Summary:The King of Iron Fist Tournament Five is underway and fighters from all over the world are eager to demonstrate their power and potential while conquering their own selfish motives. Asuka Kazama is a first time competitor but she isn't afraid of a little competition with her fists; but having to make friends while secretly swooning over a certain spiky-haired red-head are a few battles that just might force her to accept defeat.

Disclaimer: I do not own Namco's popular fighting video game series Tekken- but if I did, that would be the greatest feeling in the world.

Pairings: Asuka K. x Hwoarang, Christie M. x Steve F., Christie M. x Eddy G., Xiaoyu x Jin K., Lei W. x O.C.

"The King of Iron Fist Tournament Five"

Asuka's legs ached in protest as she speedily pedaled down Main Street towards her family shrine. The headmaster had called her down to the office halfway through fourth period and explained to her as calmly as he could that the police had been called to her father's dojo. Apparently, there had been a serious altercation and her mother wanted her home immediately. What could have happened to her father? The man was in perfect health and he was a master in Kazama-style martial arts. He could handle anything or anyone who tried to disrupt the peace of their family- so what could have happened to him?

She could see the flashing lights of police cars from three blocks away as she neared the shrine. A fire truck was parked right beside the hydrant on the corner and an ambulance was right in front of it. Whatever had transpired at the shrine must have been serious. Asuka could hear her mother's cries as she hopped off her bike and dropped it on the front lawn. Her mother was standing on the front porch, a handkerchief in her hands, her eyes swollen, her face stained with tears. She was standing with two officers- one of them that Asuka recognized from last year's showing of the Tekken Tournament- Lei Wulong.

"Mother, what's going on?" Asuka asked as she cautiously approached the two officers.

"Your father was visited earlier this afternoon by an old friend named Feng Wei. I fixed them a pot of tea and let them be while tending to tasks in the kitchen parlor. I overheard Feng asking your father if he had any information on the scroll of the 'God Fist,' but your father refused to tell him anything, claiming that the scroll was to be kept hidden and no one was to know its power. Feng was outraged that your father wouldn't tell him the location of the scroll and next thing I know, the two of them were arguing. Your father tried to hold him off the best he could but he was roughed up pretty badly."

Asuka grit her teeth to contain a snarl as she squeezed her hands into tight fists. "Where is that bastard? He had no right to come here and harm father. If these cops can't do their jobs and catch him, allow me to intervene."

"Asuka, do not be so naïve." Her mother scolded her. "Do not misunderstand me dear, you are an amazing fighter, but Feng Wei is a level ten class fighter who doesn't believe in boundaries. He won't go easy on you and will stop at nothing to kill you should you get in his way. Let the police handle this matter."

"I do not care what the risks are mother. This man came onto Kazama territory and messed with my father. It's about time he met the bull and get what's coming to him."

"You sure are a determined young lady." Lei said with a smile as he placed his pen and notepad into his back pocket. "You remind me so much of myself when I was younger."

Asuka growled angrily before turning on her heels and marching down the shrine steps to pick up her bike. Her fingers curled around the handlebars as she glared down at the ground. At least she knew the fighter's name- that gave her a small advantage. All she had to do was get online and search the local directories to find any bit of information she could on his whereabouts. Once she got her hands on him, he was going to pay.

"Your mother was right about you. You are a great fighter." A voice came from behind her. Asuka looked up and raised an eyebrow as Detective Wulong approached her, his hands folded behind his head. "You are confident in your fighting spirit and your aura is incredible. Who would have guessed that someone so young could have so much power inside of them? It's funny, you remind me so much of Jun."

"You knew my aunt?" Asuka asked, surprised to hear the late woman's name leave the man's mouth.

"Of course I knew her. Jun and I were great friends. The two of us worked together in the second Iron Fist Tournament to defeat Hehachi and Kazuya Mishima, although our intentions were very different. The two of us kept in contact for a little while after the tournament ended, but our contact with each other stopped abruptly before the third tournament. Of course now, I understand the reason why I lost contact with my friend. When I look at you Asuka, I see your aunt."

