Author Note: Hello everyone! Blaque Tokio back with Chapter 2 of Twisted Justice! It took me almost a week to write this chapter. I kind of wanted it to be lighter than the previous one. All that angst back to back can not be good for some. Well anyway, here's chapter 2 enjoy!
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any Tekken characters mentioned. All I own is Justice, Henna, and the other OCs that make guest appearances. Besides if I did, I would not being doing this…. Okay maybe I would…..
Chapter 2: Ice Box
Courtesy of the anonymous text from the night before, Justice found herself in a first class flight to Japan the very next day. She didn't have much to take with her, nor did she know what to take, she grabbed some clothes and made way for the airport, but not before informing the head doctor of her mother's case, that she was going to be taking a small trip. She made sure to keep it brief, only stating she was going to Japan for some very important business matters that could change the way things were going. The doctor gave her a very skeptical look before slowly nodding, being sure to let her know that he will keep her updated via phone call, on her mother's status.
Sitting on the airplane wasn't as exciting as Justice thought it would be, yes, the view from the sky was very overwhelming, but her mind was still tossing around a few things. For one, she was nervous about this whole tournament thing, yes she was confident that she may win but, then again she thought, What if I don't win? Or even worst, what if I died during this whole thing? Then that will mean this whole trip would be pointless and all the hard work I put into everything would be pointless.
Justice sighed, she told herself she wouldn't go into worry mode again, and instead, she did anyway. She readjusted herself in her seat and stared out her window, the view was very intoxicating. The sky glowed with a pinkish purple color, with a bit of white puffy clouds floating about through the skyline. Down below, the ocean was a clear blue, almost navy, with an orange like purple shade. She guessed it was from the sunset above.
'Pretty' Justice thought to herself. She was so used to being held captive in that hospital all the time, certain things like sunsets and ocean views were beginning to become like a new experience for her again. Yes, she was only there for 3 weeks but, it felt as though it was forever.
The serene visions were soon interrupted by a loud, somewhat growling, noise. Justice ignored it, and went back to watching the backdrop outside when, the sound got louder. Justice slowly turned her head to the side, realizing the noise was coming from the side of her. Her brown eyes twitched in agitation once the growling became louder which soon she realized, it wasn't growling she heard, but snoring.
Next to her, was a male appearing to be in his thirties, with upright blonde hair and clad in a somewhat biker outfit. The appearance alone aggravated her as so did the obnoxious noises erupting from his agape mouth.
'Would you please?' she trailed off mentally, but sadly, the larger figure could not read what she was thinking and at this point, she wished he could.
Justice was not too fond of making a scene, especially in public, but this one individual was really pushing her patience, and it was warring thin, and quickly.
Justice just glared at the man in hope that the glaring would shut him up, sadly, her theory was very wrong. His obnoxious snoring did not go unnoticed by the other members of the airborne bus though; they too were becoming highly agitated with the loud snoring.
Justice continued to stare at the man, in hope he would shut up, he didn't.
In the midst of the new sound track to her ears, the male began to stir, leather jacket making little squeaks itself as he moved around in his seat. The snoring seized for a second before it started back up, and that blew Justice's top off.
"Oh, dammit shut the hell up!" She screamed but to no avail, he stayed asleep, not even a twitch of response. That made Justice even angrier. "Since yelling won't work, I guess I need to try a new approach." Slowly, Justice pulled her elbow back, right before slamming it in the male's stomach. She smiled in triumph, as the man began to groan in pain.
"Jeeze lady, what the hell..." The man cried out while clutching his stomach.
Justice just sighed and sat back in her seat, smile planted on her face. At last, this flight was getting rather interesting.
Once again, Justice mentally thanked the anonymous texter, because once again, she was rewarded, this time with a free hotel room. A smile crept across her face as she walked through the golden doors of the fine establishment.
"Oi, hello, welcome, would you like me to take your bags?"
Justice looked up at the evading voice.
"Uhm, yeah, thanks" she mumbled.
The young Japanese boy nodded his head and gathered up her belongings.
"You can go there to check in."
Justice nodded and went over to the front desk where she awaited to check in.
After a few moments, a woman popped up, large smile planted on her face.
"Hello welcome, how may I help you?"
"I'm here to check in. I'm supposed to have a room reserved?" Justice quirked an eyebrow, confused herself, not knowing if she was speaking correctly on this. She never checked into a hotel before so she was a bit lost on what to do.
"Name please?" the woman asked, smile still planted on her face.
