A/N: yay chapter 6! :) enjoy!
Hwoarang: The authoress does not own Tekken or any of the characters that make an appearance in...
Jin: *glares*
Hwoarang: Kazama, who are you glaring at?
Jin: Kandi Luva and Toxic City
Hwoarang: You know, Serpent won't like you glaring at her loyal reviewers.
Serpent: Damn straight I don't want you glaring at my reviewers!
Jin: ...
Hwoarang: Let's just get this chapter rolling...
Jin looked like he was torn between wanting to violently remove the image of the Korean and Kiyoko kissing from his mind or beating said Korean to such a state that he wouldn't remember. The usually calm Japanese man sighed and massaged his temple gingerly.
"Kiyoko, we need to talk."
She bowed her head, not looking her master in the eye. She knew this would be coming; she just didn't think it would be so soon. She only finished her first match; it wasn't fair.
"Would you excuse us for a minute, Hwoarang?" she finally asked before giving him a peck on the cheek.
The Korean nodded and left the two alone even though his curiosity had skyrocketed.
"What were you thinking, Kiyoko?" Jin asked calmly as soon as Hwoarang left, "The King of the Iron Fist Tournament is dangerous! You could've been killed."
"Jin-sama, do you know who Kiyoko Nagashima is?"
Jin gave her an odd look, "The name sounds familiar but I don't know the specifics about her, except that you two have the same first name. What is this about?"
Kiyoko looked up at him from where she was sitting on her bed, "I'm Kiyoko Nagashima. I remember everything, Jin-sama. Could you do me a favor?"
Jin raised an eyebrow, indicating for her to continue.
"I have siblings, four brothers actually. One of them died when I was younger, but I don't know anything about the other three. I was wondering if you could help me find them…"
Kiyoko trailed off when she saw Jin's "thinking face". The man was deep in thought, but about what, she couldn't possibly guess.
"I will do all in my power to help you find them. But Kiyoko, we need to talk about you being in the tournament. You know it's dangerous."
"Jin-sama, I was a fighter before I lost my memories. Please let me continue in the tournament! I know I won't win but it'll be fun and I promise I'll be careful!"
Jin sighed. Why could he never say no to his maid?
"If that is what you wish, but be safe."
"Thank you, Jin-sama!" she exclaimed, jumping up from where she was sitting and giving him a spontaneous hug.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I overheard you talking about the Nagashima family. Pardon my rudeness, but I believe I may know one of your brothers, miss."
Kiyoko let out a startled yelp, falling quite ungracefully back onto her bed. Jin's lips twitched upward in amusement.
"Kiyoko, this is the doctor that took care of you while you were unconscious."
"Oh thank you, ma'am! You know one of my brothers?"
The doctor smiled at her, "I might. I work with a Daisuke Nagashima. Does the name sound familiar?"
"That's my younger brother! Can you ask him to come here?"
The doctor chuckled and answered, "Of course. I call him as soon as he gets off of work but he won't be able to make it up here today. During the tournament, we rotate shifts between here and our downtown office. He'll be working tomorrow so just stop by here anytime. I'll let him know to be expecting a visitor."
"Thank you so much, ma'am!"
"It's no problem. You can call me Sakura," the doctor said with another smile, her bright green eyes sparkling happily, "I'm glad Daisuke will finally be reunited with his sister. He talked about you a lot. It was hard on him when you disappeared."
Kiyoko looked surprised, "He talked about me?"
"All the time. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go see to the other patients," Sakura said, bowing and disappearing behind a curtain.
"Strange," Jin muttered to himself.
"Did you say something, Jin-sama?"
Jin shook his head, "It's nothing. I'm going to go see what I can find out about your other brothers. Do you want to stay and watch the rest of the matches?"
Kiyoko nodded, "I planned on watching them with Hwoarang."
Jin gave Kiyoko a look that made her blush crimson. The Japanese man just shrugged and muttered a barely audible "ok" before leaving the room.
"Well that was awkward," she muttered to herself, slumping against the wall that the bed was pushed up against.
"Yes it was! But what is life without a little awkwardness?"
"Hwoarang?"
Kiyoko visibly jumped, making the Korean laugh and give her a kiss on the cheek, "Sorry bout that."
Kiyoko playfully pushed him away, "Were you eavesdropping?"
"Who me?" he asked innocently, "Never!"
After a few seconds, they both exploded into laughter, making him amend his statement, "Ok maybe just a little. I couldn't resist."
Kiyoko allowed him to help her up and usher her out of the room out into the now empty arena.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
"It's dinnertime. There are only two matches left. They'll finish them after everyone has eaten."
"Well that's boring. What are we suppose to do?" Kiyoko complained.
"Well, I have an idea. What are your brothers' names?" Hwoarang asked.
"Aoi, Satoshi, and Takeo. But I know that Takeo is dead."
Hwoarang wrapped his arm comfortingly around her shoulder as they were walking out of the arena to the street, "I'm sorry, Kiyoko. That's really tough, especially since you've technically had to live through the memory of him dying twice."
Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes at Hwoarang's kind words.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill over. Kiyoko stood on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his lips before drawing away. Hwoarang kissed her on the forehead in return, smiling sweetly at her.
After walking in silence for a few minutes down the street, they came upon a large building with an elegant logo featuring the letter 'N' in it.
"I think one of your brothers is the CEO of this company," Hwoarang said as they came to a halt in front of the large class doors, "This is Nagashima Co. It's the next biggest company here besides Mishima Zaibatsu. The CEO's name is Satoshi Nagashima. He could be your brother. I'm willing to go with you to check, if you want some support."
Kiyoko looked up at the towering building before them tentatively, "I don't know. What if he doesn't think I'm really me? Hell, I just remembered who I was an hour ago. How can I possibly convince someone who's known 'me' for all my life when I've only known me for less than a day?"
"Kiyoko, just because you just regained your memories doesn't make you someone different. You're still Kiyoko Nagashima. Stop trying to give yourself multiple personalities," Hwoarang joked lightly.
She rolled her eyes, "Hwoarang, I'm being serious."
Hwoarang stopped laughing and sighed, "Kiyoko, a brother will never forget his sister, especially his baby sister. You can do this! Now, you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said with a shrugged.
"Let's do this!"
Kiyoko rolled her eyes again, but followed the Korean through the large glass doors.
A/N: Please review! :D