Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 13.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 13.

To YOU, the reader; this is the final part of my Tekken MZ fan fiction, please enjoy it to the fullest and even comment on what you think of it and the whole series in general; and as always thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

TEKKEN: MISHIMA ZAIBATSU — PART 13

PRT 13 Asuka Gold Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 13.

Asuka stood before young Heihachi in her glossy, golden, vinyl bodysuit that was inlayed with white leather; on the back was a large free form, white and black flying bird. She looked up at her much larger opponent; he was going to be worse than any of …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 12.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 12.

A dull bell rang out in the background of the battered shrine in which the real battle was going to take place. There were no fans cheering, there were no reporters present. The shrine was abandoned and dilapidated with a large bell only—the one ringing it was unseen in the guise of darkness.

Asuka wore her Kimono again—the Sakura branch was wrapped tightly with a braiding of red and white ribbon from the crack that Jun had put in the wood. Asuka stood next to her aunt who wore almost a reverse of her outfit that she wore against Asuka; the …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 11.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 11.

Asuka wore a black kimono with a white spider web pattern off of her right shoulder exposing her entire right arm which was adorned with a continuous golden tribal tattoo—now exposed to all; she would show part of the Angel to her opponents and the world—she couldn’t hide it anymore even if she wanted to. Asuka’s outfit was quite complicated with a wrapping around her breasts that crisscrossed at her neck to keep it in place; she also had a pair of thin, blue leather collars around her neck. The dropped sleeve of her kimono was held in place and covering …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 10.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 10.

The note left attached to her door was one that she couldn’t turn down, was it Miharu looking to get her ass kicked again…? No, that would be too simple, the writing was older and this was a challenge to a duel; Asuka was intelligent enough to know that there would only be two people left who would try to stop her fight with Ling and that was Wang Jinrei and Jin. Jin wouldn’t challenge her; he was part of the final rounds. So it had to be Ling’s grandfather Jinrei. Asuka had lost to Wang before–that would be unacceptable this …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 9.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 9.

The location was not good for starters Asuka thought as she arrived at a dark shrine that was lit just barely with torches. The second issue was who she was going to fight in order to advance. The fights against Phoenix and Christie were fun; the kind she liked where her life wasn’t on the line, this would be different.

Asuka wore her bluish-silver leather bodysuit that matched the others; her halter was blue—she looked over to her opponent who was softly singing a Russian folk song…or was it a battle tune?

PRT 9 Asuka Silver Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 9.

Asuka’s English was pretty broken, so learning Russian on …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 8.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 8.

Asuka wore the exact outfit that she wore against Phoenix; the only difference was the fact that it was blue with black instead of black with red. She was making haste towards the battleground which was in the middle of a carnival—a very weird place, but possibly fitting.

PRT 8 Asuka Open Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 8.

In her right hand she held her phone and she was talking to Lili; and as she reached the grounds that were full of kids with their parents and what appeared to be a circus, she raised her voice and tapped the rocker button on the phone to raise the volume.

People were …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 7.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 7.

A long white limo sat parked in front of the hotel and the driver was finishing loading Lili’s bags for her in the large trunk. Asuka looked at Emilie and said, “Are you going to be okay?”

“I should be asking you that question Asuka. I’m sorry to have to leave you so suddenly, this wasn’t supposed to happen,” Lili replied.

“Emilie, I love you, don’t forget about me okay?” Asuka said sadly. She stood in front of the taller Lili and looked up at her with her eyes sparkling with tears.

Lili gently held Asuka’s chin, and touched the tip …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 5.

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 5.

WARNING, RATED X MATERIAL, READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

There was a knock on her door and Lili, dressed in just a silk robe with a beautiful pattern answered it. Asuka stood outside wearing a white Baseball Jersey that was mostly buttoned, but tied at her lower stomach. Across the chest in gold embroidery was “Mishima Academy” and on the left short sleeve was the same crest that was on her uniform’s sweater. On the right sleeve was the number 5 and on her back in the center was the number 5 with “Kazama” above it. Asuka also wore short pink vinyl shorts …

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Jun Kazama: Playarts Toy Review!

Jun Kazama: Playarts Toy Review!

From Tekken Tag Tournament 2 is an awesome action figure of Jun Kazama. Jun hasn’t been in a Tekken game since part 2—she now returns as a fully articulated and finely detailed figure that could double as a statue.

Jun K 1 Jun Kazama: Playarts Toy Review!

Packaged in an amazing window box with an opening flap and even foil text; don’t be fooled, the image of Jun is actually the figure.

Jun K 2 Jun Kazama: Playarts Toy Review!

The back of the box has another image of Jun and even shows Kazuya Mishima as being another of the figures available from the series. The writing is mostly in Japanese because that is where the figure …

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Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 2

Tekken MZ Fan Fiction: Part 2

Official Namco art of Lili.

Asuka began preparing for her battle with Lili, this was one fight she wanted to settle for good; they were always at each others throats—starting with a word battle and then fisticuffs.

Asuka stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room that was in a trailer parked on a beach on the shores of Japan, she wore a sleeveless, black halter top with a V-neck; and cuffed shorts with the rest of the zippered bodysuit hanging around her hips. The bodysuit was glossy pink vinyl with black faux leather to form it to her …

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