To Catch A Fox
Summary: Steve Fox is on the run again from the Mafia, and this time Christie runs along side with him. Will Steve stay as a fugitive or will he fight back?
Chapter Nine-A Moment
The tan skinned Brazilian woke up that night from her long afternoon nap, uncovering the sheets from her body, she sat on the edge of the bed stretching her arms and yawning.
'It's night already. Time sure does flies by when you sleep after whole day of cleaning,' Christie's thought as she glances outside the window.
She suddenly felt the urge to take a quick shower, so she grabbed a towel and a wash cloth, and walked inside decorated bathroom.
Moments later, Christie came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, covering her nude body from underneath. She quickly put on pair of short shorts that Nina lend to her, a black tank top, and decided not to comb her hair and let it air dry.
"Much better. Oops, can't forget this," Christie said putting on the golden bracelet her mother gave to her. Christie walked out of her room heading down the the stairwell and into the kitchen. She heard laughter coming from the living room, and being known as a noisy girl as a young child, she went to see who it was.
Peeking inside from outside the living room, she saw Nina watching T.V and enjoying herself. She smiled and went back heading towards the kitchen. "Nina doesn't seem to be bad after all," Christie said to herself, looking through the refrigerator. There were cans of Pepsi, milk, juice, apples in a plastic bag, lunch meat, and Pasta that they had the night before. Christie reaches for two cans of soda figuring that Steve may want some.
He told her before he loves drinking Pepsi. She closed the refrigerator and opened up a cabinet, and grab a bag of chips before heading back upstairs.
"Steve, you in there?" Christie knocked on the door.
"Yeah, it's open Chris. You can come in," Steve responded from inside the room. Opening the door, Christie walked in seeing Steve sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He had the T.V on but wasn't paying much attention to it, his focus was on a book.
Christie shut the door behind her, and offered a Pepsi to Steve. "Here, I figured you were thirsty and so..."She trailed off.
Steve smiles looking up at Christie, taking the soda from her hand. "Thanks." He pops opened the can, hearing the sizzles sounds of the suds and taking a sip of the drink.
"So, what are you looking at?" She sat on the floor next to him Indian style
"Eh, just family photos Nina let me have look at. These pictures are pretty interesting. Nina is actually smiling is these photos. Take a look at this one," Steve said holding a picture of Nina smiling next to her sister Anna.
Christie examined the photo and starting giggling when she saw Anna with black hair. "Is that Anna?! She had black hair back then?"
Steve shrugged, "I don't know. I heard in the first tournament from Paul that she had black hair and then the next tournament it was brown. He said she probably bald, but I doubt it."
"I heard she had breast implants right before the fifth tournament."
"Now that, I have no doubts about," Steve laughed along with Christie. The British boxer closes the photo album and sighed turning to Christie.
All day today, he was thinking how rude he had been to Christie lately and all she wanted to do was help him get through this. Talking to Nina made him feel glad that he had someone like Christie with him If his mother felt guilty about pulling the trigger to kill him and glad she had a son, then he should be feeling the same towards Christie.
Besides, it's not like everyday that a guy runs around the world away from the mafia with a beautiful chick alongside with him. Stuff like that are only seen in movies. Sometimes.
"You alright Steve?" Christie questioned him, taking a bite from the chips she was eating.
Steve nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine Chris. It's just that I've been thinking a lot on how I was behaving around you lately, and I know that you were only trying to help me with my problems. I'm really sorry for the way I was acting towards you and I hope you forgive me."
Christie smiled giving Steve a hug. "Don't worry about it Steve. You don't have to beat your self over it, I understand that you're under a lot of stress. Like I said before, I'm here for you Steve and you are my friend. Friends are always there for each other, no matter how bad the situation looks."
"I know and your my friend too. I'm going to protect no matter what. Even if I have to take a bullet for you..."
"Steve! Don't talk like that! Your not going to die, okay. No time soon."
Christie put a hand on Steve shoulders and started massaging it. Then she smiled as she came up with an idea and climbed on his bed.
Steve was baffled on what Christie was up to as she got onto his bed, and the the next thing he know, he's sitting between her long smooth tanned legs. He then felt her hands caressed his shoulders that were aching for a while now. Steve felt rather uncomfortable when he felt his cheeks getting hot.
This one thing Steve didn't like being light skinned, since the girls can tell when his blushing by just looking at his red face.
"Uh, w-what are you d-doing Christie?"
"Nothing, just giving you a massage. God you shoulders are tense, Steve."
"Y-yeah. Anyway, do you still want to know about how Nina is my mother still?" Steve asked still feeling uncomfortable about Christie massaging his shoulders.
"You going to tell me this time and not yell at me about being in your business?"
Steve nodded in response. "It's a very long story, so I'll make it short and simple as possible as I can, okay? Nina was inside the cryogenic chamber after the conclusion of the second tournament which in result made her sleep for twenty years and not age a year."
"So, you're saying that she really is about forty something years old and not really in her twenties?"
"Yeah, and Anna was also put inside the chamber, but thats another story. Anyway, as she was in her deep sleep, the scientists at the Zaibatsu research lab, did a experiment on her which result of me being made."
