Alisa gently wrapped a decent layer of gauze around an unconcious Osakan's arm, concentrating as she tried not to squeeze the human's limb too tight with the bandages.
"Lars, may you please hand me the blue box on the table?" She asked without averting her eyes from Asuka's face, starting to wipe the injured girl's nose with a cloth.
The cyborg, the blonde, the brunette, and the former Rebel leader were settled inside the infirmary. This was a result of the generally one-sided battle that left the two women black and blue. As the pink haired cyborg tended the Kazama girl's wounds, the more or less bandaged Monegasque slept in her respective bed. Lars waited patiently for his partner to finish, aiding her with the new squadron members if necessary.
"Here you go." He passed her the box, to which the android uttered a small 'thank you' and continued to nurse the Gang Mediator.
A tampon was shoved up Asuka's nostrils to capture the blood flow, the woman scrunching her face at the uncomfortable feeling even in her sleep.
The male rested himself on a stool that was placed in between the women's beds, keeping an eye on Alisa's movements. "How are they?"
"Their conditions are stable, no life-threatening injuries." She stated, scanning her eyes over the girls as she collected the items she used from the med kit. "They may wake up any time soon, but it's recommended that they get more rest and heal." She beamed at the sitting man.
He nodded his head, taking in the information. A little smile formed on his lips as well. "That's good to hear."
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Jin applied an adhesive bandage over a cut on his cheeks, most likely from a certain blonde's nails. "What do you all want?" He asked the group of five in front of him, making them glance at each other in uncertainty. After a short moment, Xiaoyu stepped forward with a laptop held to her chest.
She cleared her throat, receiving a strange look from her boss. "We would like to know what happened after you separated from Hwoarang and Asuka last night."
A bushy eyebrow shot upwards as he locked his personal med kit. "How do you know about that? Did Hwoarang tell you?"
The pig tailed woman smirked proudly to herself and hopped over to the cursed human's desk, setting her laptop on the polished slab of wood. "You see, I attached a small camera to Hwoarang's tie--"
"Without my knowledge." The red head chimed in bitterly, pressing an ice pack against his bruised cheek.
Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue at the Korean. She slightly bent forward and entering the proper keys on her laptop to show their boss the footage. "Here." She adjusted the screen so Jin could have a better view, then pressed the space bar.
Snippets of the catastrophe that was Lili Rochefort's birthday party were displayed on the miniature screen in front of him. Memories from last night ate away at his mind as he watched them replay in the Blood Talon's perspective: the perverted old man, the wine, the arguments, the guns, the blood, the bodies, the tears...G Corporation.
Just the thought of them made him almost crush the laptop into a million pieces, but he took a deep breath to control himself. "It's not my business to tell. Ask her when she wakes up." He closed the laptop and pushed it towards its owner. His answer made his team frown, which made him bewildered by their reaction.
"Why must you five want to pry into business that is not yours to begin with?" Jin's eyebrows formed into a 'V'.
"Well," Lee was visibly offended, crossing his arms in a bold fashion, "excuse me for being concerned about my new co-worker."
"Whose birthday party turned into a flaming slaughterhouse." Xiaoyu carried on his sentence.
"Who also arrived to the Zaibatsu unconcious with a bloody dress." Leo added.
"And tear tracks on her cheeks." Josie finished for them.
Jin stared blankly at his team, leaning back in his chair. "It would be rather disrespectful of me to say."
The Violet Systems owner rolled his eyes, believing there was more to that than him wanting to have manners for one that considers him her enemy.
"We understand that, sir, but she is definetly still traumatized by it. Asuka doesn't know the story either, and you are the only other one that knows what happened." Leo reasoned, which began to tick the Zaibatsu leader off.
"This is not a matter to be taken as lightly as petty gossip. If Emilie is still shaken up by it, then you should all have enough decency to wait until she's comfortable enough to speak about it herself."
"But Jin--"
"Do you understand that, Xiaoyu?" His eyes warned her not to mumble another word.
"Yes, sir." She sighed.
"Do you understand, everyone else?" He asked, to which everyone gave an affirmative answer in some way, shape, or form.
After he acquired the answer he was looking for, he dismissed all of them except the red head. Confusion was written across his face as he saw his co-workers file out of the room, giving him the same questionable glances behind their shoulders.
"Hwoarang." The Kazama called his name.
"What, Kazama?" He responded boringly.
The next set of three words from the raven haired man put a large grin on the Blood Talon's face for the first time since yesterday night.
"Delete that picture."
End of Chapter XIII
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FanfictionAfter Heihachi Mishima finally died at the hands of his son, Jin Kazama took back control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. With the world turning its back on him in disgust, he has no other choice but to assemble a force of his own to take down another thre...
