A/N: I don't own street fighter or any associated trademarks.

Also, there's a part in this chapter that I feel I'm pulling the trigger on too soon for a story like this. But when going over the outlines I have already mapped out for this story I found I have nowhere else to put it. Oh well, I think it turned out well. Happy reading!

"You've must have been practicing since we last met," intoned Juri as she walked backwards down the darkened streets in front of Ryu as he faced forward walking the same, "what's you're secret how'd get so good so quick?"

Juri was dressed in a black long sleeved see-through dress with assorted flower patterns throughout, with a white sleeveless dress underneath with a small white handbag in her clutch. Both dresses reached mid-thigh level and she had black stockings that were also see through with similar flower patterns as her top-level black dress that led down to a pair of stylish black leather boots that had a small heel. Her hair was done up in tails, though not in the usual fang style. They were more wild looking, locks sticking in this direction or that direction. She wore minimal make up on but did wear black lipstick.

Ryu with an easy look on his face responded, "I took your advice to heart and looked at dancing like a fight." He went. Though his face dropped slightly, like he's left something out.

Juri really liked that there was no presumption to this man and that he was easy to read.

She leveled a look at him, "I feel like you're not telling the whole story, tough guy."

"I also may have asked Eliza for some pointers," he went as he met her eyes.

"Eliza," Juri questioned, slightly anxious, crossing her arms and huff in her cheeks, "is this someone I should be worried about," she went on as she quirked an eyebrow at him.

Ryu, still looking into her eyes, stopped walking. The light looks on his face morphing into something more somber but earnest. As if he knew he should tread forward carefully. "Right," he went on, "Eliza is Ken's wife. I guess you haven't been acquainted yet. When told her I was planning on seeing someone she couldn't help herself but to lend a hand. When I told her our first date ended up with an impromptu dancing session, she invited me to one of her dancing classes. I'm happy to see the lesson paid off," he finished smiling at Juri, "I know we're pretty fresh in whatever we are doing here," he continued motioning between him and her, "but I figure honesty is the best policy."

Ryu wore a casual black jacket to fight off the unusual chill this evening, with a black shirt underneath that was tucked into black pants that lead down to black dress shoes. And his look was completed with a big shiny watch. A Cartier, by the looks of it. The outfit hung just right over the Ansatsuken fighter, Juri felt.

He'd look right at home in a fashion mag, she thought, though that watch seems a bit much.

Speaking of being much…

"I guess so," she said, looking away from Ryu, trying to take the subject off of her small flair of jealousy at Ryu mentioning another woman, "you managed to not step on my toes the entire time."

I was supposed to be giving you the next dance lesson, she thought to herself as she pouted, remember that tough guy!

But Ryu didn't take the hint.

"This outfit was her idea too," he said as lifted his arms as if to display himself and spun around, "she threw the shirt and what not at me saying I needed to make an impression if want to be in for the long haul." He then brought his left hand to his face, bringing attention to the watch. "I found this in one of the pockets of the jacket. I hope Ken doesn't miss it."

At that moment, they were pounced on by two, no three men.

Juri no longer had the time to be sidetracked by her jealousy.

They were pushed into a nearby alley.

One of the men was on her, in the middle of the space. She felt the cold steel of a knife that was set to her neck before she realized, as she was restrained from behind.

The two other men had dog piled Ryu and pushed him into the wall.

One had hit a combination of punches to his face and body as Ryu bounced off the brick.

He looked unfazed.

He was ready to fight back, clenching his fists, bringing his hands up, taking a stance.

"Yo, cock sucker!" Called the man who held Juri at knife point, "stand the fuck down or we'll get to see what this pretty little thing looks like on the inside!"

Ryu let out a breath, he unfurled his hands holding them out and opened in a placating manor.

"Fine, fine," he said calmly, "just take what you want and leave us be."

The one of the two men in front of him presumably didn't take to kindly to Ryu's tone.

"You hear that? It's almost like he's demanding," said one the muggers, "how's about we beat this guy to the ground and show his lady a good time in front of him."

This was not how Juri imagined ending the night at all.

But then again, the club they went to tonight was just outside the Tenderloin.

Juri was still getting used to the city, so maybe they were in the notorious neighborhood.

But anyway, a plan comes to Juri.

"Oh, my goodness," she said loudly, over dramatically even as she brought the back of her hand to her forehead, as if she's some starlet in a soap opera about to faint, "please be merciful with us!"

The other two brigand's attention is now on her, but the knife is still to her throat.

"What is it that you want," she continued in the same fashion, "Money? Jewelry? Oh darling! Please give them your wallet!"

She felt the knife relax from her neck.

Her performance must be working.

"Darling," she goes, once more, "the Cartier! Won't you give it to them so that we may be done with this," she finished as waggled her eyebrows at him, signaling him to make a move.

But once more he's not getting the hint.

Oh, fuck this!

Now that there's some room between her neck and the blade, she can do something without getting her windpipe cut.

She grabs the knife welding mugger by the wrist, peeling his arm away from her.

She twists it, hard, so much so that he drops the blade with a yelp of pain.