"Thanks." Asuka said with a soft smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Now Asuka, usually I would suggest that you stay out of police business and let us handle Feng Wei, but there is something about the man that is unnatural. There have been reports of attacks at several other dojos around the city in regards to the God Fist scroll and I have a feeling that Feng Wei can be linked to all of these incidents. If my theory is correct, he won't stop until he has found what he is looking for. I have been following all of his misconduct points trying to establish a pattern or a connection and I believe that Wang Jinrei's dojo will be the next attack point."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Lei held up a hand to silence the girl and she frowned. "Asuka, although I know who he plans to attack next, I know he won't be going to the shrine. Wang Jinrei is rumored to be entering the fifth Iron Fist Tournament and he will be traveling to Kyoto for the sign up date. I can only be led to believe that Feng Wei will be entering the tournament as well to confront him. I shall enter the tournament myself to track him down and put an end to this madness. I also hope to have a run-in with Mr. Kazuya Mishima."

Asuka placed her hand to her chin in thought. "Why are you telling me this Detective Wulong?"

Lei reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled flyer before passing it to Asuka. She held it in her hands and studied it intently. It was a flyer for the King of Iron Fist Tournament Five.

"I first entered the tournament at the age of twenty-four and I have been in every tournament since then for one reason or another. The competition is tough and you are bound to face your toughest opponents yet, but somehow I know that you have what it takes. You may be young, but your spirit is strong. If you really want to exact revenge on this man for what he did to your father, this would be your best bet. Well, I had better get going. My plane for Kyoto leaves in an hour."

Lei waved goodbye before making his way to his cruiser. Just as he grabbed hold of the door handle, Asuka called out to him, stopping him. Lei looked up just as she lifted her head from the flyer.

"Mind if I catch a ride?"

Lei smiled back at the girl before folding his arms on the roof of his car and nodding. "You've got ten minutes kid. Let's get going."

Attention all passengers, please fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in Kyoto in minus five minutes. The current time is twelve p.m. and the temperature is seventy-eight degrees. Please remained seated until you receive further instructions. Thank you for choosing Ibex Airlines.

Asuka stirred awake slowly as Lei nudged her side with his elbow. She stifled a yawn before stretching her arms in the air and lowering them to rest behind her head.

"Two hour flight, not bad." She said with a sigh as she allowed her eyes to slide closed.

"Glad you got a little sleep." Lei said as he closed the lid to his laptop and set it inside his case. "The turbulence kept jerking me awake. I swear, it's like Kami was determined for me to stay awake and get some work done."

"Work?" Asuka asked curiously as she looked towards the computer bag laying at his feet.

"Just because I left the police department to enter the tournament, that doesn't mean I don't have a load of paperwork to do. I managed to bust up a drug operation last week and have to file reports on the ten offenders. Then there are the few traffic violations that I handed out. Being a police officer isn't just an adrenaline rush or saving peoples' lives, you know?"

Asuka nodded as she fastened her seatbelt and looked out the window. She could see a large forest beneath her and just on the other side lied an enormous city. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, she could still see the bright lights of Kyoto from the sky. Slowly, the plane made its descent to the ground and the buildings that looked so small before grew immensely, swallowing the sky she had seen moments before. The plane landed with a gentle thud and came to a stop as the stewardess instructed all passengers to unbuckle their seatbelts and gather any carry-on items they had brought on the plane. Lei grabbed his laptop case before standing to his feet and waiting to make his way down the aisle. Asuka followed after him and the two of them made their way inside the large airport.

"Where exactly do we go now?" Asuka asked as they headed for the luggage carousel.

"Every year, the sign-up takes place at the Hotel Monterey Kyoto. The hotel is specifically reserved for the tournament fighters for the course of a month that the tournament takes place. You won't have to worry about crazy fans throwing themselves at you or spying on you during your stay. The Mishima Zaibatsu provides security guards to keep everyone out."

"So how are they going to know whether we are a competitor or a fan?" Asuka asked as they stood on the escalator and headed for the luggage terminal.

"All fighters desiring to register in the tournament are to have sent their names in two weeks prior to the tournament registration day."

"Wait a minute, I just found out about this tournament today. How am I going to be able to compete?"

"I did a little snooping around on my computer and managed to scratch one name off the list to make room for yours."

"Why detective, isn't that law-breaking?" Asuka asked with a playful smile.

Lei gasped, pretending to be hurt before laughing. The two of them grabbed their things from the carousel before heading for a payphone in the lobby. After calling up a cab, the two of them sat on a park bench just outside the airport to wait.