Immediately, Christie stops massaging his shoulders and replayed the word made in her head. She was confused what he meant by being made. As if he was created by the Zaibatsu and not born like a natural human being?
"Wait, you're saying that you were made? What do you mean by that, Steve?"
Steve took a deep a breathe and got up from his sitting position, and he took off the T-shirt showing his origin scar he was born with on his left arm. "I was made through a vitro fertilization resulting in my birth. I wasn't born through a womb like everyone else was. I was in a tube being created. The scar on my arm wasn't something that happen in an accident, but I was born with this. Scarred for life Christie. I was afraid to tell you because you may think I'm some kind of freak like Frankenstein."
Thinking that she would say something cruel or leave the room without saying a word, Christie grabbed Steve's left arm and started feeling on the scar. He jumped with the sense of her soft hands against his rough scarred arm.
"This is...unbelievable," Christie spoked softly tracing her fingers up and down his arm. "I've never notice this scar at all, Steve. No matter how many times I've seen you, you always had something long on covering it. I really think it's cool Steve." She smiles at him.
"You're actually the first person that said that. Others thought it was creepy and ugly. Someone actually said it was a disease before and thought some creature might jump out of it. That was when I was little though."
"Don't listen to them. This scars actually shows how tough you are," Christie said, then kissed the scar.
Steve was shocked that she would put her lips on a strange looking scar. "Why did you kiss it for?"
Christie smirked and then says, "It's for good luck."
"Um, thanks...I guess." Steve scratched the back of his head and then notices the bracelet on her wrist. "I always see you with that bracelet on. Is it some sort of good luck charm?"
The Brazilian glanced at the bracelet and then back up at Steve. "Yeah, my mother gave it to me when I was a child. She died before giving it to me though, so I'll always wear this just to keep her in mind."
"Oh," Steve frowned at the subject of Christie talking about her mom. "Sorry to hear that Christie. How did she die? If you don't mind me asking."
"No, I don't mind at all Steve. My mom was very tough woman Steve, and I never expected anything to happened to her. She showed no sign of weakness and that was until I found her passed out on the floor, when I came home from school that day. That doctors told me she was extremely ill and didn't have enough time left. Then the next thing I knew, she was gone from my life. She had the same illness my grandfather had, even though this time there was a cure for it."
"I'm sorry for your lost Christie. You mom seemed like a nice woman that I would love to have met one day," The British said trying to comfort her.
"Yeah," Christie nodding in agreement. "She would definitely liked you Steve. Before I even started leaving under Eddy's roof, I used to be rich myself."
"Really?" Steve sounded intrigued as he sat down on the bed next to her.
"Yep, for a while though. Then everything started to went downhill for me and my family. My dad was a big time business owner, but he lost his job because he was working for a drug lord. Then he became an alcoholic and abusive towards me and my mother. He even tried to touch me."
"I'll beat bloody living balls out of your dad, Christie. What kind of sick and twisted father would do something like that to their own daughter?" Steve balled up his fist as the thought of Christie being molested by her own father crossed his mind.
"Steve cool it. He didn't touch me and even if you could beat the bloody living balls out of my father, his already dead. He was shot and killed."
"Oh, but still I would," He did his trademark smirk.
Christie can only do was laugh at Steve. She really like how he was always made her laugh and keep a positive aura around the two. When she sees him fight in his matches, he always had that same smirk on his face and was always sure he was going to win, even when he was in a losing situation or out match against bigger and stronger opponents. She reminded him of Hwoarang but instead of being cocky and thinking he is the almighty great one, he let his fighting, well more of his fist do the talking.
Steve snatches the bag of chips from Christie hands and starting eating them. "Hey! I was eating those Steve!"
"No you weren't! You were too busy staring at me," Steve winked at her stuffing another hand full of chips down his mouth.
Christie opened her mouth to respond back, but stopped and turned her away from Steve, since her cheeks were hot.
"Blushing Chris?"
"Shut up Steve!" She grabbed a pillow and began hitting him with it non-stop, and Steve was begging for mercy.
Past midnight, Nina turned off the television and set the remote on the glass table. As she was heading into the kitchen, the lights suddenly went out all at once.
Nina instincts kicked in as she felt unwanted presences around her mansion. Quickly, the assassin took a quick glance outside her window, and spotted shadowy figures clad in all black surrounding her mansion.
Smirking, she whispers, "Its been a while since I had a little fun." Laughing darkly, the Irish woman headed upstairs to her room.
I know I said there will be action in this chapter, but why not leave a cliff hanger leading to the action? Yeah smart of me huh.
If you guys have heard or haven't heard yet, that there will be a new version of Tekken 6 called Tekken 6: Bloodline Rebellion. They say the new version will hit arcades this December, only in Japan! Which sucks because we may have to wait for the console release again. I don't know what Namco is planning but if they do release the new version of Tekken 6, I'm predicting Jun will be back. Also thanks Razer for telling me and showing me the site!
Anyway, thanks and read and review.
Ps: I proofread my work before posting and corrected some mistakes I've seen. If I miss some, let me know and I'll edit again.