woop woop, I'm back with chapter 8, things are going to get crazy! Enjoy!

Explaination- Hoppy is non-alcoholic drink (will be explained in the story!)

-erokawa- is sexiness in the Japanese culture .

Hwoarang (Saturday Morning)

The drive to Tokyo was so long! I knew I had to start out early, so I checked out of my apartment at 6am this morning. After filling up my bike with gas, I drove to Tokyo. Yeah, I knew it was crazy drive for six hours for some chick, but Asuka was worth it.

I arrived in Tokyo sometime after 1pm and checked into a motel. Tonight I was going to make my move on Asuka…but first, a nap…

Asuka(Saturday Night)

On the train to Tokyo, Hatsumi and Daisuke were chit-chatting about how awesome the club was going to be and what celebrity might show up. We were 30 minutes away from Tokyo. I sat their silently, thinking about what I would do if I ran into Toshiro, or Hwoarang. I could easily kick Toshiro's ass if he started something, but Hwoarang was another story. There was a part of me that was attracted to me and the other half was telling me to beat him down. While deep in thought, I didn't notice Hatsumi staring at me. When I looked at her, she smiled mischievously.

"What?" I asked, raising a brow of suspicion.

"You look so nice in this outfit!" Hatsumi squeaked, "But something's missing, Asuka-chan!"

I couldn't think of what's missing? I let Hatsumi dress me and do my hair, so what else could she possibly want to do now? Her smile stretched further and she began poking my cheek. "You need to get… erokawa! Let me put some makeup on you!"

My eyes widened. I would never put that crap on my face! I gently nudged, Hatsumi away and turned my back to her.

"I don't want to be erokawa! That's beneath me!"

Hatsumi clasped her hand together and pouted, "Please, Asuka! Don't you want to look pretty?"

"Are you saying I'm ugly with out makeup?" I knew that reverse-psychology would force Hatsumi to back down.

"No, I'm not saying-"

"Just be quiet, okay. I don't want makeup!"

"What I mean is: don't you want to look pretty for someone?"

Hwoarang's handsome face, brown eyes and fiery red hair appeared in my mind.

"No…" I lied, avoiding eye contact with Hatsumi.

Hatsumi and Daisuke looked at each other, smiles on their faces.

"You do like someone, Asuka!" Daisuke declared, forming a heart with his hands. "You're in love, aren't you?"

I shook my head, but a blush rushed to my cheeks. I had been figured out.

"Who is it? Does he go to our school? Does he like you back?" Hatumi questioned. I glared at Hatsumi and she backed off. After all the gossip she had done the past two days, she was crazy to think I'd tell her that I was attracted to Hwoarang.

"Okay, now that I know you've got a man somewhere in Tokyo, can I please do your makeup?" Hatsumi begged one last time.

I sighed before nodding.

A few minutes later, I saw my face in Hatsumi's compact mirror and I almost didn't recognize myself. On my lips was a pink gloss that smelled like bubblegum. The shine made my lips look luscious. My cheeks were colored with a rosy blush. The powder made my face look youthful and gentle. My eyes were lined with a black gel, which made my eyes look bigger and brighter. I grinned a little. I looked sexy…

Soon we arrived in Tokyo and took a taxi to Acaraje Tropicana. I could hear J-pop blaring through the walls of the club. Hatsumi was practically jumping for joy when we walked in. Daisuke, on the other hand was giving the evil eye to any and every guy that looked at Hatumi. I, being the only "normal" one walked to the back of the club toward the bar. I had lost Daisuke and Hatsumi in the crowd, but I didn't really care. I needed a break from them. I sat down and got myself a strawberry soda and watched everyone dance and have a good time.

After my third soda, I realized that I hadn't danced or spoken to anyone! I couldn't even find Hwoarang. I took the napkin from under my glass and prepared to wipe the makeup off my face. This crap wasn't going to work in this dark club! What was I even thinking coming here!

Suddenly, I felt an arm coil around my waist. Whoever this jerk was was going home with broken ribs tonight. When I clenched my hands into a fist and prepared to elbow the man in the gut, he laughed.

"Relax, Kazama…" Hwoarang whispered, putting his other arm around me. I wanted to let him hold me, but naturally I shoved him away.

"It's nice to see you, too." he said, ogling my body. "Extremely nice…"

I rolled my eyes. No matter how tender he was in my mind, Hwoarang was still a roughneck in reality.

"What do you want?"

He smirked. "You…out of those clothes."

I sighed heavily. I wanted to slap him, but I walked right into that one. Although I wanted to see Hwoarang, I wasn't going to stand here and listen to him speak. I started to walk away. Being as persistent as usual, Hwoarang caught me by the crook of my elbow and yanked me back toward him. I had to admit, his aggressiveness excited me.

