Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Canto ❯ Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

"I'll get it!" announced Michelle as the doorbell rang in the middle of dinner, and her grandparents both chuckled at the girl as she jetted over to the door.

Gabby called to her sister, "I bet it's your man!"

"Whatever!" the older Chang sister yelled back over her shoulder before recomposing herself and opening the door. Her smile widened and her eyes brightened when she saw who it was.

"Hey, you!" she grinned at Lee, who was also smiling at the girl. The bruise on his face had nearly completely faded away. He was dressed in a oversized white sweatshirt and light blue jeans. And despite that he was out enjoying the evening, he wasn't wearing a hat over his silver hair. In his hand, he held Michelle's raincoat.

"You forgot something," he chuckled as he handed her the coat. She chuckled, having forgotten about her discarded coat quite some time ago.

"Wait, I have something for you." Lee nodded at the girl, and she turned and hurried back into the house. Helen lifted a brow as she noticed her daughter dash down the hall to her room, then dash back out to the front door.

When she reached the door, she held up her hand, the pendant dangling between her thumb and forefinger.

"That's my mother's..." Lee gasped.

"I know, and I'm sorry. My dad, he took it a long time ago." With her free hand, Michelle opened up Lee's palm, "I thought you should have it back."

He chuckled a bit as the girl dropped the necklace in his hand.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he laughed. "In fact..." He held up the pendant and undid the clasp. The older boy then leaned over and fastened the necklace around the girl's neck. Michelle blinked at the boy when he pulled back. His response was another smile. She then nodded him to thank him, then looked back at her family, who was all still dining and conversing loudly and laughing.

"Hey..." Michelle started, "You wanna come in for dinner?"

"I couldn't..."

Michelle lifted a brow, "Come on. My mom's the best cook in Dreyfus." She grinned again when she noticed that Lee was cracking another smile, and she grabbed his hands.

"Alright," he said in a mock sigh as the younger girl pulled him inside, "You talked me into it."

Gabby let out a little squeal when Michelle and Lee entered the dining room together, delighted that she was right.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Wulong, I'm sure." Jun looked around one last time at her apartment. Her suitcases were at her feet, and she sighed as she picked them up again and joined Lei at the door. He chuckled a bit as he took a couple of the heavier bags for her and led the way out. Jun shut the door behind her, the best she could with luggage in both hands.

As she walked away, she looked back at the door and frowned.

Heihachi Mishima had disappeared two weeks ago, and she and Lei had been called back to New York. Bryan had told them a few nights ago that the FBI wasn't going to pursue the case at all, leaving it in the hands of the Dreyfus PD.

"Most likely, one of his enemies finally finished him off," the fed shrugged.

She still had a terrible feeling about the whole ordeal, much like she did before she had came back to Dreyfus, and she and Lei made their way slowly to the elevator, then got on after waiting a bit for it. They were both silent as it descended to the lobby, and neither made eye contact on and off the elevator. Jun made her way hastily to the front desk and left the key there with her super as Lei waited by the front door.

As Jun walked away, the woman at the desk called to her, "I'm glad you're finally moving in with your boyfriend. You two are so adorable."

Lei began cackling at that comment. Jun, however, cringed and glared at her partner for his response. He just smiled and held the door opened for her.

The morning traffic was heavy, and Lei inched the best he could in the mass of cars that congested the streets.

As he drove, Lei chuckled, "I'm kinda sad it's over."

"Why?" Jun sighed, rolling her eyes as she slumped back in her seat.

"A couple of reasons." He glanced over at Jun and smiled sadly at her. The car stopped at a red light. He looked back at the road and waited for the light to change; there was a long line of cars ahead of them and on either side of the little rental car. Jun straightened up after Lei said that, and frowned at him.

"Hey, Wulong," she said.

Lei turned his head, "Hm?" He was met with a kiss. When Jun pulled back, Lei had a confused look on his face.

Jun smirked and turned back in her seat, "Light's green."

Lei lifted a brow and turned back, "Um, thanks."

The bedroom was completely emptied now; all the medical equipment had been thrown out without a second thought, and the sheets and pillows that had been on the bed, washed and put away with all the other linens. Paul turned off the vacuum, though his whistling was still going. He had a red bandana over his head, and aside from that, he was wearing nothing more than a pair of blue jeans. He glanced over at Anna, who was cleaning windows the best she could with her left arm; her right was in a sling. Like Paul, she wore a pair of jeans, and she had a white tank top on.

"It's nice having you around again," she said when Paul finally stopped whistling. He smiled and shrugged, then proceeded to wrap the vacuum's cord back in place.

"Eh," he started, "it's nice to be wanted again." He looked up and grinned at the girl. "How's the arm feeling?"

"Much better, thank you." The two turned their heads as the door opened and revealed Nina. The cut on her forehead was nearly healed now, and she was clad in black t-shirt and a pair of black capris. She held a stack of linens that she was bringing to put in the closet.

She was frowning, "Anna, Kazuya's on the phone."

"Oh! Okay," the younger girl set her spray bottle and rag on the naked bed and trotted out of the room. Nina's eyes icily followed the girl as she went by her, and when Anna had went back into her room, the blonde rolled her eyes at Paul, who clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shrugged.

"You can't worry about her, Nina," he warned. "She's a woman now. Has been for awhile."

"I know," she replied as she opened the closet and nearly threw the sheets in there. "It's just--" she slammed the doors shut, "--Fucking Mishima."

"I know," Paul answered as he cringed. "It bothers me just as much. But, what can you do?"

Down the hall, Anna sat on her bed, phone to her ear as she talked.

". . .No, I understand. Your father hasn't turned up, you have to keep everything running, just don't overdo it while you're in Chicago." She pulled her legs up onto the bed and crossed them, as to make herself more comfortable. "So, I guess then, if I don't see you...Goodbye."

"This isn't really a goodbye," he laughed. "Anna, I..."

"Um hm?" she asked as she pulled opened the top drawer to her nightstand. She stared down at the dagger that laid by itself in there, another one of Richard's weapons. It still had blood on it from the last time it had been used, just a short few weeks ago. She closed the drawer, and glanced over at the door as she waited for Kazuya to continue.

"Come with me."

She chuckled a bit, "You'll have to justify me leaving, love."

"Protection," he said.

"Deal."