"You know something?" Asuka asked, and Lei turned to look at her. "When I first decided to come along with you, it was mainly to defeat Feng Wei and exact revenge for my father's defeat- but after having a little bit of time to contemplate everything that I'm about to do, I am actually excited about the tournament in general. It's been a while since I've had a decent challenge. I managed to rough up every gang banger and crook back home and was in need of a little entertainment."

Lei raised an eyebrow. "You sure are energetic for being so young."

Asuka rolled her eyes as she placed her chin in the palm of her hands. "I'm eighteen detective, I'm not that young- and actually, I will be turning nineteen next week. I'm not as young and immature as you think. I just have a passion for fighting, what's so wrong with that?"

"For someone who was trained in Kazama-style martial arts, I would expect you to be more calm and kind-spirited."

"What, like my aunt?" Asuka said as her eyebrows narrowed. "I know that she was an impeccable fighter with great spirituality, but she and I are in no way the same detective. Her purpose was to help those around her spiritually. My purpose is to physically be a stronghold for those in need of my help. We had different motives in the world."

Deciding not to press the matter further, Lei crossed his arms over his chest and waited patiently for their cab to arrive. Five minutes into their wait, a slow drizzle began to form, filling the air with a light mist. Asuka shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to keep warm. She had left with Lei in such a hurry that she hadn't even changed out of her school uniform. She had goose bumps standing up on her legs and the wind kept blowing her skirt up. She had to keep pressing it down with her hands, hoping that no one could see her current predicament. If Detective Wulong had noticed, he wasn't saying anything.

The cab pulled up ten minutes later and parked on the curb. The two of them grabbed their things before heading to place their things in the trunk. They then climbed inside and smiled at the cab driver. Lei handed the man a twenty before giving the man the address to the hotel. He then leaned back, shot a smile at Asuka, and looked ahead.

Kyoto was a very beautiful city and Asuka couldn't help but to be mesmerized by it as they drove through the rain-covered streets. The buildings were large with glass windows that looked like blue-coated mirrors as they sped past. The lights were mesmerizing and colorful, filling the streets with beautiful hues of orange and yellow. After fifteen minutes of driving, the cab driver pulled onto a curb and looked at Lei through the rearview mirror.

"Here you are sir, Hotel Monterey Kyoto. You two must be entering the Tekken Tournament."

"Right you are." Lei said as he patted the man on the shoulder and opened his door. Asuka followed suit and got out on her side before walking around to the trunk.

"Well then sir, I wish you and your daughter the best of luck." The cab driver said with a tip of his hat.

"Oh, she's not my daughter."

"He most certainly is not my father."

The cab driver raised an eyebrow, but his look softened as he apologized for the mistake. Asuka slammed the trunk shut and pulled the handle of her bag out before walking up the front walk. Lei followed after her.

There were four guards of the Mishima Zaibatsu posted at the door, their weapons drawn as they stood guarding the door defensively. Lei smiled at the four men.

"Good afternoon. I am Lei Wulong and this here is Asuka Kazama. The two of us are here to register for the tournament."

One of the guards pulled out a touch-screen phone, his fingers gliding across the screen as he began to search for the guest list that had been sent to him earlier that day. His eyes came across Asuka's name first and Lei's wasn't too far behind hers.

"Can I see some form of identification please?" he asked them.

Lei nodded before pulling out his police badge and his driver's license. Asuka then pulled out her driver's license and the two of them showed them to the guards.

"Alright then, you two are good to go. The hotel staff will give you further instructions when you get inside."

"Thank you kind sir." Lei said before motioning for Asuka to follow him. The guards stepped aside and the two fighters made their way through the sliding doors of the hotel. Asuka's face lit up as she looked around the large, extravagant lobby. Up ahead was the check-in desk where a large monitor could be seen with the words "Fight Roster" displayed at the top. There were thirty numbered lines below the title and no names had been filled in yet.

"So how do we know when and who we are going to be fighting?" Asuka wondered aloud as they neared the check-in desk.

