A/N: Sequel to my Tekken Fanfiction Dying Devils. Meet Natsumi Kazama, a nine year old girl growing up in the chaotic world with a war that has been going on since she was born. I know brand new OC's are hard to get into if you just got over losing one, but don't worry. I think you'll like 'Nat-Nat'. Enjoy and please review! This isn't a very informational first chapter, but I did the best I could.

Chapter 1

"Natsumi, this is gone far enough."

Natsumi bit her lip and twiddled her thumbs, "She's been bullying me…"

Haruto and Asami Kazama stood behind her. Haruto then asked with a concerned face, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Natsumi bit her lip, "I wasn't sure how-Otousan." It almost seemed as if she was struggling to speak.

Her teacher turned to Mr. and Mrs. Kazama, "Can your daughter step outside?" Haruto patted Natsumi's shoulder and she nodded. She stepped out into the hall and leaned against the wall. I always get so nervous in parent teacher conferences-I feel so fake…if only that stupid girl wasn't always messing with me!

She lid down to the floor. The floor was so shiny. The janitor must have waxed it right after school ended. She saw her reflection. She wore the standard Osaka Middle School uniform which was just like high school's. A white blouse, soft yellow sweater vest, blue plaid skirt, white socks and brown loafers.

Her dark, dark hair were into two low pigtails with a white headband not even holding back her stringy bangs.

I just feel like I don't fit in…maybe it's because my eyes are so round.

Most of the children-well most of the people in Japan has almond shaped eyes, but hers were so round. They weren't really as round as she thought. Hisa Nakamura, the girl who bullied Natsumi, made them out to be. She picked on everybody anyway-and usually Natsumi ignored her. However today it all got on Natsumi's last nerves. Not because Hisa was always making fun of Natsumi. It was because she was torturing Natsumi's best friend, Karter. Karter Miller was an American-and no one made fun of him because of that. They teased him because of his blonde hair. Some Japanese girls did dye their hair blonde, but Karter's was almost white.

Natsumi could feel the fire igniting in her gut and she forced it down. She crawled over to the door and pressed her ear to it.

"Natsumi is a very bright child-. She's skipped a grade and might skip another-however," her teacher said, "Her behavior has changed dramatically for the past few months. She just seems gloomy and won't put any effort into her studies…"

Natsumi folded her self up and sighed. She had to protect Karter. She wanted to fight Hisa so bad but Haruto told her that if she picked any fights her training privileges would be taken away. So instead of fighting she-

She door opened and she shot up. Haruto and Asami walked out with no expression. No anger or hurt. No disappointment. Natsumi wasn't sure what to think. They stared down the hallway and the three walked in silence.

Haruto then sighed, "Natsumi, you need to contain your anger. You know if anyone bothers you you report to us or Asuka and we'll take care of it."

"But I did," Natsumi said, "Asuka said if she kept picking on us that I should-" She stopped herself not wanting to bring trouble to Asuka.

Asami turned an eye to her, "If Asuka's being a bad influence on you-"

"No, no-" she straightened her shoulders, "Okaasan, she's not. I-just didn't want to punch Hisa-"

"So you threw a bowl of noodle as her head?…" Asuka began as soon as Natsumi told her everything. Natsumi was now in a pair flannel pants and her school blouse. She sat crossed legged in front of Asuka Kazama in Asuka's bedroom. Asuka ran her own dojo and had been doing so a few years after Natsumi was born. Thankfully Natsumi lived with Asuka. She loved Haruto and Asami, but they were a little strict.

Asuka burst into laughter.

Natsumi couldn't help but giggle then she cried out, "Onee-san this is all your fault!"

Asuka wiped away her tears, "How's this my fault?"

"You told me to do it!" Natsumi raised her voice in accusation.

"How many times have I told you not to listen to me," Asuka stretched up her arms and fell flat on her belly where she was facing her stereo. She turned up the music slightly.

"…She wasn't teasing me…she was trying to hurt Karter."

Asuka turned back, "…Why?"

"She was pulling his hair," Natsumi explained, "She always makes fun of him because of his hair."

'Yeah…he looks like vanilla pudding."

"Asuka!"

Asuka laughed, "You know I'm just joking. I love Karter. Though I wish he had some balls."

Natsumi snorted, "Me too. He can't help he's so meek…I would be to if I were in a foreign country where I can barely speak their language. I'm bilingual so….maybe that's why I hang out with him. He's really nice!"

"Yeah," Asuka rolled her eyes and climbed on her bed, "I know."

Natsumi hugged her knees and looked away, "When's…she coming home."

Asuka perked up, "Miya?…I don't know."

"She's been gone fore three months, "Natsumi continued, "Maybe she found-"

"I said I don't know!"

Natusmi was used to Asuka's snaps and just sat there in silence. Asuka's eye brows pushed together and she came over to Natsumi and said softly, "I know…I miss her too. I'm sorry."

"You know…I was really scared," Natsumi said quietly.

"Oh…because Hisa was going to hurt Karter?"

Natsumi shook her head, "No…when I saw her yank his hair it was almost as if something dark bubbled inside and made me hot and angry. I could feel heat come up inside like I was a furnace…then dark things began to cloud my eyes…I think I was fainting or something? But that-"

"Don't worry about it," Asuka assured though her voice seemed rushed when she said it, "Sometimes when a heap of emotions falls on you feel…dizzy."

Natsumi noticed her tone but nodded anyway, "…Asuka, sometimes I feel different from everybody else…"

"Everybody's different, "Asuka said and patted her hair, "…Now you go to bed…tomorrow it Saturday so that means its me and you one on one together early at six."

Natsumi nodded, "You're right. Goodnight Asuka," she stood and headed for the door.

"Hey."

Natsumi turned around.

Asuka then said with a strange look of uncertainty, "Don't…try to get angry okay?"

Natsumi was a bit confused but nodded anyway. Don't get angry?…why?