Tekken Jr.
A/N: OK to answer ToykoPrincess, yes after the memories
there will be more to the story-ok I know that you may be sick of me, cause it
will be a year that I have been writing this story in January! Wow, I'm
surprised that I have kept this story up for this long- anyway in short this fic
will continue for who knows how long!
Ok smokies, there was another tie
so I settled it and figured that well this one would make the most sense to do
first! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own
Tekken!
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"Grandpa, watch
me." Christie said happily as she danced across the hard floor.
"Very
nice Christie." Her grandfather clapped as he watched his granddaughter, eyes
twinkling.
Christie smiled as she lifted one of her legs up and
delicately twirled. Even though she was only 3 years old she had found something
that she had loved to do; dance.
"I wanna be just like the lady who
dancing at the party." Christie giggled as she danced around like the lady in
the festival. Her grandpa got up and grabbed Christie's small hands and danced
with his granddaughter, as she giggled happily.
"You will be darling."
Her grandpa laughed fondly as he watched her dance. "But I need a pretty dress
just like her." Christie said thoughtfully as she stopped for a moment. She
walked over and grabbed the blanket laying on the couch draping it around
herself, continuing to dance.
"That girl is something else." He sighed
smirking.
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"Wow." Christie
whistled as she walked up the grand stairs. She glanced at the note and then at
the large mansion that was boarded up. "This is the place."
As she walked
up the elegant stairway and unto the porch, she marveled at the beauty of the
house. She glanced down at glossy floor showing her reflection. She leaned over
the balcony taking in the warm Brazilian air over a elegant tropical setting.
She smiled to herself and as she twirled across the floor. Arms spread open as
she danced with the morning, occasionally looking at her
reflection.
(A/N: I was thinking about this from the Tekken 4 intro
video, when she was dancing on that balcony looking thing!)
The sound of
someone clearing their throat snapped Christie out of her spell. She glanced her
eyes up to meet his.
"Bout time you got here." The man said stepping up
closer to her.
"You sent me this?" Christie asked as she pulled the note
out of her cut off shorts pocket.
"Yes, your grandfather wanted me to
talk to you." He said further.
"Sure." Christie chuckled bitterly. She
was realizing that maybe this was a sick joke. Eddie shook his head as he
reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture and handing it to Christie.
"What's this?" Christie asked as she cautiously took it. She turned it over to
see a picture of her grandfather holding her in her dance
outfit.
"Proof." Eddie told her. "While I was in prison he taught me to
fight; now he wants me to teach you."
"I don't think so." Christie sighed
shaking her head.
"He made me promise." Eddie stopped her, as he held out
his hand for her to shake it, so that they could make a deal on
this.
"Why do I have a feeling that I am going to regret this?" Christie
muttered as she took his hand and gave it a firm shake.
"The challenge
will be worth it." Eddie smugly told
her.
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"Again." Eddy commanded as he watched
Christie practice the move.
"No, I don't want to." Christie sighed as she
sat on the dusty ground where she and Eddy went to train. "We've been training
since six this morning, I'm tired."
"You'll never beat me with that
attitude." Eddy smiled smugly as he folded his arms.
"That matters to me,
because?" Christie asked as she dusted off her incredibly short shorts
off.
"If you put half as much time and energy into fighting as you did
with dancing then you wouldn't be stumbling with the move." Eddie told her as he
leaned against the wall shading out of the hot sun as he watched
Christie.
"Well you yell at me when I put too much dancing into the
moves." Christie grumbled as she sat on the ground, resting.
"You just
need to focus." Eddie told her as he smiled smugly.
"Well maybe I am more
of a dancer." Christie told him.
About a year later---(())
"Fight
me." Eddie told her as spun Christie around to face him.
"Excuse me?"
Christie asked as she looked him like he had grown a third head.
"You and
me, fight." Eddie said stepping up.
"No way, you'll kill me." Christie
said shaking her head as she sat back down on the porch sewing her
pants.
"What you afraid?" Eddie questioned with disapproval in his
voice.
"Yes, I am." Christie answered as she ignored him, continuing to
sew.
"You know I didn't train you to be weak." Eddie said as he voice
began to rise. He hated weakness and Christie wasn't helping the
situation.
"And you didn't train me to be stupid." Christie snorted back.
"See you've been training for like ten years, I only have about 2
years."
"But it's in your blood line." Eddie emphasized.
"Fine,
let's get this over with." Christie sighed as she got off the porch and stood on
the dusty ground where they trained at. She stood across from him and closed her
eyes for a second focusing.
The battled for hours Christie was actually
wearing him down. She stayed low to his ankles and legs, that being her focal
point. She figured that if he couldn't stand then he couldn't really fight
against her.
'Time to end this.' Christie thought to herself as she rose
up and kicked him in the face, sending him flying into the dust. She actually
had won.
"Good." Eddie nodded as he wiped the blood from his nose with a
sense of satisfaction. Christie squealed with happiness as she started to dance
then posed. "And we are back to the
dancing."
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Christie
laughed to herself at the memory, she was back home in Brazil on the same dusty
ground where she learned to fight.
"I'll find you Eddie one way or
another." Christie vowed as she walked her home
land.
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