"After all registered fighters arrive, the matches are set up randomly." Lei explains. "I am unsure of whether or not the rules will be changing this year, being that the host of this Iron Fist Tournament is unknown to the public. In the past, either Hehachi Mishima or his son Kazuya Mishima have been the calling hosts of the tournament- but Hehachi is dead and Kazuya is rumored to have no idea who called this tournament to be either. I didn't want to say anything to you before, but I have a very unsettling feeling in my gut about this tournament. The fourth tournament ended just six months ago and now, this fifth tournament is taking place. I don't understand why it is happening so suddenly, but I guess we shall find out."

Asuka said nothing more as they approached the front desk. A Japanese woman with beautiful raven hair in a crop-cut smiled at the two of them before placing two manila envelopes on the countertop with their names on them.

"I am so pleased to have learned that you have arrived. I hope that your trip here was safe and I hope that you will enjoy your stay here at the Hotel Monterey Kyoto. My name is Amaya and I am the manager here at the hotel. I have been put in charge of you and the other guests during your stay here for the duration of the tournament. I promise you that your stay here will be most enjoyable. Each fighter has their own private suite on the top floor. Each suite includes a king sized mattress, Jacuzzi bathtub and walk-in shower, a living area, and a small kitchen. Since you all will be staying here for approximately a month, we want to ensure that your stay here will be the most comfortable. You will have the room to yourself, no roommates allowed at the risk of cheating and scheming during the tournament. The hotel does have a pool and a sauna for your enjoyment and there is also a training room complete with a gym and a sparring room. There are two bars on the ground level of the hotel and there are several attractions on this main strip of town where I am sure you can pass the time."

Amaya handed Asuka and Lei their folders and smiled. "Each folder contains your profile as it will be listed on the roster during the tournament. Should you want anything changed at any time, do not hesitate to let me know and I will have the errors corrected. Also, the folders contain your room keys and special pass keys to get back into the hotel after hours and to access all recreational areas in the hotel. There is also contact information should you need to get a hold of any staff members during your stay. Any questions?"

Asuka nodded. "When will our first matches be posted to the roster monitor?"

"It appears that you two are the last competitors to have arrived. Kazuya Mishima is choosing to stay at a private villa during the tournament and therefore does not need to be accounted for. There will be an announcement for all fighters to report back here once the roster has been sent to us. I will see you then."

Lei smiled at the woman who in turn blushed before busying herself with her work once more. Asuka rolled her eyes at the two of them before opening her folder and pulling out her room key.

"It looks like I am staying in room eight-o-seven." She said as she held the keycard in her hand.

Lei pulled his out and smiled. "I have room eight-twenty. At least we'll know where the other is should we need anything."

"Lei Wulong, is that you?" a voice came from ahead. Asuka and Lei looked up just in time to see Marshall Law walking towards them wearing baggy gray sweats with a matching sweat jacket. Lei's face lit up at the sight of his friend and he walked over to give him a hug, leaving Asuka standing in the middle of the lobby awkwardly.

"Aren't you getting a little too old for these tournaments my friend?" Lei asked with a laugh.

Law punched his arm playfully before smirking. "Hey now, I am only forty-eight. You seem to forget you are only a year younger than I am. So if I'm old, so are you."

"I didn't expect to see you back here at the tournament." Lei said as he folded his arms over his chest. "After the last tournament when your restaurant fell through, I figured you were going to try and get it up and running again?"

Law waved the idea off as though it were nothing. "Didn't I tell you? I lost my restaurant title after roughing up a rude customer. I'm running a dojo now and closed it temporarily in my absence. Forest was involved in a serious accident on Paul's motorcycle and now, I have to pay Paul to cover the damage done to his bike and I need money to cover Forest's hospital bills."

"So…prize money?" Lei asked with a smile.

Law nodded with a laugh before looking over his friend's shoulder towards Asuka. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Asuka Kazama." Lei said as he stepped aside and motioned for Asuka to come closer. "Believe it or not, she is Jun Kazama's niece."

Law's face seemed surprised at the news. "Well, may I say it is an honor to be meeting another fighter of the Kazama clan? I do hope that you are as skilled of an opponent as she was. I feel very lucky to have known her while she was alive."

Asuka smiled at him before motioning towards the elevator. "I'm going to head up to my room while the two of you finish catching up. I guess I'll see you when the roster is posted."

"Right, see you then." Lei said with a wave.