"Reeves, Justice Reeves." Justice mentally laughed at the inside joke, she sounded James Bond-ish with how she said her name.
After scanning the computer for a few seconds the woman turned back to her.
"You will be in room 316, 3rd floor." The woman turned around for a bit after digging through a drawer, she turned around again and handed Justice her room key-card.
"Thank you." Justice smiled at the woman and headed to the elevator.
After waiting for the bellhop to haul in her belongings, Justice hit the 3 and waited for the elevator doors to close. As the door closed, Justice leaned up against the elevator wall, one of the few ways she could feel comfortable on an elevator.
"Don't like elevators?" The young boy asked in a heavy Japanese accent.
"Not at all, I hate them." Justice let out a small smile before facing forward again.
"I used to be that way, well before I got this hotel job, then I just sucked it up and got over it." He smiled at Justice and she returned the expression.
Once the 'ding' sound resonated through the elevator, Justice quickly exited to find her room; with help of the bellhop she found it quickly and entered. Her eyes immediately lit up when she saw the room.
The walls were an off white goldish tint with small designs aligned against the walls, resembling fairies, or were they angels? In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed with a wide screen television on an entertainment center in front of it.
'Note to self, vacation in Japan more often.'
The click of the room door caused Justice to jump. She turned to see that the bellhop kid was gone Well, I was going to tip him, she thought to herself before turning to continue her exploration of the hotel room. She made her way to the large window of the room. Pulling the curtain open, she looked out at the city. The city was a pretty sight from this angle and Justice was enjoying every bit of it. Closing the curtains back, she made her way to the bed and plopped down on it. She released a calming sigh before slipping into a small doze.
A loud crash, and a grunt of pain, awoke Justice out of her sleep. She quickly got out of her bed and rushed to her door to peer out through the peep hole. Seeing someone sprawled out on the floor, she opened her door to help the bystander when she suddenly stopped. Justice recognized this man from somewhere. The blonde hair, leather jacket-
She didn't need to continue her thought; she knew exactly who he was.
It was the buffoon that was snoring ever so obnoxiously on the plane on the way here.
Rage soon engulfed her as she angrily picked the man up by the collar.
"Do you MIND!?" she snarled at him.
The man just smiled back at her, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"Hey there princess, didn't mean to disrupt you there."
Justice's eyes glared blades at the man and it was starting to slightly spook him out, so he figured he would lighten the mood.
"How rude of me, Hi, I'm Paul Phoenix, how are ya? Uhm, I didn't catch your-"
Before he could continue, Justice pulled him closer to her eye level, fury evident on her face. "Why everywhere I go, your around doing SOMETHING bothersome!?"
Paul couldn't find a way to respond so he just smiled up at Justice. "Sorry." She mumbled. She just closed her eyes in annoyance and dropped him to the ground.
Paul stood to his feet and dusted off his clothes and turned his attention back to the young woman. "Sorry about that, I'm a bit of a goof and so when going to open my room it wouldn't open so I began to just continue to ram it, in hopes it would open." He rubbed the back of his head and gazed back at Justice, who apparently, was not a bit phased at any part of his story.
"Let me see the card." Justice said blankly.
He handed the card over to her and she eyed it before a small frown formed on her face.
"Apparently, you can't read." Justice said while still looking down at the card.
"What?" Paul asked. He walked over to Justice and looked down at the card "See I can read, it says '318', there." He folded his arms and looked at the ceiling with a look of attainment.
"You moron, the room you were trying to open was '315'!" Justice pointed at the room in front of them. "'318' is..." Justice trailed off then froze in her tracks eyes wide. "Next door to me." Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she handed Paul his card back.
"Awesome! We're going to be neighbors!" Paul picked up his stuff and looked at Justice.
"Hey princess, I still haven't gotten your name."
Justice just growled and responded, "Justice Reeves."
Paul held his hand out to Justice, smile implanted on his face.
"Nice to meet you, Justice."
Justice just stared at Paul's hand then at Paul before silently walking back into her room and slamming the door in his face.
Paul stared at the closed door and made way to his own room.
'Someone's got an ice box for a heart.' He scanned his key card and walked into his hotel room. 'I was just trying to be friendly.' Paul sighed to himself and completely walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
To Be Continued
Once again, reviews encourage me to write more! I am already working on chapter 3!
Also, thanks to my cousin Brea-Chan, for helping me with this story and fixing my grammar mistakes and so on! Please review!
~Blaque Tokio