Chapter 4: The Wrath of Nina's Foot
Boo...
"Kazuya!" Lee grinned.
Jin froze in his tracks as his father came into view.
"Lee." Kazuya smirked. "Still alive I see."
"I could say the same to you, dear brother." Lee chuckled.
Jin's body went cold all over as Kazuya turned to him.
"Jin."
"Stay away from me!!" Jin shouted, running back into the parkade.
High strung...isn't he?
"Shut up." Kazuya growled.
"The voices in your head giving you troubles again, Kazuya?" The silver-haired man smirked.
"Bite me." Kazuya muttered.
"Maybe later. So...going to tell me what happened to you?" Lee asked.
"I guess. Come to my hotel..."
Lee smirked evilly and followed Kazuya outside.
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Hwoarang rushed the punching bag again, ripping it slightly. He had taped a picture of Jin onto the punching bag and was currently demolishing it.
"Why do you hate him so?" A female voice asked.
The voice startled Hwoarang, but he didn't show it. He turned to see a brunette in zebra-print jeans and a low-cut white shirt watching him.
"Anna Williams." He snorted, turning back to his Jin-bag.
"Ah. So you do remember me." She smirked, walking over to stand beside the Korean.
"How could I forget you? You bitch slapped me hard enough to knock my back molar out. You were just lucky the dentist was able to stick it back in."
"Vain much?"
"Egotistical." The redhead replied, kicking Jin's picture.
"You never answered me."
"Because he's a lying fuck-shit. That's why."
"Fuck-shit. Now there's a word I haven't heard before. Is that one word?"
"Hyphinated."
Hwoarang unleashed a seven-hit kick combo on the punching bag. It ripped open right above Jin's picture and sand started pouring out.
"Hey! You'd better pay for that!" The gym owner cried.
Hwoarang peered around the punching bag and the owner went white.
"Oh. H-hwoarang. N-n-nevermind."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes as the owner rushed off to get a vacuum or something. He turned back to Anna.
"You're fighting Steve Fox this afternoon aren't you?" She asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
Anna looked around before leaning close to Hwoarang. "Want to let me get a clear shot?"
"What do you mean?"
"I was sent here to assassinate him by Dr. Abel."
"...Why?"
Anna shrugged, "Because he paid me to. That's why."
"We'll see if I'm in a generous mood or not." Hwoarang replied, staring down at the pile of sand that buried Jin's picture.
Anna nodded, smiled, and walked away. Hwoarang watched her go before digging Jin's picture out of the sand pile. He ripped it up before any old feelings could nag at his brain and walked out of the gym.
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Nina tapped her foot impatiently on the tarmac. She was waiting at the airport for her opponent. He was fifteen minutes late. Finally the blonde boxer she'd seen in the Tekken office strolled up.
"Hello there, sweetheart." He crooned with a British accent.
"You're late." Nina replied icily.
The blonde just shrugged and started lacing his boxing gloves up. Nina, thoroughly annoyed, was now glad she decided to wear high-heeled boots with her pink cat suit today. The referee seemed annoyed as well. She swept both Nina and Steve with the metal detector. It pinged and the referee gave Nina a look.
"Steel-toed boots." Nina explained.
The ref shrugged and nodded. They both looked over at Steve. He was still (purposely) lacing his gloves up slowly. The blonde cracked her neck. She couldn't wait to take this punk down a notch. The ref, at the end of her patience, called out:
"Round one: Fight!"
Before Steve could react Nina's foot was connecting with his cheek. He cried out as her heel sliced his cheek nicely. Once her foot was back on the ground, Nina lunged forward, slamming her fist into Steve's chin. The blonde male stumbled back, only to pay with his pride with the move Hwoarang cursed Nina for ever using. His vision blurred with black dots as Nina's steel toe connected with his manhood. He groaned and slumped to the ground, both gloved hands clutching his throbbing crotch.
"Serves you right. Asshole." Nina sneered, stalking off.
The ref couldn't hold back a tiny smile and she crouched beside Steve to take his vitals. Nina sighed as she passed dozens of shocked spectators. Some of them yelled obscenities at her, some of them asked for her autograph/phone number/address. She paid no mind to either side.
[Too bad he's so damn cocky. I heard Steve was an awesome boxer.]
She saw Julia and Michelle waiting for her and she rolled her eyes.
[Great. Now I'm going to get a lecture...]
"Nina Williams. That was horrible." Julia said.
Something clicked in Nina's head and she stopped. "What...did you call me?"
"...Nina Williams." Julia replied, frowning.
Nina's face went pale. "...Williams."
"Yes. You are Nina Williams. Nina...are you all right?" Michelle asked.
"I'm...fine. Thank-you."
Nina turned to go, but she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"I'm not sorry I kicked him in the balls..."
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Heihachi watched as Steve Fox slumped to the tarmac. The old man winced, feeling slightly sorry for the boy. He too had felt the wrath of Nina's foot on several occasions. He swiveled his chair around to look at the other monitors. Craig Marduk was demolishing Xiaoyu, Christie and Yoshimitsu were duking it out, and Kuma was mauling Paul. Heihachi laughed, which earned him an odd look from his lackeys. The man paid no mind to his men and grinned. He wondered who was even going to make it to tomorrow.
"Hand me the remote." He barked.
Immediately one of his henchmen jumped forward, remote in hand. Heihachi grabbed the remote, switching through cameras. He couldn't find Jin anywhere. The fighter growled, but calmed himself down. The boy wouldn't skip the tournament as long as his precious Hwoarang was still around.
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