Asuka stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor before leaning against the back wall and sighing. She figured calling her mom to apologize was at the top of her priority list. After all, she had left in such a hurry in spite of her mother's protests and knew she was probably going to be grounded until graduation if she didn't call and explain herself. Reaching into the collar of her shirt to pull her phone out of her bra, she began to scroll down the screen in search of her mother's number. The elevator dinged and she reached a hand out for the handle of her bag before heading out of the elevator, her eyes never leaving her contact list. Just as she had found her mother's number, she slammed into someone and fell onto her bottom dropping her suitcase and her phone while the other person spit out a slew of curses.

"What the hell, can you watch where you're going you idiot?"

Asuka growled angrily and looked up, prepared to give the person a piece of her mind, but she stopped herself as she took in the sight of the man before her. He was dressed in tight fighting cargo pants with belt buckles wrapped up the pants legs and he was wearing a fitted tank top with orange on the sides, a dark green in its middle that matched the shade of his pants. He had spiked red hair that was thrown back with a pair of goggles holding it in place. The man was gorgeous.

"What the hell are you gawking at?" he snapped as he stood to his feet and brushed himself off. He spotted his spilled cup of coffee lying on the floor on top of a giant stain and his frown deepened. He resumed his yelling again, snapping Asuka out of her trance and she stood to her feet abruptly and balled her fists at her side.

"What the hell asshole, I'm not deaf, you don't have to scream. I wasn't paying attention, I got that much, but do you have to yell like a fucking drill sergeant? For heaven's sake, it was a cup of coffee that I can assume was free and you didn't get a drip on you. Is it seriously going to kill you if you have to turn back around and make another one? Get over yourself!"

The man grit his teeth prepared to give her an earful, but Asuka proceeded to gather her things and make her way down the hall.

"I'm going to go and unpack now. If you want to continue standing there throwing a temper tantrum, go right ahead. I'm not going to stop you."

Asuka could hear the man blow air through his nose and she smiled victoriously as she continued the walk to her room.

"Well, you sure managed to piss him off." A voice came from behind her as she stopped at her door. Asuka looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of a beautiful, brown skinned girl standing in front of her wearing a tight, blue halter top that seemed to put heavy emphasis on her chest. The woman's hair was a beautiful golden brown that was pulled up into a high ponytail to show off her flawless skin and beautiful smile. Asuka was uncomfortable to say the least.

"He's just mad because I ran into him and spilled his coffee." She said as she unlocked her room and made her way inside. "He'll get over it."

"I don't know." The woman said with a small laugh as she leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to enter without Asuka's permission. "Hwoarang really knows how to hold a grudge. His grudges are what keeps him coming back year after year for these tournaments."

Asuka nodded as she looked around the large room. It certainly was exquisite and had the tournament officials not been paying for it, she would refuse to stay. She set her suitcase on the bed and began removing her clothing and setting it out in neat little piles.

"I'm Christie Monteiro by the way." The woman spoke as she shifted her position against the door from and waved. "What's your name?"

"Asuka Kazama."

Christie's eyes widened. "Wait a minute…are you in any way related to Jin Kazama?"

Asuka nodded her head. "I don't remember too much about him. The last I saw Jin, we were little kids at a family reunion. His mother was my aunt and they lived in a secluded forest hours away from where I lived. We rarely got to see them, so I wouldn't doubt it if he has forgotten who I am."

Christie grew awkwardly quiet, biting her bottom lip as she looked away from Asuka and focused instead on a painting of a lake just on the inside of the room. Asuka huffed before zipping her bag shut and tossing it carelessly to the floor.

"Just because Jin and I share the same last name, that doesn't mean we are the same person Christie. God, is everyone I meet going to judge me just because of the last name I carry?"

"Wait a minute Asuka, I didn't mean to upset you." Christie said as she stepped inside the room, the door swinging shut behind her. "You are right, I shouldn't judge you just because of your last name. If anything, I should be flattered to be meeting someone carrying the Kazama name. In spite of what I have heard about Jin…I know that his family possesses great fighting power. Who knows, maybe we'll wind up facing each other during the tournament?"

Asuka managed to smile, her anger fading away quickly. "Yeah, that definitely sounds like a great idea. I saw your fight on television a few months back during the fourth tournament. Your fighting style is…different. Almost like a dance."

Christie nodded as she took a seat at the foot of the bed to watch Asuka put her clothes away in the provided dresser.

"It's called Capoeira. I managed to learn and master the unique fighting style in just two years. I had a very good teacher."

