her long brown locks irritably. "But that doesn't mean that you should go play hero, Satoshi!" She cupped his hand. "You were being a tad bit reckless, baby. Why, I could have taken him on and whooped his tail."

"Yeah Mayu, but you were working overtime." Satoshi griped.

"Heh. That's a reason he should be thankful that I wasn't there." Mayuko said. "He would have known that I wear the pants in this family."

"Mayu!" Satoshi blushed.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Asuka inquired as she approached her bickering parents.

"Nothing baby." Mayuko answered in a sweet tone, unconvincing though. "Just lecturing your father before he's off at the hospital. So you've just arrived eh?"

"Yeah..." Asuka responded, surveying her injured father in the ambulance. He seemed to have taken a beating: with a cask on his left arm, a broken nose and a bloody mouth-- ruining the goatee that he had that her mother deemed adorable on men. "Dad... is he really that strong?" She wanted to know.

"Yes, he was. It was kind of hard to believe." Satoshi relayed. "I guess that you can't win em all, huh?"

Mayuko had such a burlesque look on her face that it would do any slapstick anime justice. "If I was there, I would have showed him who's boss." True enough, Mayuko was highly talented in the martial arts, in fact two ranks higher than her husband in Kazama-Ryu, but a fight with Feng Wei sparks speculations. "You should have been more careful, Satoshi. You even gotten Kikuchi injured. That kid always did strive to be like you-- always jumping the gun."

The said student was on another sickbed. "Sorry, Kazama sensei!"

Her younger sister came into mind. "Mom, where's Saeko?"

"Oh, your sister's up in her room laughing her ass off." Mayuko answered with a shrug.

"Mayu-chan!"

"Mom! Honestly, you two are--"

"What? Well it could have been worse." Mayuko defended in her way of logic. "The results could have been tragic. Shoot, don't worry, Asuka. Your dad's going to look back on this and laugh one day."

"Ohh... I hope I will." Satoshi chuckled before a throbbing pain invaded his left arm again. "Urgh!" The medics closed the door and rushed to the front of the ambulance to drive off. Satoshi seems to be doing just fine, despite his condition. But that could be just a facade. The injuries may be far worse than it seems. The mysterious Feng Wei may have injured him in more ways than one.

Mayuko's words eased her daughter's apprehension. "Don't worry, Asuka. Your father is going to be just fine."

She sighed. I sure hope so, mom...

TEKKEN

"You've got to be kidding, Kaoru!" Achee exclaimed in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you're actually catching feelings with a guy that you spend a weekend with?"

"I know it sounds a bit strange, Achee but I think on that night he came to the club we've met by fate." Kaoru practically had stars in her eyes-- not bad for a theatrical arts major. "Hwoarang may seem a little too rough on the outside, but he's different. He has the aspect of a man and the poise of a boy. He's really a gentleman deep down inside."

"Wow. He must have knocked you up real good that night, huh?" Achee said puckishly. "You spend a weekend at his crib and you're addicted to him like crack. Sheesh!"

Kaoru blushed. "Knock it off, Achee! Nothing went on between us! He allowed me to rest on his bed while he slept on the couch in the den." Her blush brightened at thinking what could have went on the past weekend. "Aw! You just made me think of something naughty!"

"Relax girl." Said Achee. "Sounds to me like you've a fabled 'gentlemen'. And here I thought that they were extinct." She joked.

Kaoru considered what her friend said. "A gentleman, huh? Well I guess that means it's a first time for everything. I think he's special, though. And I'm not the type to fall helplessly in love with someone so easily."

Achee immediately followed up on her friend's folly. "Aha! So you ARE in love with this man, eh?"

Kaoru turned away and pouted cutely. "You've been reading way too many romance novels, Achee."

"I'm just messing with you, girl." Giggled Achee. "Anyway, have you called him yet?"

"I have, but his voicemail always answers..." Kaoru answers but deep down she was wondering. "Could it be that he's... not interested in me."

"It's either that or he's gay." Achee shrugged.

"Ooh, I certainly hope not." Kaoru giggled waywardly. "If that's the case then I'd have to say on the behalf on all of womankind: DAMN! That's a tragic loss."

The two women nearly fell over in laughter in their kitchen chairs. Then, out of nowhere, Achee became serious. "Kaoru, if you really believe in fate, I suggest you try calling your friend again."

