A/N: Hey its been a while my lovely readers! Here's chapter 7 for you! Sorry its kinda short but I needed to stop there to set up the next chapter correctly. Hope you like it!

Hwoarang: She still doesn't own Tekken, just the Nagashima family. Please don't-KAZAMA! Stop glaring at the reviewers and get over it! They LIKED when Kiyoko and I kissed! So UP YOURS!

Jin: ...

Kiyoko & Serpent: *facepalm*

Satoshi Nagashima frowned in concentration as he looked through the files on his desk. His dark hair fell right into his eyes, reminding him that he needed to get it trimmed soon. As much as he hated extremely short hair, he knew extremely long hair wouldn't be appropriate for a CEO of such a large company. So he settled for a happy medium.

Business was slow today. All of the accounts that needed to be taken care of for the King of the Iron Fist Tournament had been seen to yesterday. As CEO, Satoshi had to look over everything before it was finalized and sent to their clients. He found it incredibly boring, but it was a rule he insisted upon. Mistakes would not keep his company second in power.

"Nagashima-sama?" his secretary paged him on the company phone.

"Yes?" he answered, still doing the work before him diligently.

"There are some people here to see you. Should I send them in?"

Normally Satoshi would require an appointment to see him, but seeing as business was tedious and uneventful today, he didn't see a problem with it.

"Go ahead and send them in."

The large oak door of his office was pushed open tentatively to reveal a woman with dark hair and bright blue eyes in a black martial arts gi. Behind her was a tall redheaded man in a gi so white that it seemed to glow in light given off from the lamps in the large office.

"Can I help you two?" Satoshi asked patiently, taking off the pair of thin, wired-rimmed reading glasses that he was wearing.

"He doesn't recognize me, Hwoarang," he heard the woman mutter sadly.

Satoshi raised an eyebrow. Who were these people?

As soon as I walked into the room, my eyes were drawn to the man sitting at the desk. I recognized him immediately. Satoshi was alive and well. But this was torture. It was clear from the confused look in his eyes that Satoshi didn't remember me.

"He doesn't recognize me, Hwoarang," I whispered without turning to look at the strong Korean behind me.

"Introduce yourself," Hwoarang said, pushing me forward towards the center of the room and closer to my brother's desk.

Satoshi waited patiently as I gathered my wits.

I bowed politely to him and said, "Oniisan, I'm your sister, Kiyoko. Don't you recognize me?"

I immediately noticed his chocolate brown eyes widen when I called him brother. Immediately afterward he got over his shock, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How dare you," Satoshi whispered lowly, grinding his teeth in annoyance, "My sister disappeared over two months ago without a trace. She is presumed dead. Do not ever come here again and disgrace her name."

"Oniisan!" I cried out, "It really is me!"

"Don't you dare call me that!" Satoshi interrupted angrily, his voice starting to get louder.

I glared at my brother. How could he not recognize his own sister? This man's stubbornness was overpowering what his eyes could clearly see.

"Fine," I growled, turning to leave.

I came face-to-face with the chest of Hwoarang. I looked up into his sympathetic eyes and shook my head at him. He couldn't have known that Satoshi would be such a stubborn person. It wasn't Hwoarang's fault at all, but I could see in his eyes that he thought it was.

I followed Hwoarang out the door only to turn back to say one last thing to my idiotic brother.

"Takeo would know me."

"Takeo would know me."

That was the last thing the imposter said before shutting the door behind her. It made Satoshi's mind reel in confusion. Not many people knew about Takeo's death, but this girl couldn't possibly be Kiyoko, could she? It was probably just some scam the girl was using to try and get money from him because he was the CEO of Nagashima Co. But then, how did she know about Takeo?

Satoshi groaned and massaged his forehead gingerly with the tips of his fingers. Who knew accepting one unscheduled appointment would cause so much stress?

"Nagashima-sama? The man who was just here left you a note," his secretary said, opening the door and poking her head in.

Satoshi held his hand out and waited for her to bring him the note.

"Do you need anything else before I return to my desk?" she asked pleasantly.

"No, thank you."

She nodded and left, giving Satoshi space to read the note left by the redhead.

Satoshi Nagashima,

If you still don't believe Kiyoko, maybe you should come watch her matches. She's participating in the King of the Iron Fist 6 Tournament. She has a match tomorrow.

Hwoarang

Satoshi reread the note a few times thoughtfully. Maybe this was something he should look into. Plus, time off of work would be nice.

"Are you ok, Kiyoko?" Hwoarang asked softly as they left the large building.

Kiyoko sighed and answered, "I'm fine. There's not much we can do. If he doesn't want to see me for who I am, then we can't change that. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't upset."

Sadness flooded through Hwoarang's eyes as she looked up into them, making her continue, "No Hwoarang, don't feel bad. This isn't your fault."

"But I was the one who told you to go there in the first place."

Kiyoko gave him a small smile. Hwoarang cheered up considerably, not knowing how lucky he was. Kiyoko would do anything to make him happy. They left the Nagashima Co building behind, walking aimlessly around the streets of downtown. Hwoarang subtly took hold of Kiyoko's hand, intertwining their fingers. They lapsed into a comfortable silence.

"Do you live near here?" Kiyoko asked suddenly.

Hwoarang raised an eyebrow at the odd look in Kiyoko's eyes but replied, "Sure do, I live a few minutes west of here. Why?"

"Let's go there."

Hwoarang laughed good naturedly when Kiyoko started tugging at his arm and dragging him down a street that went west.

"If you want to," the Korean chuckled, taking the front and leading her by the hand.

A/N: Annnd end Chapter 07. Can you believe Satoshi? He can be such a jerk! Will he ever come around and believe that Kiyoko is his sister? Also, for those of you with the rather, um, dirty minds, I'll go ahead and answer your question. Yes, they are going to do exactly what you're thinking and, no, I'm not going to write it. Sorry! Hope you stick with me even though I'm not going to write smut (not now at least). Please review! :) If you do, I'll love you for forevers!