Sachi Gosetsuke: don't ask where I got this title from. I don't think it has much to do with the story at all, but I figured, what the hell. And my computer is fixed! Only thing is is that we have no spell-checker and our computer ate up the next chapter of Sweet Revenge. So I stabbed it to death. Since there may be some spelling errors and such, have mercy critics!

Disclaimer: Asuka, and any other Tekken characters here are all Namco's, and not mine. Everything else is like the story and my OC Megumi - but Kenichi is Psychoblue's.

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Ch. 5: Confessions

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Two teenage girls walked along the sidewalk afterschool. They both wore identical private school unioforms: plaid skirts and white polo shirts with yellow sweater vests with their school emblem on the front. One girl, with elbow-length straight black hair streaked with golden and rogue hair dye listened irritably at her friend, who was complaining angrily and loudly. Her friend had short auburn hair, and wore a scowl on her face.

The streaked haired girl sighed with frustration as her friend began to complain once more. "I mean seriously!" she was saying, "How is it that my father pays so much for this school for a good education for me, and yet he doesn't realize that this school is a complete and utter joke! Do you know what people call this school?"

"What?" Megumi Hoshi asked her best friend.

"They call it the Pharmacy!1" her friend replied.

She stopped in her tracks. "Huh?"

Her friend, Asuka, 13 years old, looked at her and said a-matter-of-factly, "Yes, the Pharamcy. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because so many of the high school students at our school are so rich, they can afford to buy and sell drugs throughout the school."

Megumi's eyes widened. "Oh my...I didn't know that!"

"You didn't know that the high schoolers did drugs at our school?"

"I did know that but...why would they call it the Pharamcy? The other high school do drugs too."

"Yes," Asuka said, "But our school, with 8th grade through 12th grade, there are a lot more drug activity going on here. Don't you wonder why police officers monitor our school 24/7 AND have watch dogs? This school has more drug activity going on her than any other high schools!"

Megumi let her words sink in. "You're right..."

"AND," Asuka added scornfully, "There are way too many sluts in our school, it's so degrading! Did you know that this one girl in Freshman lost her virginity already? And that there's a rumor going on that someone in our grade is pregnant!"

"AND," Asuka continued, not letting Megumi answer, "The kind of people in our school! I mean, our gym teacher is a gay pervert and all the jocks here are basically the perfect stereotype of an actual jock: stupid yet hot, mean and perverted and racist and sexist!"

Before Asuka could continue, Megumi stopped her. "Jeeze Asuka, watch what you're saying! Why are you getting so worked up?"

"Because!" she said, "Today at gym I was getting ready to jump for the balance beam when suddenly this asshole in Sophomore year shouts out, "Since when do eighth graders where water-bras?" He obviously meant me! He cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted at my direction. So I lose my balance and fall. Really badly. Look!" She lifted her skirt partway showing an ugy, huge purple bruise on her thigh.

Megumi gasped. "That's why you had to go the nurse's office?"

"Yes," she said feircely. "When I find that guy, I'm gonna kill him! He did that on purpose! I think I stopped him from beating up this small 7th grader."

Megumi shook her head. "Well don't worry about it," she told her friend, "From the way you talked about it, our school must be better than the public schools, right?"

"Yeah," Asuka replied grudgingly. She really did prefer the private schools to her old public school...

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The halls of the public elementary school remained quiet. It was the end of the day, well after school had let out the students: grades kindergarten through fifth. However, in the school's office sat a a four-year-old girl.

She sat quietly on the bench along the wall, dangling her feet. She wore a blue hoodie and pale pink T-shirt and jeaned shorts. As she dangled her feet wearing her black and white All-Stars Converse shoes, her shoe laces remained untied. She held her head low, letting her parted shoulder-length auburn hair surround her face, covering mostly her right side and ears.

From where she sat, she could hear the entire conversation of her teacher, principal, and father inside the other room. Though she was young, the words that came out clearly from the otherside made her understand her fate: "discipline," "control," and "suspension."

