Potential: A Tekken 5 Lemon
By Sekiria
Email: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER:
Tekken is Copyright 1994, 1995, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2004 Namco, Ltd. Namco copyrights all characters associated with the game. I do not own any of them. No complaints!
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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1:15 PM
This was it.
The first day of the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5.
It had finally arrived, and Asuka was, more or less, nervous. Her opponent hadn’t even arrived yet, and the crowd was getting restless. Of course, there was one familiar face right next to her in Sasuke, and she took a bit of comfort in that fact. She hopped around in place, getting herself ready for her first opponent.
It was then that a motorcycle engine could be heard in the distance. The newcomer looked to the noise as it grew louder and louder, and a lone figure could be seen in the distance. He was riding his Harley straight into the arena, and once he arrived, he put it into a complete stop, parking right next to a junked car and putting down the kickstand. He took off his helmet to reveal a rather boyish Asian face. His hair was short, orange, and spiky, and he was dressed like he was part of some sort of motorcycle gang. He approached Asuka with a smirk on her face.
“Well, well, they said I was going to square off against a girl today, but I didn’t expect her to look so hot,” the man said in a foreign dialect. It sounded like he was speaking in Korean. “Almost makes me not want to fight anymore…almost.”
In the crowd, Sasuke’s gaze lowered into a scowl as he glared a hole at Asuka’s opponent. Dude, she’s taken, he thought. You try anything, it’s your ass.
Asuka, however, was unphased. Although she was new at this, she definitely knew what to do when it came to chauvinists like him. Smirking at him, she tries to knee him in the crotch, but he saw it coming and immediately backed away.
“Cheh, whatever,” he scoffed. “I’ve seen better. So what’s your name, newbie? I like to know the names of my opponents before kicking the snot of them.”
“Asuka,” she responded. “Asuka Kazama.”
Upon hearing the surname, Hwoarang stared at her in shock. There was no way this was a coincidence. Two Kazamas in one tournament? It sounded almost too good to be true.
“Did you just say Kazama?” he asked.
“Yeah. What of it?” she asked back.
“…Nothing. It’s nothing you don’t need to worry about, since you won’t be getting very far anyway.”
“Big words. I’m guessing they’re making up for something else that’s a little small?”
The crowd ooh’d at that comment. That was kind of a low blow.
The Korean boy just scoffed at that comment, scratching his head. “Yeah, yeah, shut up already.”
“Hit a nerve, did I?” Asuka taunted.
“Hmph. Hardly. Let’s get it on!”
“Don’t hold anything back!” Asuka exclaimed, as the bell sounded and the match was underway.
Tekken 5 was on.
-THE END-
Afterthoughts:
Finally, it’s done. I had started this about a month ago when the ideas started flowing into my head right after seeing an Asuka alternate outfit done by the artist known as Oh Great (this lemon was finished on April 12, 2005). I couldn’t hold it in any longer…I had to write a lemon based on Asuka’s back-story. Of course, her male companion is indeed original, since chances are no man is good enough for Asuka in Tekken 5, as it was made prevalent in her ending when she whacked Jin Kazama (her cousin) right into a boulder after he fell on her breasts. Of course, I had to make her best friend sort of her equal in almost all aspects. I didn’t want to make an Asian version of Ron Stoppable, although that would’ve been funny.
In any case, mad props to the guys who inspired me to make this god-awful (at least, I think it is) lemon which will probably be deemed as total bullshit. OK, so it’s not that bad, but there’s definitely room for improvement. Esco, Racey, the guys who did the whole Multiverse thing back when I posted at Fnet (and cka wasn’t a total douchebag like he is now), HerV for practically etching the “This place!” joke in my head (and thus, the image of Asuka’s bouncing breasts is now permanently pounded into my skull; thanks, Esco!), and, well, whoever didn’t get any props from me, you probably know how I feel about you.
And a big R.I.P. to Iczel Prime, one of the greatest lemon fanfic writers of our generation, who died last Monday from cancer. He was a true master of his craft, and also one of Racey’s best friends. He was the Yellow Lemonranger, and he, along with Racey and the other Lemonrangers, saved the world from tentacle rape, yaoi, and crappy fanfiction with their Yuri power. God (or whatever deity you worship) works in mysterious ways, and we may never know why He claimed his life, but in life, he made people happy, and that’s what matters.
May he Rest in Peace.
And until the next time (if there is a next time), I’ll see you around…unless you’re on HerV, then I’ll just see you there. =P
-Sekiria