The Forbidden and Possessive Love

Sweat was dripping from Steve’s face and body when he returned to the hotel. He stood outside facing the street, observing all his surroundings. The morning rush hour had come and gone so the streets weren’t as busy as if was earlier in the morning. Steve had a drink of his water and laughed to himself.

He turned around to walk back into the hotel and hit someone head first.
”Oh shit mate… sorry” Steve said in his British accent. The stranger stood rubbing his head. Steve froze. Before the stranger looked up, Steve knew whom it was, the silver hair being the prime indication.
”No no, it’s all right…needed a wake up call anyway” Lee muttered, looking up at his bully. He met Steve’s glance and their eyes met. Steve shivered, as he looked the silver beauty up and down.

”I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” questioned Lee. “You look very familiar”
Steve blushed and found himself speechless. The strangers voice was expressed with such delicacy. He pronounced his words with little difficulty even though it was obvious he was of Japanese decent. His eyes were smoky and where in contrast with his overall pale complexion. His lips were thin and pulsating a rich red. Steve had never witnessed such loveliness in his life. All the girls Steve had bedded couldn’t be compared to the smooth enriched skin of this stranger. Steve went weak at the knees as he breathed in sharply.
The Japanese man raised an eyebrow and laughed.
“You’re a mute right…?” Lee teased, while staring into the British man’s eyes.
Those eyes did look familiar.

“Hang on… you’re Steve Fox right? Questioned Lee, wondering if he was going to receive a reply.
Steve’s mind was racing. “How did he know my name?” Steve had thought. Steve began to look down at his shoes. Lee reached out his hand and guided Steve’s face to meet his look. Steve blushed again and decided that if he didn’t want to make more of an idiot out of himself, he should answer.
“Yeah mate, Steve’s the name. I don’t know yours though. I know I probably should as we have fought each other and most of the other fighters know everyone but I haven’t had the chance to, so I’m really sor…”
”Hey, hey… slow down” Lee said, between laughs. Steve caught a glimpse of his smile and nearly fainted. It was so white, his sweet looking lips encasing the pearly whites.
“Sorry man, couldn’t stop myself” giggled Steve, trying to hold back his embarrassment. Lee held out his right hand, awaiting retaliation from Steve.
“I’m Lee, Lee Chaolan”
Steve reached forward and shook Lee’s hand. From appearance, Lee didn’t look the strong type but from experience and this very and shake, Steve knew everyone was mistaken.
“Chaolan… repeated Steve, “ that name sounds familiar.” Steve brought his hand to his lip and started to think.
“I’m part of the Mishima family. Heihachi adopted me when I was young and I’ve been fighting for attention since. Kazuya, my big brother thinks I receive all of our father’s attention but he is mistaken. I know Heihachi continually attempts to kill Kazuya but who wouldn’t? He’s a prick when he knows how to turn…” Lee had stopped mid sentence and starting staring. Steve noticed how he had stopped and decided to cure the awkwardness.
”Where are you off too?” Steve asked, pointing at the hotel. He was trying to drop a few hints but didn’t want to make it obvious. This conversation was too good to be true as it was.
”Just about to go have some lunch”
Steve grinned, many thoughts rushing through his mind.

”Want to come up and join me for lunch” Steve asked, blushing like a little schoolboy. Lee looked past Steve at the streets of Tokyo as if he was searching the crowds for someone or something. Eventually his eyes met Steve’s.”
”Yeah I wouldn’t mind that. We could always learn from each others techniques and then we’ll call the Iron Fist Tournament a fair fight.” Laughed Lee, winking at Steve.