This is my first Tekken project in a couple years now, since I've been mainly in the KOF fandom. Now, don't be mistaken: yes, this story has the appearance of gratuitous wank material, just from the M rating and the two leads involved, but I have put a LOT of thought into this. I intend to make this something worthwhile, something that can affect your heartstrings, and not just your pants. This is a bona fide journey, of the bond that will form between two ladies who have experienced great loss. Will I succeed? I dunno. I've been away from Tekken a while.
Without further ado, enjoy the Hottest Summer in Brazil.
"THE 212 FLIGHT TO BRAZIL HAS ARRIVED. PLEASE EXIT THE PLANE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION."
She nudged through the airport, no luggage to carry... there was no need. Finally, after the madness of the King of Iron Fist Tournament 6 and Second Tag Tournament... her feet at last touched her native soil again. She was home.
Home... where the heart was. Just what she needed to MEND her broken heart. Iron Fist 6 had left her broken, jaded... calloused blotches on her once-innocent soul.
Her grandfather was dead. Natural causes. His long prison sentence didn't help matters much. Her only family... rotted away in a cell, until he was too weak and frail to return to real life.
Eddy never could forgive himself for it. They'd both tried so hard to get him medical care, but the money was outrageous... that's what led to Iron Fist. That sinful tournament.
Christie tried to win it the honest way, but fell utterly short; there were always too many superpowered freaks to contend with. Eddy's the one who took things to the next level: joining up with the Tekken Force, to become Jin Kazama's lapdog. She remembered him disappearing for such a long time. She remembered being so alone.
So many days, she wished Eddy would come back to her... but as time passed, he became a person that she didn't quite recognize. Hearing the horrible stories: invading countries, spreading ruin to the continents... the man who was once her mentor, her idol, had become little more than a terrorist. But she always told herself... he was doing it for them...
In the end, he was too late. By the time the war was over, and he made it back home... there was nothing left but a gravestone. She remembered slapping him that day. It wasn't so much the anger of him not being there for her grandfather's death... it was just the wasted time. The lives lost. Why... why did he have to spread so much death and destruction? In the end, what was it all for?
She doesn't remember what force on Earth convinced her to join the Tag Tournament with Eddy. It was a disaster. They didn't say more than a word to each other the entire time. They won only one fight... and then Eddy finally disappeared. Maybe he couldn't forgive himself for everything that had happened. Maybe just looking at her face was too painful for him.
It all didn't matter now. Christie Monteiro was here, now, in her native home... and she was all alone. She cursed the King of Iron fist tournament, and the corrupt lords who move the cogs of fate. She cursed The Mishima Zaibatsu. She cursed Eddy, for leaving her here, with this pain inside her. It was all disgusting to her now.
Where does she go from here? Has the book on her life finally closed, or are more chapters still waiting to be written?
With no luggage, and a few reais in her pocket... Christie Monteiro set out to start her life anew. A life away from the madness of Iron Fist. A life away from Eddy. A life away from death and grief... let the summer sun sweat away these painful memories.