She lets go, then performs a spinning heel kick, the blow landing dead center, knocking the formerly armed criminal out of the alley.

"Ryu," she yelled, "do I need to knock all of these fuckers out myself!"

This knocks everyone out of their stupor.

The other two muggers try to charge Juri, but one is pulled back then thrown into a trash can by Ryu.

"Sorry," he said as took his stance, the floored mugger now standing, "I didn't know you were making a move," Ryu said apologetically.

"Subtlty's not a not a strong suit of yours," she said, "luckily you're pretty!"

Juri was beset by the other man, but his reckless charge had him running straight into Juri's extended leg.

He grunted in pain at having guts rearranged by her kick, she then quickly dispatched him using her senpusha, cartwheeling forward into two more powerful kicks.

The first kick landed once more in this mugger's midsection, causing him to double over.

The second kick landed just as the man was leaning forward, his action accentuating its power. He landed hard on the ground motionless.

She turned just in time to see Ryu landing a powerful stepping mule kick causing his opponent to go flying then bouncing off the wall.

He finished this man with a shoryuken, as the mugger rebounded.

They walked back to each other.

Ryu took her chin in his hand inspecting her for any damage with his brows creased in concern.

He went to say something, but they were interrupted.

The third mugger ran toward them screaming in rage.

Poor little guy never stood a chance.

The Feng-Shui engine whirred to life, Juri's left eye lighting up in a purple flash of unleashed ki.

The final mugger found himself in maelstrom of powerful kicks and ki blasts.

He dropped to the ground, somehow still conscious but clearly done for, groaning as he writhed in pain.

The Feng-Shui engine didn't finish cooling down before Ryu took her chin in his hand once more.

"You're hurt," he said, still wearing a worried expression.

"Please," she said, "those chumps weren't even half a Dan Hibiki."

Though if she were honest with herself, she did feel just a slight bit excited.

And Ryu fretting about her and the way he's gently cradling her face is causing a flutter in her stomach.

Nah, she tight to herself, it's gotta be the Feng-Shui engine.

Ryu runs his fingertip under her chin, toward her neck and lightly touches her neck.

She suppresses a shiver under his caress and at the same time feels a slight sting.

He brings his finger back showing the tip covered in a bit of blood.

Her lips shift into a grim line, "I guess that was a closer call then we realized."

Ryu produced a napkin from his pocket wiping his finger, "Seems so," he said, "its not deep but it doesn't look like it's stopping."

He goes to try wipe at her wound once more but stops.

"Hold on," he said.

Ryu tilts her head up gently.

"What are y…" Juri mutters, but then lets out a sigh of surprise as his lip are upon her neck.

She goes to try pull him against her to her as he nipped and sucked at her wound.

But it's over before it starts, its done, him finishing the action with a good, long lick.

This time she breathes out in frustration, as his ministrations have definitely left her stirred up.

He leans back as if to examine his handywork, "That's better, the bleeding stopped," he said.

Juri tilts her head down, a heavy shadow going over her eyes.

Ryu takes a step back apprehensively, "Juri…"

Her left eye flashes once more and then she lunges forward.

The force of their bodies impacting is so great it knocks Ryu off his feet.

She's straddling him, holding his hands above his head, his look of apprehension now that of surprise.

"My turn," she said.

She crashes her mouth roughly into his, her lips sliding gracefully over his. While his lips are soft the way he's returning the kiss leaves a bit to be desired. Dissatisfied with the way he's sloppily returning her kiss, smacking his mouth against hers too quickly for her taste, she stops releasing his hands now grabbing his face. "Slow down," she commands.

His cheeks are now flushed and his lips a little swollen. He's looking her dead in the face, his mouth slightly open wearing a stunned look, "Juri, I was just trying to…" he went.

Juri interrupted, "Its fine, its fine," she muttered before she kissed him again.

He returned it, this time much more to her liking; he went slow this time. It still needed a bit of work but for now it will do.

She tilted her head, and he followed the lead, his hands going to her hips.

She introduced her tongue, still tasting a bit of her blood though she didn't mind.

He moaned into her mouth, and she took it as her time to stop.

They separated, breaths mingling with heated looks.

"I think," Ryu stammered, struggling to catch his breath, "I think we should call Chun-li."

Well, that was the last thing she expected him to say.

"What," she questioned, almost incredulously now bunching up the lapels of his shirt in her hands.

"To get ahead of this," he said motioning to the assorted bodies of their would-be muggers, "I'd really hate to see you sent away behind this."

Her grip relaxes, she stands up helping Ryu to his feet.

"I guess you're right," she said.

She thinks back to being jealous when Ryu brought up Eliza.

After this display and his concern for her freedom, Juri recognized she didn't have anything to worry about.

Now if we can just work on his kissing, she thought, well getting the good officer involved guarantees there will be other times to work on it.

This isn't how I expected the night to go, thought Ryu as the opening of the once barren alley is now crawling with emergency personnel.

Though I am pretty happy with how some things turned out.