"Dance with me." He demanded, actually looking into my eyes. They were so hypnotic.

"I…I don't know how." I admitted.

Hwoarang smiled sweetly. "I'll show you."

HWOARANG…

I had spotted Asuka at the bar and I quickly got to her before anyone else could. She didn't look like a fighter tonight, she looked beautiful. Her makeup looked professional and her clothes made her look like a model. I had to have this new Asuka. Usually, when I saw a girl I wanted, I could just take her, but Asuka was different. I had to take things slow with her, but she was worth it.

I led Asuka to the dance floor and I could tell she was nervous. Considering how abrasive she can be, Asuka probably hasn't been with many guys. That number was most likely zero. I was almost excited that I could possibly be one of the first guys she's been with.

Once Asuka and I got into the dance crowd, I took her hand and twirled her around so that her back was facing me. Asuka looked so confused, but she was willing to let me lead her. I put my hands on her waist, pressed my manhood against her butt and started grinding on Asuka. At first she was unresponsive, but soon she moved her hips. She said she didn't know how to dance. This girl must have been lying. The way she moved made me wonder how she would be in bed. Getting comfortable, Asuka's held my hand with one of hers. In return, I slid my free hand up to her breast and massaged it as we danced. At first, Asuka seemed to enjoy my hand, but then her old self resurfaced and she squeezed my wrist tightly, causing me to release her. Once I let her go she punched me in my face. "You pervert! Ugh! I can't believe you!" she exclaimed, "Why can't you just control yourself!"

I rubbed my jaw. She definitely didn't hold back. The fact that she just hit me really pissed me off!

"It was just a touch! You don't have to be such a bitch about it!"

"A bitch? Now I'm a bitch?"

I began to regret what I had just said to Asuka. If I wanted her to know I liked her, I was doing a bad job of showing it. I wished I hadn't said what I did, but I wasn't going to stop.

"Yeah, you are a—"

Asuka punched me again. I was seriously prepared to drop kick her. She and I stared hard at each other, both of us waiting for the other to say or do something.

"Is there a problem here?" a voice asked.

Neither Asuka nor I looked away when we answered the stranger. "No, there's no problem." We replied in unison.

"It seems that way to me."

Asuka finally broke the silence, "Why don't you just mind your business!"

With that, she stormed away, the guy's eyes following her. He seemed to be attracted to her. Good, then he could put up with that attitude because if she was going to act like that, I didn't want Asuka.

I saw the guy follow behind Asuka and another guy approach me. He looked like bad news. He was dressed in some type of combat gear. The symbol on his chest looked familiar. I've seen the mark before…but it was a tattoo. It was a tattoo on JIN KAZAMA. This guy was with the Tekkenshu. He glowered at me and I could tell he wanted a fight, but he didn't move. He was waiting from someone's orders, I could tell. I cautiously walked around the club and soon more guys started following me…

YUKIMURA…

With Toshiro with me, it wasn't hard to find Asuka. She was cuter than I had expected her to be. Big breasts, tiny waist and firm legs were exactly my type. Maybe before Toshiro got to her, I could have a little fun.

It must have been my lucky night. I found both the foreigner that beat-up my cousin dancing Asuka. They seemed to be enjoying themselves until the guy groped Asuka. I couldn't blame him, those tits were nice. When the two started fighting I signaled my men to take their positions for the attack. The plan was simple:

I was going to drug Asuka and get her in a secluded area. With her high, I would take advantage of her (I just added that part. I figured I could get a reward for helping family) and then Toshiro could do whatever he had to. My lackeys would take care of that Korean bastard and then all of the work would be done.

I followed Asuka back to the bar, but I didn't sit with her. I went into a backroom where I had killed a bartender earlier. I put on an apron, slicked my hair back into a neat style and went out of the bartender's door, to the bar and to Asuka.

"Can I get you anything?"I asked, cleaning out a glass with a cloth I found on the counter.

"Yeah, give me a Hoppy."

I chuckled to myself. Asuka made things to easy. A hoppy was a beer-flavored non-alcoholic drink and if she knew what that tasted like then she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a Hoppy and a real beer. I nodded and crouched down to get a beer out of the small refrigerator. I popped the top off, poured the drink into a glass and then the sprinkled the powdery drug in the liquid.

"Here you go, enjoy." I said standing up and giving the drink to Asuka.

She lifted the bottle to me in regards to the mini-toast I made and then drank it.

It wasn't long before the drug took effect. Asuka could barely sit upright in the chair.

"Are you okay?"I asked, not truly concerned with her well-being.

"Yeah, I just have to use the bathroom." She replied using the bar as a crutch to stand up. "Can you tell me where that is?"

I took came from behind the bar and put Asuka's arm around my neck.

"You don't look to good. Why don't I just show you where the bathroom is?"