Hello, My lovely readers. Because of my horrible luck with computers…my computer had crashed … again. Family members destroyed it! Anyhow, I'm back and I'm trying to get re-oriented with . Here I am with another update. Annnnd Another Penname (its going to be permanent). I hope it's long enough to make up for the time I've been gone. Btw… I've just realized that this story has only been two days and I ended on a Friday. Ugh! Okay, this is still Friday but in someone else's perspective.

Meanwhile, In Another Part Of Osaka…

Sweet Deal

I was done. I was done with going to that stupid dojo, to learn that stupid fighting style, only to lose to that stupid girl and to that foreigner. I had to do something. I was going to get even with that bitch and that bastard.

I knew what he wanted to do, but I didn't know where to start. When I had lost in the rematch against Kazama, I told my sensei that I was leaving the dojo and went home. I arrived home and saw my cousin, Yukimura, who had joined the Tekkenshu (The Tekken Force.) My cousin's hair was short and neat and he had a handsome face. If one didn't know him well enough, he could be mistaken as an angel, but he is the most dangerous person I know.

Yukimura had joined the Force and had already become a Falcon (which was the second rank of the Force) after only two years. After hearing my dilemma, Yukimura offered me an extremely sweet deal.

"I can get you in with the Tekkenshu, but you need to pass a little initiation." He spoke, a devilish smirk on his face.

"I'll do anything; what do I have to do?" I was eager to do whatever it took to get my revenge.

Yukimura dug into his red messenger bag and pulled out a sheathed hunting knife. He stared at it lovingly as if the knife was his child and carefully took the cover off the silver blade. Subconsciously, I shifted away from Yukimura and he pounced on me.

"Listen here, cousin, this is a dangerous weapon. One swipe and things get sliced." He declared.

I stared into Yukimura's eyes and they were full of murderous intent. If this is what the Tekkenshu had been teaching him, I wanted it!

"I understand, Yuki." I replied, nodding slowly so that the knife wouldn't cut me.

"I'm giving this to you to stab that little bitch." Yukimura whispered viciously, before backing away from me.

"That's impossible." I sighed. "She won't let me get that close to her. She knows I hate her and she hates me."

Yukimura sheathed the knife and tossed to it to me. "Well, I'll make sure you can. She can't hate someone she doesn't know."

"True…"

"You go to the same school as this Asuka-chick, right? You know who she hangs out with? Where she goes with her buddies?" Yukimura questioned.

I hadn't really thought about all that before. Yeah, I go to the same school as her, but I never thought about becoming familiar with her schedule and patterns. Yukimura was like a strategic genius and I want to be just like that.

"Yes, yes and I overheard one of Asuka's friends discussing some plans to go to a club in Tokyo tomorrow night."

Yukimura nodded at every bit of information as if he had a mental checklist. "Do you know which?"

I knew what I said next would annoy him. "No…"

And it did. "Bakaaaa…Find out. Immediately," He gathered his bag and jacket and started toward his room.

Before I could even ask what he was going to do, Yukimura answered me.

"I'm gonna go make a phone call. I'm gonna let the boss know I need some …'backup'. Don't worry, Toshiro, you'll be in the Tekkenshu soon. "

After hearing the Yukimura's bedroom door close, I took the knife out of its sheath and grinned.

"You're mine, Kazama."

Saturday (Asuka),

I couldn't get that jerk, Hwoarang, off my mind. I was so restless last night. My dreams were filled with his hot, calloused hands touching my body, exploring my curves. At first, I thought the dream was the result of my dad's poorly cooked dinner, but after several attempts of trying to get through at least an hour of sleep, I realized that my body was craving that man. I didn't want to admit it, but I was attracted to Hwoarang. My dreams…my fantasies proved that fact. Once I finally let myself sleep through the dream, my virginal mind and body experienced "sex" for the first time…

Hwoarang was on top of me, his red hair was hanging over my face. I don't know how he got there, but he was inside of me and he felt so good, I wanted to cry. I couldn't breathe. Each time he thrust into me, I lost my breath. I wanted to burst. I could hear him tell me to wait, telling me not to come. Come? I was already where I wanted to be.

I loved his moist skin rubbing and sticking to mine. I loved his powerful, forceful thrusts into me. Suddenly this weird wave flushed, through me. I had lost all the energy between my legs and I could feel a warm liquid take its place.

By that time I was awake. I opened my eyes and my pillow was on top of me. My legs were crossed over it, squeezing like crazy. I released the pillow and threw it to the floor. My thighs and hair were slightly damp and I could still feel Hwoarang inside of me. I got out of bed and started to get ready for school.

When I got down stairs, I found a letter from my father.

To My Dearest Daughter,

Oh, God, just get to the point.

I have gone on my annual pilgrimage. I will be gone for a week. I wish you good health and have a good week. Please, Asuka refrain from fighting and stay out of matters that do not concern you. I love you.

Be Safe,

Your Father

I crumpled the paper and tossed into the trash. After getting ready for school I went outside and searched for Hwoarang. I definitely didn't want to run into him after that little dream I had last night. I didn't see him, so I went to my garage to get my bike.

The bike wasn't in its usual spot, so I automatically assumed someone stole it, but after looking around, considering that no one in the neighborhood would be crazy enough to steal from me, (and finding another note from my father stating that he took the bike on the pilgrimage) I realized that my father had my bike.

I started walking to school and once I got there, I saw Hatsumi in front of the gate talking to some guy and Dai looking on with jealous eyes. I wished he'd just tell Hatsumi how he felt; he'd be good for her. As I approached the three, the guy quickly walked away.

"Hi, Dai," he nodded toward me. "Who was that, Hatsumi?" I asked.

"Um, he said his name was Hiro, or Toshi, or something."

Hatsumi was such an airhead. You tell her one thing she'd forget it in an instant, especially if you were a guy. The girl doesn't know how to function when talking to a boy.

"His name was 'Toshirooo-kun'." Dai corrected, in a typical bimbo voice. Hatsumi nudged him.

"I don't sound like that!" she protested. "Daisuke, you're such a…"

Then it hit me. "Toshiro? Toshiro Sanada?"

"The very one," Dai confirmed.

"Hatsumi, what did you tell him?" I asked, trying to keep my composure.

"I just told him we were going to that club in Tokyo tonight." Hatsumi said.

"Why? Why, Hatsumi? You talk way too much!" I exclaimed, causing Hatsumi to pout. I wish she'd keep her mouth closed. Toshiro's presence always causes problems. He can't be there at the club; he'd start trouble. Hatsumi probably told him as well. "Who else did you tell?"

"That foreigner…Hwoarang," she replied sheepishly.

I groaned and stormed away from Hatsumi and Dai

"Asuka, what's the big deal?"

I cursed under my breath. "Nothing!" I yelled back.

I could just stay home, but I already paid to get into that expensive club and I can't get my money back.

I guess I'll just have to go…