Kaoru wondered, "What's with the shift all of a sudden, Achee? His voicemail will--"

"Just call him. Trust me."

"Whatever. I just going to have to prove it to you." She grabs her cellular phone from her purse and dialed. "See? I told you that he wouldn't--"

After mere seconds, there was an answer. "Run your mouth."

TEKKEN

"C'mon Asuka, why are you tense about all this?" Hazuki questioned her friend whom was now pacing her room, ruminating. "Don't worry about a thing. Those Interpol guys are going to get him and he's going to pay exceedingly for his crimes."

Asuka paused and eyed the younger girl for a second... and resumed pacing the room again.

Hazuki sighed and glanced at the younger sister for help. "Could you lend me a hand, Saeko? Your sis seriously needs some reassurance here."

The fifteen year old pigtailed girl only nodded. "It's just another one of her phase." Saeko told her. "She'll get over it."

"Phase, huh? It's either that or it's that time of month for her."

Asuka stopped in her stride and stared at Hazuki with her brows raised. And... then she began pacing again.

Hazuki shook her fist. "Shit... almost had her."

Saeko grinned with a shrug. "Nice try, but that girl's tripping. Maybe you should let her be."

"No way! She's only going to worry herself sick!" Hazuki snapped. "She'll be as pathetic as a diabetic without sugar." She pressed her attention back to Asuka. "Asuka, I understand that you're quite upset about what happened today but you cannot let tension build up inside of you like piss on a road trip. Snap out of it!"

She did it again, she halted in her gait and stair at Hazuki, her expression sphinx like.

"Humph. Didn't I tell you that it's no use, Hazuki?" Saeko said.

"Get out."

Both Saeko and Hazuki jumped at the first words that she said in hours. "Huh?"

"I said..." Asuka turned to glare at them, with an unusually burlesque angry expression. They could have sworn that they've just saw fangs in Asuka's mouth, "GET OUT!"

Hazuki shrunk in her spot on the desk. "Hey! What's gotten into you, girl! AHH!"

Saeko began panicked in her spot on Asuka's bed. "What the hell? WAH!"

Asuka had lifted both girls off of their feet in both hands. "There's a monster of a man out there and you two expect me to just let it slide just like that? Are you two out of your rabid ass minds?" She glances angrily between the two girls at her left and right. "He must be stopped! ASAP!"

"C'mon sis, Interpol's gonna catch him. Don't worry. He cannot hide for long"

"Yeah. Now could you please put us down, Asuka?"

"Grr!" Asuka marched towards the door with her sister and best friend in tow and tossed them outside her room. "Goodnight, Hazuki. I'll talk with you later. Saeko, you take your little ass to bed before I slap the taste buds out your mouth!" She furiously slammed the door in their faces.

Both girls were now sitting on their asses in the hallway, stunned. "Uh, I think that we should let her have her breathing room." Hazuki considered.

Saeko wasn't listening, because she too became angry. "Oh yeah!" She got herself to her feet and banged on the door. "Well forget you then, sis! We all are upset about all of this but you really need to get that pole out of your big ass!"

Inside the room, Asuka screamed out her frustration. "SHUT UP!"

Hazuki rose to her feet and dusted off her school skirt. "C'mon Saeko, this is not the time to bother your big sister. Maybe we should let her be for now..." She took Saeko by her hand and lead her away.

Asuka could hear their footsteps fading away. When they were gone, she flopped herself on her bed and cried silently in rage. She'll take matters in her own hands and defeat Feng Wei herself-- monster or not. Her father will be avenged. There will be retribution and she swore that nothing would stop her.

"Feng..." She sniffed. "You got some praying to do..."

Just outside her room window, Jin Kazama was resting on a tree branch. He had been around when Interpol and the ambulances were at the Kazama household. He sensed it-- that peculiar spirit that Asuka had, only that it was now radiating fiercely. However, if Asuka remain angry at the world that familiar spirit of hers will surely disappear inside the darkness in her heart. He must intervene.

Jin composed himself and sighed. "Humph. Very well. It's time I let the cat out of the bag... and let her know everything..."

END OF CHAPTER

NEXT TIME

After a moment of silence, Jin reveals his relationship to Asuka and the imminent commencement of the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5. He also tell her that her nemesis may very well be participating in the upcoming tournament. Meanwhile, Hwoarang tries 'bonding' with Kaoru but he just so happen to run into his rival and a very cute Kazama girl.

DISCLOSURE