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After an hour or so through traffic the
cab finally dropped them off at the building where ChunLi lives.
Ryu just kept quiet. He wasn't sure why but there was a feeling he can't quite shake off ever since he left the dojo. The further he had gone the stronger the uneasiness was. And now that strange air was practically suffocating him. He wondered if Burning red eyes was at fault. "Are you sure your dad won't mind us crashing at your place? I can always check us into a nice hotel and you can play tour guide for us." Ken had continued. Ryu gazed up the tall building only to be blinded by the bright noon sun. He turned away from the light and thought he caught a glance of Burning red eyes from the corner of his eye. Just what is wrong with himself? Why is he hallucinating? Follow you around? Hmmphh!! I rather
follow her.
"What my house not good enough for a pampered rich boy like you? Can't sleep on the common cotton mattresses that I prepared especially for you? Want to kick me out of my comfy bed instead?" ChunLi retorted, there was a bit of challenge in the air. "Dare I? Ryu would kill me since he had
already laid claim to your bed. Who am I to kick you out of your bed. I'll
always be on the losing side of this little triangle." Ken smirked seeing
ChunLi blush slightly.
"There's no hurry. I want you guys cleaned
up first and looking your best." She pressed the button for the lift.
"What jealous now?" ChunLi throws a punch
at the annoying blond.
"Ryu!!! Help meee!!!" ChunLi squealed,
flailing her arms about.
"Ah so now you're bringing Ryu in! Stop changing the rules blondie!" ChunLi finally manage to free himself when Ken saw that Ryu had somehow remained oblivious to the commotion they had just create. ChunLi waved her hand in front of Ryu and all he did was sigh. "Ryu? You okay?" She asked placing a hand
on his forehead to check if he was running a temperature.
He was trying not freak out in front of her when he thought he saw Burning red eyes reflected in her eyes instead of his own reflection. She was about to say something about his uneasiness when he smiled to assure her. It threw her off enough to distract her until the lift arrived. Even though the lift ride was smooth Ryu had a queasy feeling in the pit of stomach. He missed out a large part of his friends' conversation. Largely made up of one challenging the other. Ryu knew had never had any problems with long travel or life rides but by the time they reached the top floor he was nauseated. What is it about this place and the qi he felt within the air-conditioned building? Why is Burning red eyes so agitated by being here? Why is Burning red eyes demanding that he be cautious of this place? This place where ChunLi lives. The odd heat was making him perspire, the stuffy air robbing him of much needed oxygen. Ryu tries to calm himself by focusing on other things. Like the yellow talisman with red curious writings above the door. Instead his heart beats faster. He then tried to calm himself by breathing in the scent from the lighted sandalwood joss sticks stuck in the little red urn by the door . To his horror it was not working at all.
He couldn't call out to his friends who were stuck in an animated conversation.
His breathing became more rapid while his vision blurred. Ryu reaches out
to grab somebody for support but his trembling hand caught the hem of ChunLi's
jacket. He got her attention by the time he fell.
"Ryu!!" ChunLi screamed as Ryu pull her
down while Ken turned in response. Ryu was short of breath and wheezing
away as ChunLi tried to help him up. His panicked grip on her wrist was
so strong that she needed Ken to support Ryu as she unlocked the door with
her free hand.
"Hang in there Ryu!" she comforted him
as her free hand rubbed his back as they move along.
ChunLi rushed down the stairs leaping down a few steps at a time. Just around the corner lies the dojo where she was trained and where she hopes her father would be right now. "Hey Simui!" A hand reaches out and tries
to stop her.
She skidded to a stop, bumping into the
table sending chess pieces and teacups crashing to the ground.
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