Potential: A Tekken 5 Lemon

By Sekiria

DISCLAIMER:

This story is also only for ages 18+, as it contains sexual situations as well as violent behavior. If you’re under 18, I suggest you find something else to read.

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CHAPTER 4: BACK TO REALITY

A white ceiling.

Vision currently fuzzy.

An image of someone’s face looking down on him.

These were all things that were currently registering into Sasuke’s brain as he slowly came to. That was some dream he had. He almost didn’t want to wake up from it. But he did, and the first thing he saw when his vision cleared up was the one person he dreamt about.

“…Asuka?” Sasuke blurted in a weak tone, still a little groggy. The next step was to get up off of the bed, but as soon as he did, a sudden pain rushed to his head, slowly bringing him back down onto the pillow.

“Easy there, tiger,” Asuka said. “That was quite a beating you took. You should just rest for now.”

“Ow…where am I?” was the first thing that came to his mind.

“You’re in the hospital, Sasuke. You were a little worse for wear when I found you.”

That was when it hit him. The dojo…the students…

“…Your dad! Is he…”

Asuka’s face drooped a little. “Unfortunately, he’s taken quite a few hits too many, and he’s suffered some broken ribs. He’s going to have to stay here a while to recuperate. The doctors say he’ll be fine, though.”

Sasuke sighed. “That’s good to know.” A brief pause, then Sasuke again broke the silence. “Oh…um…I’m sorry.”

“Huh? For what?” she asked.

”For just running in there completely bullheaded. It was stupid of me to even think about trying to fight that guy.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry about it. At the very least, you know who did it, right? What did he look like?”

”Well, for one, he was Chinese.”

”Uh-huh.”

“He also looked like he was in some sort of mob…or at least he dressed like he did.”

Asuka nodded.

“And his fighting style was…wait a minute…”

It had just dawned on him. Asuka was intending to go after the guy! He gave the girl a glare that burned a hole right through her skull. She just looked back at him.

“No,” he said.

“No, what?” she asked, a little puzzled.

“I know what you’re up to, missy…you plan to go after him, don’t you?” Sasuke asked.

“What if I am?”

“Then I’d say that’s one of the craziest plans I’ve ever heard.”

“We find the attacker and fight him by tossing day-old sushi at him.”

Sasuke just stared at her silently, obviously very puzzled.

“Just keeping things in perspective,” she said.

“Duly noted. In any case, I can’t allow you to go after him. He’s way too strong for you to handle.”

“Well, sorry to say, Sasuke, but unfortunately, I don’t think you’re in any position to argue, what with your current condition and all.”

“Oh, this?” He scoffed, obviously shrugging off the fact that he’s rather hurt. “These aren’t anything but a few scratches. Nothing a little rest…and maybe some aspirin…can’t cure.”

Asuka just looked at him unconvinced, and then poked his side. He flinched inward from where he was poked, wincing in pain, all whilst muttering a simple “Ow”.

“I think it’s safe to say that that isn’t a scratch,” she said.

“Ha ha, very funny,” he responded, gripping at where he was poked and glaring at her as if to say “Don’t do it again”.

“Just drop the macho act already, Sasuke. Let me find him, OK? Let me be the one to get revenge for what he did to the school…and to you.”

It was obvious Sasuke was losing this argument. And before he could say anything more, a knock was heard on the hospital door. Both Sasuke and Asuka looked at each other, puzzled. Neither of them was expecting a visitor.

“Uh, come in,” the young man said, as whoever knocked opened the door and entered. This guy was unfamiliar to both Sasuke and Asuka. He was an Asian man, looked to be around his late 40s, and his hair was tied back in a ponytail. One of his suspenders holding up his pants displayed a badge, signaling that he was a police officer of some sort. But who was this guy?

And more importantly…what’s up with that pink shirt?

“Who are you?” Sasuke asked the middle-aged Asian man with the badge on his left suspender.

“My name is Lei Wulong. I am a detective with the Hong Kong Interpol branch. Can I ask what your names are, please?”

“Asuka Kazama,” the girl introduced. “And my stubborn, macho friend in the hospital bed here is Sasuke.” He just waved at Lei.

“OK, then, now that the introductions have been settled, let’s get down to business.”

15 minutes later

“…So, you’re saying that this guy has done this to other martial arts schools in Japan?” Sasuke asked Lei, who was currently bringing both of the teenagers up to speed on who attacked them.

“Not just Japan, but also in China and some parts of Malaysia,” Lei answered. “I, as well as the rest of Interpol, have been tracking him ever since the first wave of attacks had started.”

“Does he at least have a name?” the Japanese girl asked. “I’m honestly sick of calling him ‘The Chinese Prick’.”

“I was just about to get to that,” the detective told them as he continued, handing Asuka a file. “His name is Feng Wei. He is a fierce warrior trained in the ways of Kung Fu. From what the file tells us, he killed off his own master when he was told not to participate in any fighting tournaments involving other forms of martial arts.”

“Can we say ‘anger management’?” Sasuke joked. No one laughed at it as Lei continued on.

“From what we hear, he has received an invitation to the next King of Iron Fist Tournament. Apparently, he wants to showcase his skills to the rest of the world.”

“The King of Iron Fist Tournament?” the younger male asked the detective.

“Yes. I do believe you have heard of it?” Lei asked him

“Isn’t it that underground fighting tournament that started back up three years ago?” Asuka questioned. “I hear that ever since the second tournament, there’s been a whole shroud of controversy among all the fighters, especially if your last name is Mishima.”

