Hey Hey Everyone, back with a seriously serious update. Asuka is in...how do I say this nicely? Some deep S#!T right now!

PLease enjoy, b/c the next chapter is going to be filled with Lemon and Lime, Spriteyness! (Ye,s I just made that up...)

ASUKA

I felt hands touching me, but I didn't know whose. I saw a man that wasn't Hwoarang,(the one who interrupted the argument, who I think is the bartender.),practically dragging me somewhere, but I couldn't will my move my body to fight him, I felt like I would fall over. That, and it's so hard to walk in these heels...Stupid Hatsumi, making me wear these stupid things! I considered screaming, or yelling or cursing him out, but the thought of raising my voice made me want to vomit. I felt so hot, my mouth was dry, my body was the only thing...moist. What the hell happened to me?

I had a drink, but it wasn't alcoholic...was it? I stung the back of my throat when it went down, but thats what Hoppys do right? They taste like alcohol, but everyone knows they're not...

Ahead of me, I see red lettering that reads, EXIT.I thought this guy was taking me to the bathroom. Why the hell are we leaving the club? I glance over at him, ready for some answers.

"Where are we going?" I murmured, slowly, trying to keep the food from earlier today from rushing out of my mouth.

The man chuckled. "You're one tough Bitch, usually my roofies work on girls like that!" man said, snapping his fingers and grinning at me.

Roofies! Oh,no...How could he have possibly gotten drugs into my drink? I watched him the whole time! I stopped walking with the man and gave him my most I-may-be-drugged-and-somewhat-scared-shitless-out-of-my-mind-but-I'll-kick-your-ass(once-I'm-off-my-high) glare.

"Why? What do you want from me!" I yelled, my head banging like thunder at the sound of my own voice.

He grabbed my face, forcing my lips to pucker and looked into my eyes with his black abysmal ones.

"Well, my sweet Asuka, to fuck you senseless of course... " he squeezed my body close to his. "That...and my cousin Toshiro has a score to settle with you."

"Tosh-Toshiro?" I immediately recalled my former classmate and scowled. I knew he would seek revenge, but not like this...

I had to get away from this bastard before he raped me and let Toshiro beat me to a bloody pulp. I punched the "bartender" as hard as I could (which was more painful for me than I think it was for him) and tried to sprint away in the heels, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back so fast I barely had time to block the back hand that practically sent me twirling, face first, toward the tile floor. If there had been any witness to this, the assault might have seemed like a short-lived salsa dance. At least that's what I'm thinking the "bartender" thought as I feel to the ground. And seeing how I can't "dance" very well at the moment, I fell awkwardly, snapping one of the heels off my shoe and twisting my ankle. I yelped in pain, trying avert his attention from my throbbing ankle but to my stinging face.

"Aww, did I hurt you, Asuka?"the "bartender" cooed, treading a small circle around me. In some last-ditch effort, I used my good leg and forearms in an attempt to (shamefully) "slither" away, from any other attacks, but suddenly a kick to my torso knocked me on my back. The blow to my stomach forced not only some blood, but traces of vomit rush from my mouth. After an obnoxious cackle, the "bartender" grasped a handful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. The pathetic whimper that came my mouth was humiliating and he relished in my shame.

"Oh, yes. I'm going to definitely going to enjoy you, but first, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yukimura..."

HWOARANG

I felt several pairs of eyes scrutinizing me, analyzing and waiting on my next move. I wouldn't have mind the attention if the eyes belonged to women, but they did not. The plain-clothed Tekkenshu were closing in on me. They must have thought I didn't notice them, but I counted six of them. Ha! They should have brought a hundred more men. Maybe then the fight would have been fair. Before I kicked some ass, I looked glanced at the bar to see Asuka drinking a beer. Isn't she only 17? What the fuck is that... kid doing? Then I saw her walking, no staggering away with some other guy. First of all, Asuka was mine. Secondly, she looks drunk out of her mind. Third...did I mention she was mine! I started toward the bar to in both a territorial and protective manner.

"Hey, How-A-Wrong!"some dumb-ass called. It must have been on of the Tekkenshu scum bags. He and his five playmates were the last thing on my mind.

"Whadya want?" I asked dryly, turning around to a swift punch to the jaw. My face turned away from him and I clenched my jaw. This bastard was gonna get it.

"We're placing you under arrest for the assault of Toshiro Sanada!"my attacker, said pointing at my face.

Not wanting to hear another word, I landed a roundhouse kick straight to the guy's face, sending him to the club floor. "Don't know the bastard."I said, using the man's stomach as another piece of floor, walking toward Asuka. All of a sudden a swarm of Tekkenshu to approached me. Guess I'm in for a fight...

ASUKA

I tried to fight him off, but Yukimura, as he so politely introduced himself as, beat me out of the club. Just walking through the hall alone, I was slammed against the walls, choke-held until breathless and even kicked in the ass. If Yukimura's plan was to weaken me, it worked. Once we were out the club and into a back alley, with only a smelly dumpster and no escape route, I knew I was in deep trouble. I never thought I would need Hwoarang as bad as I do now.

"Come one out, fellas. The meats been tenderized..."Yukimura said, to who I thought (for an instant) was the wind."Now all we have to do is cook it and eat it right up!" he stated, flicking one of my breasts. I was a second behind his movement and looked like some awkward kid fighting a gnat. I cringed at Yukimura's words and actions. The thought of my body being seen as meat was less that appetizing

The wind would have so much better than the two other burly men that came from the shadows toward me and, with Yukimura, cornered me under a dim alley light, my back against a tall barbed fence.

Once I made eye contact with Toshiro he smirked.

"You're not so bad out of a gi, Kazama." he complemented.

Usually, just to be the sarcastic kid I am, I would have said Thank you, but my life was at stake and cheekiness would only hasten my beat-down, so I just stared at all there of them.

Then,Yukimura, in a voice, an inch from a whisper said: "Restrain her."

Before I could even defend myself a hunting knifeswiftly grazed my neck, its handle attached to Toshiro's arm. "Put your hands up now, Bitch!"

I took my hand from my bloody neck and lifted my hands to the sky, not only because I was told to, but because something deep within me thought that if I did and angel might come save me... Or maybe even a redheaded devil...

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