Asuka finished placing the last of her clothes into her dresser while the two of them continued to gab about random things- their home countries, their favorite fighting moves, their expectations for the tournament. Just as Asuka closed her dresser drawer, a strange beeping noise could be heard out in the hallway. The girls exchanged a glance before heading out into the hall. Several other fighters were emerging just as they had in order to locate the source of the annoying sound.

Attention all Tekken fighters, the roster for the King of Iron Fist Tournament Five has just been posted in the lobby. Please report downstairs immediately to view your placement matches and await further instruction.

Christie smiled excitedly before grabbing Asuka's hand and tugging her down the hall towards the staircase, too eager to wait for the elevator. The two of them flew through the door of the first floor and skidded to a stop just in front of the counter to check their assignment for tomorrow's placement match.

Asuka read over the names carefully, unsure of who any of the other opponents other than Christie, Hwoarang, Law, and Lei were. She smiled at the sight of Lei going up against Law in the placement match tomorrow. Christie was scheduled to fight against someone known as Raven. Asuka continued to read over the list in search of her name and raised an eyebrow when she noticed that her match was to be the second match of the day against someone named Yoshimitsu.

"Yoshimitsu…what an odd name." Asuka said with a strange look on her face.

Christie gasped. "You have to fight Yoshimitsu in your placement battle? Talk about unfair. The guy is the only fighter who uses a weapon when he fights. He has this special sword that he uses to attack during battle. I was able to defeat him during the fourth tournament thanks to my significant ability to dodge attacks from a low angle."

"I'm not scared." Asuka declared triumphantly as she pumped a fist into the air. "I can handle anything and anyone who crosses my path no sweat."

Asuka turned abruptly, prepared to head back to her room, only to come face to face with Hwoarang. He had an arrogant smirk on his face as he stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You can handle anyone huh?" he asked. "Are you sure about that? This tournament isn't an alley fight. You are standing here amongst some of the greatest warriors from around the world. You should get out while you're ahead."

Asuka grit her teeth as she tried to contain her temper. "Who the hell do you think you are you arrogant prick?"

"I'm the guy whose coffee you knocked over earlier today." He replied before adjusting the goggles on his head.

"That's not what I meant dipshit. Just who the hell do you think you are? Do you honestly think I don't have what it takes to make it through this tournament? For your information, I can handle anything and anyone that comes my way. I have what it takes to win this tournament and I'm not going to let a self-righteous, egotistical son of a bitch deter me from my goals- do you got that?"

Hwoarang's smirk remained on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest and approached her. He was only five inches taller than her but it still seemed as though he towered over her- but that didn't deter her one bit.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he asked.

Asuka gritted her teeth and balled up her fists before pointing a warning finger in his face. "I am going to exact my revenge on Feng Wei for attacking my father and once I have defeated him, I'm coming after your sorry ass. You watch yourself."

Hwoarang watched as a fuming Asuka stormed away from him back towards her room while Christie walked to stand beside him.

"Well, you certainly managed to get her worked up." She said with a sigh. "But honestly Hwoarang, why bother picking a fight with her? I mean, you barely know the girl."

"What, and you do?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he spared her a glance out the corner of his eye.

"We just met today, but I can already tell she has great fighting spirit and power beyond belief. She's a Kazama you know?"

Hwoarang turned to her with a look of surprise on his face. "What do you mean she's a Kazama? Is she related to that asshole Jin?"

Christie nodded as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, they're cousins- although she's pretty certain Jin doesn't remember her since they were merely children last time they saw or spoke to one another."

"Interesting…"

"All that aside, I wish you the best of luck in your placement match tomorrow. Maybe we'll get to go up against one another this time around."

"Most definitely." Hwoarang said as Christie headed off in the direction Asuka took off in earlier. He watched her intently as she disappeared from his sights before turning around to view the board once more. His eyes moved over the board, skimming briefly over his scheduled match with Ganryu before stopping to rest on Asuka and Yoshimitsu's match.

"Hmm…looks like her match is after mine tomorrow. I guess I can sneak on over to the waterfall and see what this chick is made of. Should be an interesting match."

A/N: And so ends the very first chapter. I really hope you guys are intrigued enough to continue reading. Please leave me a review to let me know what you thought of the chapter and I will see you at the next update.

-KairiAngel13