“You are correct, Asuka,” Lei answered. “As for the controversy, I’m afraid I’m going to have to keep my lips sealed.”

“Mishima…Mishima…” Sasuke muttered to himself. He was thinking about where he had heard the name before. He then flashed back to a couple of months ago when he read a newspaper article with the headline “President of Mishima Zaibatsu mysteriously murdered” and a large picture of an old Japanese man with wild gray hair gracing the front page, accompanied by a slightly smaller picture of an explosion in the mountains. “Hey, didn’t somebody with that surname just pass away a month ago?”

“Yes, and they’re still scrambling for a successor as we speak,” Lei answered. “But that isn’t why I’m here today. I’d like to know if either of you are actually interested in entering the tournament?”

Well, that was a shocker. Both Sasuke and Asuka stared at Lei, then stared at each other, and then back at Lei.

“Are you serious?” the both of them asked simultaneously.

“Yes. As of right now, we currently do not have any leads on the whereabouts of Feng Wei. Since your school was the latest casualty from his rampage, you two right now are pretty much the only means of us finding him and bringing him to justice. I understand that you fought him personally?” Lei asked Sasuke.

“Yes, I did. I wouldn’t be in this hospital bed bragging about it if I didn’t, now would I?”

“You were lucky. Most students and teachers from other schools haven’t shared such luck. Most of them ended up paying with their lives.”

Yet another shocker. Upon hearing that, Sasuke’s mood turned more serious, as did Asuka’s. A sense of slight relief washed over him; if not for Asuka, chances are he would have been dead by now. Now he knows he can’t go after Feng…he’s now too busy owing Asuka his life.

After glancing at Sasuke and seeing his mood take a more serious turn, Asuka sighed in relief. She was now more determined to stop this guy before he harms anyone else, and she now knows that Sasuke can’t argue with her about it. With this knowledge in hand, Asuka steps forward towards Lei, saying two simple words…

“I’m in.”

“Good,” Lei replied. “We will send you an invitation to the tournament within the next two weeks, as well as the location of your first match. It is undetermined at this point whom your opponent will be, as the selection is always randomized.”

The younger man tilted his head. Something seemed a little peculiar about Lei.

“You act as if you’ve been through this before,” Sasuke said.

“Ah, yes, I have,” Lei responded. “I’ve participated in just about every tournament except for the first, and I shall also be competing in this one, as well.” He continued to speak as he stood up from the chair next to the bed. “Well, I’ll have to report this to my superiors. If you’ll excuse me.”

As he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Asuka.

“Just a warning,” he said. “The fighters in this tournament are some of the strongest and the most elite in this world. They will show no mercy, not even to a young girl such as you. Be at your best when you’re fighting out there, or you may lose a lot more than just the match. Good luck to you.”

He exits the room as Asuka is left to ponder those words. Sasuke just looks at her, a little concerned for her.

“…Asuka?” he asked.

“…I’m fine,” she responded. “I’ll be ready. And besides, there’s nothing to worry about. As soon as you feel better, you’ll help me train for this, right?”

“Heh…I’m not even out of bed yet and you’re already asking me for help.” Sasuke smirked.

“I’ll need as much of it as I can get. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a good challenge.”

“Whaaaat?” he scoffed, a little insulted, but not minding too much. “You’re saying that I’m not enough of a challenge for you?”

“Maaaaybe…” Asuka said sheepishly.

“Oh, I’ll show you a challenge, all right…c’mere, you!”

Without warning, Sasuke jumped out towards Asuka, almost grabbing the girl who immediately stood up from the hospital bed laughing. However, the playtime was cut short, as yet another rush of pain shot to his head (or so he’s leading her to believe).

“…Ow…”

“Ooh, you alright?”

“Yeah, I will be…when the room stops spinning, anyway…where are you?”

As he’s talking, his right arm is reaching out, looking for his friend. She walks towards the bed and kneels down to look at him, and as she does, he suddenly opens his eyes, giving a mischievous smile. Before Asuka knew it, he curls his arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock as he rubs his fist on her head, giving her a noogie.

”Ack! No fair!” Asuka laughed, strugging a bit to break free of the hold.

“How’s that for a challenge, eh?” Sasuke asked jokingly before letting go. As he does, she pushes off, putting in a little space between the both of them.

“Nice one,” she said. “For a while there, I was actually worried.”

“Really?” he asked.

”No,” she answered as she headed for the door. “I’ll be outside if you need anything, OK?”

Sasuke nodded as Asuka exits the room, rubbing her head just a bit. Apparently that noogie he gave her was a little too hard. She laughed at the fact that he’s well enough to still joke around, but deep down inside she was worried for him. Asuka leaned against a wall, the laughter turning into tears and small sobs. What happened today was horrible…the attack on the school, seeing her father badly beaten, and also seeing her best friend almost die on her…it was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. But she also knew that this was not the time to cry. This Feng Wei guy was going to pay for her suffering. She was going to make sure of it.

This brought her to her other dilemma…the upcoming King of Iron Fist Tournament. For Asuka, this would be the first time entering something so huge and widely known. She had no experience with organized fighting whatsoever. She just fought for the little man, the ones who couldn’t stick up for themselves. But this also meant new challenges for her. To be quite honest, she was getting a little bored of beating up the local bullies almost every day. It almost became routine for her and Sasuke. Maybe this tournament would be a nice change of pace. Sasuke was right…she was crazy. It may be so, but this was something she felt she had to try at least once.

She dried her eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled herself for what was to come in the next couple of weeks.

“Don’t worry, dad…Sasuke. I’ll get revenge for what this guy did, I swear it,” she said to herself softly.