Thread: The Queen of Iron Fist Tournament (iridium248)

Bishamon Island, the personal, private retreat of Heihachi Mishima, was the closest thing to an earthly paradise- A beautiful gem of an island, with the golden sweep of a natural beach and the emerald waves of the forest...A eclipsed by his personal mansion looming tall and stately above it all, like a victorious fist thrust towards the heavens... -It was, to put it simply, impressive. On this day of days, the low drone of helicopters sliced through the serene tranquility of the island- The anoymous wasps darting through the clear, cloudless skies, each with a very specific destination...And a very specific cargo... Two left jabs short and fast, and then high right round snap-kick. Swing the body low to avoid the first two and slam forearms into the thigh of the kicking legs. Counter with a right back fist and an uppercut with the left. Take the impact on the left forearm, tighten up the body and spin with the force of the punch. Drop down and keep spinning, sweep the right leg out to the calves of the opponent... -Or not. With a flare of blue, along with a brief, flailing moment of confusion, Asuka Kazuma yelped as she toppled, squarely on her nicely rounded behind with a low thud . O-w-w-w... she muttered, straightening- One gloved hand rubbing at the bruised portion of her anatomy, a long sigh rasping in her throat... It wasn't any use. She still couldn't concentrate. She'd been thoroughly surprised to receive the invitation, two full months ago- Long enough to murmur Queen of the Iron Fist? before Xiaoyu was on the phone, wondering whether this was some kind of joke. It'd taken a while, but they'd agreed that the leader of the Mishima Zaibatsu, founder of the Tekken Force, and one of- if not the- greatest warrior in the world, probably didn't have much of a sense of humor. The fact that he was supposed to be dead didn't seem to have slowed him down at all. Asuka rose to her feet in a single smooth motion, the fluffy whiteness of her towel hooked around one slim, toned arm- She ran her fingers through her lustrous brown hair, momentarily lost in thought...Her eyes going again, for the umpteenth time, to the box she'd placed on the cool sheets of the bed, the slightest glimpse of gems and crimson winking oh-so-innocently in the lights... She still wasn't quite sure that this- All this- wasn't some elaborate prank. Those full lips quirked in a smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as Asuka held the oh-so- scandalous crimson teddy in one hand, tossing it lightly...Her face coloring, ever-so-slightly, at the thought of wearing it- Before a low, long chuckle parted her lips! Well now, Asuka murmured, almost to herself- Stealing a quick glance at the slow pendulum of the clock. It'd been some kind of mistake- Probably meant for one of the other contestants- but that didn't mean she couldn't...play along, for now, at least... It was justtttt the slightest bit embarrassing, but she'd nursed an absolute crush on her grandad when she was just a little girl...He'd been so handsome then, though it'd absolutely infuriated her dad- But then again, most things infuriated him. Why should this be any different? Besides, if this was really Heihachi, it'd be chance for him to see how she'd...grown... -And Asuka flushed again, ever-so-slightly, banishing that decidedly odd thought with a brisk shake of her head! With a flick of her wrist, she whisked the garment after her- The bleating of water on the shower's tiles, and the rush of hot steam punctuating her decision...