Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman. Somebody should have told all of the hired help at the airport that. All of the flight delays, airport traffic, bastard employees who couldn't understand her accent fueled the fire entity known as Ling, which in turn would give everyone hell for the next 6 hours. But not without some perks, of course. If anyone knew how to get a free ride in the corporate world, it was Ling and that was what she has precisely achieved. Of course, it helped that her newly changed flight was canceled and she was waiting on standby. But with a little diplomacy, such as willingly giving up her spot to others who waiting on standby, complaining every time when the next flight was due in, and "being forced" to watch three flights leave without her on it. The little sneak managed to get the departure part of her flight reimbursed, which meant she got to fly first class free of cost. The mischievous bunny calculated that she may have lost half a day in arriving Tokyo sooner, but she was making good time considering she was going to Korea then Japan. So, when the attendants announced boarding time, the perky girl skipped her way happily to the airplane. She took no hesitation in plopping down in her extra size comfy window seat and whipped out her cell phone, hoping to get a hold of Hwoarang before take off. Unfortunately, the girl didn't get a ring, it just went straight to voicemail... Steve Fox's voicemail.
"Oh, you hermit bastard!" she cried out in frustration, she was about to turn into a sour mood again. She let a grunted growl before tossing her phone back into her backpack and tried to prepare herself for a four hour flight. The restless girl glanced out her window, plotting her next move in Japan. Knowing Hwoarang, he probably shacked back up at his bachelor pad or he was getting himself into trou- But before the conniving nymph could finish her thoughts, she was interrupted.
"Well, we met at last, Miss Xiaoyu." A mysterious voice commented. Ling raised an eyebrow and quickly whipped around to see who caught her off guard.
Instant drool fest. What was standing before Ling was a stunning and glamourously dressed silver hair beauty. He wore sleek, black leather pants that clasped tightly over his firm muscular legs, leaving-ahem- nothing to the imagination. His long sleeve blouse sparkled like sapphires and only a button or two were fastened, which exposed his smooth creamy chest. Stone grey eyes peered through the silky strands of smoky hair at the salivating girl, who was at a loss for words.
"Ah, da-ma, huh, duuhhh..." the girl managed to mutter while still staring at the man's bare chest. The dumbfounded girl shook her head quickly, snapping back to reality.
"Focus, focus, focus!" She said, coughing herself straight, "Sorry, and you are?"
"My name is Lee Chaolan," The grey beauty replied, leaning his forearm on the top of the chair, now revealing some of his smooth stomach, "You know my nephew, Jin Kazama." Ling's jaw dropped to the floor.
Oh, my God! Hotness runs in Jin's family, the school girl squealed to herself. A mental image of a list popped inside her head as she daydreamed.
Sexiest Bishounen Bitches
Tied 1st & 2nd Place: Hwoarang & Jin Kazama
Not so far behind 3rd Place: Lee Chaolan
"So, wait a minute. How do you know me?" Ling realized, "Jinny-sama never said a word about you."
"Probably because we only met a few years ago, shortly before the Third Tekken Tournament." The suave man answered as he slipped gracefully into his aisle seat, "Heihachi Mishima placed Jin Kazama in my care after learning about his love affairs." The girl's infatuation disappeared in a nanosecond at the mention of Heihachi.
"SO, YOU WERE IN LEAGUE WITH THAT HEIHACHI BASTARD!?!?" The bipolar girl roared, yanking the pretty's boy shirt into her hands.
"Jin was merely placed under my supervision, I had nothing to do with Mishima's obsessions!" The man squeaked at the sudden tightening of his shirt. The girl eyed the man suspiciously with scrutiny before deeming him harmless and relinquished her hold on him.
"The poor boy," the attractive man continued as he straightened his blouse, "He was completed devastated when he broke off his relations with you and Hwoarang. So, he asked me to keep an eye on you two." Ling raised an eyebrow at that statement and leered her eyes at him while facing forward.
"You mean you were stalking us?" She asked, keeping her suspecting eyes fixed the gentleman.
"I guess you could say that. He did request for pictures." The man admitted, glaring back at her with a slight smile. The girl gape in shock at the comment, she didn't expect him to expose himself so comfortably.
"And where do you get your pictures?" Ling nearly commanded.
"I have my ways." He replied calmly, relaxing his elbow on his armrest with his chin in his hand. The girl irked a growl and promptly placed her hands on her hands.
"What KIND of pictures did you take?" The upstart demanded, growing impatient.
"Well, I do have a nice flattering photo collection of you." He admitted, contemplating the images in his mind.
"You really are cute, clothed or not." He added, glancing in her direction with a coy smile. Ling gritted her teeth at that comment as she began to blush and quickly turned away from him. Mixed emotions swirled around in her, she didn't know if she should be pissed, embarrassed, or even feel flattered. The perplexed girl folded her arms across her chest, frowning as she wondered how he could have obtained those pictures. Then a thought came across her mind that disturbed her.
"Did Jin see them...?" She asked, still looking away from sly man.
"I may be a pervert, but I am not a bastard." The man answered, "Your secret was and is safe with me." Ling sighed with relief, but it gave little comfort. She remained quiet as she tried to forget the promise she made to Jin long ago... and the secrets she kept from him as well.
"Are you going to the Tekken Tournament?" She inquired while twirling her necklace around her finger, still glancing out the window toward Japan.
"Technically, I am not participating, but I am attending. Why do you ask?" The gentleman responded. Ling let out another disheartened sigh and turned her attention to her lap, where her hands had clasped together.
"I was just wondering if you knew Jinny-sama signed up yet." She said in a reserved voice, shuffling her feet.
"Sign up? Oh, dear... You haven't heard..." Lee remarked with a sad tone. Ling's attention fixated on Lee the moment she heard his change of tone, wondering if she even dared to push the subject further.
"H-Heard what?" She asked, trying to keep her voice still
"I guess there was no way for you to know..." the man let out a heavy sigh, wishing he never mentioned the situation. He inched closer to the troubled girl, so close he breathed on her tender shoulder. He looked straight in her shaky brown eyes and whispered in a soft voice, "Heihachi murdered Jin in cold blood after he defeated Ogre." Ling's entire went rigid, her eyes widen as the sparkle faded from them and her breath came to a still. The sober of a man pulled away, slumping into his cold seat. He glanced over to the silent girl and saw she was still frozen in time. Then the gentleman slipped his hand over her knee and squeezed it gently.