He's seated at a set of stone stairs at the entrance of a building adjacent to the alley, his eyes falling to his company for the night.

Juri's at his side wiping her face, more specifically her lips with something.

She looks over to him, "You want one," she said offering what appears to be some kind of portable wipe.

"What is that," he asked somewhat curiously.

"Make up remover," she simply, a knowing smile on her face.

"I think I'm good," he said.

She shrugs, "Suit yourself," she went putting the wipes away as she grabbed his hand and laid her head on his shoulder. "You sure you called Chun-li? Last thing I expected was half of the police force and paramedics on this side of town to show up."

"She did say she would send for help," Ryu responded.

"Help," she questioned, raising her head from its relaxed position, a prying look on her face.

"Her words," said Ryu, "you were wounded."

Juri brings her free hand to the fresh bandage at her neck, "Just barely," she said. She then nuzzled up to him, her breath tickling him sending pluses of delight throughout him, "Plus you can always kiss it better for me, tough guy."

"That's super unsanitary you know," responded Chun-li, with Lei-Fen in tow as she walked up to the couple.

"Chun-li," Ryu greeted, squeezing Juri's hand to let her know he's about stand, "Li-Fen."

"I'm comfortable here," she said in an adorable huff, snuggling in closer to him, returning the squeeze of his hand.

"Hey, Ryu," Chun-li returned in hello with a small smile on her face, but then dropped slightly as she saw something on his face. Come to think of it, some of the paramedics and officers on the scene gave him the same look. A faded smile still on her face her eyes go to his company, "Juri, interesting night looks like you two have had. I advise against getting too comfortable. I'd like to get both of you to give statements," said Chun-li authoritatively, "and it'd probably be a good idea to formally press charges."

Chun-li folded her arms under her chest as she eyed the couple.

She was dressed very casually, comfortably even as if she was dressed for bed in a pair of black board shorts with white trim paired with a white T-shirt tucked into them and her badge hanging from her neck. She wore a decently thick-looking purple robe with crescent moons and stars patterned throughout and had house slippers on.

"Oh, come on," protested Juri, "first officer on the scene already took our statements!"

She broke away from Ryu, though still close to him.

Ryu missed the warmth.

Suddenly, his jacket was not enough to keep tonight's chill at bay.

"Ms. Juri," the small, tired voice of Li-Fen called from Chun-li's side, "not so loud," she went on as she yawned. "Hey there, Mr. Ryu."

She looked at him weird too.

Li-Fen was dressed in a set of onesie panda themed pajamas, with the hood down and her own pair of house shoes on her feet.

Chun-li pulled her to her side, lightly stroking her hair, looking down at the little girl with a tender smile. Li-Fen returned by wrapping her arms around Chun-li's waist, "Yeah sorry about that," went Chun-li, "I had to pull her out of bed. And the statements not for the department."

Juri nodded knowingly, "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad I have you two looking out for me." She went back into Ryu's personal space, grabbing his hand again, "Hey kid," she greeted Li Fen, "I see you liked the pj's?"

Li-fen nodded at Juri, "Their comfy," she responded.

"You don't seem surprised to see us together, Chun-li," said Ryu curiously.

"Ken brought it to my attention the other day," said Chun-li, looking back at the couple. "It was in a gossip newspaper he reads. Come on," she turned around, "we can get this done at my apartment. My PC is linked into the SFPD servers so we can get those charges on paper too. We can take my car. You guys can stay the night if you feel it's too late to go home from there," she then turned around leveling a serious look to them, "But if you stay, I want both of you in separate rooms. The couch in my office and the couch in my living room should suffice. No more funny business tonight."

Both Ryu and Juri nodded in agreement and stood to follow Chun-li, still hand in hand.

She looked at him impishly, her lips and a single eyebrow with an uptick.

She then poked her lips out at him with a smack as she completed the action.

His eyes went to her lips, and his mind traveled to her kiss.

He remembers he was fervent in his return as he hadn't expected one to be laid on him like that but wasn't exactly sure what he was doing.

Luckily a little bit of couching was all he needed.

Then when she introduced her tongue, that moan was embarrassing but when she did it felt quite good.

Not to mention how she positioned herself on him. How she felt soft, warm and almost airy on his lap.

"Umm, Mr. Ryu," Li-Fen called, interrupting his revery, "you've got some black stuff your face. Around your mouth."

"I, what," he questioned dumbfounded.

No wonder everyone was looking at me weirdly, thought Ryu.

"Lipstick I suspect," went Chun-li with air of mirth, barely holding back a lough, "right Juri?"

He looked at Juri, in mock betrayal.

"Hey, don't give me that look. I offered you some makeup remover!"

A/N: This is it for this story for now. It's not finished by any means. I just wanted to get this story to this point. Plan I on update another story in the meantime. I had the 4th chapter for it sitting on my computer since 2019. It's for my story Dark Knights, Darker Queens, a Yan Sim x Ouran Host Club cross over. Speaking of which not sure how much cross over there would be with that and this story. I'm, going to re-write the 1st 3 chapters in addition to the 4th chapter as previously stated.