After an eternity, Sensei Kazama walked out the door, along with the rest of the adults. The principal, with kind brown eyes behind his large glasses, looked tough yet distressed. Her teacher, Ms. Kinomoto looked tired and weary as well. Only her father seemed calm enough.

Her father signed some sheets of papers and folded it up, so as not to let his daughter's wandering eyes see them. Though she was still young, her age prooved to be decieving. "Let's go Asuka," he said gently, yet his voice was leveled and firm.

Reluctantly, she got up, her hair still shadowing her face and she timidly held her father's protective hand. Without looking at the teachers, she walked side-by-side with her father.

Once out of the school and at the parking lot, he stopped and turned to his daughter, whose head still hung low. He took her chin to face him, yet Asuka turned her head away. "Asuka," he said gently, "Let me see."

Unwillingly, she obediently faced her father, letting him push away her hair from her face. With both his hands on her face he examined her noticably red scar on the corner of her lip, where he knew her bottom lip would soon swell up. Sighing sadly, he kneeled down and held her close. He asked her, "Oh Asuka...why did you have to fight back?"

Angrily, she jerked back. "Because!" she said feircely, "They were making fun of my friend. They made her cry and I said "stop it!" but they didn't listen. Then they made fun of me so I kicked them!"

"You didn't just kick them," he said, "You kicked and scratched and hit those two boys. You fought with them really hard. And you dislocated one of their arms."

She didn't know what "dislocated" meant, however, she knew that it was serious. "They deserved it though," she said, "Those mean 4th graders. They really did!"

Her father sighed. "Asuka, you know that I don't like you fighting. Why do you always have to fight? Violence doesn't solve anything, and continue this I will not teach you the Kazama-style Self Defense."

Horrified, she argued, "But they were bullies! They were! They always, always pick on first graders, especially me! And they said..."

Sensei Kazama asked, "What did they say to you, Asuka?"

She leaned in, as if telling a dark secret. "They called me bad words," she whispered.

"Bad words?"

"Yes. Really bad! If I said them, you would yell at me..."

"What were those bad words?" he asked in a low voice.

"They called me uh...a bitch. I know it's bad but, what does it mean?"

Her father's heart began to swell up with emotion for her. The world today...it can be so cruel. "It is a bad word, Asuka. Do not repeat it."

She nodded. "I won't!"

"But sweetheart...what else did they say?"

Asuka casted her eyes down. "They said..."

Her father prompted her. "What?"

She grumbled, "They said I had no mother...they said you found me in a trash can..."

Her words struck a chord in him and he blinked back tears. Once again he embraced her tightly. "Asuka..." he said, his words heavy with emotion, "Don't you ever believe them. Don't you ever think about that, not once. They're lieing."

"I know!" she said. "But that's why I beat them up!"

Her father held her tighter. After a long moment, he made up his mind and said to her, "I'm pulling out of the school. You no longer have to come here ever again."

"No school!" she asked excitedly.

"No, dear," he said, attempting a smile, "You'll go to a different school. A Private one. Where you'll meet new friends and nicer classmates."

"A new school?" she asked wearily. "Will they be nice to me?"

"Absolutly."

She nodded. "Ok."

As they drove back home, her father spoke to her, "But you know Asuka...you're still in trouble."

She nodded guiltily. "I know."

"The principal suspended you for 3 days again."

She nodded again.

"But just because you're going to a different school, doesn't mean you're getting off easily. So for the next 3 days you're not going to wander around playing all day."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I have a garden that needs weeding...a housekeeper who needs help...lots of things to do still."

Asuka groaned. "Aw, man!"

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The only reason why I had attended public school in the first place was because of how cheap it was, and of course its reputation for teaching well of course. However my new private school demanded a tighter budget, but if it weren't for that day when I was just in kindergarten, Oji-chan would have definetly not used Kazuya's money to pay for my schooling...

Sachi Gosetsuke: I decided to give you this chapter earlier then I had intended because I'm going to the land of sunny days and white beaches for vacation - and I'm gonna meet Mickey Mouse!

1 - exact name that they call my high school. lol. No joke.